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There exists an old phrase, oft repeated in the lands of Elhiem, ‘Two nations of equal power, will eventually come to blows.’ The phrase speaks of inevitability, and the constant nature of war in the world, how power and the thirst for it will only end in bloodshed. And it was no different hundreds of years ago than it is now. The war that was brewing now was one between the Warband of Nyras the Conqueror and the Dragoncrown Empire. The war started small at first, tiny border skirmishes that went nowhere and resulted in very little bloodshed on both parties’ sides, but it was a vision of what was to come, soon those border skirmishes became bigger and bigger, and it was becoming harder and harder for both sides to ignore: war was upon the horizon it was only a matter of who would fire the first shot or present the first casus belli. And so it came to pass that the Dragoncrown Empire fired the first shot, sending a Legionary contingent to capture the town of Sparin and so the Fourth Dragon Conquest had begun.

For three months now, the fighting had been subdued, really this war had been more or less an extension of the border skirmishes that had started the war, though that would change at any moment and to make sure they had the most up to date (well as up to date as one could get,) information about formations, troop movements etc, armies turned to scouts and rangers. Soldiers trained to brave the harsh wilds and track the movement of entire armies using the means given to them, scent, sight, the very wilderness itself, all of it was of use to these soldiers and to their commanders. Kneeling in the dirt, Seth took in the surrounding sights of all of them. He’d been in this particular part of the wilderness for two weeks now, trying to find out where contingent soldiers were moving, they’d seem to be very adept at covering their tracks, his supplies were running low, and he’d have to return soon. It was then that he noticed a slight change in the foliage nearby. He could hear birds and he saw a few of them flying away. A smile appeared on his face as he crept forward. Then, before he could react, an axe nearly took his head off. Rolling out of the way, he saw who was attacking him. They were a giant minotaur wielding an equally big axe. Steam bellowed from their nose as they gripped their axe tightly by its grips and rushed towards Seth again.

“Shit!” The scout yelped as the axe impacted a nearby tree as he rolled out of the way again, pulling out a crossbow from his side, he fired off two shots from the rotary mechanism each one glancing off the minotaur’s’ armor. Seeing as that strategy would not get him anywhere, he pulled out his short sword and rushed towards the hulking behemoth. Sliding under the axe of the bull he popped up behind them and stabbed at their back, this angered the creature which grabbed him before he could react and chucked him a few feet into the air and right into the bark of a very sturdy tree, which while slowing his fall broke something as he heard the loud SNAP of one of his bones cracking.

“F-FUCK!” Seth yelled in pain as he tried to stand, but his ribs felt like they’d been broken in half, which showed what snapped. His ribs were fractured. The minotaur was now towering over him; he held out his hand in a gesture he hoped would convey he was out and wouldn’t be a danger to them.

“P-Please don’t kill me!” Seth begged. The minotaur looked at him, then socked him in the face, and then blackness. Seth felt lightheaded, like his entire body was weightless. He tried moving, but he couldn't. He felt something holding him down, a tightness all around his body. When he tried to move more his ribs felt like they were on fire, then he remembered he’d gotten floored by a giant bull and thrown into a tree, not something one recovers from overnight. His vision was returning, so that was good. When he got a look around he saw he was One: upside down and tied up. Two: Near a campfire.

“Ugh. Where the fuck am I?” Seth asked no one in particular. His head throbbed and seemed to wreck against his head. He then heard a voice speak up.

“Shut up.” He heard his captor speak. He looked to his side and there was the minotaur who kicked his ass. He tried to break free of his bindings, but couldn’t.

“Don’t even try. I made those ropes to be as tight as possible.” The minotaur said as they looked over Seth, he then noticed they weren’t wearing their armor. He could see every bit of their body without it, and he could see that the minotaur that beat the shit out of him was a woman. He’d never seen a female minotaur before, then again, he’d only seen a minotaur from a distance. Still, she was just as big as the males.

“Are you going to kill me?” Seth asked the minotaur who shook her head, as she went towards the campfire, and grabbed a plate.

“No, if I wanted you dead. You’d be dead. Eat.” She said as she shoved a fork into his face. Seth sniffed the food and sighed he took it in his mouth. It was cooked meat. He chewed the rough cut a few times before swallowing it. He was then given another, which he also ate.

“Good. I’ll need you to not die before I bring you to Commander Mahrges.” The minotaur woman said as she sat down at the fire and ate her meal.

“Well, since I’m not gonna be reporting back to my commander, mind if I get your name? I’ll give you mine.” Seth asked. The minotaur turned to him and narrowed her eyes, but she acquiesced to his request.

“Greko, I’m Greko.” Greko said to him. He nodded and gave her his name. With the pleasantries over, the minotaur went back to eating. Seeing as he would not get any more out of the minotaur he tried to catch some shut eye that wasn’t at the end of a fist. The next morning, he was woken up by being shaken rather violently.

“Wake up! Time to move humans.” The bull woman said as she placed him on his feet. “I’m going to give you some medicine to heal your ribs, while they won’t fix them you should be able to walk.” Greko said as she shoved a vial into his mouth, he couldn’t say anything as the lukewarm liquid surged down his gullet, it was not a pleasant taste, tasting like rotten beef. When it was completely gone, Greko took the vile out of his mouth and Seth let out a coughing fit for a good minute or two. The Minotaur then undid the bindings that held him, but he was still bound at the wrists. The Minotaur then marched him eastward towards his inevitable prison. So, this was to be his fate? To be a POW to a bunch of giant cow people. When he signed up to be a legionnaire, he expected glory in battle, not getting thrown against a tree, having his ribs broken and being captured by a giant minotaur woman. Suffice to say he was vastly disappointed with his experience as a scout. The two marched for a few hours with nothing much for Seth to do to occupy his time besides try to use his scout training to identity the different birds he heard, he recognized quite a few from his training, birds were a great way to identify an area and learning their calls was a good way to signal to other scouts that you were in the area, his scouting group used the Red-breasted Wingtail as a call, to signal to each other they were in the area.

“So, why become a scout and not a frontline warrior?” Seth asked, hoping to break up the monotony of the boring walk with some light conversation. The minotaur looked at him wryly before she spoke up.

“It is what I am good at.” Greko said as she looked ahead of them, making sure the path ahead was clear of anything. Not seeing anything that might pose a threat, she continued their march.

“I can see that. I joined the Legion to see the world, gain glory, and maybe get a nice plot of land after I was finished with my ten years of service.” Seth said, thinking of a future he’d probably now never get to see, thanks to being captured by the enemy. Who knows what they’ll do to him when he reaches the end of this march?

“A noble reason to join.” Greko said as the two continued, then they heard the snapping of a twig, the two were keenly aware of most of the sounds in the area they were in: Forests were noisy places, one had to learn to pick out critical sounds out of the cacophony of them, listening for the rustling in the bushes, or a twig snapping out of place, or the birds suddenly becoming too quiet, all of those to a well-trained scout were signs of something in the distance, whether that something was just a harmless animal or another person was entirely different.

“You hear that?” Greko asked, and Seth nodded. The two were now on edge. The cracking of twigs became louder. The two took several cursory glances around with Greko drawing her weapon, then emerging from the brush an armed foe, several of them in fact. Eyes narrowed, Greko prepared for a fight. The first assailant thrusted a sword at her, which she parried with ease, she wrenched the sword from the person’s hand and brought down her head in a crushing headbutt, she then stepped to the side allowing another attacker’s axe to sail past her she then angled her’s sweeping from under their leg and she brought her axe down upon their chest, caving it in.

Meanwhile, Seth was trying to dodge out of the way of the attacker. They weren’t wearing legion armor, so they were either bandits or some other group. He didn’t have time to find out. The man sliced down and, thinking fast, Seth angled his arms so that his ropes would be cut.

“Thanks, dumb ass.” Seth said as he swept the man’s feet from under him punching him in the face and taking his weapon. He rushed towards the next attacker plunging his newly gained sword past the gaps in their armor, he then turned to Greko who was still fighting the apparent leader of the group of attackers, running towards him he stood side by side with the minotaur the attacker, seeing he was outnumbered and outmatched he threw down his weapons and ran off with his tail literally tucked between his legs. Then the minotaur turned to Seth and narrowed her eyes, seeing he was A: out of his bindings and B: now armed.

“If you want me to disarm, you're not gonna get far. Not like you need to; you kicked my ass the first time and I have no desire to fight you a second time.” Seth said as he found the person who he took the sword from and wrestled the sheath from its former owner, attaching it to his belt and sheathing the sword.

“Fine, but I’m monitoring you.” Greko said as she put her axe away. The two continued their march, hours of walking continued with Seth asking Greko questions every so often to keep their boredom at bay. Soon night fell, and the two set up camp again. Seth had set about making a fire while Greko went to go find some food. Tending to the fire, he saw a sight that was interesting to behold, a minotaur with a dead stag hoisted over its shoulders. It was quite the sight to behold. She began skinning the stag, removing most of its fur and skin quickly and butchering it on its own skin before skewering the meat to be cooked over the fire.

“So, what is minotaur society like?” Seth asked he’d spent most of his life in Dragoncrown territory, Draconic language, customs everything was from that point of view since he was a child to him now at the tender age of twenty-eight, he’d heard of other cultures, read about them in books from a few scholars who traveled around all of Elhim (he even read a book from a scholar who inundated himself into Naga culture so much that he married one,)

“There isn’t much to it, our people are ones that accept many into the fold,” Greko said as she thought of how much minotaur society has changed over the course of the last ten years, “I remember when we accepted the kobolds into our fold, the Conqueror was so keen on them he made our queen one.” Seth had heard that a large part of the minotaur army was composed of kobolds, but he never knew why until today.

“What is Draconic culture like?” Greko asked. Seth thought for a moment he didn’t know how to describe his culture; his family had lived in what is currently the Dragoncrown Empire for generations before it was even Dragoncrown and was a human kingdom.

“I’m not sure, weird I guess. The life of living in the empire has always been pretty interesting.” Seth said as he stoked the fire with a stick. He sighed as he looked up into the sky. The stars were shining much like when he was a child.

“So, what made you join the Legion?” Greko asked. Seth knew this answer to heart.

“I wanted to get out of my brother’s shadow, plus the legion goes to all sorts of places and I wanted an excuse to travel,” Seth said as he looked down at his feet, “That didn’t work out, but hey maybe if I make it out of this alive after ten years I can settle down, build a farm somewhere on that plot of land they give me and raise a nice big family.” He said, sharing his dream for the future.

“I joined the Conqueror’s army to seek glory. So far it has gone about as well as expected.” Greko replied, of the two of them she was in the best situation, she wasn’t a POW who was going to be interrogated for God’s knows how long and then probably ransomed off to his nation if he was lucky and his merchant father was willing to foot the bill to get him returned.

“Though I wouldn’t mind settling down after the war. My family owns an orchard, and it would be nice to retire when this is all over.” Unknown to Seth imagined himself with Greko. He shook his head to clear the image from his mind. The two stayed silent for the rest of the night, eating the food that Greko caught and then eventually turning in for the night. The two would break camp in the morning and continue onwards. The two managed to continue much of their journey unmolested and ended up in the main base-camp of Commander Mahrges.

“Ah Greko, good to see you’ve returned. I’m expecting your report soon,” Commander Mahrges said. Glancing to the minotaur’s side, he noticed the human who was accompanying her. He narrowed his eyes and inquired about him, “Who is this human?” Mahrges asked.

“A scout, I captured him tailing our group.” Greko said as she saluted her commanding officer.

“Good. I’ll interrogate him later, for now keep an eye on him.” Mahrges said as Greko nodded as she escorted Seth to where he would be held for the time being, the cell was your standard cell, though slightly bigger no doubt to accommodate minotaur’s who were probably it’s more usual inhabitants, so to him it was quite roomy enough to keep himself well exercised, he may be in captivity, but he would not let his body deteriorate while he was in bondage.

So, his routine became wake up at ungodly hours of the morning, be brought into a small room to be talked to for hours on end by Captain Mahrges who was quickly learning that Seth, despite being a scout was not entrusted with much important information then, he’d be brought back to his cell, given food and then Greko would keep him company until it was time for her patrol, then he’d work out, and then go to sleep after dinner. Rinse and repeat. Still, he was growing closer and closer to Greko than he’d thought. The two would talk about any subject that came to their heads during her watching of him. He was having those same thoughts of spending a life with her in her orchard. They became more and more elaborate as he was around her. One day, Seth asked Greko something that would set their relationship in a new direction. It was during one of their many conversations that he sprung the question.

“Greko, have you ever thought of us having a future after this?” Seth asked. Greko was taken aback by the question at first. “Sorry if that’s too bold but, I’m not gonna pussyfoot around. I like you, Greko. More than any woman I’ve met in my life.” Seth said. Seth was not one to mince words when he didn’t have to. He imagined if Greko could blush she would. The thought was rather funny considering Greko was ten times tougher than he was, but he could make her act this way.

“D-Don’t say things like that!” Greko said, though Seth could see the smile spread across her face. “But yes, I have thought of it.” Greko said. The two’s hands connected even behind the bars. Seth smiled as he felt the warmth of her fur against his ebony skin. The two separated their hands from one another, smiles still on their faces.

That night, Seth was woken up rather surprisingly, flailing his arms trying to stop any would-be assailant from attacking him in his sleep.

“Seth! Stop, it’s me Greko.” The minotaur said Seth took a moment to survey his surroundings and let out a sigh of relief. He was surprised to see her in his cell, of all things.

“What are you doing here?” Seth asked, sitting up from the bedroll he slept on for the last few weeks.

“I kept mulling over what you said earlier,” the minotaur said. It took a moment for Seth’s eyes to adjust to the darkness, but he noticed Greko was only wearing her underclothes. He swallowed, looking at the imposing minotaur’s figure. In her armor she looked ever the imposing behemoth she was, honestly her armor made her look like a looming figure of death and destruction, but out of it? Her underclothes which consisted of a camisole and panties showed off every single contour of her body, the swell of her large breasts filled out the camisole quite well, her wide hips which ran into just as thick and inviting thighs covered in brown fur her tail swished back and forth in anticipation, “I want to spend the night with you.” Greko said. Seth swallowed as he looked the minotaur up and down again. He could feel his cock grow hard in his pants and the minotaur woman could see this and smiled. She took off her camisole, revealing her breasts to the man before her. Seth’s erection grew even more, threatening to erupt from his pants at any moment. She brought her lips to his, with the two’s tongues swirling and caressing each other.

Greko then moved to untie the drawstring of Seth’s pants. Her fingers were surprisingly deft and delicate despite their size; soon the sting was undone, allowing the minotaur to slide them off her lover’s body with ease. His cock popped out, freed from its cloth prison, and the minotaur smiled at the sight of her lover’s endowment. His cock was large for a human. While not as big as a male of her species, it was still impressive. It twitched and throbbed with anticipation, precum leaked from the tip of his cock with each twitch and throb of his manhood.

“My, my. The gods have endowed you quite well.” Greko said as she admired Seth’s cock. She brought her face close to his manhood, savoring the musky aroma of his cock and the precum that leaked from its tip. With a long lick, she wrapped her bovine tongue around Seth’s member, and he shuddered at the sensation, savoring the taste of her lover’s precum as she licked and slobbered all over his cock. Seth let out several groans and moans of pleasure as the giant bull woman sucked him off. Clutching at the bedroll, his fingernails digging into the soft cloth as Greko licked his shaft up, down and circled her tongue around it, covering it in thick saliva as she took the whole of his cock as deep as she could into her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, she swirled her tongue around his cock as she did.

“S-Shit!” Seth moaned out as he closed his eyes in pleasure. Greko smiled as she began sucking Seth harder and harder. His eyes began to roll into the back of his head from the intense pleasure. His breathing was becoming more and more ragged, then with a whine Seth came hard into his minotaur lover’s mouth. Greko took in all of his cock as she felt the thick spurts of his seed flood into her mouth. The taste was salty, but not too unpleasant. She swallowed his spunk down. She licked some of it that spilled out of her mouth and smiled. She then stood up, taking off her panties to show off her glistening, sopping wet cunt. She then positioned herself above Seth’s face and brought it down upon him, he let out a yell that was immediately muffled by Greko’s snatch connecting with his mouth, it took a moment to adjust to the feeling, but soon Seth was licking and prodding his tongue into his lover’s waiting snatch. Greko let out a series of moans as Seth explored her pussy with the enthusiasm one might see a hungry man eat a feast.

“Y-Yes!” the minotaur moaned out, trying to keep her voice as low as possible the last thing she would want is one of her fellow soldiers coming to investigate a noise and seeing her having sex with an enemy prisoner. Still, it was hard, clearly apparent that Seth had some experience pleasuring women. The way his tongue prodded into parts of her, she only dreamed of men reaching, how he seemed to play with her clit and insides at the same time. It was an experience she wanted to happen to her, day after day. Deeper and deeper, Seth’s tongue explored Greko’s snatch. Her moans grew louder and louder as he continued to eat her out. She managed to keep those moans at bay by holding her hand to her mouth, still some of them leaked out, much to the delight of the human beneath her. “More! I want your tongue in deeper and deeper!” The minotaur ordered as she rocked her hips back and forth in an attempt to get more purchase on her lover’s tongue, Seth did as she commanded and tried his best to leverage his tongue deeper and deeper all the while playing delicately with her massive clit and making sure she was always near the brink of orgasm, only to stop for a moment, he wanted her to cum hard-for her to feel that orgasm in her soul and in her core.

Then with a loud bray, that was barely muffled by her hands, Greko came hard. Her hips bucked of their own accord as her back arched and she grounded her snatch against Seth’s face. The torrent of her love juices flowed into his mouth as he savored the taste of her. Moving off of her lover, Greko was breathing just as hard as Seth was after Greko had serviced him. Taking a few moments to catch their breaths, Seth and Greko looked at one another and the two kissed again, not really caring that they could taste their own fluids, Greko allowed herself to be pushed on her back as Seth prodded and poked his large cock against her waiting cunt. With a quick thrust, he penetrated her, eliciting a moan from the minotaur, which was muffled by her hands as he began to thrust and thrust into her snatch. The minotaur held her lover close to her as he thrusted fast and hard and deep into her.

“Fu-Fuck, this feels like heaven.” Greko moaned out as Seth took it upon himself to take on of her massive breasts into his mouth, he sucked and played with them, the image of Greko heavy with child, her breasts leaking copious amounts of milk, this seemed to make him go even faster and harder, this was making Greko moan louder and louder, having a hard time keeping her moans down with her hands. Seth could feel himself reaching his edge. His body was telling him to finish soon.

“G-Greko I’m about to cum where do-" He didn’t have time to answer as he felt the minotaur wrap her strong legs around his waist, wordlessly telling him where she wanted him to finish. Thrusting faster and deeper than ever, then with a final thrust and a grunt, Seth felt himself release. Thick ropes of seed flooded into Greko’s womb, coating it and no doubt impregnating her. She wrapped her legs around Seth’s body and hugged him tightly as she moaned in pleasure at the torrent of his cum entering her. So much flooded into her that it began oozing out. When the last drop entered her, Greko let go of Seth and he collapsed atop her. Seth moved up so he could capture Greko’s lips again and the two stayed like this for a while until Greko left to make sure she wasn’t caught sleeping with him. Still, that night was not one they would ever forget and one they would repeat many times during Seth’s time in captivity.

Several Months Later…

Wars are strange beasts, they often end and start in the blink of an eye, and the Fourth Dragon Conquest ended only a few weeks into its life, with no exchange of land or really much bloodshed, and so many of the soldiers who were part of it went back to their lives all except one. Seth didn’t go back to Dragonstone, he stayed with his Greko, the woman who he’d fallen madly in love with, and it was this love that led them to be wed. And so he settled down into a quiet life with his new family.

Standing atop a ladder, Seth picked a fresh peach from a tree on the orchard his new family owned, placing the fruit into a basket with other peaches. It was harvesting season, and they were hoping to have a bountiful harvest, and if all things went to plan, the bounty would be plenty. Though that was not the only thing that was plenty, looking to his side tending to a few grapes in the vineyard on the orchard was his wife Greko, her belly large and prominent in her flowing dress. The two were expecting their first child any week now, a smile spread across his face, his parents were a bit distraught about this, but they came to accept it, (it also helped that Seth had managed to send a good quantity of the wine his orchard was making to his father for his merchant business.) This was a life he wanted when he joined the Legion, and it seemed he got what he wanted. Seth was content.