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The human struggled in his binds, trying to break the rope tied around his wrists and around a thick wooden spear impaled into the ground. Sweat dripped over his naked frame as the cool night air kissed his tan skin. His muscles flexed as he moved, the toned canyons and valleys tensing and relaxing as he tried to break free.

A fine looking black hair trailed down his chest, abs, and crotch which glimmered in the moonlight that reflected off his body. Torches were lit all around him, the light illuminating the area and letting the human see the predicament he was in. Several beasts stood surrounding him in a circle of sorts on two legs, their bull-like appearance sending a strange recognizable fear, but curiosity.

They seemed to be just as curious about him, watching him squirm in his predicament. They each were different in size and stature, but looked healthy and comfortable. Some were brimming with masculinity, reeking of it off of their black, brown, and white fur. The human could tell which ones were the alphas of the group by the way they stood and remained silent, watching him with a hungry gaze in their eyes.

The younger ones were chatty, giggling amongst themselves as they pointed and gawked at the older, mature males. What stood out to the human was their body art; everything from the expressive piercing down to different dyes and paints that covered their furs in intricate patterns. Some had piercings looped around their nipples while others had rings wrapped around one or each horn. They seemed to be content with their barely covered bodies, each of their loincloths barely leaving anything to the imagination. The bull that was closest to the human seemed to be wearing the most; a ceremonial looking garb that covered his lower body only a tiny bit modestly then the others, but had a lively body paint that combined a sequence of different colors.

Scanning the environment, the human’s blue eyes fell upon curious looking tents that had several different ornaments that clinked in the wind. The tents were not crude by any means, but seemed to be simple enough that they could be torn down and moved if need be. Some of the people stepped out of their tents to watch the spectacle that was going on, interest scrawled across their face.

The human could only describe the situation he was in as something primal and a celebration of some kind. He could only guess that the men that ransacked his master’s caravan and captured him were a tribe of bull-people; minotaurs from the North making the transition to the Southern caverns to avoid the harsh bite of winter. The caravan was simply in their path. Being a hired arm to keep bandits away, the human was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time and the next thing he knew, he was being led away in bondage.

Feeling a shiver down his spine as he felt the cool night air kiss his most sensitive parts, he hoped that his fellow brothers he traveled with did not receive the same fate as he did. He still remembered the warriors that surrounded him before pinning him to the ground and restraining him. He then remembered the strange chemical they blew into his face to knock him unconscious, the sweet scent still on his mind.

Hearing the hushed whispers between the different tribesmen, the human began to train his ears on the deep basses coming from the beast men. He knew that very few minotaurs born outside of the city learned the intricacies associated with the common rhetoric, but some managed to integrate themselves fully into modern society. In fact, his blacksmith that crafted his first sword was a stocky bull.

He was also his first love.

As the man’s eyes fell upon the soft lips of the different men, his mind fell onto nostalgic memories. He could smell the scent of cooling metal as it was dipped into chilled mountain water and hear the tinging of a hammer as it clanged against steel. He remembered being pushed against the anvil, strong hands holding him gently as lips connected with his. He could still remember the hand caressing his face, the warm palm pressed flesh against his cheek and…

Opening his eyes, the human noticed the robed minotaur was stroking the exact same spot, a grin across his face as he spread his fingers and felt the soft skin gently before cupping his chin. Feeling a warmth across his cheeks, the human felt himself go stiff as the dark brown eyes looked into his. Leaning forward, the minotaur said in a deep booming voice, “What is your name, warrior?”

A look of shock flew over the human’s face as he watched the minotaur’s mouth stop moving. He remembered the stories of the different tribes his first love told him as he held him in arms in an instant, the explanation of how the blacksmith learned English from some of the most wisest and cunning among the tribesman. He felt a strange bit of respect move over him when he realized he was among one of the highest regarded members of the tribe; the shaman.

Gulping, as the hand began to trail lower over his neck, the restrained male said, “My name is Lucas. Why do you have me like this?”

Feeling the shaman’s other hand trail over his and grasp it soothing, the shaman rubbed his thumb across the back of Lucas’s hand and chuckled saying, “So naive of our ways…so ignorant of what is in store for you.”

Forming into an irritated scowl at the taunting answer, Lucas said, “I have no time for some stupid game! Release me, now!”

Recognizing the words as hostile, the shaman began to trace his fingers along Lucas’s spine. Giving a tremble in response at the gentle touch, the shaman replied, “No, the gods have blessed us with your presence. It would be a pity to deny them and you play a larger role in their plot then you think, warrior. We require a blessing from them, and you are going to play that role, buicha.”

The last word sent another quiver down Lucas’s spine. It was in the minotaur language. Although he was not familiar with the word, some of the males around the shaman become attentive quickly with ominous smiles across their face. The scarred alpha males looked at Lucas with the same desire in their eyes, watching his body like a hawk watches prey before it strikes.

“What if I told you your gods made some kind of error? What if fate has brought me to the wrong place?” Lucas argued as he struggled against his bondage, sweat starting to roll off of his body and drip onto the floor. “You barbarians attacked our caravan and carried me off,” Lucas continued as the shaman began to get touchier, his fingers trailing lower over his chest and abs. “I had no say in this matter.”

“So the gods willed it and much was done in preparation for this day,” the shaman said as his fingers felt the muscles twitch and flex as he worked over Lucas’s naked body, taking note at the spots that made the human tremble like a leaf. Noticing the worried anger still sketched across Lucas’s face, the minotaur said, “What troubles you if the divines themselves have brought you to us?”

“You killed my companions,” Lucas growled through clenched teeth. “They were innocent and you slaughtered them like sheep.” Still hearing their screams of horror as the caravan was swarmed, Lucas felt his patience starting to dwindle.

“You did not see our compassion, fool,” the shaman answered back as his fingers drummed along Lucas’s treasure trail. “You did not witness your own brethren trading your capture for their escape with their profits. You were too busy defending yourself from our own fine warrior’s blows to hear them beg for their own life like worthless animals.”

Shaking a bit as the shaman’s words cut him like a knife, Lucas shook his head and retorted, “You’re lying! My fellow bodyguards would not gave me up like that!” Remembering of how he sat around the fire with his boss and other guards, Lucas recalled sharing jokes, fascinating stories, and having a merriment filled time drinking and laughing. He remembered his employer’s wife and how she would give him the most subtle of winks towards him, giggling when he would become shy. The several nights that he spent among the merchants and warriors seemed like the life Lucas could get used to living and after a few weeks of back and forth traveling, Lucas felt like he belonged with the band.

Pulling out a beautiful ornate dagger from his side, the shaman held it up in the torchlight. A slight glimmer of light flicked off the end of the trim on the handle and the polished silver of the blade had many ornate patterns that cut through the metal in fine patterns. Many of the minotaurs around the shaman ogled the pristine metalwork, their attention captured by the craftsmanship. Lucas recognized it instantly; it was the same dagger that was part of their cargo into the Great Planes to sell to the gypsies.

“They paid us extra for the transaction because they were so grateful we spared their weak lives,” the shaman taunted with a sinister smile as he watched Lucas’s confusion turn into disbelief. “You, on the other hand, were the one fighting bravely and with valor against some of our strongest fighters. You are a magnificent specimen, human and a worthy person to participate in our celebrations for victory.”

Stunned, Lucas dropped his gaze from the dagger, letting it sink in on how badly he was betrayed by his own people. He felt ill as the shaman began to massage the human’s thighs teasingly. However, he also felt the anger sweeping away with every touch that the shaman applied to his most private of areas. His thoughts started to calm as he took in the situation and Lucas felt the familiar sensation of breath on his neck as the shaman leaned close.

Giving a huff as his hand got tantalizingly close to Lucas’s manhood, the minotaur said, “And you call us the ‘savages’ when you fight just as much among your own. Your own brothers and sisters stabbed you in your back, Lucas. The gods have put you here to have our people celebrate your transition to a new life that will honor, respect, and value your bravery.”

Clutching Lucas’s chin, the shaman pulled the human’s eyes to meet with his. The humans were a mixture of curiosity and confusion which pulled the shaman’s mouth into a smile that sent a cold feeling down the human’s spine. Fear began to creep onto Lucas as he stared into the Shaman’s eyes.

“What are you going to do with me?” He wanted to sound strong and brave, but his voice began to tremble now.

Giving a small tsk, the Shaman said, “Nothing you will not enjoy in the end. You will be born once again a stronger, virile, and changed male.” Beckoning a large looking figure forward, the Shaman stepped out of the way to allow a minotaur that towered over both the Shaman and Lucas. His chocolate brown fur glistened in the moonlight as he made his way forward, his eyes watching Lucas closely with a gaze that was sizing the other male up.

His eyes were a deep blue that reminded the human of the ocean, and his golden nose ring jingled with every step. The way the minotaur walked was one that brimmed with confidence and swagger. His body was built like a fortress, his muscles providing defense from any attacker that would be foolish enough to try to ambush him. Scars grazed his chest and face, showing off his exploits in combat. As he walked up to Lucas, he stared face to face with the human, so close that his warm breath grazed his face as he towered over him.

Turning towards the crowd that began to hush and watch silently, the Shaman shouted something in a language that Lucas did not understand. It was deep and rich, an old, ancient sound to it. The rich tones vibrated his ear drums as the Shaman raised his hands towards the stars that glistened overhead as if in celebration. The male standing in front of Lucas still stared down at the human, his muscles flexing menacingly as he reached a hand forward to feel the soft skin of the human’s hand underneath his own broader palm.

His touch was cold, making Lucas shy away from it. He couldn’t really get far as he was tied to the pole, his wrists straining as he shifted in his bondage. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Cocking his head, the minotaur smiled somewhat sinisterly as he watched the human struggle. Trailing his hand lower, he brought it onto the human’s face, feeling the different curves. The most pleasing to the minotaur were the human’s cheeks and nose, his right hand trailing over the unfamiliar structures. Lucas could smell the scent of dirt on the minotaur’s hands mixed with leather and sweat. The scent was masculine, and almost pleasant. The scent reminded him of the days he spent training to hone his sword skills back at the village, his mind starting to think back to older days as the alpha’s hands trailed lower over his chin and neck.

Lucas got himself a good look on the minotaur’s face and for a brief moment, their eyes met. Something about the minotaur felt familiar to him, like he had met him before. It only took a few seconds for the memory to resurface to the forefront of his mind. “It’s you…” he mumbled to himself. “You’re the one that I fought,” he said to the minotaur, whom he doubt understood what he was saying.

As if attempting to piece together what the human said, the minotaur bowed, his horns mere inches from Lucas’s face. Each horn had a silver ring on each, intricate patterns carved into them. Lucas remembered the parry that the minotaur performed, knocking him off his feet before pinning him. His hands, in response, trailed lower as if finding more confidence to begin trailing along Lucas’s chest and arms, feeling the muscles grow taunt before relaxing.

All the handling and touchiness Lucas had been subjected to eventually evoke a physical response from him. Whether he liked it or not, his body began responding from the rather sensual touches he was getting, with his cock being a clear sign of it. Blood began to flow to his loins, making him curse inwardly. To Lucas, now was not the right time to be getting an erection. He desperately tried to think of something else; something that would stop his arousal from growing, but as if having a mind of its own, his cock was soon standing in perfect attention, pointing right in front of his warden, the minotaur.

Grinning as he continued his touching, the warrior began to grow more confident, stroking Lucas’s thighs and pinching the human’s soft nipples. The Shaman that stood before the crowd was silent like them, watching the spectacle unfold. Some of the people watching were blushing, others openly gawking at what was happening in front of them. The older people around had knowing smirks across their faces as they watched their brethren explore the human in front of him with interest.

If Lucas wasn’t hard before, he was hard now. He was weak against nipple pinching and the minotaur was exploiting him completely. He bit his lips, trying to stifle a moan to escape his mouth. If the minotaur’s goal was to arouse him, then he was definitely pressing all the right buttons on him as the human’s cock was now beginning to leak amounts of pre that dripped down his legs.

“W-what...are you doing to me…? S-top at once!” he said outright, blushing completely. Lucas’s embarrassment at being the target of more intimate attention was starting to get to him. A few tribesman began to shuffle closer, some visibly aroused through their loincloths. The Shaman continued to watch with his unyielding gaze, making sure the ceremony was going smoothly. Moving forward as quick as wind, the Shaman stood by the warrior, guiding his hands across the human’s skin as he watched Lucas’s expression close.

Leaning forward, the Shaman whispered into Lucas’s ear, “This warrior is one alpha among our people. He is a powerful male that you had the pleasure to have fought with. Since you lost, you will submit yourself to him. In doing so, you will make yourself stronger, your weaknesses polishing into strengths. His essence will merge with your own and the assorted people will watch to honor this ceremony.” A small smile crossed the Shaman’s lips as the warrior gave a snort to blow hot breath into the human’s face. “His name is Darut. You will know it well by the time this night is over.”

“Essence? Merge? Submit myself?” Questions began popping into Lucas’s mind and red flags were raising everywhere. “Do I have say in all of this?” he asked looking at Darut who was looking back at him with an unfathomable expression.

He gulped, having a sinking feeling as to where all of this was headed, especially with the way all the other tribesmen were groping themselves. The Shaman stroked Darut’s back, his hand falling lower until it was over the minotaur’s backside which was hidden inside his thick loincloth. The rings that were on either side of the waistband jingled as the Shaman used his other hand to stick a finger in one of the rungs.

“A say? The gods had a say in this matter, and they have put you here. Like I said before, you were born to come here, and accept this gift we are going to give you. Relax, and enjoy yourself, human. Relinquish yourself to those desires held inside you for so long, and display them for this fine warrior. He will take them, mold them, and more,” the Shaman seductively pulled hard on the ring to break one of two.

The loincloth fell to the side, unveiling part of the minotaur’s left thigh and cheek. Darut did not seem to mind; still groping the human where he pleased, rubbing along his thighs and tantalizingly close to Lucas’s manhood.

As Darut’s left cheek was exposed, the Shaman reached down and squeezed it to feel the mound of muscle flex underneath his hand as Darut thrust forward somewhat involuntarily to rub his bulge against the human’s exposed member. The audience’s breathing was now becoming heavier, and Lucas could hear some beginning to pant in lustful need as they watched the display. Others were touching themselves, or one another, while exploring their own passions unabashedly.

Some had even began to free themselves from their clothing and were now standing naked as can be and openly stroking themselves to the show they were getting, their loincloths around their ankles with glazed looks of desire. Lucas’ attention was brought back to Darut however as his cock rubbed up against the minotaur’s own.

His own self-control was breaking and a lustful moan escaped his lips. The event reminded him of his first lover, his gentle gropes, and massaging making him aroused as he was pushed against the anvil and kissed passionately. Now, however, it was a bit more anonymous. Some of the older ones were still watching Lucas with deep curiosity still, but even they had tents in their loincloths.

“Give in, Lucas. Forget about your companions; we will fill those holes now. Forget about your previous life, and let your primal emotions surface,” the Shaman said as he reached forward, and wrapped his hand around Lucas’s stiff erection. He gave a few teasing strokes before placing a finger on the head, and felt the drip of pre on his fingers. He gave a grin, rubbed the drop between his index and middle finger, before walking back and beginning to give a sensual dance.

He closed his eyes, feeling his own body with a pleased expression across his face. He began to strip from his robes, the fabric falling to the ground until he stood naked, unveiling complex swirls and patterns that dived over themselves like a river cutting through a forest. Piercings dotted his body, but were subtle enough that they did not take away from his expressive movements.

A smirk crossed his lips as he lifted his arms over his head and began to move his hips, his hands moving over his body in a dance that was passionate and graceful, and yet fierce. His member laid flaccid over a pair of round, plump orbs that moved along with his movements.

Sometimes, he would cup them before thrusting forward and moving back like a snake diving forward to attack its prey before retreating back into the shadows it came from. The audience began to watch the Shaman’s body move, their eyes transfixed on the markings that swayed along like a leaf in the wind. As the Shaman’s heartbeat began to rise with his performance, his mouth opened to let out a long, drawn out breath.

Darut was busy attending to Lucas, now kissing up his neck and chin. His broad tongue tracing across sweat, the salty taste spurring him further up the human’s neck until the tongue connected with the gentle caress of Lucas’s lips. The kiss wasn’t something Lucas was expecting but at this point, his resolve was beginning to crumble. He lost himself to his lust and was now just going along for the ride. He did not wish to admit it, but Darut was a great kisser and it helped things along better; the smacking of their lips spurring something out of him he did not know existed.

Moving forward subtly, the Shaman reached his hand out and unlatched the second rung from Darut’s loincloth, the golden ring falling until it hit the dirt with a muffled sound. The ring bounced twice before falling on its side in the dirt. The loincloth fell to the dirt, fully exposing Darut to the men that watched. Their eyes were now glazed completely in desire; even some of the mature ones finding it hard to not fondle themselves in a discreet manner. The Shaman moved further still, reaching out and around Darut’s body before grasping the warrior’s firm and large pectorals in his hands. He danced around Darut’s body, grinding against him and pushing the warrior further into the bounded human.

Lucas could only watch in wanton desire as Darut stood before him proudly, not ashamed of his body. And why would he? He was everything a prospecting female, or male wanted and his body wasn’t afraid of showing it. His manhood was rock hard, even spurting more precum than it used to at the sight of the well-endowed male in front of him to his embarrassment.

The minotaur’s member throbbed with arousal against his, the size and weight drafting Lucas’s own. Darut moved his head close until it felt as if the world was stopping between him and his new lover. The Shaman, growing bored of pushing the two closer, moved away to face the crowd. His flaccid member was now standing at full attention, the night air’s gentle touch on it making it throb before he began to move his hips erotically once again.

As the Shaman worked his body, the audience seemed to be following the intensity. The heat of the area felt like it would increase as the Shaman’s body moved quicker, and then dissipate as he slowed his movements like tides barreling onto the beach before retreating back into the ocean.

The human looked at Darut with a needful gaze, his body starting to quiver in anticipation whenever Darut would move away. He ached for the touch of the minotaur, arching his back whenever Darut would pull away for a moment. Right now, as of this moment, it was just him and Darut. He was there for him and him only. Lust filled his mind of lewd acts they would do and it only spurred his desire to be in close proximity to the minotaur.

Looking over, the Shaman swayed to a mysterious beat as he watched Darut begin to stroke Lucas’s member with desire as he began to kiss Lucas once again, their bodies now grinding against each other shamelessly. The audience was now beginning to become more vocal in what they were doing, moans and grunts sounding out and echoing around the camp. Some tribesman began to watch from the tents.

“Yes, that’s it, human. Give into the warrior and submit yourself to someone more powerful than yourself. Let his strength become yours,” the Shaman commented. A loud bellow rang out from the audience as one of the tribesman was laid out onto the ground and another climbed up on top of him.

The male on top was well-built and sturdy like a wall as he leaned over the leaner yet still muscular one’s back. He began to penetrate the one underneath him, pushing his member inside until he yelled out in ecstasy. Many of the people around him shifted around to watch the spectacle as the one on top claimed his conquest for the night and began to pull his hips out before pushing back in. The one on the bottom gave a lustful moan, pushing his perky rump back to feel the top’s orbs against his.

Darut recognized the sound, his ears perking as he groaned into the kiss with Lucas. The Shaman made his way back over to the pair, pulling out a canister that was around his waist. He handed it to Darut and said something in his low guttural language before sliding it into the warrior’s hands. Popping the top open, Darut began to pour the transparent liquid on his fingers and over the human’s member without any resolve.

Creating a loud squelching sound, Darut smiled as he began to cover his hands in the smooth yet transparent liquid. Rubbing his right hand lower and clutching Lucas’s balls in his hand, Darut smiled when he heard the human give a whimper as he kneaded the orbs gently. His index finger trailed over Lucas’s taint before poking at his hole, feeling the flesh against his index finger.

The transparent liquid, to which in Lucas’s filled mind could only register as lube, was cold to the touch. But the gentle massage Darut gave to his warm rump made it all the more welcoming as he slowly began to prod his hole. He bit his lips before a lustful groan voiced out of him as Darut’s finger broke through and began coating his innards with the liquid. It had a cooling effect, and whatever was in it, affected him immediately.

He felt hot and bothered, and a needy sensation began to come from his deepest and most private areas, telling him one thing and one thing only: that he needed to be filled. Darut was gentle yet firm in what he wanted as he nuzzled against the human’s neck, his breath coming out in warm pants. As the digit worked him, Lucas began to struggle for a different reason than getting away, the finger prodding places that he did not know were inside of him. Watching all this from a distance, the Shaman began to reach between Darut’s own cheeks, spreading them before prodding his hole with his own finger and saying in English for Lucas to understand, “Just in case someone finds his form suitable for....rutting.”

The finger spread his hole and Darut yelled out into the air. He looked back to see the Shaman’s hips still moving, a devilish smile across his face as he pushed in deeper. Another groan rang out through the camp as another audience member fell under the spell of another. The Shaman’s grin widened and he said, “Know that this is all because of you, Lucas.” Pulling out the finger as quickly as it went in, the Shaman was satisfied with the huff Darut made when he removed his finger from the minotaur’s most private of areas.

A loud slapping began to ring out from the middle of the camp as the sturdy minotaur that penetrated the first of many of the night began to thrust in the submissive one harder, saying rough sounding words in his language. The one on the bottom cried out as he was bred, the speed and sound of the top’s large, drooping balls colliding with his rump over and over again.

A loud moan rang out the the bigger minotaur gave one final thrust and sprayed his seed deep inside the willing male below him before pulling out and cumming all over the leaner one’s back. The Shaman chuckled as the camp blew up into a round of whooping and cheering. The one on bottom felt the thick seed that was deposited into him begin to spill over his balls as he attempted to contain the large load inside of him, his own member ready to shoot any second; the top did not end up giving him that luxury. Looking over at Lucas, the Shaman began to laugh and said, “All because of you, Lucas.”

Just as the two finished their rutting, another soon began to start right after. The entire camp seemed to be falling under a spell of endless sex and it was clear that it was only just getting started. The smell of sex, cum and sweat intoxicated Lucas’s, making him all the more docile as Darut’s fingers had his way with his ass.

The minotaur was reaching places he had never he had, making him feel things he had never felt before and just when he thought it was nearly over, the minotaur pressed hard inside of him, making him gasp from the sheer pleasure. His cock stiffened, desperately wanting to blow, seemingly on the edge of pleasure but never quite reaching it. It was an agonizing circumstance and his balls ached for the seed to be spilled to the ground. “Gah! Please! Stop this, and let me go,” he gasped weakly, unable to control himself anymore. He felt as if he was going to go crazy from the lust that was filling his mind endlessly.

Pulling out his finger almost roughly, Darut felt a sinister smirk cross his face as he leaned forward and began to kiss Lucas’s neck. While he was doing so, the Shaman made his way over to the pole, a dagger in hand as Darut grabbed his rump, pulled him upward and the rope tight as he watched the Shaman make his way over.

Although there was a slight amount of pain due to the tension on his wrists, the pain was ended when the Shaman brought down his knife and sliced the ropes with the dagger. Lucas winced as he pulled the ropes off of his wrists, red marks around the places where the rope rubbed against his skin. Noticing this, the Shaman poured another liquid and began to spread it along the skin. As if by magic, the pain started to subside, but the marks were still there.

“Take him, Darut. Breed him full of your strength and show him what it means to wield power,” the Shaman said as he sandwiched the Lucas in between their bodies, leaning past Lucas and planting a kiss on Darut’s muzzle. Moaning, Darut placed a hand on the back of the Shaman’s head as the kiss became heated, their tongues battling for control of one another. The human could see everything when he looked up and watched their muzzles battle for control. Breaking away after a moment, a strand of saliva separated the two before falling on Lucas who watched with lust in his eyes.

Darut smirked down at him, slowly turning him around as if he weighed nothing more than a bag of feathers, and laid him down onto the ground before crawling on top of his body. He licked up the human’s stomach until he found the human’s right nipple, trailing around the nub with his tongue, and teasing the sensitive skin. Whimpering and moaning as this happened, Lucas did not know how to respond to the stimulation. Taking the shaking of Lucas’s body as his cue, Darut latched onto the human’s nipple and began to suck with desire, Lucas’s moans only spurring him to continue.

Moving away from the duo, the Shaman began to waltz into the crowd. Many were starting to submit to one another, letting their passionate desires take them over. Some were on their knees, sucking on one another’s members while others were leaned over each other in various positions; one penetrating and the other receiving. The scent of musk and sexual desire was more than evident by now, and some white strands of minotaur seed were over the ground.

As the Shaman closed his eyes and began his dance in the orgy, a white glob hit his stomach and he opened his eyes once again to see the leaner minotaur from earlier taking another male, his orgasm starting to tamper as he was taken from a standing position, the top’s hands on both of the smaller framed minotaur’s shoulders.

Dipping his hand in the essence, the Shaman walked over to the smaller one, and trailed a hand across his cheek before sticking his index finger into the male’s mouth. He sucked on it without thinking, taking the finger into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. When the Shaman pulled away, his index finger was coated in saliva and he smiled to himself as he began his dance and another splatter hit his back. His snickered, but ignored the warm drip-drop feeling of the climax sliding down his back, continuing his erotic display.

Sex, sweat, and everything else in between was on full display as the lewd orgy began to rise in intensity. Some were on the ground, some were standing, but regardless, they were all in their throes of passion, with no clear end in sight. Lucas was in the thick of it, below the mighty Darut who was busy with him. Having had his fair share of the human’s nipple, he moved downwards, only stopped by the human’s pulsating member which was now painfully bobbing with need, his large tongue mere inches from the human’s endowment.

Quivering as he felt the slimy appendage start to move towards the head, Lucas gasped as the tongue brushed across the slit. His nerves fired almost simultaneously as a white hot pleasure started to flow through his body like liquid gold. Lucas’s back arched as Darut began to lower his muzzle down, the minotaur’s hot breath tingled against Lucas’s sensitive organ as if taunting him with his presence before the tongue began to lick up and down the shaft pleasingly.

Lucas’s member throbbed with need as Darut grasped the bottom of the member with his left hand and began to wrap his warm, wet mouth around the member, taking it into his muzzle with a sly grin across his face. Lucas attempted to stifle his moan, and the sound came it like a hiss.

The moment was interrupted by a dull thump by his left ear. Tilting his head to the left, Lucas’s eyes watched as one of the older warriors, probably a high official of some kind, was laid down onto the ground roughly by a younger, rougher looking minotaur. The one on top smacked his erect member against the older official’s round rump before lathering his member and his lover’s hole in the same transparent liquid that Lucas was fingered with. When the younger minotaur penetrated his lover, the bottom moaned out in lust right into the human’s face without any shame. Lucas realized that he got a front row seat watching what his own fate would be soon enough.

Pulling his chin back to watch, Darut smiled at the human’s glassy look. He rubbed Lucas’s cheeks before bringing his hand downward towards the human’s orbs, and began to roll them in his hand. The human groaned out into the night air when the minotaur bobbed his head lower, and gave a loud sucking sound. Lucas could feel the tightness of the mouth closing around him.

He began to have an internal battle with his own feelings for the situation; the fact that he was giving up his dignity for the most powerful bliss he ever experienced. At the moment with Darut’s mouth working his member, he did not care, but he figured that his somewhat forced pair would want something more.

He glanced over to see the younger minotaur’s hips thrust forward, and heard the growl leave his lips as he sunk deep inside his companion. The bottom’s eyes closed as a long groan left his lips when the top began to inch ever-so-slightly forward until his hips were pressed flush against the official's rump. Lucas could distinctly see their orb’s rubbing against one another, hanging low due to the heat of the environment.

The human’s member flexed in the minotaur’s mouth as Darut took his whole shaft into his mouth, licking his tongue up the base when he started to pull back before teasing the head with a grin upon his face when he saw his little human squirm. A small bead of pre fell across the tip of his tongue, and he lapped it up greedily. After bobbing up and down on Lucas’s manhood, Darut detached himself, and let the night air caress the human’s exposed digit. Shuddering from the sensation that swept over him, Lucas involuntarily opened his legs slightly like a bitch in heat, his hole quaking when it felt Darut’s tip poke at his opening ever so gently.

Hearing the erotic sound of orbs slapping together roughly, Lucas looked over to see the young minotaur on top pull the official’s hips upward until the one on bottom was kneeling down rather than being smashed against the dirt. They were chest to back, the top’s hips pistoning into his mate over and over. The bottom’s maleness vibrated with each aggressive thrust into him, his mouth opening in an “ahh” sound almost consistently. The bottom arched his back, his tongue lolling out of his mouth almost comically as he was given the pounding of his life.

Feeling the tip against his hole start to become more apparent, Lucas gasped as he looked up to the minotaur now towering over him, a smirk across his face as he grinded his manhood in between the human’s cheeks. Giving small whimpers in response, Lucas felt a blush cross his cheeks as he opened wider to allow his lover a better angle.

Darut’s grin grew wider as he watched his conquest become more open to the engagement, and leaned forward to begin massaging the human’s upper body tenderly as if he was softening dough. Lucas felt his pulse begin to quicken as he realized what was about to happen, but at the same time slowly drop back down whenever Darut’s hands found a specific nerve and pushed to invoke a long, drawn out sigh from the human’s mouth.

Although the Shaman did end up forcing him into this coupling, Lucas cursed himself that he was enjoying the filthy, vile, and devilish acts that had been committed and that were about to take shape. Darut was quite experienced with the male sex, that much was certain. The way Darut’s hands worked over his body was almost as if Darut had a cosmic knowledge of the pleasure points in the male anatomy.

However, that did not help Lucas swallow the fear when he felt Darut’s endowment start to poke more certain at his hole. Watching his partner close, Darut inched his muzzle forward before speaking soft coos of encouragement in his own language as he pressed a bit harder into the human. Lucas was pleased by the fact of how gentle the minotaur was, priming him for what was to be a full rutting. Even his previous lover did not treat him as delicately. The memories started to come back to him of his prior love, the blacksmith spreading his legs Lucas could not do anything, but accept what was coming to him...

The memories quickly fled his mind as Lucas felt the initial pain of being penetrated, a hiss leaving his lips as Darut began to push inside of him. The first thing the human noticed was how full he felt when the head entered him, the pain washing over into a bit of excitement and anxiousness. Bellowing out freely into the night air, Darut exclaimed his ecstasy out fully as he made his way deeper inside.

Lucas squirmed underneath Darut’s chest as he felt himself being filled more and more until finally he could feel the warrior’s hips and low-hanging breeders kiss his rump. Darut snorted dominantly, covering Lucas’s face with a hot breath of air, his nose ring jingling. He waited until Lucas’s grimaces began to turn more into looks of comfort and eventually Darut began to feel the human do something he did not expect; push against him. Darut smiled as he noted Lucas’s eagerness, pulling outward agonizingly slow before thrusting back in just as tantalizing.

The pain was still there, but dull in comparison to the beginning of a new feeling. The fullness of being hilted began to change itself into an electric zap that shot through his nerves before melting into a white hot sensation that sent Lucas’s body quivering when he first felt it. Darut recognized the emotions that were held in the human’s shifting expression, and he poked and prodded the spot over and over until Lucas was a shaking mess. The human’s member pulsed with each thrust, pre dribbling down the head and over the shaft. Darut groaned as Lucas’s walls tightened around him involuntarily, his arms wrapping around the guard’s neck as he began to speed up his thrusts.

Their grunts and groans began to fill the camp’s walls as they continued their rut, the speed only increasing. Watching with keen interest, the Shaman began to dance faster along with the speed of Darut’s hips. His own hand was beginning to stroke quicker along his own slick shaft as he began to cup his pectorals and pinch his nipples. The couple to the right of Lucas also began to rut faster, the official’s hands beginning to dig into the dirt as pre jutted out of the slit of his head.

The slapping sound of muscle against muscle rang out and another roar signaled the sound of an explosive climax as some tribesman finished and pulled out before submitting his own body to a different one. He was taken so quick that he did not have time to enjoy the afterglow.

Throughout all this, the Shaman still continued his dance, feeling seed spray against his ankles, and legs as the orgy continued. The Shaman strutted over to Darut, watching as his rump flex and relax as Darut rutted Lucas like an animal in heat. Small drops of drool fell from the minotaur’s mouth, falling onto Lucas’s neck, and cheek. The smell of sex was indeed in the air and the Shaman could nearly taste the sweat falling from the duo’s body. It was an intoxicating mixture of hormones, and the Shaman could not get enough.

The human took the pounding with vigor, enjoying the now deep and hard thrusts inside him with every cry out. The Shaman smiled sinisterly when he peaked in between Darut and Lucas’s bodies to see Lucas’s member squished in between their chests and drooling pre like he would climax simply by one small touch.

In fact, Lucas was extraordinarily close. He could feel a pressure deep within him that ached like a volcano ready to expel its volatile contents into the environment. His teeth gritted as he felt the pressure start to build further and further, Darut’s orb-smacking thrusts becoming too much for his body. He yelled out as his member throbbed once, twice, and a third time before he climaxed in between their chests. The white seed flew painted their chests in white streaks as jet after jet of his essence left his body; the orgasm the hardest Lucas could remember in quite some time. He was left a panting, shivering mess as Darut began to thrust through Lucas’s orgasm which only spurred further drops out of him.

Darut felt his own maleness get squeezed by Lucas’s walls tightly, his rough pounding being reduced down to deep, long pushes inward. His moaning started to turn into panting, and the pressure started to become too much. The Shaman, with his superhuman quickness, moved over to him and clutched his left cheek dominatingly before starting to whisper things in their native language with a sensual tone.

It seemed that was all it took to push the beast over the edge, and soon he began a deep rumble in his chest as he climaxed inside of Lucas. Grabbing the human’s shoulders, the minotaur raised his head in a confident manner as he unleashed a torrent inside the human. He grinded against Lucas’s rump, making sure to let go of his load as deep as possible. Lucas groaned as he felt the warm sensation of seed being pumped into him before gasping as Darut pulled out, placed his member on top of his, and continued his climax, painting the human’s abs, chest, and even the lower part of his face.

During all this, another booming cry filled the camp as the older and younger minotaur near them reached their own crescendo nearly the same time as they did. The younger one thrusted let loose deep inside the bottom, his hand coming down onto the rump with a loud slap as he unloaded. The bottom whimpered as his seed sprayed against the ground, the volume meer inches from Lucas’s face. Inhaling deeply, Lucas could smell the scent of their mating, bring his member almost to a full erection once again. Darut grinned knowingly, rubbing his digit against Lucas’s as his eye raised as if to suggest a continuation.

Before the two could simmer a bit more, Darut felt something poke his own rump before entering him roughly. Shouting out as he was taken, the warrior looked over his shoulder to see the Shaman with a sinister smirk across his face as he began to pull back out before pushing in with a grunt.

Lucas watched from below, the view of the two males starting up once again a delicious sight as he felt his heart begin to slow, but his member throb achingly against his chest. Darut leaned forward, his massive body overshadowing Lucas’s once again, but his face a shade of red as he was beginning to be rutted just like how Lucas was. Leaning over the warrior’s back, the Shaman looked at Lucas and said, “Enjoy the show, human, but know that the night is young.”

Lucas could not help, but feel a lustful desire begin to stir within him once again. He had forgotten about the past for that would only bring wishful thinking. He could only live and let live, and bask in the pleasures that the night had in store for him.

Looking over, Lucas watched with unashamed interest as the younger minotaur pulled himself out of the bottom, a gasp leaving from the official’s mouth. The climax dribbled down the bottom’s hole, dripping over his orbs before falling onto the ground below. The well-muscled, and well-used official looked over at Lucas with a needy look in his eyes, and his mouth formed into a smile when Lucas’s eyes connected with his own. He raised his hand, and beckoned the human over with his index finger.

Live and let live, indeed.