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A chill struck Meadows' arm. It was getting late now. Though the clouds covered the sun, covering it completely out of sight, the drop in temperature was noticeable. Especially within the boreal forest. Fog began to form from the low temperatures, coating the entire woods in a blurry mess. Meadows didn’t mind however. With his thick black fur and large body, he quite enjoyed the chilly weather. The fog only deterred predators from hunting within the woods, lest they be ambushed by other fearsome enemies. Chomping on the grass, the large minotaur shaman was at ease. Despite how the woods’ eeriness with how the trees branched out to the thick undergrowth, he liked it more than the bustling cities. He reckoned it was because of his feral instincts. People were nice but they weren’t going to see him as more than a mercenary to be hired. Here, it reminded him of simpler days. Days that he couldn’t return to. Ruffling through the woods, he was pleasantly surprised by how empty the forest was. Usually, there would be a crowd of animals, eating patches of said grass; and although they were better than humans, he preferred to be alone. Silence was golden after all. The thick forage of the trees certainly helped Meadows. Another chomp of grass shifted his thoughts to figuring out where he was sleeping for the night. Though the different spots were marginal between one another. The temperature dropped once more — now being on a single digit in celsius. Chilly night, it would appear. Just another night here in the woods before he returned back to the city. It's a thin line to balance between this calmer dull life and the bustling urban city lifestyle. Not like he could stay out here forever; a shaman like him needed to kill time. And what better way to do so than working for others. He turned around, chomping on more patches of grass. Faintly, he recalled why he even went to the city. Out of sheer boredom actually. Meadows unfortunately wasn’t just a feral bull. Not one that could reasonably keep repeating the same days till his time ran out. No… He craved more than that. More connections with actual people instead of the feral animals around him. After all, after his herd had separated from one another, he was quite a lonely man. Yawning, he snorted a little. Yeah but even he needed some breaks from people at times. And so here he was. Lazingly eating on grass while he claimed to be doing ‘personal matters’ to the guild. That usually was enough justification for them. His ears perked up once he heard some footsteps. Very faint steps. Unlike most other animals like mooses or deers, these steps were more akin to a predator’s — extremely careful not to disrupt the current environment or scare off any prey. Meadows shambled forward. They were probably migrating or hunting for a moose. Within this fog, it was simply too reckless to actually hunt him. Right? Meanwhile, on the opposite side, a pack of wolves-man gathered. Desperate times called for desperate measures and hence, they had expanded their search, deep into the fog. The colder winter was upon them… And they still had a ceremony to celebrate. Unfortunately, their search was fruitless. When they had entered this deeper part of the forest, one of their members accidentally stepped to the side, signalling the other critters to flee. Flee away. Rookie mistake. But that mistake could possibly lead them to their demise. They continued their hunt regardless. Almost to the end of the woods, one of the wolves spotted a bison. Lazily eating grass as he yawned. His ears might have perked up but his body wasn’t moving from the spot. Still oblivious to the threat. The fog thickened up. Wolves-man grabbed against each other's paws to maintain contact with one another. Couldn’t lose a single one. Especially when hunting their prey. With a pack of five men, their leader gestured out a plan. One of them initiates the hunt while the other two attack from the flank with a sure-kill pincer attack. The minotaur had a bad feeling about this. Their steps had completely vanished. Stopped within the thick fog, implying that they didn’t leave at all. He moved slightly ahead, acting as a precaution. The fog was also a double edged sword. Meadows could smell their general location, all gathered behind him, yet he couldn’t see the path ahead well. Only a few trees in his nearsighted vision. Nightvision wasn’t one of the blessings he received. Still, he started to walk ahead. Just needed some distance between him and whatever predators were behind. Smelt of bitter musk and that distinct canine scent. Yet, instead of the usual reckless attacks feral wolves would commit, they only gathered there without making a move. Shit… Were they wolves-man? A possibility of negotiating with them busted immediately as they made their move. No, they weren’t here to talk. They were here to hunt. The wolvesman could tell that Meadows had started to run, and so they pressed on. With a simple whistle that echoed, their leader immediately sprinted forward. Meadows, with his bulky body, started to sprint. Fuck… What rotten luck to meet these people? He just wanted a break from work and now here he was getting hunted as a bison. He didn’t dare to look back — any seconds lost due to fear could spell death. Left turn, right turn, left turn once more. The minotaur zig zagged between the larger trees. Options were fleeting; his mind eliminating them one by one. Could he hunt them down instead with his bigger size? Nah, he couldn’t. Especially when he had no idea how they appeared. Could he dashed to the left completely? His nose cancelled that option, sniffing out two of the wolves, dashing in parallel with him. Same goes for the right and by this point, he had a clearer picture of what was going on. A pack of wolvesman were hunting him down — trying to corner him once he had exhausted himself. Did they have weapons? Could they shoot him down with runic staff? He didn’t think so but he wasn’t going to slow down, just to take a peek. The wolves were still on pace. Their flank members had sped up and were further in front compared to Meadows. It was just that… How was this bison still able to run this fast? His stamina should’ve been wasted by this point. Unless something was terribly off about his clunky body. Chasing right behind him, the wolfman had already marked down his scent. The fog didn’t matter now. He picked up the pace. Just a bit more to feast on this bison. With its size, they didn’t need to worry about the ritual or food for the next few weeks. Meadows was, understandably, tired from this chase. His body temperature had risen up to an unbearable point where sweat within his fur was piling up. How much longer till they stopped chasing? Why him out of all animals here? Did the other critters sense them beforehand? And there it was. The other wolves caved in. He took a swift swerve to the right but with only a mountain wall in front of him, it was a hopeless endeavor. No matter how fast he ran now, the wolves could easily surround him. The minotaur sighed. No other choice now. He had to fight. Fight with his life on the line. Thus, he stopped, leaning against the wall and panted. He needed time. Just a bit of time to recover before the fight started. The wolves quickly surrounded him. All five of them. Not a single mage or spell caster. They were slightly malnourished with some of their bones pressing against their fur. Alright… Guess the odds were in his favour. Fortunately for him, they were equally as tired. Running miles upon miles on their paws, they stood on their two feet standing. They grabbed out their wooden spears and bolas, preparing for the end of this hunt. Little did they know, Meadows wasn’t going down so easily. The leader clapped his hands. “Alright, just stand back for a bit. This ain’t no ordinary bison.” “But chef, he had no way to run.” One of the wolves said between pants. “Just gotta slit his throat an-” “Silence.” The wolf glared back at his subordinates. “Do you really think a bison could keep pace with us for so long?” Meadows huffed down. Damn it. If they had all rushed against him, it might be an easy escape. Just had to incapacitate them with his sheer weight before running off. “Nigel, throw your bola.” One of the wolves swung his bola around. Shit. He wasn’t going to let that happen. Within his tired state, he rushed head first into the scrawny wolf. While Nigel fled to the side, his chef certainly didn’t and charged right through his neck. His fangs dug into Meadows’ fur causing Meadows to wince in pain. And thus the fight had started. Meadows stood on both legs now, curling his hooves into fists. Shaking off their leader, Meadows scanned the area. Alright, just four more to go. The other wolves watched in horror at the ten feet tall minotaur, standing up right. His sheer weight caused the ground to rumble with each step. And he was going to fight them? “Tch, a stupid minotaur. Just our luck.” The wolf snorted, glancing at his men. “Don’t be scared. It's five against one. We’ll take him out for the ritual now.” “Maybe we could have a compro-” “Nay. It's too late for that.” Their leader stood up. “Aim for his legs. His ankles are the one balancing his body. Just need to overwhelm them before he collapses.” Swiftly, they followed their leader’s commands. Using spears, they struck down Meadows’ ankles. Cuts appeared with blood leaking out. Even if it were small cuts, it was wearing down on the minotaur quite evidently. Meadows panicked. Every time he tries to squash the wolves, another one will strike on his other ankle. His balance was uneven with the pain escalating up. Not to mention his new flesh wound that he had received from their damn leader. Panic soon grew to rage with him kicking his feet around. It landed a few successful hits on a few, sending them flying to the trees. But like ants, they just kept coming back. Kept on hitting against his legs and tearing him down slowly. Their leader soon joined the fray. Leaping from the walls, he aimed directly for his head. Meadows swung at him but missed completely. Their agility were miles apart and with the wolf bearing his claws, he slashed against his torso. More blood spilt. But within that one strike, Meadows found a weak spot. One moment. And using that moment, he pulled no punches and swung directly into their leader’s ribcage. Bones cracked in an instant and sent the wolfman to the wall. Coughing out blood however, the leader winked at his last two wolves, signalling them to go for it. To go for the kill. And in Meadows' exhaustion, he hadn’t noticed their strange movements. With one of them pushing against his ankles and the other pushed behind him, Meadows fell to the ground. Their fangs quickly held him in a chokehold. Breathes now became a rarity. As he desperately tried to remain awake, memories of his life flashed. Was this really how he died? Getting killed by these wolfsman? Pants soon slowed down with oxygen being cut off to his brain. His pupils dilated out while the blood still spilled on the grass. And finally, he passed out. Fainted completely. Their leader raised his fists up. With one paw covering his maw, he howled despite the blood overflowing out of his maw. Others joined in as well. Howling at night for taking down this minotaur. Despite the major injuries, this was in fact their feat. A feat that they would remember for years to come. When Meadows woke up, he found himself tied up to a wooden stick. His naked vulnerable body hid under some sort of tent. Questions soon flood in. How was he not dead? Weren’t they going to eat him? Where was he? He twisted his body, side to side, left to right, but somehow he felt weaker. Much much weaker. He was in no pain of course. Yet, his body felt sluggish. Like it had no energy to even move properly. His ears twitched, hearing footsteps outside his tent. In a gruff voice, one of the wolvesman (he assumed) said, “Remind me again how you guys caught this minotaur.” “Though hard work and a bit of luck of course.” The other replied with a jovial chuckle. Meadows rolled his eyes. If he had known they were that weak, he would’ve easily crushed them from the get-go. But alas, it was only his misfortune to be brought here. “Still, I don't understand why the Chief doesn’t want to eat him. We have pups starving here.” His ears perked up. The Chief spared him? Maybe, he had a chance. A chance of escaping and going back to the city. The other one clicked his tongue. “I mean, you got to understand, we have to make offerin-” “And so we starve instead?” The other sighed. “No but we still have rations. It won’t take long for our offerings and plus, once it's over, we’ll feast on his meat, alright?” Great. They were going to eat him only after some stupid ritual. Meadows turned to the side, a little grumpy. Still didn’t explain why he was this weak or why he was trapped here. There, one of the wolves bent down and entered the tent. “Ah. I see you’ve woken up. Did you perhaps hear our convo outside?” Meadows refused to talk. The older wolf chuckled. He howled outside before brushing against his fur. “Don’t worry before the ritual we won’t eat you. We’ll just milk your essence and mana instead.” “Wait, what?” Meadows exclaimed, watching as a pack of wolvesmen — evenly split in gender — entered the tent. Four of them with their eyes arching up; they appeared to be young in their early twenties actually. Meadows did find a few of them attractive but he still had no idea what the last part meant. “Alright, just before I leave, just don’t try to resist this alright?” The older wolf winked back. “Our totem ensures that you’re as weak as an ordinary man. So let’s not hurt each other unnecessarily, alright?” “Wait, you still haven’t explai-” The older wolf left them while the younger crowd began to prepare buckets beneath him. As one of the guys began breathing into his face, the other man started to stroke against his cock. “Hey! Stop that! Get away from me!” One of the female ones whispered into his ears, causing them to twitch. “Just relax, alright? We’re here for your cum, that’s all.” Meadow’s eyes widened, noticing her supple breasts. Fuck… What sort of deranged cult had he got himself into? He struggled and twisted around but the guy on the left pressed down against his chest, stopping any movement. The current situation was certainly overwhelming the minotaur shaman. One lady on his upper right, one guy on his upper left; the other two were flipped over and already played against his balls… He tried to block out the sensations in his mind, but with their paws all over his body, he was definitely unable to do so. Whichever way he tried to look, he would spot out one of their private parts. They were deliberately flaunting it off. Making him hornier and more erect by the second. Meanwhile, the bottom pair were stroking against his manlihood and fur. Their fingers played against his balls, trying to find the right spots to mark. Meadows, out of his own sheer pride and dignity, resisted this pleasure. If he was going to die anyways, he might as well try to sabotage their job. He tried to continue looking forward and cleared any thoughts. That unfortunately didn’t last long. The female one placed her breasts on top of his chest, bouncing it up and down. The male one was more violent. His tail wagged faster before diving in for a kiss. Meadows tried to spit his tongue out but with how dexterous the wolf’s tongue was, he was getting assaulted within his mouth. The other side assisted via breathing down his neck. So close that Meadows could smell her breath. As for the bottom pair, they were getting results. Placing the bucket beneath his shaft, precum started to squirt out and spill into the bucket. Now the strokes escalated and grew faster while the female brushed against his fur, trying to spot out another weakness. Pleasure surged within Meadows. Reminded him of the time where he was at a brothel. Sleeping with one of the finer ladies there. But with all four of them engaging him at once, his mind could barely keep up. He tried to gag. Or cough to at least reduce the number of sensations but the male wolf kept on going. Deeper into his mouth and throat. The other lady kept whispering into his ears, forcing them to twitch all over. All of a sudden, a jolt forced Meadows to shiver. His tail wagging faster with his own cock fully erected into a boner. Blushes surfaced up to his face. Fuck… Why did she have to touch that spot? Couldn’t she do the standard fuckery bullshit? The lower female winked back at her. Her own paws rubbing against his hooves that naturally turned him on. He didn’t know why or how but his hooves naturally became his erogenous spots. Once fully erected, his cock twitched with the pressure building up. Meadows was genuinely surprised by this. He had always believed that he wasn’t someone easily aroused. Never even knew how sensitive his hooves were till now. Still, while his mind was now infested with pressure and other horny thoughts, he tried to struggle out of their grasp. Couldn’t even breathe properly at this point. Fuck! Chomping down his mouth, the male wolf stepped back in shock. “Oh, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” His paws now slid down to his fore hooves before wrapping his fingers around his. The small touches were enough to make Meadows blush even harder. Knowing how weak he was with hooves, the others shifted their focus to applying pressure against them. Slowly and steadily stroking against his cock. No. He had to stay strong here even if he was drowning in pleasure. He panted deeply, gasping for air to ground himself. Everything about this was too overwhelming but at least he could hold onto his breathing. Basic shaman training after all. All of this… This was a ruse. For him to be sacrificed as an offering. He shouldn’t pay this any mind. He was better than this. Better tha- That was until the female wolf laid her tail against his nostrils. Her thick bitter musk flooded through his nostrils, wagging it around and marking pheromones to him. She giggled. “Oh look at you. You’re still barely hanging. Just cum already.” He shook his head which only escalated the problem. Aside from her scent, he couldn’t smell anything else, not even the scent of grass or his own musk. The other three, all of them now focused against his dirty hooves, massaged each inch carefully. Applying just enough pressure to be pleasure instead of pain. This deadly combination yielded results fast. His whole body trembled and shook. Meadow’s eyes blinked faster, causing the female wolf to press against her tail onto his larger face. “Awww, little Minotaur can’t cum?” His own boner trembled. The pressure within his shaft was screaming at him. To just let go. To let it all out. To concede. And all it took was one single poke against his cheeks. “Mffff!” Within her tail, he shouted, ejaculating his first load into the bucket. Most of it missed the mark and laid against the floor. The immediate euphoria that followed blinded his mind. His breaths grew faster, sniffing more of her musk and scents. Deeper and deeper into his mind. The trio gave each other a proud look. A simple high five was enough as they continued to rub against his hooves. The minotaur twitched less now. What’s the point now? His own worries and thoughts cracked into his mind. Does it really matter if he enjoyed this? Another load shot out. This ejaculation was half as much as the previous one but still a hefty size. One that filled half the bucket up. Like taking a step back, Meadows conceded. If he was going to die, he might as well enjoy himself in this life, right? Her tail definitely didn’t help him here. Her scent had now snuck deeper into the corners of his mind and he himself wasn’t even aware of it. Sure, he could recognise her smell. But with how much pleasure that orgasm gave him, he inadvertently tied the connection further. A sudden chill jolted the minotaur up. His eyes peered out of her tail, spotted one of the wolves licking against his right hoof. The sudden change only surged bigger within his own mind. It made up for the lack of pressure with its moisture. Thick, chilly and especially flexible with her tongue. She winked back at him, breaking the silence and caused him to cum once more. The others followed suit. One of the guys placed Meadow’s whole boner within his maw with his tongue stroking against it while the other guy returned to being in front and breathed down on him further. Sometimes going so far as to bite down on his shoulders to mark his ‘territory’. Hours felt like days to Meadows. Just as he thought he was done with his ‘extraction period’, he was greeted by another technique. Or another technique. Or another one. His mind gave up. He only relished in the intense dopamine spike with every cum or rub against hooves. Finally, he was too tired to continue. The wolves tried everything like giving him a french kiss or patting the ladies’ bra for his amusement. Yet, time and time again, his cock was flaccid. Completely like a balloon that just burst and died. They didn’t even want to stop this. They had other plans like forcing him to suck their dicks or pussies. But by the time he was done, his eyes had lost all life. One that kinda scared the wolves. Carrying the bucket filled with cum, they soon left with smiles on their faces. All of them discussed how funny it was seeing how Meadows resisted at the start, joking at how pathetic he was. Of course, Meadows couldn’t understand as he gasped for this break. How many times did he cum already? 8 times in a row? 9? “Alright, so we’ll be back later.” The one wolf at the front waved and poked against his nose, giggling as she walked away. Now within a tent, Meadows blinked. Seriously, not only was he getting killed, he was also getting raped and extracted. Dignity was nonexistent here. And somehow, death was an escape to this humiliation. His face and eyes shifted around. A few tears dripped down against his cheeks. It's fine. He was just unlucky back then. Unlucky to face wolvesman while being a bison. He sighed, now realizing his mind was replaying the ecstasy alongside it. Fucking hell! He shouldn’t even be here! Wait… Nobody was here, right? What was stopping him from using magic? He glanced down at himself, seeing the ropes now bruised than before. He was a shaman after all. He twisted to the side. Cum still dripped out of his flaccid cock and onto the floor. He blushed hard. As unwilling as it was, he had to admit the pleasure was on another level. To keep releasing his pressure once over and over again while his paws were being massaged upon… if he wasn’t in some wolvesmen camp, being extracted and quite possibly killed before being eaten whole, he might enjoy this. Especially in one of the hostess’ places. Shaking his head, he shoved all of his memories back down. Concentrating on a single point, he tried to visualise the flow of mana, although as weak as it might be. He slowed down his breathing. Been a while since he had to use such fundamental magic. Slowly and gently, his mana responded to his command, awaiting the next force to be pushed onwards. Any mana bursts were easily suppressed by the minotaur. Through the flow, he pushed mana against his ropes. Untying them. The very first spell any practitioner must learn: Mana Control. It was quite painfully weak. Weak and slow, especially with his entire body being suppressed down by the camp’s spell. But gradually, he got the hang of it. Bit by bit, he untied the ropes, tying him down to the table. Too bad they didn’t expect him to be a shaman; else they might have reinforced the tent with anti-mana spells. On the outside, discussion on when and how to execute the plan was building tensions amongst the wolvesmen. One faction firmly wanted to kill Meadows already — he was their food after all, why should they continue to spare him mercy? The other wanted to stall his death out longer. Just a couple more days — after they extracted all of what they could from him. This bickering was evident to Meadows. A fine chance for his escape. Once the first rope had been untied, he shrugged his arms around, feeling a faint numbness from them. Felt amazing to finally move his body around. The rest was much simpler. Using a combination of brute strength and mana control, he easily tore through the ropes, setting himself free. Stretching his body, Meadows’ mind went into a frenzy. Questions surrounding his escape continued to overflow them. Obviously getting out was the priority. However, execution wise… yeah with his weaker body, he couldn’t imagine fighting against a pack of wolves in this state. They’ll just bring back his body within minutes. Their argument continued to flare up outside, from the entrance. “Please Chief! Think about the pups! We’ve been starving for so long and now here you are trying to deny us food? Are you crazy?” “It’s not denying, we’re just stalling a little longer, alright? It’s not like he is going anywhere with those ropes against his limbs. Plus, we don’t want to disappoint Him, do we now?” “Yeah at the cost of all of the other folks starving.” He sighed out. “That’s not what I’m saying. Look, we still have rations. Why don’t we just continue eating those before the main feast.” Meadows gulped. Alright, it’s horrible to keep hearing about their plans on eating him. Instincts were screaming for him to flee. To escape out of this stupid camp before it was too late. Touching his paws to the ground, he channeled mana through the ground, trying to detect the surroundings. He blinked back at what he was sensing. Ten wolves outside his camp, five of them arguing on each side. He cursed his bad luck before using his mana to move the dirt from underneath — his speciality actually. It was slow. He knew that. But ridiculously slow with even the tiniest of grass took minutes to be pushed. It was still his only way out however. His ears twitched, hearing footsteps approaching outside. Fortunately, they just joined the argument further, adding fuel to the flame. “Look, it's final. We need to make offerings for the ritual. The only reason why we’re struggling now is because we missed out on last year’s offerings. And do you guys want us to continue suffering in famine?” The argument went cold. Silence merely hung in the air, waiting for someone to break it. For Meadows however, his window of escape was closing in on itself. Ahhh, since he was in this situation, he had to take risks somehow. He dug through the dirt; thick dirt got into his fur as he continued to dig a passageway out. The sounds itself echoed through the tent and fortunately, didn’t escape at all. Using this passageway, he dug further down before heading straight up. Mana detection only told him how the wolves began to separate themselves. None of them any wiser than the rest. After a few long minutes, he popped his head outside of the tent before uprooting his entire body. However, his eyes widened when he glanced at the trees. Not the usual ones on the flatlands but ones grown from the steep cold mountains. Oh shit, his descent was going to be a long one. Needless to say, he made his move towards the woods once more. Bipedal of course. Being quadpedal only slowed his movements down. Adrenaline continued to fuel his path. Squashing plants, navigating through the woods and glancing behind to see if they had noticed, the minotaur’s stamina was limited. At least, his strength was returning once he got far enough from their camp. He had never felt so grateful to breathe fresh air. Fresh air outside of their camp. The taste of freedom lingered within his tongue with paranoia seeping in. What if they had noticed? He should go faster down. Down the hill before they knew where he was. That was when he could be safe once inside the city. About an hour after he had left, he was half way before the mountain region. Countless trees had already been engraved in his mind. He finally resigned to a short break, panting beside one of the trees. It seemed like there were no wolves after him. Maybe… Maybe they just didn’t know at all. Maybe, he was finally free and could take his time down. After all, the sun was setting soon. They couldn’t possibly send their wolves down when it's all dark like this, could they? On the other camp, the wolves had now spotted their absent offerings. Immediately, they used their keen sense of smell to track him down. His distinct musk still lingered in the air. It was like an arrow, pointing directly straight. Instead of using the combat team, the chief chuckled at the youngsters. “Why don’t you guys go down? That bull is severely weakened.” “Are you sure? He was quite dangerous whe-” “He’s weak now. Especially in an unknown area. This was our territory of course.” “Right.” One of the older wolves whistled and gathered their young wolves. He briefed them on their mission, stressing how dangerous and important he was. “And whoever could get him… Well, you guys can have some fun before we kill him.” Once that last statement was said, the young wolves dashed down the hill. All of them could smell his scent — sweat, fear and musk. Their paths were much more jagged yet faster compared to Meadow’s straight down. Shortcuts were aplenty in this hill especially. The minotaur panted. His ears twitched at the rumbling steps down. The worst part, his own cock was getting hard from their musk. Like a conditioned animal, prepped for instructions. Fuck. He hadn’t recovered his stamina fully yet. And it wasn’t just one. It was a whole pack of them. Racking his brain for solutions, he tried to cast a spell. Green aura escaped from his palms, causing the nearby plants to grow and encase him. Just needed more time before he could fend for himself. Exhausted within his vines, he laid down there, hearing the wolves stopping and gathering around them. “Pfft, what is this thing?” “Looks like some cage.” “More like a prison for this dumb cow.” Meadows didn’t care. They could yap all they wanted but their fangs couldn’t possibly pierce through his spell. Not without taking hours on end. He closed his eyes, prepared to sleep. In this battle of attrition, he was definitely winning. Just before he was about to sleep, his nostrils flared up as smoke gathered into them. Smoke? His eyes widened, watching the corner of his spells burnt to a crisp. Shit. Now what? They actually had fire with them. Fire that could burn him and his vines alive. Smashing against the vines, he broke through an escape for himself, only to see the wolves now eagerly waiting for him. Closing his eyes, he continued to escape and used his feet to dash straight down. No safety in mind, he was prepared to tumble. Only for his body to halt with a pair of fangs, biting down on his neck. Oxygen could barely get to his mind while his body struggled in the choke hold. Before long, he fell unconscious once again. The next time he woke up, he was tied to an altar. Flames burnt around him with his four limbs tied up to the side. Reinforced by anti-magic ropes. He bit his tongue. Fucking dammit! He had one chance and he blew it on a stupid plan! Their musk snuck into his nostrils once more. Like a spell, his third leg came back to life, throbbing and yearning for their paws. Their touch to make him cum his brains out… Meadows shook his head. No! He had to get out! He needed to! “Well, well, well, looks like our offering tried to escape out of here.” A familiar voice remarked from the shadows. That damn old wolf! Meadows struggled against the ropes but like before, he felt powerless. No, this couldn’t be the end for him! “Don’t worry, young one. We’ll have the wolves to please you before your eventual demise.” “Oh no, you fucking wo-” He snapped his fingers. “Quiet down. It's the last bit of mercy I could grant you. Unless-” “Unless what? You’re going to torture me?” “You know what,” The wolf said, nodding his head, “Let’s just do exactly that.” The minotaur closed his eyes. Why did he have to make it worse for himself? But in reality, it didn’t matter, did it? Death was coming to him anyway. And he didn’t believe getting hurt would improve the quality of his cum. Instead of feeling pain, he only heard the wolf chanting out. Mana built up around his erected boner, stiffening it out. “Wh-What are you doing to me?” “Nothing much.” He winked back. “Just improving the quality of your offerings, that’s all.” The minotaur tried to raise his body out of rage. But just as he arrived, he soon quickly left with a howl. A pack of wolves now came. Some familiar faces while the others were new. What the hell did this damn wolf mean? Even the gentlest push caused Meadows to fall flat on the altar. He struggled, inhaling more of their musks. Why did he think casting that stupid spell would work there? Why didn’t he suspect something was wrong in the forest? Why couldn’t he beat them up before getting captured? But these questions melted with a single caress on his chin. It's the same female wolf that teased him. Another male began breathing down his ears. Blood rushed down to his groins. No. He wasn’t going to yield this time. He… He… Then another pair massaged down his leg. They applied oil around his leg, tendarising the region. Partially, as he believed, to be cooked more easily once he died. Fucking bitches. Once more, his own dick was being played around by their larger paws. Clamping down his muzzle, he refused to make a sound, regardless of how sensitive it was. Behind them however, he could hear even more wolves chanting out spells. Their mana pushed and pulled his own one, siphoning his own mana body as a whole. All this time, he couldn’t think properly. Everything blurred together in a mess of pleasure and sorrow. Even he knew that this was the end for him. He shifted his body to the right, trying to avoid the wolvesmen from hitting those sensitive slots. But he couldn’t avoid their touches. Their paws, big and large, rubbed against his body. If only he had more strength to push them off… No. He couldn’t give them the satisfaction of enjoyment. All these dogs were preying on his downfall — the moment when he gave into the pleasure and euphoria. At the back of his mind, he finally heard the mages stop their chants. The mana around his body lingered behind, concentrated around his heart; it was the bare minimum to still survive. To keep breathing and still remain conscious. His body shivered. Like cracks in his mind, they were slowly seeping in. Ecstasy once imprinted in one’s mind wasn’t so easily removed, as much as Meadows hated to admit. He felt it before. Felt the eventual release and how amazing the orgasm felt… And his mind was replaying it all the same, comparing the pressure to the same one hours ago. His tail wagged. Was it just him or was every touch more sensitive now? Still shut, his eyes tried to visualise the better days. Days where he wasn’t spent, getting touched by these fucking wolvesmen. Everything was still crumbling away however, as the wolves continued their assault. Little did the minotaur know, he didn’t have that preexisting luxury. No, far from it, it would be his nightmare in a couple of minutes… Finally, a little tap on the staff eventually ended their spells. Spells that he himself wasn’t aware were being casted. His fur stood on edge, almost as though he had been reborn into a younger vulnerable body. Squirming in his altar, he cursed under his breath. Did they kick his sensitivity up a notch? The usual massages around his legs and arms were now shocking his thoughts. Especially around his cock. The pressure was screaming louder than before. Glancing down however, he found their mana coated around his boner. Wait… Wait… What the fuck was that? A groan escaped. Followed up by his body’s feeble response to release his load. He pushed it down his mind. Like before, he wasn’t going to yield this time round! The other wolves giggled at his confusion. Meadows tried to speak some words out, only to feel his body jerking up and down with groans escaping out of his maw. Fucking hell, he couldn’t even speak properly! “How are you feeling now, young one?” The older wolf sat beside his head with a smirk. “Painful, isn’t it?” He shook his head. “Oh? You haven’t hit your breaking point yet?” Breaking point? His eyes glanced to the side, seeing the wolves’ excited expressions. Suddenly, he felt a cut around his arm. Blood seeped out in the mix of pleasure. “Even our Gods love the blood of offerings…” More cuts scattered through his body. The pressure around his cock was numbing it down ultimately but he could still feel his wounds. Tearing through his muscles, the other wolvesman began extracting his flesh. Giddyness soon kicked in with his eyes closed once more. “Change!” The familiar voice announced. Immediately, they rubbed against his hooves, causing his whole body to tremble. Groans escaped with pants filling up the silence in between them. So hard… To think… His own boner was shaking with jerks of precum leaking onto the altar. Naturally, they had buckets waiting to be filled underneath it, watching the tiny drips of blood and precum falling. Meadows could only describe this as a fever dream. Almost as though someone had drowned him into the sea of dopamine that he refused to escape. Their musk, their faces, the pressure applied to his hooves were enough to blank his mind on their own. Together? Instincts took over his rational mind. He leaned closer to the wolves. Needing their touch against his hooves. Left, right, left, right, he could feel the rhythm of his body, craving more of their attention. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that it broke his psyche. However, just as he fell deeper into euphoria, his pants grew louder. His eyes widened by the bottom… Why… Why couldn’t he feel something there? The pressure was already to the maximum and he… He couldn’t push it out? Blood continued to drip from his wounds still, revealing a bloody mess behind the trapped minotaur. Tears dripped out from the brink of his eyelids. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum so badly. And something was pushing it in, refusing to alleviate any of the pressure. Whimpers escaped as he glanced at the other wolves. It was pathetic. It was shameful but he had to beg for it. Beg to let him release his load. “P…Pl…please…” The other wolves simply smiled. The one beside his head pulled out his knot while the others laughed. Blushes revealed themselves thick. “Ple…Please! I nee-need this!” Without saying another word, the male wolf shoved his knot into his mouth, silencing him. Meadow’s tongue knew the moves, wrapping it around his knot in an attempt to please him. His whole mind was still horny for that final release. For the orgasmic climax that awaited him. “Looks like you’re breaking already, young one.” That same voice circled around him. He inspected the bucket as of now, realizing that it was barely full. “Tsk, this better be worth it.” For the next few minutes, Meadow was getting breathless. Between the knot inside his maw to his own cock, throbbing for a simple release, not even instincts could save his mind. More tears dripped down his chin. Just let him cum already! Their assault on his hooves didn’t stop. But he grew numb to them, feeling their paws rub against the same spots over and over again. Stings across his body, meanwhile, were becoming evident at the cuts. The pleasure was running low while pain and pressure kept him moving. Begging. He needed this. So very fucking much… In and out, the man’s knot kept jerking back and forth. The saline taste of precum dripped down off the tip, leaving Meadow’s green with envy. Dignity and pride had melted within the primal desires. Breaths became shallower. Oxygen was a rare commodity for the minotaur. Why, even his eyes were blinking in and out, half conscious for the most part. His mind had irreversibly been fractured from these overwhelming sensations; even if he did survive, he was addicted to the feeling of being pleasured. Of being stimulated in these corners like he needed these feelings to feel ‘alive’ once more. Cum gushed out of the knot, causing Meadows to slurp it all down. Willingly. Maybe, this time, he could cum. The salt thick cum was enough to snap him out of it. He panted out once more, feeling the knot leaving his mouth for good. It continued to drip down, leaving the wolf pleasantly surprised. “Are you sure we can’t keep him guys?” “Now, now, Alex. This is an offering.” Meadows jerked once more. It pained him. Physically. To be put on edge by his groins. Though his precum was dripping like a river’s stream, going down to the bucket, he still needed his climax. He mustered most of his strength, trying to bash against the altar. Only to stop midway with more helpless pants. Another snap came through. He could feel it. The mana within his boner slowly being lifted up. The tip of his cock was brimming with cum, so much so that he couldn’t properly release it all at once. One of the ladies shifted her paws down there, giving it a much needed push. “There, there, just cum it all out~” A jolt immediately sprung from the minotaur’s spine. Sheer euphoria paralysed his mind. Holy fuck, he was… He had been transported to cloud nine with his seed pumped out of his body. Moans after moans kept going, followed up with more cuts around his body. Meadows didn’t notice a single change. Only relishing in this luxury he had received. The wolves quickly filled up their first bucket before hastily asking the others to fetch them more buckets. It was machinery with how fast the other wolves gathered around. The chief of the wolves dipped his paws into his seed, before giving a lick. Mixed with blood and thick cum, he could taste the heavy thickness of his fluids, even as salty as it came to be. This… This would be more than sufficient to please their Gods. Over the next hour, he would constantly be cumming. His voice grew softer but his pleasure hadn’t waned in the slightest. If this was heaven, he would love staying there forever. All of this pent-up pressure finally released in an instant was… Pure unfiltered bliss. One that kept the minotaur occupied, completely indifferent to his eventual fate. Meanwhile, his body was being cut open. More muscles were being extracted, alongside organs as well. After all, this was their feast. Preparations were needed here. More of his flesh were sent away in a different system, leaving behind his bare essentials — showing himself as a malnourished version of himself as a lanky and barely breathing bison. His mind grew hazy. The pain receptors around his body tried to scream about his danger, but they were all overcasted by the thrill and orgasm that he was still having. Scenes of him ejaculating out his load and moaning kept replaying. Over and over like a neverending loop. In what life would he ever reach such ecstasy? The other wolves were now noting how remarkable his seed was. In just an hour, Meadows had filled up half a dozen buckets alone in terms of his seed. All rich with mana and other nutrients. The ladies joked that the male wolves couldn’t do a tenth of his timing, seeing as how vigorously he had been pumping out load after load. Alas, all good things had to end. The minotaur closed his eyes, unwillingly. It was too tiring to keep them open as his breaths slowed down. In his final moments, memories of his past led him back to his green fields. Back to when he was with his parents. A small tear formed against his eyelids. Those were better days… There, he drew his final breath, pumping out one last load before passing away. All the wolves paid their respects, giving him a moment of silence right after he passed on. Once that moment passed, they immediately took out his body — bits and pieces. His every organ, bone, veins and flesh were ripped and extracted out. Joyous howls filled the campsite, announcing that it was a feast. They prepared the meal as quickly as possible, cooking some of his other parts while giving the option to eat it raw to the others. There was enough to go around after all. On that night, the tribe of wolves celebrated. They ate into his flesh, wolfing it down from the ever so long nights of hunger. For once, they could eat a real bison’s meat. The night continued with laughter and merry, accompanied with drinking and beverages. For the religious side however, they aligned the buckets of his seed into one line, right in front of their God’s mural. There, the wolves prayed. Candles illuminating the darkness in that corner. “Would this be enough for our offering, chief?” One of the younger wolves asked. The chief nodded his head. “Oh, it's enough alright.” He chuckled in between. “Just put your faith in our God and He will deliver.” He nodded along. “Alright my children!” He suddenly erupted, standing up right with his staff. Banging his staff onto the ground, he announced, “Let us feast tonight! For the Lord above had given us his blessings, tonight, we shall relish in them! Go enjoy yourself!”