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A deep, moaning voice echoed through the halls of the maze. “Ha- harder, please!" Boros, the minotaur, groaned into one of the pillows on his bed.

Sigmund straddled Boros's right leg, with the left thrown over his shoulder as he hugged the wide thigh to his chest and slammed his throbbing cock deep into the quivering minotaur's asshole. He grunted in satisfaction as each hilting thrust caused a spurt of precum to fly from the tip of Boros's enormous erection, which lay across his belly.

“Like this?" the human said, leaning forward for better leverage as he angled the tip of his cock toward the moaning minotaur's gland and thrust home again. He grinned as Boros gasped from the sudden jab into his prostate.

“Th-there! Keep going, just like that, soldier!" Boros growled as he pushed his hips back as best he could with the human's weight on his leg.

“Yes, sir!" Sigmund huffed, sweat dripping down his hairy chest as he licked Boros's thigh and pounded that needy hole. Boros panted, gasping breaths as the skin on his chest flushed from the building pleasure in his loins. His horse-like erection dripped precum onto the bed next to him with each thrust Sigmund gave against his prostate.

“I-I'm so close!" Boros whined, rubbing his abs and chest with his free hand as he resisted the urge to touch his cock. He pinched one of his nipples in between a thumb and forefinger as Sigmund's thrusts increased, the human's sack slapping wetly against his right thigh.

The soldier dragged his tongue up the inside of the minotaur's left thigh as he felt his own orgasm swiftly approaching. “Me too," he groaned, reaching forward to grip one of Boros's abs as his cock slammed into the bull-man's hole. Boros lifted his head from the pillow, bellowing a mighty roar as the jab sent him over the edge, and his girthy penis erupted thick minotaur semen over the side of the bed without being touched. His anal muscles spasmed and clenched around Sigmund's cock, and the human hissed through his teeth as that eager asshole pulled a shuddering, intense orgasm from his loins. His shaft pulsed and throbbed, firing his essence deep inside of his monstrous lover as his balls twitched against the minotaur's thigh. Boros groaned as his climax finally ebbed to a trickle, chest heaving from exertion. Sigmund gently lowered the minotaur's leg from his shoulder and flopped onto Boros's belly, gently nuzzling his lover's wide chest as they both basked in the afterglow.

“Intense, as always, Sir," Sigmund said in between gasps, dragging his tongue along the minotaur's coarse chest hair. Boros snorted through his nose as he tried to slow his heaving breaths, wrapping a thick arm around Sigmund's torso. The air around them was suffused with the heady scent of Boros's musk, like natural leather underneath smoky cherry wood. The two lay silent for several moments, each enjoying the feel of the other against his bare body as their shafts softened. It had been six months since their first meeting, and in that time, Sigmund had returned to the temple with each new moon. He couldn't deny his love for the big brute of the maze, his kingdom's protector. There was much he still did not know about the massive mountain of minotaur under him, but what Boros had shared with him thus far was enough to convince Sigmund that the old bull had a good heart underneath all of that muscle and hide.

Boros shifted, propping up his head with his free hand, and sighed with contentment. Meeting Sigmund had been a welcome reprieve from the doldrums of nearly one hundred and fifty years of solitude. Although the soldier brought with him sad memories from the last time he had let himself fall in love with a human, that warm feeling remained. For all his physical strength, Boros could not stop the eager thumping of his heart and the swell of happiness whenever Sigmund returned.

“Have you given some thought to what I suggested last time?" Sigmund asked, breaking the silence between them.

Boros moved his rough fingers down Sigmund's back to rest at the smaller human's hip. “Sig, I can't simply show my face at the capital as if I'm human. You told me yourself that, to the people outside, I'm a monster to be feared and appeased."

“Yes, but wouldn't you rather be revered and loved?" Sigmund replied. “You have kept this kingdom safe for so many years. The people should know the truth of it."

Boros frowned. “Even I would be unable to stop a mob of humans whipped up into a frenzy of fear."

Sigmund slid off of his minotaur lover and onto the bed next to him. “But aren't you lonely in here? Wouldn't you at least want to have the choice to leave if you desired?"

Boros chuckled and rolled onto his side to face the soldier, running a thick finger down Sigmund's chest. “You sound very much like King Johan Taros the Second right now," he said with a wide smile.

“I just want you to be happy," Sigmund replied, rubbing the minotaur's forearm softly.

“Every time I see you, I'm happy."

Sigmund blushed at that. In truth, he wanted to be able to roam the kingdom with Boros by his side. He wanted the people to appreciate the man who was protecting them, just as he did. Well… perhaps not exactly as he did; Sigmund would be jealous if Boros earned too many lovers.

The two spoke little as they bathed together, and cleaned up the large puddle of minotaur semen on the bedroom floor. The smell of it was still intoxicating, and Sigmund struggled to keep his composure while mopping it from the stones. His erection returned, throbbing and hard at the lusty scent of Boros's cum, and he glanced at his minotaur companion, relieved that the sexual fluids had the same effect on the mountainous bull-man. Boros had scooped some of the spilled cum into small jars similar to the ones he used for alchemy and set them aside on the shelf among the other herbs and reagents. Sigmund wondered if he would have been able to resist licking the minotaur semen off of the floor like a dog if he had not already become so accustomed to the scent from his many trysts with Boros over the previous six months. Though, he imagined that if he did make a move to taste the spilled cum, Boros would stop him. The minotaur was adamant that Sigmund never ingest his semen and Sigmund had been curious about it since their first meeting.

“Boros," he said as they finished wiping the last of the puddle from the floor. “I've been meaning to ask, why do you insist that I not taste your essence?"

The large minotaur stood upright, stiff penis jutting from his crotch and dripping precum from the scent all around them. “Simply put, it has a strange effect on humans," the bull-man said flatly. “I do not wish to see another man I love-" Boros's voice hitched and he swallowed in a dry throat.

“I understand," Sigmund said as he approached his bovine lover and kissed his bicep tenderly. There were stories about King Taros the Second going mad towards the end of his life, but most people didn't believe them. Perhaps… no. Sigmund decided not to speculate or press the matter further. He hated to see Boros sad or upset so instead, he wrapped his arms around the large bovine.

“Thank you," Boros said. “It's… it's almost midday. You should be leaving soon if you want to make it back to the capital before dark."

Sigmund clung to the minotaur's waist, gently rubbing his face against Boros's pudgy belly. Boros lifted the soldier's chin with a thick finger and bent at the hip, pressing his bull-ish lips to Sigmund's own and firmly pushing his warm tongue between them. Sigmund moaned into the passionate, sensual kiss. His naked erection throbbing against Boros's furry thigh. Their tongues writhed against one another for what seemed an eternity to Sigmund, their breath and spit mingling together in the hungry embrace. When the kiss eventually, reluctantly broke, both were left panting with lust and desire.

“I-I always seem to leave hornier than I arrived," Sigmund said with a chuckle.

Boros blushed and gave the human's shaft a firm stroke. “Such is the way of things when you fall in love with a minotaur," he said, voice deepened from lust. “But honestly, we mustn't tarry overlong."

Sigmund nodded and slowly began to gather his equipment, donning his clothes and armor with practiced ease. Boros remained naked. He had taken to lounging about nude even when Sigmund wasn't present. As Sigmund slung his travel pack over his shoulder, he turned and smiled at his bovine lover and Boros clopped closer to give his man a farewell kiss on the forehead.

“Travel safe, my little soldier," Boros said.

“Always, Sir!" Sigmund said, giving the Taros Legion salute.

He turned and walked away from the warm glow of Boros's living quarters into the darkness of the temple maze. Boros's words to him after their first meeting rang in his head, a reminder of how to safely traverse the labyrinth. “Proceed straight ahead with confidence in your step. The labyrinth will yield to your conviction and pure soul." Sigmund still did not understand how, but true to the bovine's words, the labyrinth walls seemed to shift around him as he walked through the darkness. He never turned a single corner on his way out of the maze and soon the ever-burning torches flanking the entrance of the temple warmed Sigmund's face as he emerged into the noonday sun.

Boros turned away as Sigmund left, hooves clopping on the stone floor as he returned to his alchemy desk and took one of the jars of his semen from it. He uncorked the bottle and dipped his finger into the viscous liquid, drawing an arcane symbol on the surface of his desk with the potent cum. His nostrils flared at the scent and his erection throbbed as he drew lines on his own chest with the slick fluid. He replaced the cork in the bottle and sprinkled the symbol on the desk with dried, crushed lavender from another bottle. He placed his palm in the center of the symbol and inhaled a deep breath.

“Yperaspisteíte kai prostatéfste," Boros intoned, clenching his teeth as the rune glowed bright blue and natural magic coursed up his arm and into his veins and nerves. The powerful energy bristled his fur as it traveled through him and down into the stones below his hooves. Blue light illuminated the room for a brief moment as Boros shuddered from the discomfort of being the ritual's conduit. “I'm sorry, Sig," he said with a heavy sigh. “Though I would like to explore the outside world with you, I cannot leave my home. My prison."

***

Crimson clouds streaked the western sky as Sigmund reached the gates of the capital. By this time of the evening, the entrance to the city was all but deserted. The large stone walls of Taros City stood firm, showing little sign of their age, and the two guards flanking the gate gave Sigmund the Legion salute when his horse drew close enough for them to recognize. He passed through the gate and into the city proper, slowing his steed to a trot once he reached the city streets. Normally, he would have gone straight to the barracks to rest, but curiosity about King Taros the Second's reign had been nagging at his mind for the entire ride home. Sigmund made his way through the capital to the Royal Library.

Most of the buildings in the capital were squat, one or two-story structures with slate shingle roofs, but above them the Royal Library loomed tall, a brooding bird of prey whose flying buttresses and precipitous roof seemed to stab the very sky itself. The hill on which Taros Castle had been built was the only reason its stone parapets stood taller than the Royal Library. Even the church on the eastern side of the city was dwarfed by the vast, imposing testament to Taros the First's desire for preserving knowledge. Sigmund hitched his horse outside of the library and marched up the steps to the large oak doors. It was well past closing time for the public, but Sigmund pounded on the door anyway. A few moments of silence passed, and he had just raised his fist to knock again when the door opened a crack and the wrinkled, bearded face of the head librarian peeked through. He was a thin man, probably in his late 60s by Sigmund's guess, with white hair and small spectacles that rested on the bridge of his nose. From what Sigmund could see, he was dressed in a green tunic with elegant silver embroidery at the collar and hem. An expensive-looking leather belt wrapped his waist, adding to the old man's dignified air.

“What can I do for you, Officer?" The librarian said, noticing Sigmund's ranking insignia on his breastplate.

“Might I step inside? I would like to find some information about King Taros the Second."

“Is this an official investigation?" The librarian asked.

Sigmund hesitated. “N-no, sir. Just a mere curiosity I have about the end of his reign."

The librarian narrowed his eyes, studying Sigmund's face. “What is your name, boy?"

“Uh…" Sigmund was caught off guard by the sudden question. “Sigmund," he said. “No surname… I had no father."

The librarian nodded. “I remember you." The old man pushed the door open wider. “Come inside and talk with me a while. I think I can help you find what you're looking for, Sigmund No Surname."

The door opened just enough for Sigmund to slip through, and the old librarian closed it tightly behind him. In the cavernous interior of the library, the librarian's lantern light gave way quickly to looming darkness. Only covered lanterns were permitted within the building, and leaving a lit one unattended was a capital offense. The old man led Sigmund deeper into the darkened building through the first few rows of bookshelves and nostalgia swept over the soldier like an ocean wave at the musty smell. He had often played in the library as a child when his mother was working at the tannery, and he had a vague memory of the librarian watching over him and other children.

“I'm sorry," Sigmund said as they moved through the shelves. “I don't recall your name."

“Vernon," the librarian replied. “Vernon Riley. Your legion training has kept you away I take it? You used to love books."

“I still read on occasion," Sigmund said. “I realize I never properly thanked you for watching over me all those years ago."

“Think nothing of it." They stopped at a small door at the back of the library and Vernon struggled to pull it open. Sigmund gripped the handle with him and the two wrenched it ajar with the grinding sound of wood slowly sliding over stone. Vernon beckoned him through and down a set of compact spiral stairs. Both men had to stoop to descend and Sigmund's armor barely fit between the narrow walls.

“Where are we going?" the soldier asked after several moments of descending.

“The basement stacks," Vernon said flatly. “It's where the historical documents are stored. I can trust you in the restricted sections, yes?"

“Of course," Sigmund replied as he turned sideways to pass through a particularly narrow section of the staircase.

“Good. I had a feeling you would return. Every No Surname eventually becomes curious about their sire."

“Not really," Sigmund said. “Who he was doesn't matter all that much to me."

Vernon chuckled. “Fair enough, I suppose that knowledge wouldn't affect who you are now."

Finally, the stairs ended and opened up into a vast basement. The smell of old parchment was stronger here, and Sigmund basked in the scent. He was reminded of less complicated times, before his mother's death, before he joined the Legion. Well, at least becoming a soldier had allowed him to meet Boros. He followed Vernon to the center of the stacks on the right side, and the old librarian gestured to a wide shelf filled with scrolls and tomes.

“Here we are. The records of King Liam Taros the Second."

Sigmund stood, mouth agape at the sheer number of documents before him. “Um… where do I start? I came for information about the origin of the tribute ceremony."

“Ah. Still coming to terms with being the only survivor of last year's pilgrimage are you?" Vernon sighed.

“Yes, I suppose so." Sigmund couldn't possibly tell this man the truth. Who would believe a story so outlandish anyway?

Vernon ran his fingers through his beard once more as his eyes ran over the shelves around them.

“What are you interested in specifically?" he asked. “The reason for the pilgrimage? Or how Liam Taros discovered the minotaur perhaps? Or how he brought the beast to heel?" Sigmund stared at the old librarian in disbelief and when he didn't respond, the corners of Vernon's mouth turned upward in a soft smile. “You must have at least met the 'monster' of the cave temple last year."

“Uh…" Sigmund's words caught in his throat, his thoughts spinning in his mind like a hurricane as he tried to formulate the appropriate answer without giving too much away.

“I envy you," Vernon continued. “I've always wanted to see Boros with my own eyes. I've only ever read about him in these records."

“Do you- Do you think the people would fear him?" Sigmund asked. “If he came to the capital I mean."

Vernon shrugged as he pulled a hefty, leather bound book from the shelf. “Whether they would or not is rather a moot point. Boros can't leave the temple." The old man handed the book to Sigmund and the soldier took it. There was no title on the binding and the worn leather was cracked from age.

“What do you mean?" Sigmund asked.

“It's all in there, but if he leaves the cave, the protective enchantment will break and you know what that would mean for our kingdom."

“Destruction most likely," Sigmund sighed.

“That's what the tradition says," Vernon nodded. “But why don't you take that book with you and give it a read. Maybe you'll find the answers you're looking for." The old librarian stepped aside and motioned for Sigmund to pass him. “We shouldn't tarry too long down here. The dust is hard on the lungs."

The two men made their way back up the narrow spiral staircase and Vernon gave Sigmund a protective wrapping for the book before ushering him out of the large, wooden doors of the library. Sigmund untied his horse and walked the steed to the barracks stables near Castle Hill. His soldier's cot was a welcome sight after the long ride back to the capital, and Vernon's words swam through Sigmund's head as he doffed his armor and undressed. So, Boros would never be able to explore the kingdom with him. It was a sad thought, but perhaps Sigmund was being too selfish. Even if the book provided no further insight, Sigmund would return to his bovine lover in a month's time anyway. Perhaps he would come to a decision by then. As he lay in his cot under the warm, wool blanket, staring up at the ceiling, sleep eventually took him into its black embrace.

***

Nearly a month later, Sigmund stood in the legion commander's office in civilian clothes.

“You're tending your resignation then?" Commander Bertram, a heavyset man with brown eyes and a strong jaw, said from behind a large oakwood desk. The Taros Legion and Kingdom flags flanked the Commander's seat just behind him, and an impressive suit of ornamental armor stood against the wall nearby, a halberd in hand. The opposite wall held shelves with various weapons, as well as a few books on military strategy.

Sigmund rubbed one of his boots on the fine rug beneath his feet in embarrassment. “Yes, sir."

“I'm surprised you volunteered for the role, Sigmund. Never pegged you for a diplomat, but the crown can't exactly ignore a request from the kingdom's protector, and from what I hear, there were no others who stepped forward."

“To be honest, sir, I'm not much of a soldier and ever since the pilgrimage last year-"

Bertram held up his hand to silence Sigmund. “You don't need to justify your decision to me. The kingdom needs to keep its protector happy, right? That's the only reason you need in my opinion."

Sigmund hesitated as he contemplated saying anything more. “Yes, sir. Right."

“Well, very good, then Sigmund. It's been an honor having you in the service. You're dismissed."

“Thank you, sir," Sigmund replied. He and Bertram barely knew each other, and the commander would have little reason to be “honored" by Sigmund's mediocre performance in the Legion. Still, the words were nice to hear even if they were merely a formality. The former soldier turned on his heel and marched out of the office.

The rest of Sigmund's morning was spent packing up his room at the barracks. Luckily he didn't have much to his name and it easily fit into his horse's saddlebags. He was grateful that the Legion let him keep his armor and sword even after his resignation, but leaving the barracks for the final time was still bittersweet. Nathaniel, his former lover in the Legion, hadn't even made the effort to say goodbye. Still, Sigmund did have a lot of good memories in the service.

Outside the stables, he stepped up onto the stirrup of his saddle and swung his leg over the back of his horse. The stablemaster gave him a legion salute and Sigmund had to remind himself to return it. He was still in shock from hearing the royal proclamation requesting an ambassador to the cave temple. He imagined Boros's missive must have sent the royal household into a frenzy when it arrived, and Sigmund couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. He left the Taros capital behind, determined to do his best in his new position.

On the way to Boros's cave, he stopped to gather some herbs for the old bull's alchemy. The book from the Royal Library documented everything that Boros had requested when the pilgrimage tradition began, and among those was a list of useful plants and their meanings. It took some effort, but with the book as a guide, Sigmund picked some purple columbine, sage, and red camellia. He hoped Boros would understand his meaning when he delivered the flowers to him and Sigmund's heart skipped a beat as he thought of how much more time he would be spending with the handsome bovine.

He reached the temple just as the sun was setting, painting the sky in brilliant orange and pink. Sigmund dropped off of his horse and guided him into the cave entrance, softly rubbing the stallion's neck to soothe him as they made their way through the darkness. As before, the maze yielded around them, and eventually they reached the entrance to Boros's chambers.

“Sigmund?" came the voice from beyond the torchlit columns. Boros's hooves clopped against the stone as he moved to the entrance and waved the human inside. “I didn't expect you this early."

Sigmund smiled as he tied his horse to one of the columns. “May I present, your royal ambassador," he said, bowing low.

A hint of a smile flashed on Boros's muzzle before he replied, “Who? The horse?"

Sigmund scoffed as he stroked the stallion's withers. “His name is Henry, thank you very much." He pulled the herbs and book from one of the saddlebags and approached the large minotaur in the doorway.

Boros bent at the hip to tenderly kiss his human lover on the forehead. “I must admit this is a surprise. I gave some thought to what you said a month ago and sent the request as a token of goodwill. How did you manage to step into this role?"

Sigmund shrugged with a sigh. “Frankly, none of the kingdom's diplomats wanted the position, so King Taros the Fourth sent out a call for volunteers. I… admit that I jumped at the chance." He offered the plants to the minotaur before him. “I hope these herbs will explain my intention better than words can."

Boros gently took the herbs from his lover and wrapped his other arm over Sigmund's shoulder as he brought him inside to the alchemy table. “Let's see," he said, laying them out before him. “Sage for wisdom and immortality. Columbine, which normally means foolishness, but you've chosen purple, which is a sign of resolution. And red camellia for the fire in your heart."

Sigmund nodded, smiling up at the minotaur from under his arm. “That's not all. I brought a historical record of the pilgrimage ritual." Sigmund opened the book and flipped through it until a section near the very end, placing it on the table next to the herbs.

Boros gazed at the page as if mesmerized by the diagrams and charts. He gasped softly in understanding. “Liam… my love, you never gave up on us. Even until the very end."

Sigmund gazed up at the minotaur's face and frowned at the water forming in his eyes. “I'm sorry," he said. “I didn't mean to make you sad."

“No, no, these are happy tears." Boros replied, wiping them from his cheeks as he turned to face the human next to him and dropped to one knee and took his new ambassador's hand in his. “My dear Sigmund, I happily accept your gift of love. Would you take this old bull to be yours for the rest of our days?"

Sigmund's eyes grew wide and he swallowed in a dry throat. “Uh… D-don't you usually need a ring for this?"

“I plan to forge two for us if your answer is yes," Boros replied.

“Of course my answer is yes, you silly bovine! Why else would I bring everything I own to live-?"

Boros silenced his human lover with a kiss. Their tongues rolled around one another and Sigmund forgot what he had been meaning to say. Boros's rough hands gently unbuckled his belt and let it fall away, breaking the kiss only to pull off Sigmund's tunic so their bare chests could press tightly together as Boros lifted his smaller lover into his arms and carried him to the bed nearby. Lips parted and their breath hung in the air between them in heated gasps as they looked deep into each others' eyes.

“Wait here, my love," Boros said. “King Liam Taros the Second has left us an exquisite gift: an elixir that will make you immune to the addictive nature of my essence, and you have brought exactly what we need to create it."

The minotaur returned to the alchemy table and ground up the plants that Sigmund had brought. Sigmund watched, puzzled as he shucked his pants, reclining back on the pillows as he watched his husband-to-be work his alchemical magic. Before long, Boros returned to the bedside, grasping two small glass vials filled with viscous, magenta colored liquid. The scent of minotaur semen was unmistakable, even masked behind the crushed flowers and spices.

Sigmund's breath hitched in his throat. “A-are you sure this will work?"

“My magic makes sure it will. Liam's theory was sound, but he lacked the magical ability to finish the elixir. These two vials will link our souls and bind us closer than mere jewelry ever could. My life with Liam is in the past, and I'm ready to begin a new life and a new love with you." Boros smiled warmly, a soft snort of affection escaping his snout as he nudged Sigmund's shoulder with his nose. “With this, we can enjoy carnal pleasures without fear, Sig, but I need to hear you say with your own words that you are ready for this."

Sigmund took one of the vials in hand. “I trust you," he said. “However, I did not choose to be your ambassador and to live with you because of the pleasures of the flesh alone." He lifted a hand to the side of Boros's face and the minotaur held it there. “I love you, Boros Daimondhoof. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

“Are you certain? Living with a minotaur would be quite a commitment. I cannot leave this temple, you know."

“I know. I've had a month to think it over and I'm ready to live here with you until the end of our days."

“I love you also, Sigmund," Boros said as he raised the vial in his hand to Sigmund's lips. Sigmund placed his vial against Boros's mouth in kind and the two upturned each potion. The slick fluid washed over their tongues and the savory taste backed by sage mixed with floral scents sent a shockwave of bliss up Sigmund's spine. He shuddered as Boros's tender embrace cradled him and the mountainous minotaur climbed up onto the bed. He began rubbing Sigmund's hairy torso and pudgy belly while the initial feeling of the elixir's magic faded and Sigmund relaxed into the soft fur blankets. A pleasant, haze washed over him as though he were floating in a warm pool, being caressed by gentle waves. They held each other for a long while and Sigmund basked in the heat of his lover's embrace as they both gave gentle gasps and sighs from the residual pleasure of the potent potion.

Eventually, Sigmund noticed that their chests rose and fell in unison and he briefly found it difficult to discern which fingers were his as they entwined with Boros's own.

“Wh-what?" Sigmund said, breathless as Boros ran his free hand up his own torso from navel to chest and Sigmund felt it, shivering from the unusual sensation. He experimentally pinched his own nipple and Boros arched his back with a gasp of bliss. The minotaur's shaft stiffened quickly, rising up between his legs as Sigmund clenched his teeth from their shared sensations and tweaked the fleshy nub harder.

“S-Sig!" Boros groaned as he rolled onto his side, pulled the human closer to his chest. Sigmund blushed and stared at his lover's thick penis throbbing against his belly. The sensation of being held and holding himself overtook his mind and both human and minotaur moaned softly as their lips connected. A hungry kiss followed with tongues being sucked and writhing against one another and rubbing on teeth. It no longer mattered who owned which oral muscle as both human and minotaur gave in to the exquisite rapture of the connection.

Both of their cocks throbbed, pulsing in time with their heartbeats, and Boros gasped as he abruptly broke the kiss. “Please, Sigmund, I need you inside of me," the minotaur grunted, pulling away from the smaller human and resting his head on his folded arms with his wide rump lifted high. His bovine tail flicked back and forth lazily above it expectantly.

Sigmund was still slightly stunned by the fact that he could feel everything Boros felt and it took him a moment to respond. “We- We'll ruin the sheets," he said.

Boros snorted and got off of the bed, bringing a pillow with him as he assumed the same position on the stone floor with the pillow under his arms. “Come on. Fuck me, little soldier," the mountainous minotaur begged as his erection oozed precum onto the floor.

Sigmund's heart beat faster from his lover's words and he got up off of the bed. He gripped Boros's cock with one hand and held his other under the flared head as he squeezed it. Both of them groaned as the grip dropped a hefty dollop of precum into Sigmund's hand. He slathered it over his own turgid cock, bringing his sticky fingers to his lips to lick the salty, savory fluid from each digit as he moved behind Boros's furry ass. The human slid his slick shaft through the fuzzy mounds and against the minotaur's clenching entrance, hissing in pleasure as he felt pressure against his own asshole while his lubed cock pushed inside. It was as if he was being fucked at the same time. Both lovers moaned in unison when human hips met bull's and their balls swayed gently against each other. Sigmund placed his hands at the base of Boros's tail and firmly rubbed them up the minotaur's back, feeling every touch on his own as he began to thrust.

Boros felt his own anus clenching and rippling around his shaft and he panted, chest heaving with every breathy moan drawn out by his smaller lover's movements. He pushed back into Sigmund's hips each time they pressed to his, and both lovers shuddered in unison. Boros's heavy sack was already drawn up tight to his groin after only a few thrusts and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. As if in response to his thought, Sigmund gripped the base of his tail and hilted as deep as he could.

“Boros, I can't hold back against this," Sigmund said, breathless as he pulled back and thrust inside once more, his own shaft throbbing against his prostate through the empathic link between them. “I'm going to cum!"

Boros's muscles tensed as he felt his lovers impending climax alongside his. Both of them peaked at once and the spring wound tight in bliss bubbled over into a torrent of rushing ecstasy like waves crashing over them both. The minotaur let out a breathy, shuddering moan as his shaft jumped against his belly, firing ropes of potent minotaur cum against his chest, the pillow under his arms, and over the floor beneath him. His asshole clamped down on Sigmund's erection, practically pulling the human's semen from his twitching nuts as he also erupted deep within his minotaur lover. He pushed his hips against Boros's fuzzy rump, grinding his cock into the bull's anal walls as he rode out the rapturous tidal wave, collapsing against the minotaur's backside when the reverberating sensations finally began to dwindle.

“F-fuck…" Sigmund grunted, panting hotly against his bovine lover's back for several moments. He then slowly pulled out and stroked his still hard erection while Boros gently fell to the right, rolling over onto the floor on his back. Sigmund noticed Boros's cock still stood tall and firm as well, oozing white down the side as the minotaur snorted a deep breath. He dipped a hand in the puddle of cum on the floor. The bull's masculine, leathery and cherrywood scent permeated the room around him and Sigmund rubbed it into his chest and belly, stroking his cock with the minotaur's cum. It electrified his nerves and he watched Boros squirm under similar sensations through their empathic link. Sigmund dipped his hand through the ropes of semen again and lifted it toward his mouth, watching Boros out of the corner of his eye for confirmation. When the bull-man nodded and scooped some up himself to lick, Sigmund rubbed the viscous fluid onto his tongue to finally taste his husband's essence.

Savory, slightly sweet with a hint of salt, it was delicious and it sent a wave of relaxation through the human's body as he approached the prone minotaur on the floor. Boros beckoned him up to his head and gestured to Sigmund's ass before wiggling his fingers. The human grinned, carefully positioning himself above Boros's chest and letting the bull's cum-slickened, thick digits invade his anus. Boros drove deep, circling Sigmund's muscled ring and groaning as he felt the same sensations in his own. He held Sigmund's thighs, propping him up as the base of his middle and index fingers slowly stretched out the human's asshole, and he wriggled them from side to side, gently flicking his lover's prostate. The ambassador gasped and moaned, panting hotly as his bovine husband loosened his hole. As he stared at Boros's twitching erection he could only think, 'God, I want that inside of me.'

After several minutes of deep fingering, Boros finally slid his digits free and Sigmund stood on shaky legs with a hole that felt surprisingly empty. The minotaur scooped up some more of his cum and rubbed it on his equine-like cock, gently stroking the head and squeezing his medial ring as his husband positioned his loosened anus above it. Sigmund gazed into his lover's bovine eyes as the flared head pressed against him and then sank inside, satisfying his need to be filled. Both of them lifted their heads as pleasure bloomed within and Sigmund sank lower. His cock spurted precum onto Boros's belly and the enormous shaft within him throbbed with every involuntary clench of his hole.

“That's it, soldier," Boros huffed. “Ride that thick cock."

“Yes, sir!" Sigmund moaned as he gently began lifting and dropping his hips with steady rhythm. Boros's flared cockhead pushed up inside of him deeper than any human shaft had before, and Sigmund's legs quickly became shaky as the throbbing length claimed more and more space within him. Boros gripped his lover's hips to guide him and began to lift his own each time Sigmund lowered himself. The bull-man's medial ring bumped against his asshole, forcing a gasp from the human's lips. Boros's cock pushed deeper on the next drop, medial ring breaching Sigmund's anus as the flared head nudged up against the first curve in Sigmund's gut.

For Boros, it felt like a much larger cock had slid into him. His hole clenched instinctively as the link they shared put immense pressure on his prostate. “Sig, I'm so deep inside of you! Ah!" Boros said as his cock flared, and he gasped in tandem with his human lover from the depth of it. Sigmund pushed himself back up the shaft, clenching his teeth as the medial ring popped free. He placed a hand on his belly, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when the minotaur's flaring cockhead pressed against his prostate with each pulsing throb. He panted, legs shaking as he lowered himself back down faster this time and Boros held his hips to make sure he didn't fall.

“Oh yes, Boros!" Sigmund moaned as the minotaur's cock went even deeper before he pulled himself back up. “Please fuck me, Sir!"

“As you wish, my little soldier," Boros said through teeth clenched from pleasure. He moved his hands under Sigmund's thighs and lifted the human's feet off of the ground. Sigmund gripped Boros's knees behind him to keep himself steady as the bull-man began lowering and lifting him in a steady rhythm, snorting through his nose as he felt his own cock deep in his guts with each thrust. Sigmund's anus twitched around the minotaur's thick shaft, clenching each time the medial ring tugged at it from within and spread it open on the way back in. He shuddered and moaned, whimpering as his lover's massive erection claimed more and more space within him. His nerve endings were on fire with bliss, but he held back the impending orgasm he felt building in his loins. He wanted these moments to last as long as possible. Sigmund abruptly felt his ass touch Boros's belly and his grip tensed on the minotaur's knees. The bull-man panted heavily, sweat dripping down his neck and arms as he carefully released his human lover and let gravity pull the last few inches of his shaft inside of Sigmund's spasming hole.

“B-Boros-!" Sigmund moaned, the girthy bull cock inside of him pulsing with increased urgency.

“I can't… hold back, Sig!" Boros gasped, raising his snout upward as he thrust his hips upward and thick, potent ropes of his semen painted Sigmund's deepest insides white.

Sigmund arched his back and fired his own load over Boros's belly, the euphoric pleasure of the dual orgasms felt through their link forcing his eyes to roll up in his head as he rode the waves of shuddering climax. His belly bulged outward from the amount of intoxicating minotaur essence Boros pumped into him, and his tongue lolled from his mouth while he rubbed his gut in euphoric bliss. Boros writhed under his human, snorting and huffing in clenching orgasm as he emptied his balls deep inside the smaller male. He shared Sigmund's sensations and he couldn't stop the loud moan of ecstasy as he felt his gut filling with hot seed, thrusting his hips throughout the powerful climax. They lay there panting and sweaty in rapturous harmony for several minutes after Boros's cock stopped oozing cum. Sigmund could still feel his minotaur's length throbbing weakly inside of him even as it began to shrink. He looked into Boros's eyes and leaned forward to rub the bull-man's heaving pecs.

“Thank you, Sir," Sigmund said with a wide smile.

“My pleasure, little man," Boros replied. “Let's get you cleaned up." He carefully lifted Sigmund from his shaft and stood up as his cum seeped from the smaller male's entrance. Sigmund blushed as Boros cradled him and carried him to the ceramic wash basin that sat above the floor on four ornate, metal legs. He sighed as he reclined in the tub and waited for the hot water that would cleanse his sweaty flesh. After the first pot of water, Sigmund closed his eyes, basking in the heat and afterglow of their passionate sex.

***

Sigmund awoke with a start as a metallic clang rang out from several rooms away, deeper into Boros's chambers. The water he rested in was still warm and smelled of pleasant floral scents. Whatever aches and pains he might have had after taking such a massive cock were nowhere to be felt, and he absentmindedly rubbed his belly that had been so full of his bovine lover's semen. Sigmund didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he noticed a robe and towel had been placed nearby for him when he finished bathing. As he carefully climbed out of the tub and dried himself, he noticed a glowing light beneath the basin. He lowered himself to hands and knees to look under the tub and saw a fiery ember flickering all on its own. Sigmund had never seen anything like it: fire that burned with no fuel. The repetitive noise continued as Sigmund stood and wrapped the robe around his frame. The material was far softer than wool- silk perhaps? He curiously followed the sound through Boros's dwelling until he arrived at what looked like a blacksmith's forge. He leaned against the stone arch that served as the entrance while he watched, and his heart fluttered at the scent of a bovine hard at work.

Sweat glistened and rolled down Boros's aproned torso each time he raised the hammer, and each time the hammer struck heated metal, sparks erupted around him and illuminated his slick muscles. Clang! The minotaur huffed in exertion, his musk mixed with a scent of coal and woodsmoke that surrounded the forge, and his thick torso flexed as he raised the hammer again. Clang! Sigmund couldn't see what was on the anvil from where he stood, but he knew enough to not approach a blacksmith while they were working hot metal. Clang! Sigmund was mesmerized watching his minotaur lover use his otherworldly strength in full. Clang! It was subtle, but as Sigmund watched, he realized that Boros's other hand had been doing something to the metal in between strikes. The minotaur wasn't holding it with normal smithing tongs; instead, his other hand would make brief, almost imperceptible gestures when the hammer was raised high. Clang! Boros turned to grab a pair of tongs resting nearby and noticed the smaller male standing in the archway.

“Oh, Sig!" Boros said. “Perfect timing. Come in, come in!" He lifted the heated pieces he had been striking off of the anvil, and Sigmund could see that they were rings, just like Boros had promised, but something was off about them that he couldn't quite discern from so far away. Boros dipped them in water and a loud hiss filled the room for a brief moment while Sigmund approached. The intoxicating scent of minotaur musk assaulted his senses and sent his heart thumping in his chest with desire.

“Our wedding rings?" Sigmund asked.

“Indeed. How are you feeling?" Boros replied, lifting the apron from his naked shoulders. “Well rested I hope?"

“I feel fine. Better than fine actually. I-" He stopped as he realized that he hadn't felt the heat from the forge that Boros had felt. “Wait, I can't feel you any longer…"

Boros nodded. “As it should be. Sharing sensations on a permanent basis would be rather taxing I imagine. But it was certainly a thrill I shant soon forget. But you aren't experiencing headaches or shaking? No upset stomach or insatiable hunger?"

Sigmund chuckled. “Well I still find you irresistible, but not in that sense."

Boros couldn't hide his ecstatic grin as he stepped forward and lifted Sigmund into a sweaty, minotaur scented embrace. “Delighted to hear it!" He bellowed. “Now, let's fit these rings and affirm our commitment to one another!"

Sigmund kissed his minotaur on the nose as Boros gently lowered him to the floor. “Life with you is already better than I imagined, so ring me, Sir."

“No, no, Sig. I am not your commanding officer in this. We are equal partners as is Minotaur tradition." Boros said as he retrieved the rings from the water.

Sigmund nodded and then stared at the rings, perplexed. “Um… both of those are way too large for my finger."

Boros grinned. “Minotaur culture is different than that of humans. Minotaurs wear their avowed rings here." The large bovine gestured to the base of his thick cock.

“M-metal around my…" Sigmund stammered. “But will it hurt?"

“No pain, my love, but it will feel pleasantly snug at all times. A reminder of our constant bond even in non-sexual moments." Boros approached and offered the larger ring to Sigmund. “I will let you affix mine first. Squeeze the ring with thumb and forefinger on each hand, then pull and the magic will release it. Once it is around my shaft and balls, rejoin your fingers together."

Sigmund nodded, staring at the ornate, woven gold in his hands. It was a marvel of smithery to be certain, as intricately beautiful as it was functional; a wonder what Boros's magic was capable of.

“Boros Diamondhoof," Sigmund said. “Do you commit to our bond? Will you live in harmony with me forever, come what may?" He pulled the metal as Boros had instructed and the ring came apart, impossibly stretching open as Sigmund positioned it around Boros's most intimate parts.

“Of course I do and will, Sigmund," Boros said, gasping as the ring sealed closed and his cock throbbed from the sensation of being hugged by the cool metal. He took the smaller ring in his fingers and pulled it apart. “Sigmund: will you promise to walk the maze of life with me for time everlasting? Will you share your burdens and sorrows; your joys and triumphs with me as I will share mine with you?"

“I will, my love. For all time." Sigmund said and he too sucked in a sharp breath as the cool metal kissed his crotch and sealed closed around it. Boros pulled him into a passionate kiss, his large, smooth tongue rolling around the smaller male's own with practiced dexterity. Sigmund was surrounded by the musk of his bovine husband and basked in it, as their ringed shafts jostled against one another in the heated embrace. Within the sensual moment, Sigmund briefly wondered what his first assignment as ambassador would be, but the sensation of Boros's rough hands massaging his body quickly shooed the thought from his mind as he once more lost himself in the minotaur's love.

END