The Guest
There was a cottage in the hills not too far ahead.
With a sense of renewed hope, Fagen Djolmir managed to pick himself up off the muddied ground, his left hand still clutching the wound at his right rib, the blood washed off the metal armor he wore by the pouring rain around him. His cape dark blue cape was soiled and torn, the signet of his family house obscured by the mud. With his long, blonde hair that normally glistened in the sunlight now dirtied and caked with mud, no one would have seen him and instantly recognized him as one of the King's knights.
They probably would have if they had caught sight of him two hours ago. When he and his riding party were crossing through the forest below the mountains, back from a routine visit to one of the surrounding keeps which were under the care of his House. This was before the rain, and before the attack.
Normally poorly trained bandits would not be able to do much against a host of armored knights. Fagen had found the nerve to laugh at them when they first came charging. And yet it was them who were the ones laughing in the end, when they had managed to overwhelm his party with sheer numbers. He had watched as his men, one by one fell despite his best efforts.
And yet they had not killed him.
He had heard their leader barking orders for him to be taken captive alive. Perhaps so that he could be held to extract ransom from the King, considering his close ties to him, what with his sister being the one the King had recently married. If that was what they were hoping for, they were going to be disappointed by two things. Firstly, the King would pay them, then send a huge mass of troops to slaughter them. Secondly, they would never be able to capture him alive.
He had survived and evaded worse, after all. During the war against the minotaurs of the North, he had learned more than enough tricks to survive in the wilderness and elude capture when the situation called for it.
Fagen made his way towards the light in the darkness, having it only occurring to him halfway up the winding path towards it that there was a possibility that whoever lived there could either be in league with the bandits or even worse, it could be their headquarters to begin with.
It was a chance he would have to take, he realized, as he looked down at his wound again. If he didn't get it treated soon, there was a possibility that he would die anyway.
Surviving to be held hostage may be dishonorable, but at least it would keep him alive.
He steps faltered as he drew nearer to the house. Before he knew it, he had crashed onto the ground, barely a few feet away from the front door, simply unable to move any longer.
Unable to call out for help, his vision beginning to blur, the last thing he saw before the darkness drowned him completely was the door opening, allowing the light from the inside to fall upon him.
The light, as bright as it was, could not follow him into the state of unconsciousness he fell into.
-
"Oh, so you're finally awake."
As Fagen found himself coming to, he found himself inside a warm bed, staring up at a wooden ceiling. He looked over to his right to see a large, burly man with a black goatee staring back at him with a warm smile on his face. Judging by the plain clothes he was wearing, he was obviously a simpleton- a woodcutter, perhaps. Not many others would opt to live so far out from civilization. The man had black hair around his balding head, and deep brown eyes that seemed to reflect a kind of gentleness in him. In his left hand, Fagen saw, was a bottle of wine.
Suddenly realizing how thirsty he was, Fagen sat up and managed to form his first words since he had blacked out, "Thank you for saving me," he said.
"Don't worry about it," the man assured him in a gruff voice. "It's my duty after all, to serve my King. And since you're one of his men..."
Fagen nodded. "I will make sure that you are appropriately rewarded for this," he said. Looking down under the covers, he noticed that his wound had been miraculously healed. And not in the kind of way that it was stitched up- it was as though it was never there. Astonished, he looked back at the man and managed a 'How?' before he was cut off.
"I know a bit of healing magic," the man explained. "I thought you'd prefer it over me stitching you up. I don't trust myself with a needle."
"Again, thank you," Fagen managed. He had really only expected simple treatment from a simple person. Healing magic was something he had not really been expecting until he'd actually arrive back at the castle where the mages would be able to attend to him. "I'm sorry, I did not catch your name."
"I'm Barrin," the man introduced himself. "But you can call me Barr."
"And you know who I am, don't you?" Fagen asked.
Barr managed a grin. "Of course I do. You're the King's brother-in-law and best friend. His right hand and most powerful fighter during the war," he proclaimed.
Fagen managed a wry smile. "I don't think you have to point all of that out. For now I'm just a stranger you saved, sitting in your bed. I am forever in your debt. When I get back to the castle, I shall see to it that you are appropriately rewarded."
"I am not the only one you owe thanks to," Barr said.
"Excuse me?" Fagen asked. "Is there someone else in this house?"
Barr chuckled, shaking his head. "No, there's no one else in this house. One of my friends lives out in the forest. He's the reason why the bandits were unable to pursue you."
"He? Meaning, one man? If he could hold his own against a whole troop of bandit, he must be quite the warrior," Fagen said, now looking quite interested.
"He is that, and much more," Barr said, a look of admiration on his face. "Perhaps you should meet him, before you set off back for the castle. He may even want to accompany you. He told me once that he has business there."
The prospect of walking back home with at least someone by his side who was a good fighter was too good to pass down. Besides, Fagen did owe him thanks anyway. "Take me to him, then," he said, getting out of bed.
Fagen dressed in a white tunic and the pants he wore underneath his armour the night before. He knew that it would be much easier to travel without heavy, metal armour slowing him down. And it wouldn't draw as much unwanted attention besides. Deciding to leave his armour here at the very least as a token of gratitude, Fagen picked up his sword and followed the woodcutter out of his cabin into the forest, taking a swig of wine that was offered to him as they walked out the door.
Outside, dawn was breaking over the forest. The leaves still carried drops of rainwater from the night before, dripping down in slow, inconsistent drops onto the wet earth below. Fagen followed Barr closely behind, listening as the man sang more praises for this 'friend' of his. Apparently, Demetos, as he was called, had been a valiant fighter during the war against the North, having killed more men than anyone else. This surprised Fagen, slightly. If this person was such a great war hero, Fagen would have recognized his name instantly.
And what was he doing out here in the middle of the forest?
By the time they reached their destination, Fagen was surprised yet again. Having expected to be taken to another cottage like the one he had just been in, he found himself standing in front of what appeared to be a keep. Or at least, what was once must have been a keep. The towers and walls appeared to have crumbled round the sides, leaving only the main building at the center intact. And even that, like the rest of the surroundings, was entangled in huge vines and roots, as though the rest of the fortress had been destroyed by the forest itself.
How old was this place? Fagen had to wonder. It was on none of the maps he had seen.
As Barr brought him closer to the entrance- a main set of double doors, Fagen realized that he could hear voices from the inside. Like the whole building was occupied by a whole host of people, keeping it running as though it were a normal keep. He thought he could see a hint of guards on the roof, but before he could confirm his suspicion or ask Barr what this place was, the doors opened-
And out stepped two minotaurs.
The one walking ahead of the other was more largely built. And even that was an understatement-
he was huge, towering up to about 8 to 9 feet in height, he was dressed almost regally over his dark brown fur. His left horn was slightly chipped, and a scar ran over his left eye as well, indicating how battle worn he was. Unlike the minotaurs Fagen had been used to seeing back during the war, this one was not carrying a weapon. It was indeed a peculiar sight, since all of Fagen's past experiences with them had involved dodging strike after strike of their massive battle axes. The one behind him, however, was armed. Covered in black fur, this one had his head slightly bowed. Being dressed in plain brown clothes made it clear to Fagen that the larger bull was indeed the one in charge.
Fagen couldn't remember when he had drawn his sword- it had become second nature for him to react to seeing them this way. The next thing he knew, he had settled into a defensive stance, ready to fight to the death if need be. How had these abominations ended up so far into the King's territory?
"Lower your sword, Fagen Djolmir," the larger bull addressed him in a deep, grumbling voice. "It will do you no good here."
"I am not so foolish as to lower my weapon before an enemy," Fagen said wryly. He begun contemplating his options- he did not think he'd get far if he tried to run. Not when he did not know the forest as well as the traitor, Barr or possibly even the minotaurs. One of them was unarmed. And the one that was didn't look like it would be a particular threat. Fagen decided that he would take his chances and fight. It was his duty, after all.
Before he could even take his first step forward, a sharp pain suddenly struck the back of his head, knocking him down onto the forest floor. Groaning from the pain, and the realization that blood was running down the back of his head past his cheeks, he could only watch as a human hand picked up the sword that he had dropped.
"T...traitor," Fagen managed to curse, getting up on all fours.
A huge hand grasped the top of his head, enclosing his skull before he was effortlessly lifted off the ground with just one hand. Dangling in front of the brown bull like a ragdoll, Fagen felt his vision begin to blur. "Listen, little human," he heard the minotaur growl. "Listen..."
And listen he did, even as his whole world faded to black.
-
"So, Fagen, what do you think of the food?"
The sudden question snapped him back to reality, his attention suddenly drawn back to the brown minotaur sitting across the huge dining table from him. In front of him was a plate of half-eaten pig roast, a fork and spoon already half at work in his own hands. Wait- how had he gotten here again?"It's delicious, my Lord," Fagen found himself answering. Which was the truth, after all. His gracious host probably had skilful chefs in the kitchen. Fagen couldn't remember ever being so hungry.
"So, as I was saying, we mean no harm to the empire. The war has ended a long time ago, and we are not your enemies," Demetos said.
Fagen nodded in response. "Yes, I agree. Perhaps the world doesn't need any more bloodshed."
His head was ringing, slightly. How had he gotten here again?
Oh, right, he realized. Barr brought me here to introduce me to him. Demetos brought me into his house and invited me to dine with him. They had spent the past hour talking about...what had they been talking about? When Fagen tried to recall, the only thing that came was the image of Demetos standing behind his chair, both hands on his shoulders as he spoke words that Fagen could not seem to recall.
"I think I have had enough food for one night," Demetos said finally, smiling at him from across the table. As the minotaur rose, Fagen found himself rising too, even though he still felt a bit hungry. It would be improper for him to continue eating if the host left, after all. "Would you do my house the honor of spending the night here before we send you on your way back to the King
tomorrow?"
Since when do minotaurs have Houses?
"I would be grateful for that, my Lord," Fagen replied, pushing the thought to the back of his mind. There was nothing wrong with this scenario. Nothing. It was just like any other visit to the Lords of any other house. "I am still weary and dirtied from my encounter with the bandits. And my trek to the forest to get here has left my clothes covered in mud. Perhaps it would be best if I spend the night here."
"Perhaps you should get cleaned before you are taken to your sleeping chambers," Demetos suggested. "I will allow you to use my private bath. The servants have been preparing it for you as we dined."
"Thank you, my Lord. You are too kind," Fagen replied, walking over towards the large bull. As he walked, the servants who had been watching started to clear up the table.
Some of them looked strangely familiar.
Fagen pushed those thoughts away as he was led up the stairs towards a door that opened up into quite a large bathroom, adorned with marble sculptures of minotaurs standing over a marble floor. At the center was a huge tub filled with hot water, looking as though it was meant to fit a minotaur.
Towels sat waiting on a nearby rack, beside a shelf full of bottles which Fagen guessed were soaps and scents. Truly it was a place fit for a King.
Fagen somehow did not find it odd that the minotaur was closing the door behind him, leaving the two of them alone in the bathroom together. He also did not find it odd that the minotaur was undressing before him, facing the other way as he slid his clothes off, revealing a glistening, muscular back that Fagen found himself transfixed by.
As the bull turned around, Fagen found his attention quickly changed to the huge endowment between the bulls thighs, jutting out proudly from a nest of thick fur, from which a pungent, musky odor rose, drowning Fagen's senses as the bull drew closer towards him. It was the most intoxicating scent he had ever come across, sending his own arousal up tenting inside his pants even before the minotaur's hands touched him, gently undressing him.
"I... I can do it myself..." Fagen found himself protesting. Strange. Was that what he had wanted to protest in the first place? Something about all this felt wrong.
"Nonsense," Demetos replied. "As a guest in my house, you will allow me to do it for you."And Fagen did. Blushing slightly as his erection was revealed for the world to see.
'Why am I erect? This is, this is so..so...'
The minotaur grinned at him seductively before backing away from him, turning around and walking towards the tub. Fagen's eyes fell on his beautifully sculpted ass as he climbed into the tub, sending a good deal of water overflowing out the sides.
'Beautiful.' He gulped as the minotaur sat up and leaned back in the tub, his perfectly sculpted chest still dry and above water with his hands hanging out of the tub. The minotaur looked at him and beckoned him over with one finger.
Like a puppet attached to invisible strings in the minotaur's hands, Fagen found himself walking over to the tub, hesitating only slightly before he climbed in himself. With the tub only large enough to accommodate one person, he made it work by sitting down on the minotaur's lap, revelling in the feel of his bare naked skin making contact with the minotaur's fur as he lay back, the skin of his back touching the minotaur's perfect chest.
Demetos' muscular hands wrapped around him possessively, sensuously stroking the human's thighs with powerful, calloused fingers trailing his sensitive skin. That, coupled with the even more powerful musky odor of the minotaur now that they were so close to each other wrapped the unsuspecting human in tendrils of ecstasy. The human soon found himself moaning in ecstasy at the minotaur's caresses, not realising the changes that were being enforced into his mind by the words the minotaur was whispering into his ears.
"Yes, Djolmir... let go. I enjoyed having you as an enemy during the war. You killed many of my sons and lovers..."
"S..sorry," Fagen managed to reply between gasps as the minotaur started working on his cock, grabbing them with one powerful hand and squeezing it tightly. How could he have done that? How could he have destroyed such beauty with his sword, just because of words from a human King?
"No need to apologize, Djolmir," the minotaur muttered, rubbing the tip of his cock against the entrance to the human's backside. "You will make an excellent addition to my harem, and an even better son."
Not showing any signs of disturbance from what the minotaur had just said, Fagen managed to get up slightly and turn around so that he remained in the minotaur's lap, but his legs now curled around the minotaur's perfect abdomen, his face now buried in the minotaur's left armpit, sniffing and licking at it hungrily.
"That's a good human," Demitos praised him, making him swell with pride. "You like my scent, don't you?"
"It's...the most beautiful scent in the whole world," Fagen replied in between licks. "Why do you even bother to bathe when you smell so wonderful?"
Demitos chuckled. "Minotaur pheromones have a tendency to arouse the males of other species. You must have noticed by now that we have no females. We breed by transforming human males into our own kind. The reason why the pheromones never affected your soldiers in battle is because the concentration was never powerful enough."
Even now that the explanation was out as to why he was acting this way, it still did not encourage Fagen to stop. Instead he switched over to the other armpit where the sweat concentration was still strong.
"My magic was able to keep your mind in a state of confusion the whole day while my slaves prepared this bath for you, my boy," the minotaur continued talking, stroking the hapless human's hair gently. Fagen was anything but a boy, he realized, stopping for a few seconds. He was in his late thirties for crying out loud, and he had a goatee and a more warrior's scars on his body than he could count. (Of course, his scars were nowhere as beautiful as the ones on Demitos' perfect body) Yet something about being called that by this powerful, muscled god aroused him further, and he began grinding his erection against the minotaur's firm abs, moaning even louder.
"I remember you shouting during the war that as long as you were alive, my kind would never win. Well this is how I have beaten you, boy. You are now swimming in a sea of my scents, and it now has you acting like a whore for me. If only the King could see you now," the minotaur laughed. Deciding to stop the human before he reached completion, he grabbed the human by the shoulders and stilled him, leaning over to kiss him passionately, his tongue slobbering all over the human's face, leaving a thin film of drool that the human eagerly licked up.
Deciding that the human was ready, Demetos rose from the tub, lifting the human up with him as the human clung to him with his hands wrapped lovingly around the minotaur's chest and his legs wrapped around the minotaur's torso. Demetos carried him over to the wall where the bull pinned him for support before pressing the tip of his cock to Fagen's entrance. The human started panting with anticipation, his wide eyes filled with carnal desire for this creature he had once sworn to fight.
"Such a strong human warrior...begging for my seed like a whore, this is just too precious," Demetos chuckled as he started entering the human, earning a gasp of pain from him. The pained expression soon left as Demetos found himself touching the human's prostrate, buried hilt deep in the tightest ass he had ever had.
"After tonight...ughn," the minotaur began bouncing the human up and down on his cock. "..your wife...your King... they will all mean nothing to you...ugnh!.. I am the only master you have... your only father... the only one who you long to please..."
The human did not respond, but the blank look in his eyes as he was being fucked senseless told Demetos that nothing was going wrong.
They came at the same time- Demetos filling the human's ass to the brim while the human sprayed his load over the minotaur's torso and chest. Their cries of completion echoed down the corridor outside, even out into the forest. In the keep itself, about thirty slaves listened, and seethed in envy at not being the object of their master's attentions that night.
As Demetos let the human slide back down onto the ground, he grabbed hold of his cock and stroked it back to attention. He laughed at the look of surprise on the human's sleepy but contented face as he looked up at the cock that was now swelling again as though the past few minutes had not happened.
"Don't be surprised," Demetos grinned as he started stroking his own cock harder, pointing it at Fagen's face. "I am a minotaur, after all. Now lie down and sleep, little. You will get to taste some of it, but not all of it is for swallowing."
The obedient pet did as he was told, lying down on the marble floor with a growing look of exhaustion on his face.
"Goodbye, Djolmir the human. After tonight, you are Ageon, the fruit of my loins." The minotaur bellowed as he came a second time, shooting a powerful jet of come onto the human below him.
The coat of white smothered the human's face entirely, drowning the helpless human in even more of the minotaur's musky scent. More jets of bullseed shot forth after that. And as the minotaur promised, the human managed to taste some of it, but eventually the unnatural volume of ejaculate being pumped onto his bare skin overwhelmed him, and he lost consciousness, falling asleep in a growing puddle of minotaur come. To say that he felt nothing beyond that would have been lying. His mind was wrapped in a fog of lust and pleasure, but his body, his skin where it met with the bullseed felt like it was on fire- the minotaur's sperm interacting with the human's body,beginning the long, painful process that would lead towards his rebirth.
The creature in the thick white cocoon spasmed a few times before it stilled finally, its chest rising and falling rhythmically as the minotaur towering above it beamed proudly.
"Goodnight, son," the minotaur whispered huskily as it leaned down and licked a bit of the cum off, right where the human's face would have been. "With you on my side, it will only be a matter of time before we have the humans at our mercy, their precious King sucking my cock for
sustenance."
As the minotaur stood up and turned to leave, he looked over his shoulder one last time. "Don't worry, though," he promised. "You will always be the one to share my bed at night."