In A Maze
A figure travels deep in a deadly maze to seek a masculine prize.
Torches flickered on the sconces fixed on the walls, dim orange light illuminating the white marble corridors and the intricate mosaics decorating them. Even down this twenty foot stretch of corridor it seemed to twist and turn with side passageways splitting off like the roots of a great tree. Confusing turns, dead ends, cunning traps, and rooms of terrible and blood thirsty beasts roaming this intimidating maze made all but the bravest and most ambitious treasure seekers turn the other way. Even the mosaics on the walls seems to be nigh identical and only the keenest of minds could see the minute details leading to the correct path. Crumbling bones of the fallen often skewered by spears from the floor or arrows shot from holes in the walls portrayed the grisly end of fools.
Moving with an unnatural swiftness and grace as well as calculated caution, a figure in an emerald cloak with golden serpent patterns embroidered on it made their way through the twists and turns. They had an oversized hood that concealed their face but their hourglass figure still showed its curves through the cloak. As if trained in the arts of thievery, the soles of her soft leather boots barely made any sound with each step, her cloak rustling in the slight draft. The hooded figure nimbly darted over a cobblestone that was a cleverly disguised pressure plate and continued with her course. There was a magnificent prize waiting for her in this labyrinth and she was determined to conquer this maze to acquire it.
She hastily stopped her pace as she heard the faint echoes of gruff voices around the corner ahead. So far the figure only came across the long deceased but the living were always an uncertain danger. She gently reached up and pulled the hood further down her face as she realized the only path forward was through the voices. Creeping up quietly, she peered around the corner to notice a round chamber with five brutish human males sitting around make shift campfire. At first glance they wore legionnaire armor but seeing the sigils crossed out showed they were criminals and deserters. They were a dangerous opposition due to their numbers but she was confident she could overcome these thugs.
The figure did not have time to spring from the shadows as a mighty roar rumbled through the chamber and knocked loose some small stones from the ceiling. The ground trembled as the thundering of heavy hooves grew louder and louder before a hulking shadow charged out of one of the side passages leading to the circular chamber. Most of the brigands barely had time to jump out of the way as the powerful beast charged into the middle of him, a sturdy horn skewering one of the frightened bandits in the abdomen. The other deserters scrambled to the side, trying to encircle the great beast that trampled through their camp.
Sculpted muscles were stacked on his towering humanoid frame, light brown fur covering every inch. His large, bovine head snorted angrily as his sapphire-blue eyes stared down the opposition. Wet, crimson gore shined in the campfire light on one of his horns, left by his most recent victim but it was the immense, two-handed axe clenched in his hands that truly caused the bandits to worry. The monster loomed over the humans, standing at eight feet tall and the only garments he wore was a loincloth and great, steel pauldrons connected to leather straps running across his broad torso. The figure in the shadows felt her knees tremble at the sight of such a specimen but she knew she had to wait for the right moment to strike.
One of the humans tried to charge at the Minotaur’s flank, his shield raised and his Gladius ready to strike the monster’s exposed side. With unexpected speed, the monster swung his might axe at the advancing foe, the brigand having just enough time to raise his shield but the inhuman might shattered his shield-baring arm. He was sent flying back with a terrified cry shortly after of the grotesque sound of crunching bones. The cloaked figured heard tales of the Minotaur’s might but it was much different seeing it firsthand. The Maze Guardian’s powerful hooves echoed through the chamber as he delivered a devastating overhead swing on the prone deserter, bringing a quick and bloody end.
Knowing they were out matched in melee, the three remaining humans changed their tactics, pulling out their javelins and throwing them from three different angles at the bull-beast. Although the Minotaur had a tough hide and two of the glancing blows barely left a scratch, one of the javelins struck true and pierced into his abdomen. The Minotaur let out a roar of pain, blood oozing from his injury but the wound only agitated him further. He charged another one of the humans but this time the gruff and scarred veteran was ready, ducking under the swing and stabbing into the monster’s strong thigh as he came crashing past him. The momentum caused the Minotaur to stager, his powerful frame collapsing into the stone floor with a tremendous thud.
There was a cheer as the dishonorable humans watched the maze guardian fall, murderous intent gleaming in their eyes. The scarred leader and the remaining two bandits started to approach the Minotaur as it began to stand up, leaning on his mighty axe to help give him extra support. The cloaked figure certainly had enough of seeing the goods get damaged, darting forwards like a deadly breeze right behind one of the advancing humans. The dim light casting off of the braziers glinted off of the steel of her daggers for only the briefest of moments, using the two knives to catch her opponent in the neck and just under his breastplate. The brigand gurgled as he collapsed, bleeding profusely from his fatal wounds while the other two barely has time to react to the sudden attack from the rear.
Using this new opportunity, the Minotaur lashed out in a wide horizontal swing, the more veteran deserter back stepping out of the way but his comrade was struck right in the abdomen and was nearly cleaved in half. The leader’s face turned scarlet with rage, seeing his dark ambitions foiled by a beast and an interloper. Cruel and cowardly, he went for what he perceived as the weaker target as he rushed the cloaked female figure. The Minotaur was up on his hooves again and had a look of concern as the two tumbled to the ground, the woman having her oversized hood pulled back in the struggle. The Maze Guardian saw a writhing mass of snakes where he expected to see beautiful locks of hair but it was the brigand leader that locked eyes with her ominous gaze.
The human’s face was frozen in a terrified yell as his entire body petrified alone with everything on his person, appearing to be turning into pale-grey stone. Hearing tales of such creatures, the Minotaur quickly turned his head to avert his gaze as the bandit met his unfortunate end. The Gorgon felt no sympathy for a murder and a thief but she still preferred not to use her gaze if it could be avoided. She slithered out of her attacker’s stony grip, being careful to face away from her prize before pulling her large hood back over her head. She turned to the injured, bestial male and had a small grin as she saw him covering his eyes with his massive hands, trying to hide from her in the corner. It was a little adorable to see such a strong, towering creature cower from her but the Gorgon new that she had to comfort him to achieve her goals.
“Please, don’t be afraid. I have no intentions of harming you, in fact, I am here to save you. Please don’t act like that,” the Gorgon said softly as she slowly approached.
“I have heard tales of your kind, I won’t let you turn me to stone,” the Maze Guardian said gruffly with a snort, which was rather cute for such a large male to get flustered.
“Now, now, I have no desire to turn you to stone, but I can’t promise I won’t get you hard,” the woman teases as she licked lips. “You can call me Meg, what is your name? She asked as she started to take in the view of his powerful, sculpted form.
“I don’t know of many that would call my something other than monster but my name is Davrog,” the Minotaur replied, feeling this thigh tingle as the soft, nimble hand explored it.
“Mmmm, Davrog is a strong name, fitting for such a wonderful male as yourself. Those wicked humans injured you but I will make you better,” Meg replied, playing with the waistband of Davrog’s loincloth and causing him to gulp nervously.
Meg slowly got up and reached into her cloak to receive some bandages and herbs she had for emergencies. Davrog was not actively trying to cover his face but he still tried to avoid looking directly at the cloaked female up until she snuck between his legs with serpentine agility. The Gorgon started to rub the healing herbs onto leg wound, the Minotaur grunting and twitching his legs as it stung a little but soon she was able to wrap it tightly with a bandage. She gave the legs a soft kiss with her lush lips, smiling under her hood as she savored being so closed to the treasure she sought. She had Davrog assist her with wrapping the last long strip of bandages on his abdomen wound, sliding up against his belly until her bountiful breasts were wedging the bulge hidden by his loin cloth between them.
“See, don’t you feel better now that I patched you up. You can open up to me, I don’t bite…hard,” Meg hissed seductively, kissing him below the belly button.
“Wh…what do you want from me,” Davrog stuttered out, currently distracted by the warm, bouncy chest pressing against his male-hood.
“Oh, why I have been looking for a mate for a long time. I heard tales of a mighty Maze Guardian that roamed these twisting halls and thought that would make a perfect husband. You certainly haven’t disappointed me yet,” the Gorgon whispered as she slithered up further against the Minotaur until she was able to kiss his broad chest.
Davrog was caught off guard by the sultry seductress, feeling her soft, curvy figure holding and caressing him. He wasn’t sure who she was but she certainly seemed fond of him. The idea that this Gorgon was seeking him out to make him her husband was a little odd but he had to admit it was awfully flattering. As the Minotaur looked down he saw her large hood squirming, the serpent hair obviously a little restless at this point. Meg decided to help Davrog get over his shyness, reaching up and grabbing his massive hands to place them onto her round rump. The Maze Guardian was quite amazed about the large, soft rear barely contained by Meg’s leather armor and subconsciously gave it a firm, hard squeeze.
Meg let out an elicit moan, secretly enjoying a little bit of rough play and she could feel the wet, burning desire build between her thighs. She broke their embrace, stepping back a little bit to get some room. She reached into her pouch hanging from the side of her belt and pulled out a long, black, silk scarf before turning around. Davrog watched as Meg brought the scarf up to her face and started to tie it around her eyes like a makeshift blindfold. The Gorgon wanted to let her new lover see what all he was getting at least for a moment before the real fun started. With her petrifying eyes safely hidden, Meg turned around and started to remove her cloak as the Minotaur watched intently.
The Minotaur gulped as he saw the voluptuous and beautiful figure started to reveal herself. Her most eye-catching feature of course was the black snakes that made her hair, their forked tongues darting in the air as they curiously stared at the male. Her skin was a light greenish-grey, a rather nice tone and Davrog could see some patches of scales on the sides of her face. The Gorgon had dark lips with a ring piercing the lower lip as well as two large, golden loop earrings in her ears. There was quite a size difference between them as the Minotaur took in her short stature but Meg had an hour-glass figure to die for and currently she was working on removing the leather armor that was containing it.
The Gorgon reached back to the lacing and straps the held her leather chest piece tightly on her, loosening it before tossing it to the maze floor. Her great bosom was finally freed, jiggling slightly as she stretched and the dim light reflected off of the silver, barbell piercings in both of her pink nipples. Meg then sat on the floor, taking time as she removed her leather boots. She took a mental note that her large, bovine friend seemed to quiet down and breathing a little heavier as she revealed her soft soles and delicate toes, perhaps being something he fancied a lot. Meg wiggled her toes a little to tease him before undoing her tight leather pants and sliding them off gracefully to reveal her nude glory.
Davrog tried hard to fight back his enamored panting, his eyes feasting on every curve of the seductive Gorgon’s body. Besides her serpent hair and sides of her face, Meg also had some patches of scales on her torso and legs and seemed to lack any sort of body hair. Her appearance was much closer to her snake-like nature but it only added an exotic flair to the Gorgon’s beauty. The Maze Guardian noticed the room felt much hotter than it was before and his loin cloth felt too tight against his growing arousal. She was still a stranger and he wasn’t sure why she wanted him as a husband but he was not certain he could refuse her regardless of her intentions.
“I assume you like what you see, I think I heard your jaw drop,” Meg teased as she got up and softly started walking towards her prey.
“You are absolutely breathtaking. I don’t believe a monster such as me would deserve your flattery and affection,” Davrog gulped as the sultry woman once again pushed herself between his strong thighs.
“Hush, don’t be so modest. You are quite the specimen yourself and most of the outside world would see me as a monster as well. Now, it would be rude if you saw me without revealing yourself as well,” the Gorgon smiled before reaching out to Davrog’s Loincloth and pulling it down before he had a chance to object.
The Minotaur’s lower half certainly belong to a beast and his male hood was no different. A round, flared head like something one would find on a stallion was emerging out of his bulging sheath, the obsidian colored flesh matching his hefty, hanging orbs. The bestial shaft started to slide out further as she watched, Davrog to aroused at this point to avoid his erection. Meg’s vision was slightly obscured by the silk scarf over her eyes but she certainly saw enough to cause her to lick her lips. She placed one of the Minotaur’s hot testicles her hand, seeing how it easily filled her palm. This impressive male would make a perfect mate and with a fertile pair like these, he would easily give Meg the children she secretly desired.
Meg leaned in close, inhaling Davrog’s masculine musk before smiling and leaning down to kiss his broad cock-head. The large male gasp as he felt her soft lips against his throbbing flesh, another inch of his impressive length sliding out of his sheath almost instantly. The snakes that made up the Gorgon’s locks began to squirm and writhe, sensing Meg’s own growing desires as she tasted the hot member. She continued to plant wet kisses on the needy flesh, causing Davrog to moan and twitch as he felt the pleasure throughout his body. The large male instinctively reached down to caress the back of her head but instead of biting him, the serpents instead coiled around his arm and flicked their forked tongues against him. Davrog immediately realized what he was doing and tried to pull his hand back cautiously but the coiling, dark snakes kept a tight grip.
“Don’t worry, my dear. They won’t hurt you, in fact, they seemed to be fond of you,” Meg smiled as her hair hisses in agreement.
“Uh, okay. If you say so,” Davrog replied, still a little nervous but quickly distracted as she resumed her enticing oral.
The once imposing Maze Guardian was helpless in her lusty embrace, Meg now teasing the round opening where Davrog’s pre started oozing out. He kept a firm hand cradling the back of her head, the Gorgon’s coiling hair making sure he wouldn’t let go too soon. The broad, flat head of the monstrous member was already slicked with saliva and soon enough the rest of his shaft slid out like an obsidian tower of flesh. It was a male-hood deserved by such an immense creature, looking to be much longer then her dagger and an imposing challenge for most human women. Meg, however, had a flash of burning desire in her eyes upon seeing the might shaft, the flower between her thighs already dripping with want. The Gorgon had a little trick up her sleeve for her new Minotaur boy-toy and she was about to use it to seal the deal.
Davrog had his eyes shut as he felt the gentle bliss of Meg’s lips and tongue, jerking a little when he felt her prod his urethra playfully. He was currently getting lost in his rising climax, his large hand holding his lover close to his length when his eyes suddenly popped up as he let out an enormous roar of delight. The Gorgon shared another trait with serpents as she too enjoyed swallowing her food whole, stretching her mouth to pop in the wide, equine shaped head and then pushing her face down to engulf his entire member. The shock of such a powerful sensation caused the Minotaur to erupt into another powerful spurt of pre, feeling Meg’s hot, tight throat embracing his sensitive length. Meg was able to handle such a task with ease, smiling as she savored her male’s flavor before bobbing her head up and down.
Meg was rather amused with the lewd gasps and involuntary jerking the large, bovine creature made as he received the best deep-throating of his life. Davrog would not think it would be possible in the past but she was able to continually slide down to the very end of his length, her chin slapping into his heft orbs before she pulled herself up again. The Minotaur was seeing stars at this point, the Gorgon working his shaft with her throat better than most of the vaginal sex he had, making him wonder if she was breathing at all. Meg of course was not in the least bit exhausted but she could tell by the angry throbbing of his length that her mate was just about to go over his edge. She used both hands to push herself back of the impressive member, some strands of saliva connecting her lip-ring to the now sloppy cock.
“W..wait, w-why did you stop,” Davrog asked with a pitiful sad look in his eyes, so close to his climax.
“Now, now, we can’t having you shoot your load in the wrong place, can we? I told you I wanted you as a husband and fathering my kids is one of your duties. I got a much better place to stick that glorious shaft of yours,” Meg replied with a naughty smile as she stood up.
“Okay, if you think that’s best. Wait, what’s this?” Davrog asked as Meg handed him a length of cloth.
“Oh, tie that around your eyes, dear. It’s you turn to be blindfolded. I always promote safe sex and I want my eyes clear for what we about to do next,” the Gorgon replied with a sultry hiss.
The Minotaur gulp, a little nervous being vulnerable in the hands of this naughty Gorgon but the butterflies he felt in his stomach was a deeply rooted excitement as well. He took the length of cloth and tightly tied it around his eyes, making sure to double-knot it to keep it on. Meg also felt the blind fold, making sure it was secured before she started to remove her own blindfold. Her yellow eyes feasted on the unfiltered sight of the well sculpted male, truly a massive and masculine specimen. The Gorgon shuddered as she thought about how every delicious inch was all hers for the taking. That impressive obsidian tower seemed to calm down slightly without the direct interaction but Meg knew she could easily get the Minotaur right back to the edge.
The sultry woman gently pushed on the large male’s chest to get him to lay on his back, a much preferred positon for what she had planned next. With Davrog laying on the floor she stood up and walked over to his bovine head, straddling it with her delicate feet. The maze guardian twitched and jerked a little as he felt little droplets fall on his face, her nectar dripping from her hot, needy flower. Meg was so aroused it took enormous willpower not to start touching herself right her and now but she knew her new husband was going to satisfy the lust burning between her thighs. The Gorgon gently sat down, her curvy and full rump sitting on the large muzzle and her lower lips pressed against his in a sort of kiss.
To Meg’s delight her large bovine partner knew exactly what to do without any coaxing. He could taste all of her feminine fluids and the scent was rather arousing. Davrog stuck out his long, broad tongue and easily captured her entire womanhood in one lick. Meg hopped up with a surprised gasp as she felt what had to be the largest tongue she had ever experienced. As the Minotaur lapped away at her juicy flower, she felt like her whole pelvis was moving and was barely able to get a word out between the series of deep moans. Davrog did grunt a little as she reached down to grab his horns before starting to grind against his lashing tongue but at this point Meg was far too caught up in the pleasure to hear his protests.
Davrog was surprised at first with how forward and rough Meg was being right now but her decadent taste and enamoring scent was driving him wild. The large male gripped the soft, curvy hips with his monstrously large hands to hold his partner in place as he licked and sucked on her lower lips. The lusty Gorgon felt her great bosom heave as she panted and gasp, her toes starting to feel numb. What Meg was not ready for was how the Minotaur held her tight to shove his beastly, bovine tongue deep into her tight entrance. The seductive woman cried out and her serpent hair nearly stood out straight with a series of hisses from the powerful surge of pain and pleasure the impressive insertion brought.
The bull-man’s tongue felt absurdly large lapping away between her thighs but now that her towering lover managed to shove into her, it was quite a bit larger then some of the male-hoods she took in the past. The Gorgon actually felt a little weak with the sensory overload, feeling that thick, broad tongue stretching her inner walls like it was. The Minotaur indulged himself on the feminine nectar that was freely flowing from Meg’s womanhood, feeling every texture inside his partner tickle his tongue. The sultry woman felt like she was burning hot and in fact Meg battled with all her stamina to keep climaxing right at this moment. She was able to easily outlast lovers in the past but something about the behemoth bull-man was very different.
“Wa.wait dear *gasp*…slow down *moan*. We haven’t had main…*pant* course yet,” Meg barely managed to plead.
“Main course?” Davrog asked with a slight lisp, his tongue rather tired and sore from the vigorous oral he was giving.
“Yes, you must give,” the Gorgon was interrupted as her partner pulled out his tongue and caused her to blast him with a strong squirt of feminine fluids, “By the Gods, take it easy! You must give me your fertile seed as we climax together to cement our bonds of husband and wife,” she was able to pant out as many of her serpents were reeling from the pleasure surge.
“Okay, you seem to be as nice of a wife as any, I will share this with you,” the Minotaur said happily, starting to fall for his Gorgon lover.
The pleasure-ravaged Gorgon still had her imposing goal ahead of her, weakly pushing herself off of Davrog’s face so she could turn around and face the behemoth bovine’s pride. As she rose she notice glistening strands of female nectar connecting her lower lips to the Minotaur’s well soaked muzzle. It was a little embarrassing that she caused such a mess, but if nothing else, that man new how to please a Gorgon. Meg crawled down along Davrog’s sculpted chest and abdomen, her knees still too weak to properly stand and walk. She was currently formulating a plan on how she was even going to get that tower of onyx flesh into her poor womanhood but Meg didn’t have the strength or leverage at this point.
Sense the pause in his lovers advance, Davrog decided he should help out. He felt around in front of him until he was able to grip her curvy hips. He sat up on the stone floor and used his powerful muscles to easily pick up his lover. The Gorgon let out a startled gasp as she was suddenly lifted up, her snakes starting to coil around his horns as if desperate to cling on. Davrog was unable to see due to the blind fold so he could not guide himself into Meg but she quickly reach down with one of her hands to grab that flared, equine-style cockhead and guided it to her burning womanhood. The Minotaur gasped as he felt the wet, lower lips kiss the tip of his great member immediately having doubts on whether or not it would actually fit in his much smaller lover but Meg would not give up so easily.
Meg let out a long, lusty sigh, calming her mind and body so she wouldn’t be pushed over the edge with the next endeavor. She held that monstrous Minotaur shaft in place as she lowered further down to the point she was sitting on it, grunting as she tried to force it inside. At this point, desire started to burn deep in Davrog, panting heavily while the curvy Gorgon tried to handle his pride. He reached out, feeling around in the air until he felt Meg’s soft thighs as he could not wait any longer. He ran his large, meaty hands up her legs until he felt those alluring hips and gripped firmly before pulling her down onto the throbbing member. Both lover’s howled with the surge of ecstasy as the much larger male’s member was shoved into a much smaller woman-hood.
Davrog’s was seeing stars under his blindfold, perhaps overdoing it a little as Meg’s insides were desperately trying to engulf the girthy length. She was so tight he could feel every texture of her inner walls and it took every ounce of restraint not to climax at that very moment. The Gorgon’s slithering hair went limp, perhaps passed out from the shock that went directly to her brain and she was making a rather lewd face with her eyes rolled up and her tongue hanging out. Meg was glad that she was facing away from her new husband and that he was blindfolded since it would be embarrassing to have him see her in such a scandalous state, but by the gods she was never going to let this one go.
The Minotaur could feel his partner struggle, slipping and moving against his groin as she tried to summon the strength to start riding the ebony tower buried so deep into her quivering body. Davrog let out a deep, nervous gulp as he sat up, Meg’s serpents coming to their senses and started to squirm and hiss out of excitement. Some of her hair coiled around the bull-man’s powerful horns as her back was pressed against his sculpted chest. He felt down those silky thighs and this time slide his hands until they were underneath the crook of her knees before holding her legs ups. The Gorgon’s feet were now dangling in the air, her black toenail polish gleaming in the brazier’s light as Davrog’s powerful arms lifted her up along his great length before pushing her back down.
Meg’s bountiful breasts bounced with each rhythmic thrust as the Minotaur started to pump himself deep into those tight, lower lips. The Gorgon gasped and panted, her whole body jiggling and shaking as she enjoyed the best ride of her life. It felt like Davrog’s equine member was going to keep plunging deeper with each rise and fall, making her wonder if there was going to be any limit to the passionate breeding session. It was getting hard for her to breath, every part of her body growth tense and tight with the immense pleasure as her poor insides continued their futile struggle to squeeze and milk the monstrous member. Her partner’s hefty, seed filled orbs bounced and swayed with the lusty motions, begging for release in such a lovely wife. Even the hisses from Meg’s hair seemed to get more elicit as she was getting closer to her climax, moaning and gasping until her voice was about to give out.
With a mighty roar, Davrog pushed his shaft so far into Meg that his flared cock-head was kissing her cervix before he hit his limit. A flood of potent seed started to pour into the Gorgon’s womb as her large lover entered the throws of his climax. Meg clenched her toes as she cried out with bliss, her own body shuddering as she was sent over the edge. She let out a powerful squirt of her nectar, not being used to this level of sensation as Davrog’s overburdened pair continues to pump more and more Minotaur cream until it felt like her womb was filled to the brim. The Gorgon’s vision was blurry and she was not sure if she would walk again but she knew she had found the husband she dreamed of. Both lover’s passed out with exhaustion, completely spent in every sense of the word but still having ear to ear smiles on their faces.