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The Drink of the Gods

By Danath

Written for Sanmer

Freebies Vol. 68: Bovinity Edition!

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Theseus crouched behind an outcropping of rock and drew his sword from his tunic, being careful not to cut himself or the dark green fabric. The ball of thread in his hand was dwindling - he had to find the Minotaur soon or risk being lost in the maze forever - or until the Minotaur found him in a weakened state, unable to fight back.

The search so far was fruitless. He'd occasioned upon signs of the beast - imprints of hooves in the dust and dirt on the cavern floors - but no other clue. He had precious little light left after several days and hardly any food. Soon he'd be in trouble, whether from thirst or the Minotaur, whichever took him first.

Still, there was hope. Theseus stared ahead, hoping his eyes were not just playing tricks on him. There was a glimmer of light at the end of the corridor. He'd imagined that sort of light before, but this one appeared real. He stepped forward carefully, sword at the ready, and unwound additional thread as he made his way towards the opening.

What he saw astounded his senses. A vast prairie of tall, lush green grass stretching into the horizon, dotted with the occasional fruit-bearing tree, like the apple tree guarding the maze entrance. Theseus stepped through slowly, blinking in the bright sunlight, and waded into the grass, keeping a careful eye all about for any signs of the Minotaur.

What was this place, he wondered. It was beautiful and idyllic. The soft grass was sweet to the scent and a clear blue sky stretched overhead, casting light on the soft rolling hills. The heat of the sun felt good and Theseus almost found himself relaxing. But after so long in the dark caves, this was no time to drop his guard.

He tightened his grip on his sword and continued through the elbow-deep grass.

After thirty minutes of walking, he spotted something over the next hill. He thought he did, anyways. Theseus found it hard to concentrate with the sweet grass and warm sun lulling him, drawing him in to take a nap and rest. He blinked and yawned, trying to stay focused on his mission - so many people were counting on his success. Theseus shook his head as he climbed the last hill and crept over the top, trying to see what was on the other side.

Instead, as he poked his head out from the tall grass, he came face-to-maleness. A broad, girthy length, a dark pink in color, hanging halfway down a muscular pair of dark brown thighs. The heavy sac hung even lower, the skin of those round nuts a darker shade than the rest. Behind a pair of beefy and wide hips, Theseus could see a brown tufted tail swing back and forth.

Something snorted above him. Theseus froze, but after a moment had to turn his head to look upwards.

Past a perfectly muscular, Herculean-chest, the head of a black bull stared down at the human. The beast's wide nostrils flared and he stepped closer, close enough that his large black hooves ended up next to Theseus's hands.

"Minotaur!" Theseus cried out, almost choking on the words as adrenaline kicked his brain past the momentary panic and surprise. "I've come to slay you! And free my brethren!"

Theseus raised his sword, but the bull's eyes closed and he lifted a hand, holding it palm out in front of the human. Theseus stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide, unable to move.

A golden light surrounded the tall half-bull, half-man creature. Long pointed ears flicked as his wet eyes surveyed the frozen warrior. When he spoke, he did not do so verbally. Theseus simply knew what the Minotaur said somehow, hearing it in his brain and not with his ears.

"The sacrifice is accepted."

The minotaur reached out with a glowing hand and tossed Theseus's sword to the side. The human shuddered as the fingers curled around the back of his head, twining into his long blonde hair. The bull's muzzle drew closer and closer, until the snorting beast breathed musky breath across Theseus's face.

Theseus found himself able to move again, but instead of trying to pull away and dive for his sword, the human found his arms going to the Minotaur's chest, digging fingers into those muscular ridges and exploring all the clefts of the male's taut pelt. His mouth opened to the beast and the bull's tongue pressed forward. Theseus almost gagged as the tongue shoved deep into his mouth, filling his cheeks, mashing his lips against the bull's broad muzzle.

The scent of musk enveloped Theseus and his eyes rolled back in his head as the golden touch slid up his tunic, melting the fabric away and exposing bare flesh.

"You will serve the Gods," the voice said in Theseus's head. His body sagged into the Minotaur's grasp as the incredibly muscular creature tugged him closer, squeezing the human's smooth stomach against his thickening maleness.

"I... will... serve," Theseus said, glassy eyes returning to focus as the Minotaur pulled his muzzle away, leaving thick strands of saliva hanging in the air between them.

Theseus couldn't stop his hands exploring the Minotaur's chest and belly, tracing fingers across every incredible muscle. Soon his hands found the beast's maleness and grasped the long, smooth length. Both hands couldn't hold much of the endowment due to its size, but the Minotaur's fingers squeezed into Theseus's lower back all the same, urging him on.

Theseus screamed at himself internally, trying to stop what he was going to do next, but his body, his weak flesh, his fractured temple, it deserted him as he dropped to his knees in front of the bovine male. There was no stopping and Theseus could only groan as he pulled the tip of the Minotaur's arousal into his mouth. It stretched his lips and pulsed, growing harder and fatter and longer from the moment it touched Theseus's tongue. The human reached between his legs, unable to control his body as the Minotaur's musk ravaged his brain, spurring him on, making him obedient and servile.

The Minotaur smiled down at the human, lips pulling back to reveal broad teeth. His chest flexed, each pec rippling in turn before he dropped a hand around the back of the human's head.

Theseus gagged on the stiffness pumping into his throat over the next few minutes, but the Minotaur was relentless and insatiable. Both hands clutched at Theseus's head, squeezing his face as he was dragged forward. The beast's arousal drove into his throat, stretching his jaw wide, before pulling halfway out and diving in again, deeper with each insistent thrust. All he could do was clutch his hands around the Minotaur's thighs and hang on as the beast pumped into his skull again and again, until his throat was loose and warm, easily able to take the thickness spearing him.

Cum and saliva poured from Theseus's nostrils, mixing with the Minotaur's sweat and musk.The beast grunted and leaned forward, hips extending. The bovine's rump squeezed together as he pounded the last few inches of his girth down the human's throat, completely burying it so that his heavy nuts, each oval nut as big as both of Theseus's hands put together, draped down the smaller male's chin and neck.

For the second time, Theseus's eyes rolled into the back of his head. The beast snorted and stamped at the ground as he ground his hips forward, holding himself deep. Theseus's neck visible bulged as the first load of bull spunk filled the human's belly. The taste was not what he'd expected - it was creamy and rich and masculine, not too salty, and surprisingly warm in his belly.

"You will serve the Gods," the voice said again inside Theseus's head.

The human's eyes snapped into focus a moment later as the second blast of bull seed rippled down his throat. He dropped both hands to his stomach as he felt his churning guts mixing with the bull's essence.

Though he couldn't speak, Theseus could still think, and all he could think at that moment was, "I... will... serve..."

The golden glow around the tall minotaur faded slightly. The beast snorted and grunted before dragging his hips back, pulling his thickness free of the human's swollen throat. Theseus fell to the grass below, gasping and clutching at his throat, coughing up some of the bull's deposit. The Minotaur's length didn't soften; if anything, the thick, dark pink length throbbed all the more eagerly as tendrils of white seed fell from the broad tip into the grass. His wet length bobbed as he took a few steps around the human and crouched down over Theseus's hips, allowing his warm length to slide up the smaller human's spine.

Powerful fingers grasped Theseus's hips, digging broad fingers into his smooth flesh. Where they touched, as with his shirt, his clothes melted away in a painless flame, melting into nothing and leaving him nude. Theseus arched his back, pushing his hips towards the Minotaur, prostrating himself and offering himself in service. The Minotaur huffed, snorting again, drooling cock slapping and dripping along Theseus's nude backside.

The beast pulled his hips back and used a hand to guide his tip between Theseus's rump. There was no foreplay and Theseus cried out into his arms as the Minotaur drove in deep. He pushed his shoulders off the ground and tipped his head back as his swollen belly dangled. The Minotaur reached out and grasped a handful of his long hair, yanking him backwards as the beast's overwhelming maleness slammed home to the hilt.

Theseus gasped and shuddered, crying out and whimpering as the beast's hips knocked into him again, pounding him hard, rough, owning him completely. For the third time, the human's eyes rolled upwards and his body seized, clenching around the Minotaur as the muscular bull leaned over him, still pulling his head back by the hair.

"You will serve the Gods!"

The bull's hips resumed thrusting, pounding in and out, in and out, slapping hard against Theseus's backside. The human's groans turned less vocal and more primal with each earth-shattering thrust. His lips extended and his brow thickened as bovine features displaced human ones. His arms swelled with muscle, then his chest and belly, thickening and hardening, rippling with newfound strength. The bulge of seed, the Minotaur's essence, disappeared, replaced by a deep ten-pack of perfect abdominal muscles. Theseus clenched his hips, grinding his hard, flexing thighs along the Minotaur's length as he began to bray and moo in response to every pull of his long hair, the blonde mane sticking out against his darkening skin.

Before long, there were just two bulls in the meadow and no human. The Minotaur's hips slammed down, each thrust opening the former human wide and eliciting another moo of pleasure. Theseus, no longer able to speak, pushed back on the Minotaur, wanting more, wanting everything, needing the touch of his master to guide him. His broad chest stretched outwards as his tail flicked against the Minotaur's belly, sliding against the demigod's stomach.

Theseus's cock felt incredible. Every time the Minotaur bottomed out, he could feel his maleness throb in response. His sac dropped low, filling out so fat and heavy he had to stretch his thighs wide for it to fit comfortably. The Minotaur's heavy sac slapped against it with each thrust, making Theseus grunt and bellow all the more.

Strong fingers wrapped around Theseus's shoulders. He felt himself pulled back, wrapped in the Minotaur's embrace and lifted from the grass entirely. The incredible beast thrust upwards, bouncing the servile bull on his hips and biting at his shoulder.

Theseus came, clenching internally around the invading monster, tight and warm and hot, milking the Minotaur with his insides as his own erection shot a huge load of seed across the grass, taking with it the last vestiges of his humanity.

He reached back, holding onto the Minotaur's horns as beast groaned into his ears. Their hips met one final time before the monster came, shuddering as he filled the new bull servant with another blast of his warm and masculine essence. Theseus loved the feel of the Minotaur's arousal so deep inside him, filling him with warmth, and he clenched all the harder and squeezed, gasping as he sat on the tremendously thick stalk.

The Minotaur's bites and nips turned into slow licks across Theseus's shoulders. The bull squirmed and moaned as he felt the final stage of his service begin. He smiled as his pecs tightened, flexing, producing a creamy milk from each fat, plump nipple. Lower, his healthy pink shaft flexed, dribbling a non-stop flow of warm, creamy essence.

Between his thighs, hanging heavy and low, was Theseus's real prize: his sac. The bull's testicles were swollen to three times the size of his own head, far larger proportionally than the Minotaur's, and the reason for the size became clear as Theseus let out an eager and satisfied groan. The heavy, smooth nuts formed four plump and long nipples, looking for all the world like an udder beneath his bicep-thick stalk. The bull's smooth, plump sac sloshed with bovine essence. He smiled and shuddered, knowing now what his purpose would be, along with the other sacrifices from years past.

The Minotaur brought him to the stables, where rows of muscular, beefy bull males like him were lined up on milking stations. Smaller males, sacrifices who were not deemed worthy of the honor of being a milk-bull, worked on small stools beneath the larger bulls, using hands and tubes and pails to collect each bull's essence - or, as the Gods would call it, Ambrosia.

As a small bull approached Theseus in his stall, the aroused bovine shoved his hips forward against the gate, eager for his first milking and hoping to get a chance to mount the slim milkmaid collecting his seed. The muscular bovine watched as the Minotaur turned and left the stables, but he wasn't concerned - he knew the Minotaur would return soon to check on him and his brothers...

"I will serve," was all he could think.