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I saw him sitting on the floor in front of the fire in the common room. It had been sleeting all day, and I was looking for a warm fire and a hearty meal, and the inn beckoned me as the light began to wane. I could have camped again, but the lights looked cheery and my spirits needed raising. I had some coins in my purse, and I was owed many more upon my arrival home, so I convinced myself that I could afford it.

It was off season, and the inn must be near to empty, else they would never have let the minotaur sit in the common room. I hesitated in the door, before the innkeeper called me forward. "It's a cold night to be out! Come in, and be cheery with us. I promise your belly will be full, and you will be dry tonight, if you have but a bit of coin!" He had a ruddy complexion, but whether due to the wine or nature I could not say.

The bull was enormous. Even seated on the floor, he was taller than me. He nodded in my direction but said nothing, turning his attention back to the fire. He must have been caught out as I was, for his cloak was spread near him, drying. For himself, he was covered in chain and hides, and in the dim light I could barely tell where his armour ended and he began. His weapon lay beside the wall, two thick swords greater than I was tall.

I entered, brushing water from my face. "Yes. Thank you. And my luck that you are still open this late in the season! I would thank you for your hospitality, sir." I gave him a curt nod. "You are alone, I trust?"

The innkeeper shook his head. "My wife is with me. I will have food brought up immediately. Cheese and bread to start, and wine, and dried apples. It is late, as you say, in both the day and season, so we have little prepared. I will bring a cut of mutton as well, as soon as I am able. But please, sit by the fire. This will all be prepared momentarily." The ruddy faced man disappeared.

Again, I hesitated, before stepping towards the fire, removing my cloak as I went. He did not turn back to me, but stared into the flickering depths, shadows cast on the wall making his horned form look like it was cast from Hell itself.

There was a scent about him that made me at ease. Despite the cold winds blowing the last of the season's leaves about in a wet gale, he reminded me of the fields in summer. I unfurled my cloak and pulled up a chair, draping it over the back of it before sitting down upon the floor. "We can all sit on the floor tonight, then, if you don't mind the company, that is?"

The bull shook his head. "You are welcome to. The fire is warm though the stones are cold, and I appreciate both the closeness and the conversation. The good innkeeper was kind enough to let me in, and I suspect he would have accommodated me at any time of the year if he could. As he said, my money is as good as anyone's. As for yourself, thank you. Many stay away from Minos' sons, though we bother none."

I nodded. "It is as you say. I have never been troubled by your kin, though I have not had much chance to be. The stories are at best odd and unflattering, but I was always curious as to the truth of them."

The bull frowned, seemingly offended. "I suppose I can at least attest to them, then. Some of them are true. We are all bulls, and it is mainly your women that allow us to breed more sons, but otherwise we enjoy our own company." The bull began to rise. "The storm is not yet passed, but I must press on. I will not trouble you any longer."

"No, no, friend! Please. I only thought to make conversation. I apologize if I have offended. Let me make amends. I was only curious, and I did not think how to chose my words. Perhaps the storm has numbed my wits."

The bull looked at me with narrowed eye, but settled back down. "It is as you say. I am sorry. I am quick to take offence, but I must understand that so very few of you talk with us. You must be curious." He sighed. "I am sorry."

The innkeeper returned with a plate of cheese and hard bread, a cut of mutton, dried apples, and a cup of wine. I nodded at him. "Do you have more wine? Will you bring enough so that our friend may be merry with me? I have coin enough for that, and I insist that he drink with me."

The innkeeper nodded. "I suppose," he said after a moment's pause, "that I could bring up a cask, and you could share. But it is expensive."

The bull began to protest, but I interrupted. "A few coins might make me poorer, but I will be richer for a night spent in friendship." The bull looked stunned, and I smiled at him. "I assume you will sleep in the common room, as you are now?" The bull nodded. "Then I will keep you company. No need for the innkeeper to prepare another bed on my behalf."

The innkeeper looked surprised. "Well then, I will be off for the cask, and be back momentarily afterwards. And I shall bring blankets down for you both, and take my bed, sirs, though you are welcome to stay up as late as you like. Wood for the fire is plenty, thus," he nodded to the pile beside the hearth, "and you are welcome to it. Sleep as late as you like, and I will have a hearty meal for you tomorrow, for tomorrow we quit this place for the winter."

I nodded. "Then it is settled," I said, taking a bite of the cheese. The innkeeper bustled away. "I hope you accept my apologies. I truly did not mean to offend."

The bull looked at me deeply, his expression inscrutable. "You are a good person. I have met none like you that would do this. What is your name, man?"

I smiled. "John."

The bull nodded. "I am called Tarvos." He smiled cautiously, in the way of someone not used to offering it easily.

The innkeeper returned, hefting a cask of wine, accompanied by his wife, loaded with large blankets. "I have none better, friends. I hope you find this to your tastes."

I smiled. "I am certain it will suffice. Thank you for your efforts. And you as well," I added towards the innkeeper's wife, a blonde, burley woman that looked as if she was used to work by the calluses on her hands. She nodded, but did not smile.

"Do not sleep so late as to make your travel hard. The winds grow colder, and the pass will freeze soon."

Tarvos nodded, and I held my hand up. "While I am certain that our warm hearts will do us well against the cold, we shall heed your advice, of course."

The woman smirked, but said nothing, and led her husband off to bed. "She is right... already it turns to snow. No longer do I hear the patter of the rain, but still it comes. A few days of this and travel with be impossible, John."

I shook my head. "She does mean well, but I feel strongly that you and I were meant to meet tonight, and that we are owed by fate a night of wine and good company. And it is yet early."

Tarvos frowned thoughtfully. "Possibly. Fate is strange. And the sun is but down, now, as you say." He began spreading the blankets around the fire. "This will keep us off the cold, at least." With one great hand he took the cask and uncorked it, taking a long pull at the wine inside, shaking his head after a swallow. "This is good. Strong. I thank you, John. I think you are right, we should be here, now, with each other." He began to undo the straps on his armour, removing it in a practiced fashion and revealing the muscled hide beneath. Again, I caught that smell, stronger. Musky, now.

I began to remove my own clothes, lifting off my tunic. "It will be good to be comfortable and relax before we must leave tomorrow." Tarvos nodded. "Where are you headed?"

"Home. I am not far north of here, in Valskr, perhaps a few days away, if the valley remains clear. I will stay the winter, and then I shall see where my travels take me. My swords are often of use, come the spring, as there are usually argumentative lords in need of soldiers or guards. But where do your travels take you?"

I took a swig of my wine. "I too am headed home. Massilia will be warmer than here, for certain, but I must go by way of the trade road. I would guess that our good innkeeper and his wife will also travel that way, though doubtably as far."

"Then I am saddened that we must part so soon after meeting." He pulled again on the cask. "Still, all things begin and end, some sooner, some later. It is the time between that is important."

I smiled again, broadly. "You are certainly wise, Tarvos." He had finished removing a chain skirt about his loins, and I saw his great member, sitting flaccid upon his enormous scrotum. Perhaps it was the wine, but I stared.

Tarvos said nothing, but eventually I became aware of him looking at me, expressionless. He took another pull of wine, and, abashed, I did the same. "You will leave your trousers on?"

"It is cold, even with the fire."

He turned on his side, leaning on one elbow. "Then lie next to me, John," he said softly. I hesitated, again, but then moved towards him. He lay back and wrapped his one arm to hold me next to his chest, the other behind his head. I felt the heat radiate off him, and I was much comforted by it. The cares of travel, helped by the wine, faded into sleep.

A few hours later I awoke, still in the night, as was sometimes the custom. The fire had died to embers, and it was colder, but Tarvos was warmth enough for me still. The wind howled outside, and I was doubly grateful that I had slept in his embrace.

In the shadows, I realized that Tarvos was also awake, and stroking his member gently. I watched, fascinated, saying nothing, as he played with its length. I imagined its length within me for a moment, and wondered if it would pierce my heart.

He stopped. "You are awake?"

I nodded. "How did you know?"

Tarvos laughed. "Your flesh would pierce my side if you let it, John." I sat upright and undid my trousers, revealing my arousal for a moment before covering it with my hands, and he laughed harder. He sat up and tossed some more wood on to the fire, and yawned, stretching, before taking to the cask again. "You should deal with that, I think," he said wryly.

I took a dried apple and bit the cold, desiccated flesh. "And you yours?" I asked, curious.

"No, I dare not. I would spend the rest of the night cleaning, I think, and the poor innkeeper would never let our kind in his doors again." He laughed, but then looked at me. "Show it to me," he said after a long pause. "Let not a secret be kept between friends." He shuffled where he was seated, and moved his head close to my hands, touching them with his soft muzzle, their hairs tickling. I pulled back my hands, and caressed his face. Oh, he was soft. He inhaled, breathing deeply of my scent as much as I had done of him. The hairs of his lip touched my member, and it sprang to life, harder, needful, and I gasped. "May I?" he mumbled, lost in my loins.

"As you will, friend," I said, voice quivering. Without further breath, he picked me up and arranged me directly in front of him, and wasted no time, his soft lips enclosing my hardness completely. I leaned over him, hands holding onto his horns. "Oh..."

His tongue flicked the tip of my member, tasting the glistening sheen that covered it now in excitement. And again, and again, his tongue was long, and a little rough, but he was gentle, practiced. He caressed my scrotum with one rough finger. I moaned. He stopped, after a moment. Why?

"No... this will be better for you, I think. Lie back and pull your trousers off." He stuck one of his fingers in his mouth and began to lick it.

"What?" I lay back, erection painfully exposed while I fumbled with my trousers. Tarvos rolled over and dragged the trousers off of me with his free hand. He pulled the finger out of his mouth, and pressed it's slickness into my buttocks. I gasped.

"Relax, friend. You will enjoy this more, I think. Much more, if you relax." He pressed forward, gently, but firmly, until his thick finger pierced me. I moaned, slightly afraid, but much more excited. He brushed my chest with his other hand, caressing it softly, calming me slightly as he pressed forward insistently, giving his finger a slight twist this way and that, to help it slip in more deeply. "Do you like this?"

"Y-yes. V-very much." I writhed, tears in my eyes. He touched something inside me, and I gasped. He leaned towards me again, and enclosed my member within his mouth, licking it again gently but firmly, and I began to come, loins aching with release. He paused his ministrations in my buttocks to finish me, keeping my seed in his great mouth before swallowing cleanly. His lips played with my member a little more as he withdrew his finger slowly, still gently twisting until, finally, it slipped out.

I lay still, breathing deeply, hips still arched, staring up into the darkness. Slowly, Tarvos' head appeared above mine, lit by the fire, eyes dancing with delight.

He kissed me.

I would not winter in Massilia this year.