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Garret paid little attention to the comings and goings of the caravan for the next few days. Goytiar was back to his gruff and aloof self, but still checked in with Garret every once and awhile as he did with others. Some may be miffed at the distance after such an encounter, but it suited Garret just fine. It meant to him there were boundaries and he could have fun with the orc but it would change little. The only change he felt was being less on edge and blue balled. There was no privacy while traveling here and he couldn't find even the space to blow a load alone.

After several days the caravan came to a large village just as the sun began to set. The caravan circled up outside and most of the staff and guards stayed with the carts. Goytiar and the merchant went into the village on business and Garret figured he could visit the tavern since he had no formal duties or expectations.

The tavern and inn was the largest structure in the village. It was a small stone and wood mansion surrounded by a short stone wall that kept it and the stables secure from the wild elements just outside the village. Garret guessed it used to be some minor nobles estate, but now served as a major stopping point on a key regional highway.

The interior that met Garret was welcoming, well lit and warm. The smell of alcohol, food, wood, and the people inside met his nose. A few of the caravan workers and guards that got first break were sitting around a table amongst other travelers and villagers. The minotaur smiled and waved at the caravan workers but decided to sit alone on a stool with several clear seats on either side.

"Evening. What can I do ya for?" The barkeep asked as he sat down.

"Do you have any vegetable dishes available?"

"Just vegetables?" The barkeep asked. "We have a hearty stew but that has fish in it. I can ask me wife to stir up some leeks, potatoes, and beans if you like. Be three silver for that and a drink since it's a bit of extra effort and you're a big fella. No offense."

Garret smiled and nodded.

"Sounds perfect. A large mug of honey mead too, please." He passed the three silver to the man. "Do you have any rooms with a large bath?"

"Aye." The man nodded and pocketed the coins. "It's twelve silver for the night plus another meal in the mornin' and two more drinks when ya want as a package deal. It's our nicer room but even you'd fit in the bath fine. Big bed too. Very soft. Wife cleaned it this mornin'."

"Perfect. I'll take it." Garret set out fourteen silver on the counter. "Keep the rest."

"Thank ya." The man smiled and winked. "I'll get ya the key when you're ready. Just ask."

A minute later Garret had a big mug of sweet honey mead. He took a large sip and nearly mooed just from the taste alone. Traveling lightly made him really appreciate the simple luxuries.

The barkeep came back from the kitchen and knocked on the bar top to get Garret's attention.

"Sorry to bother. Wife wants to know if you like spicy food or have a preference for garlic or onions." He smiled pleasantly.

"Spicy is fine, so are onions. No garlic, please."

"Aye." The man nodded and went back to the kitchen for a moment before going back to serving drinks with a younger man.

"Hi there." He heard a light voice say next to him.

Garret opened his eyes and set the drink down on the counter before turning to the source of the voice. His ears and tail flicked in irritation at the interruption.

"You look lonely for someone that has been traveling with such a large number of people." She assumed.

Garret looked down at the buxom tiefling.

"Not interested." He said simply.

"Awww. How about I buy you a drink?" She smirked and put her hand on his bare bicep, a space Garret now wished his gauntlets or chain mail covered.

"No thank you." He said firmly and swatted her hand away.

"Suit yourself." She sighed dramatically, but otherwise let him be.

Garret took another gulp of his drink and pushed the irritation out of his head.

"Barkeep! Another please!" A voice nearly shouted next to him moments later.

Garret startled and glared at the half elf who smirked demurely back at the minotaur.

"Hello!" The man said brightly.

Garret snorted and turned back to his drink, hoping the man would take the hint.

"Strong silent type, eh?" The man spoke again, not taking the hint.

"No." Garret said tersely.

The man chuckled melodiously.

"I saw you turn my friend away and figured maybe she was just the wrong company." The elf chuckled.

"You are too." Garret glared at the obnoxious man.

"Well, I suppose I am dancing around the issue. I heard you get the room and figured-" Garret was about to interrupt but someone beat him to it.

"Leave." A simple command was spoken but held all the threat and menace needed.

The elf sputtered and turned to the large plate armored orc towering over him suddenly. Garret smirked.

"Leave him alone." Goytiar said again.

The elf scampered away back to his friends at the far away table, Goytiar burning a hole in the elf with his glare. The table of travelers all blanched at the glare as well.

Garret chuckled into his mug of honey mead.

"Thank you." Garret told the mercenary chief.

"Hmm." He grunted back and sighed. "May I join you?"

Garret stared at the orc for a few moments. Goytiar stared back patiently waiting for a yes or no.

"Sure." Garret nodded.

Goytiar's lip curled up in a faint and quick smile before settling himself on a sturdy stool.

"Ale, please." The orc flagged the bartender down and set twelve silver coins on the bar top. "Until that runs out. Largest bowl of stew you have as well, please."

"Aye, sir." The barkeep smiled and pocketed the cash.

Garret liked the barkeep. He seemed utterly unphased at any of his guests or any requests that seemed odd. He managed his tavern and inn efficiently and simply did his job.

Goytiar chugged half the mug before sighing happily. Garret watched him and took a swig of his own drink, relishing the sweet taste as it flowed over his tongue and down his throat. The orc was happy to let the silence hold between them and Garret appreciated it.

It was until a heaping plate of beans, leeks, potatoes and onions with bright spices was placed before the minotaur that Goytiar spoke.

"Vegetarian?" He rumbled.

Garret nodded and popped a piece of each of the veggies into his mouth. It was spicy and hot, and had just the right amount of crunch left. It was delicious. Garret stared in surprise at the food, seemingly studying it as if it were a scientific anomaly. Garret them shoveled another mouthful and happily chewed, groaning at the spicy, hearty food.

"Likin' it?" The barkeep came back around, clearly happy to see the minotaur enjoy the food.

"Very much. Thank the cook for me, please." He smiled at the man.

"Aye. I'll let her know. If you'd like another plate she made plenty. Just a silver for it since you like it so much and got our nicest room." The man said amiably.

"Thank you! I'll take another a bit after I'm done with this one, please." Garret nodded and handed a silver over.

"Aye, sir. Thank you." He grinned and went back to serving drinks.

Garret had some self control and ate slowly. All he'd had were rations and campfire food for the vast majority of meals lately. It wasn't bad, but this was far richer and more delicious. He not only wanted to savor it but also not make himself sick.

Goytiar ate his stew slowly as well. It smelled amazing and reminded Garret of his mother's cooking back home. He allowed himself to eat fish sometimes but was not in the mood for it, even smelling so good.

Garret and Goytiar ate silently and enjoyed the relative quiet between them. The tavern got busier as more travelers and villagers piled in but the stools on either side of the two hulks stayed blessedly empty.

Garret finished his second plate after it was brought out by a firbolg woman. She was very giddy that both men had enjoyed her food. She talked quickly and non stop about the food and how happy she was they loved it. She seemed utterly unphased by the quiet minotaur or glaring orc. She returned to her kitchen still talking to them the whole way until the swinging door shut behind her.

Both men stared after her. Garret was amused by her as she reminded him of his best friend, and by the glowering orc.

After a few moments Garret got his room key and instructions on how the hot bath worked. He also got a short story on how the barkeep's sister, an artificer from Waterdeep, had made the system.

"Enjoy, mister cleric." The owner told him, clearly having seen the holy symbol around his neck.

Garret nodded and took his key and fresh cup of mead with him. He stood up and gave Goytiar a subtle head tilt. Goytiar winked back, while still sitting stoically with a hard expression. Garret smirked at the juxtaposition of the action and the expression on the orc.

Garret found the room to be large and simple, but well maintained and handsomely furnished as well. A very large and soft looking bed took up a wall with two windows on one side overlooking the courtyard. There was a chest of drawers on one wall, a small desk next to that, facing out a window and across from those a large lacquered wooden tub with a spigot. The spigot followed a pipe up into the ceiling where Garret assumed the hot water invention was hidden. He'd have to ask to see it and note how it works, and barring that, the name of the inventor so he could talk to her when he returned to the city.

Garret doffed his armor, placing it gently on a large and sturdy rack by the door. His padded shirt came next until he was solely in his breeches. Before he could turn on the spigot, a gentle knock rapped the door.

Garret opened it and Goytiar stood passively at the door.

"May I come in?" He rumbled.

Garret nodded and stepped out of the way and let the hulking orc in. Goytiar stepped in and shut the door behind him.

Garret and Goytiar gazed at one another for a short but seemingly endless moment.

"May I touch you?" Goytiar asked simply.

"Yes." Garret nodded. "I haven't bathed yet but you can wait after if you want."

"It's fine." Goytiar said, smiling gently.

Goytiar placed his hands on Garret's shoulders gently and leaned down. Garret expected a kiss, but Goytiar leaned past his face and buried his nose into Garret's fluffy neck fur. Garret gasped in shock when the orc breathed deeply, drawing the bulls accumulated musk in. Several days of not traveling didn't quite make the minotaur smell bad, but his natural musk was strong and not hidden by shampoo anymore.

Goytiar moaned at the delicious musky bull, and Garret groaned at how hot it was to have someone so lusty for his scent. Garret's cock quickly dropped from his sheath, tenting his pants obscenely. Goytiar could feel his cock straining in his codpiece but didn't care, he was too busy basking in the natural, heady scent of the bull.

The orc chief snuffed his way down to Garret's armpit and practically purred over the long, damp fur there. The smell was even stronger here. He gently lifted the muscular minotaur's arm and stuck his face right into the source. He kept moaning as he lapped up the salty, musky sweat off the long hairs there, and let the musk fill his nose and mouth. It was addictive. Goytiar's head swam with lust as the scent filled him, covered his face, and sank into his beard. He didn't care that he'd smell like the minotaur if the folks with good noses were close enough.

Garret was surprised by the frankly slutty actions of the orc. Some dom part of his brain clicked on and he lowered his arm, using that hand to grab the orc's hair and lock him into the musky crevices. Goytiar moaned and arched his back down. Garret smirked and let the orc worship his musk and body. He'd not had anyone do anything like this to him. Goytiar was clearly incredibly into Garret, and it was a massive turn on for the bull.

After a few more moments Goytiar stood back up and panted heavily. Garret smirked at the burly man.

"You're really into this." Garret stated.

Goytiar nodded and wordlessly began taking off his plate armor. Garret helped with the straps and soon the orc stood naked and aroused before the shorter minotaur.

Garret leaned in and locked his lips on one of Goytiar's big, dark green nipples. He sucked and swirled his tongue around the flesh, peering up and watching as the orc moaned and shuddered. The bull had an idea, and he gently took the nipple between his broad, flat teeth and pulled. Goytiar exclaimed and bucked his hips, smearing his cock on the bull's leg. Garret switched to the other nipple and played with that as his hands found the orc's long, uncut cock.

Garret slowly moved his hand up and down Goytiar's dick, relishing the thickness, the length, and the feel of the foreskin rolling over and back of the head. He finished sucking the orc's big nipples with a pop as he released it, causing the orc to shudder and moan again.

Garret slid down to his knees until his muzzle was level with the jutting green cock in front of him.

"I've wanted your cock in my mouth since I first saw it." Garret admitted, smirking up at the orc as he rubbed those thick, hairy green thighs.

"Then get to it, bull." Goytiar growled.

Garret smirked, thinking it was an awfully dom thing coming from the man that was just moaning like a slut into his armpit. Regardless of that thought, Garret got to it.

He gripped the cock in one hand and rolled the foreskin up till it stretched over the engorged, green brown head, and the rest puckered at the tip. Garret brought his lips to the cock and suckled on the head, bringing the stretchy skin into his mouth. Garret began to wriggle his tongue into the puckered skin, working it in until the tip of his tongue was flicking the orcs slit. Garret hummed at the salty, musky taste of the orc's cock and stretch of the foreskin on his tongue.

Goytiar looked down as he shuddered from the sensation and wished he could forever burn the image of the handsome minotaur staring back at him with the orcs cock in his muzzle. Goytiar felt a new sensation shock up his dick as a wet heat slithered into his foreskin and tongued his dick hole. He gasped and blinked, part of him impressed at the attention the minotaur gave him, the rest horny and turned on beyond anything else.

Garret smirked as he watched the orc falter. He never took his eyes off of Goytiar's as he slowly and steadily slid the cock into his muzzle. Inch after inch of orc dick entered his muzzle and then down his throat until his nose was buried in Goytiar's wiry black bush. Garret swallowed around the cock in his throat and happily inhaled the musky and acrid odor from the orcs pubes. For a moment Garret thought Goytiar was going to collapse. Moans, grunts, and wet swallowing sounds filled the room as Garret messaged the cock with his tongue and throat.

Right as Goytiar felt his climax approach Garret let his cock free of his throat with a squelch and gasp. Garret grinned as the massive orc grunted in frustration. Garret stood up and smashed his lips with the orc's. Garret was thrilled to still taste and smell his own musk on the orc. He turned the tables and thrust his tongue into Goytiar's mouth, letting the orc taste his own cock and pre-cum on the bull's tongue.

Goytiar felt the minotaur pull away from again and groaned in frustration as he glared at the grinning bull. Garret grabbed his arms though and guided him to one of the windows. Goytiar let himself be led, his head still swimming with lust and the bull's powerful musk. He found himself gripping either side of the open window with his knees resting against the window sill. His foggy brain realised that if anyone walked into the rear courtyard of the tavern they could easily look up at the room and see the very naked and very erect orc. He blushed and felt a thrill rush through him at the prospect of his sluttiness for the bull being on display.

Garret grinned at the compliant beast of a man following his directions. With the orc spread eagle and standing bent before the window, Garrent sank to his knees again. The bull licked his lips until they were wet, eyeing the hairy green muscled ass before him. With a hand on either thick cheek, Garret spread the big orc's ass exposing his dark green puckered hole to the room. The orc's sweat and musk was strong here, and it made Garret huff and flare his nostrils to get it in his lungs.

Goytiar moaned like a slut as his ass was spread. No one had been so bold with him and anyone else he'd have shoved off. This bull however pushed all his buttons just so right. He groaned again as hot bull breath huffed into his spread ass crack, tickling his pucker.

Garret was thrilled and turned on that Goytiar let the bull guide him and have some control. Something about the orc told him Goytiar had been particularly tense and high strung the last few days, and Garret wanted to take care of him. If the orc consensually allowed himself to be controlled, then Garret would take that trust to make Goytiar feel amazing.

As such, the minotaur stopped stalling. Garret drew his wet, thick tongue slowly from Goytiar's taint, up through his hairy crack, and straight to his clenching pucker. The muscular orc's slutty moans told the bull he was doing something right. Garret buried his muzzle in the orc's cheeks, savoring the powerful smell and the tickle of the hairs on his nose and lips. The orc's musk and sweat reeked and tasted of pure male.

Garret got work and quickly began sloppily eating Goytiar's ass. The minotaur had a strong tongue and he used that to his advantage while prodding the soft flesh. He circled the tight hole letting slobber drip from it down through the crack and to the orc's balls. Every swipe of his tongue, every poke, prod and suck on his pucker slowly loosened it and made it puff out. The bull's tongue sought entrance into the beefy orc's depths earning gruff moans and gasps from the big slut. Garret eventually made progress and the puffy hole gave way.

Goytiar grunted and shouted as the wet, warm appendage breached his hole and slithered in. The tongue in his ass was long and huge and the bull clearly had every intent to use it to his advantage. Goytiar panted and moaned as he felt his wet hole stretched and tugged on by the thick tongue in him. The minotaurs appendage lapped and pushed into him making him feel deliciously full and warm. Goytiar moaned and arched his back down, shoving his ass back into the bull's muzzle. He clenched his cheeks a few times to really trap that muzzle in his crack, rubbing his hairy ass on the bull's lips and big nostrils. He pushed back, side to side, and clenched and unclenched around the bull eating his ass fervently. The pleasure and pressure of that tongue in his ass was delicious and addictive. The orc's big green cock jutted out into the night angrily, bobbing, throbbing, and dripping as it was unattended. The room absolutely reeked of male sex. The musk of the bull and orc combined was a powerful, head swimming aphrodisiac.

Goytiar felt a sharp pleasure as that wet, slobbery muscle pressed into his prostate in one sudden jab. Goytiar shouted and his cock shot thick pre cum out the window and audibly splattering the garden below. Just as he felt his climax build the tongue left his gaping ass with a slurp. Goytiar nearly roared in frustration and looked back at the bull.

An order died in his brain as he looked back at the minotaur. The young bull's face and muzzle were absolutely soaked in sweat and slobber. The bull was panting as he caught his breath, tongue lolled out of the side of his muzzle, eyes blown wide, clearly doped out on orc ass. A large puddle of pre-cum spread between the crouched minotaur's legs fed by a near constant stream from the tree trunk of a cock. Goytiar chuckled.

"Are you gonna fuck me or not?" Goytiar grunted.

"Heh. I don't think we have the time or toys to stretch you to fit my cock." Garret chuckled and smirked. "At least right now."

Goytiar felt his hole clench and wink as disappointment filled him. The idea of a marathon ass stretching session that ended with the bull breeding his thick green ass was a massive turn on, and something he swore he'd make happen.

"Stay there though, I do have an idea." Garret winked and stood up.

Goytiar, ass still thrust back, watched over his shoulder as the naked minotaur walked to his traveling pack, thick rod bobbing all the way. Garret shuffled around in his bag until he found a corked jar of oil. He popped the top of and poured some onto his hands.

Goytiar watched as the minotaur approached, curious what his plan was. He gasped in surprise and then lust as he realized what the bull had in mind.

Garret slathered the inside of the orcs thick, hairy thighs in the oil. When the thighs were sufficiently slick and shiny, he wiped the excess on his cock. He then gently guided the orc to press his thighs together.

"Shame I can't fuck you silly here, but this will have to do." Garret muttered unto the orc's pointy, pierced ear.

Both men moaned as Garret's massive flare and cock obscenely slid between the orcs thighs. Garret had never done this before and was quickly overwhelmed at the slick pressure around his cock and how the dense hair on Goytiar's legs tickled his flesh.

Garret held nothing back. He fucked Goytiar's thigh gap like it was the last thing he'd be able to ever do. Obscene slicking noises and slaps filled the room as Garret's hips hammered into the orc. Each slam of his hips rocked the larger orc forward and sent shocks up from his jiggling ass to where his arms gripped the window for dear life. Goytiar felt his inner thighs massaged by the thick cock, and groaned as his thick, sweaty, low hanging balls were drug forward and backward by the bull's cock.

Garret felt his climax fast approaching and leaned forward to bite the orc's ear until both men heard a clatter in the rear courtyard they faced. Both froze as they realized they had lost themsleves to the sex and had not been paying attention.

"Who's out there?" Goytier quietly but authoritatively said.

It was a turn on to hear the orc be authoritative while positioned like a horny bottom.

A tall firbolg sheepishly came out from behind the rubbish and composting bin. He was obviously hard and had caught two men fucking in the slightly hidden but still wide open window.

"Are you gonna watch, boy?" The orc asked.

The young adult stable hand looked shocked at the two.

Goytiar simply squeezed his thighs in the cock between them. Garret took the hint and began to slowly fuck the orcs thighs, giving the young man a show. Garret and his ex had been walked in on by his best friend plenty of times, and the bull had developed a bit of an exhibitionist kink that never quite got fulfilled. Garret kept his eyes locked on the man as he rolled his hips into the bigger orc. The minotaur reached down to his own cock and covered his fingers in his pre. Reaching up he inserted his fingers between Goytiar's tusks.

The orc moaned as he sucked the bull's pre off the invading fingers. He got lost once again in the sensations, almost forgetting the one man audience below. He shuddered again as warm, wet bull lips and teeth suckled on his ear. Garret's tongue flicked the earrings and his broad, flat teeth nibbled on the orc's ear.

Below them, the stable hand had taken off his shirt and was now sitting between the rubbish bin and wall, hidden from all but the window filled with orc and bull sex. The toned firbolg sat with his cock out, his hand a blur over it, and his other pinching a furry nipple. The young man looked to Garret as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Garret's climax was fast approaching. Goytiar's thighs were tight and slick, and the hair there prickled his cock with a different pleasure. He rutted faster and harder, losing himself to the sensations, the moans of the orc, the scent of male sex, and the audience below. Garret let go of the orc's ear and bellowed as he came. He reached down and pulled his cock up, mashing it against the bottom of Goytiar's cock as he blew his load. Blast after blast of thick bull jizz painted the dark skinned orc.

Goytiar felt the cum splatter his chin and face, and pour down his chest and stomach. He moaned at the feel, taste and smell of bull cum. He reached down to finish his own climax but his hand was swatted away. He growled and glared at the minotaur at yet another lack of orgasm.

"Not yet." Garret shook his head and leaned in to the orc's ear. "I want you to take that pent up need to cum and fuck, and all that horny cum slut orc in there, and fuck me. Fuck my bull ass until you can't cum anymore. Teach me why I shouldn't spend so much time tormenting you and leaving your big cock unfulfilled."

Goytiar processed those words and his brain ticked from "slut" to "dom". He turned and bodily shoved the minotaur to the bed.

Garret felt his legs knocked out from under him as the orc shoved him to the bed and fell back into it. The snorting orc stalking toward him was quite the sight. From his chin to his dick he was covered in bull jizz, his cock jutted angrily and in need of a hole to fuck. Garret shivered as his own "Dom to slut" switch flipped.

Goytiar grabbed the bulls legs and hefted them up to near the bull's chest. He peered at the minotaurs tailhole and noticed it was already slick, shiny and puffy. He rubbed his thumb over the hole and sank into it and found it slick with the same oil the bull had used to fuck his thighs.

"Got ready when I wasn't looking, huh?" He grinned at the gasping bull.

"I did, yeah." Garrett smirked before moaning again as the thick thumb pushed, pulled and swirled in his hole.

"I'm gonna fuck you and fill you, bull. You got me all worked up and needing your cock, and you failed to deliver." He chuckled and purred. "Now I need your ass and I'll take it as long as I want, if you'll let me."

"Oh my gods yes." Garret nodded.

"Turn over and get on your knees." He ordered, pulling his finger from Garret.

Garret rolled over and got on his knees, facing the foot off the bed. He leaned forward and braced himself on the bed while arching his back and raising his ropey tail.

Goytiar growled at the sight of the big muscular minotaur raising his tail like a needy cock slut. He himself had been in that position needing the bulls cock and didn't get it, but ow it was too late and he'd take out all his pent up and edged horniness on Garret's ass. He climbed up on the bed and kneeled behind the bull, locking eyes with him as the minotaur flicked his ropey tail up and top the side. He grabbed Garret's furry hips and lined up his cock with the bull's ass. He growled as he hot dogged his cock up between the minotaur's ass cheeks until his cock met the root of the bull's tail. Goytiar swiped some of the cum that covered him and slathered it on his cock. Once satisfied he was lubed, he guided his cock to the bull's pucker.

Garret mooed as the orc's thick cock spread his slick hole and entered his depths on a slow but steady wave of pleasure. The orc's cock was slick with the bull's cum and the raunchiness of the act served to only prod the subby part of Garret's brain. After a deliciously slow moment of persistent pressure, Goytiar was bottomed out in the bull. Garret ground back into the hips of the orc, smearing his furry ass in sweat, cum, and oil.

Goytiar let himself settle for a moment, enjoying the rippling heat that constricted his cock. While it had been an easy entry Garret was still very tight. He leaned forward and pulled the minotaur against his chest, slathering Garret in the cum he had covered the orc in earlier. Goytier grinned and grabbed one of Garret's curved horns and held the bull steady.

"You ready, bull?" He grunted and ground his hips and cock deeper into the minotaur.

"Yes..." Garret gasped.

With little else for warning Goytiar slowly pulled out before slamming his cock back in. He built up a steady rhythm of fucking the bull deep. In and out his cock speared and churned into Garret pushing and pulling on his puffy, slick hole. The room was filled with the sounds of grunting, slapping flesh, squelches and Garret's lusty mooing and lowing sounds.

Goytiar reveled in the feel of him taking the bull with such controlled force. With each thrust he hammered Garret's prostate sending shocks of pleasure through the bull. He was determined to make sure the minotaur felt at least as good as he did during their fucking. Sweat poured off the orc and soaked into Garret's fur as he rocked into the minotaur. Both men reeked of sweat, cum and musk and the air in the room was thick with it. He gently held Garret where he wanted with his right hand, and with his left he found the bull's nipple in the sea of fur on his muscular chest. With the large nipple in his grasp, he began to tug and twist it. He played with the nipple rough enough to feel good, but not where it hurt.

Garret turned and reached back with one arm to grab the orc's thigh. He looked back with eyes lidded with pleasure, and even his tongue sticking out. Through the lusty fog he knew he needed more. The sensations of the cock spearing him, his movements controlled by the hand on his horn, the heavy hips slamming him forward, and the pinching and pulling if his nipples were overwhelming.

Goutier obliged the ass pushing back and his thrusts became heavier and harder, creating a heavy thudding of muscle on muscles as hips met ass. Garret's heavy cock dragged forward and backward on the bed causing pleasurable friction as the cotton tickled the underside. The minotaur's cock dribbled constantly with pre-cum so much that it had soaked through the top blanket and began to pool in rivulets and puddles.

Goytiar hammered into the bull until he felt his climax quickly approach.

"In or out?" He asked huskily.

"Fuck...it into...me." Garret barely enunciated as he rocked in pleasure.

Goytiar growled and began to rut the bull with abandon and chasing his climax. With a roar he bred the bull. Hot orc cum filled Garret and dribbled out his hole lewdly as Goytiar bred it as deep as he could into the minotaur. He doubted he could pull out even if he wanted to as Garret pushed back into the breeding thrusts.

Garret belted out a moo and his own cock erupted for the second time that evening. The thrusting cock filling him with hot cum sent him over the edge. He saw stars as he painted the bed with his load.

The two men rode out their climaxes until both their bodies went limp. Garret fell forward and had just enough control and consciousness to fall to the side and not directly into his cum puddle on the bed spread. Goytiar fell with him and soon both were on their sides panting and catching their breath. Garret's cock slowly softened and began to retreat back into his sheath. Goytiar pulled his half hard cock from Garret leaving the bull's hole gaping open and drooling cum. The orc smiled and thrust two fingers gently into the open donut of the bull. Garret gasped gently as he felt his numb, puffy hole squelch with the fingers.

"Fuck." Garret breathed.

"Hrrrrmmm." Goytiar growled in agreement.

Goytiar could normally go a second round easily, but the bull had edged and played with him so much. This time he quickly shot his first, and very large, load and felt satisfied. He pulled the minotaur to his chest and kissed up and down the sweaty neck and head fur of the exhausted bull.

"We need to bathe." He murmured between kisses and the occasional suckle on Garret's droopy, tired ear.

"Hmmm." Garret hummed half asleep.

"Your fur will be impossible to clean soon enough, babe." He chuckled.

Goytiar got off the bed leaving the minotaur to doze a bit and walked over to the tub. He hadn't gotten instructions on how it worked but he turned the knobs and figured it out easily enough. Soon hot water was filling the massive, lacquered wood basin. Goytiar got Garret's comb, shampoo, and some soap he bought for himself and set them on the shelf attached to the bath. After that, he grabbed the glass jar with purple crystals that he had bought earlier that day. He squinted at the instructions but shrugged and dumped half the jar into the tub as it filled with hot water. As the room filled with the scent of the lavender mineral bath salts, he opened the other window, letting a cross breeze start to cut through the cummy, musky odor in the room.

With that task complete he returned to the dozing bull. He kneeled down on the bed and kissed Garret's face till his eyes opened with a flutter of thick lashes.

"Bath time. I'll clean ya then we can sleep all day." He smiled at the younger man.

Garret sat up and got to his feet shakily with the help of the orc.

"Ugh I feel sticky everywhere." Garret grimaced.

"Your cum is all over your back and front, and mine is in your ass, so..." He grinned at the bull.

"Yeah, that makes sense." Garret chuckled and got into the tub, steadied by the orc. "Oh this smells amazing!"

"Yeah, I got some lavender bath crystals today." Goytiar smiled.

"Oh! My favorite!" Garret looked impressed at the purple tinted water.

"I know. Soak a bit, and I'll join you and comb out and soap your fur."

"Okay. Thank you." Garret smiled at the orc with a heavy gaze.

Goytiar smiled but turned away from the tub and back to the bed. He pulled off the top blanket and was happy to see the sheets underneath were not wet. The blanket was ruined though. He wondered if the staff would try to clean it or just throw it out. He bet it'd smell like bull spunk even after a few washes. He bundled the wet bits into the dry ones and tossed the balled up blanket into the corner by the window. Goytiar found a clean spare in a nearby chest and spread that out on the bed. Happy with the cleaner bed, he returned to the tub.

Garret was slouched down into the tub until his shoulders were submerged, but he kept dipping his nose into the water and exhaling out his large nostrils. The water bubbled and danced as the minotaur blew air into it. He did it twice more before realizing Goytiar was watching this with clear amusement on his face. Garret, with his nose still in the water, shrugged and blew out once more lungful of air into the water. When he was done he leaned back up and smiled sheepishly.

Goytiar felt his stomach dangerously twirl at the sight of his happy lover. He smiled warmly at Garret as he climbed into the tub. Once in he maneuvered and finagled the stubborn, protesting bull until he had the minotaur in his lap.

"Stop squirming, babe. I'm just gonna wash ya." He shook his head and kissed the back of Garret's neck. "You feel okay?"

"Very good." He sighed. "Exhausted, but very good. You?"

"About the same. I'll be tired once I get you to bed though. I have enough energy left." He chuckled into the soft fur on Garret's shoulder.

Pouring shampoo on his hand, Goytiar reached forward and began to massage it into Garret's chest and abdominal fur. Slowly and steadily he sopaed the bull up, raking his fingers through any clumps or knots and pulling any clumpy cum out. When he was satisfied Garret's chest and abs were done he reached down and soaped up the bulls sheath under the water. Carefully and gently he cleaned the cum and sweat from the fuzzy pocket of skin. He did the same for his hole and other sensitive areas, making sure his earlier rutting hadn't harmed Garret even a tiny amount.

Goytiar took his time to soap up every inch of the bull. As much as they wanted to go to bed, Goytiar wanted to make sure the bull felt good and relaxed and not wake up sore or dirty from their strenuous sex. He combed the dirtier parts of the bull's fur too, leaving the water a soapy, furry mess. He didn't mind. Once Garret was cleaned he took care of his own hair and skin quickly. They could bathe again and be properly brushed in the morning.

Once rinsed, Goytiar and Garret got out of the tub and dried themselves thoroughly, burning through the half dozen towels in one go. Goytiar used two and Garret used the remaining four. The orc was finished first and quickly began to help the thickly furred minotaur dry off. Goytiar stood up from where he finished rubbing the towel in and around Garret's hoof.

"Bed time?" He asked the sleepy bull.

Garret nodded and leaned in for a kiss. It was gentle and sweet with none of the need or rush from before.

Goytiar pulled away and admired the handsome bull up close, feeling his heart hammer. He mentally shook his head and began to guide the younger bull to the bed. Garret flopped down unceremoniously and it took a bit of struggling for Goytiar to get the blankets over the two of them. He laid down and before he could go further Garret turned into the orc and pulled his back into his furry chest. Garret nuzzled into the orc's fresh, clean and dry hair that pooled onto his shoulder. Goytiar blinked at his sudden position in the bed but quickly reveled in being held for a change. He positioned the minotaur's arm in a more comfortable place over his midsection, but otherwise felt comfortable and safe.

"G'night." Garret muttered.

"Goodnight, bull." Goytiar said back.

Goytiar let out a tired sigh and drifted off to sleep, not quite sure what to think of what this minotaur was doing to him.