How Excellia got Her Horns

The monster before her bellowed a third time, this time wordless with fury, the roar of anger washing over her as she braced herself for combat, just in time for the minotaur to charge. She didn't know what the monster was doing her, or what it was accusing her of, but she would not be denied her fate, not when it was so close. She rushed forth to meet her opponent, raising her axe high overhead, and let loose a terrifying amazonian war-whoop as she brought the biting blade down in a mighty chop.

Kargon was an elite warrior of the minotaurs, more than two feet taller than this female, and easily more than four times her weight, in the depths of an ancestral battle-fury. Even unarmed, he was more than a match for the human female. As she brought her axe down in a reckless swing, he dug his hoof into the stone and pushed off, lunging suddenly forward and to the side in mid-charge. His massive arm came up, meeting the haft of the steely blade and deflecting it to the side. In the same motion, his other arm came up. His training dictated his strike be a powerful fist delivered up into the belly, to drive the air from his opponent's lungs and put them at a disadvantage. But he found himself unwilling to make the blow, instead grasping at her with a huge hand.

The amazonian warrior was not expecting her opponent to be skillful as well as large, but she was too quick to let herself get caught so easily. She spun on the ball of her foot, slipping from his grasp as she leapt two quick steps, back and away from her looming opponent, recovering quickly from her wild miss as she got a little distance between the two of them. He was a capable warrior, certainly, she had expected little more than a lumbering brute who would be easy prey for a skillful warrior, but now she would have to be more careful... She felt the could hardness of a boulder against her back and her mind froze. Not good.

The minotaur didn't pass up the opportunity presented by his trapped opponent. He squared off in front of the redhead, swiftly closing the distance with long strides until he was just outside her weapon's reach, mighty arms raised to either side to broaden his reach. With the boulder behind her, and him in front of her, he knew she had few options to get away, and each time she would shift to make a move toward one side or another, he would move to counter. Slowly he crept closer and closer, shuffling forward on the gray stone underhoof. The smell of the bronze-skinned woman was filling his mind with a fog of desire, clouding his rational thought. He felt his loincloth growing tighter still as his body reacted.

This was definitely not good. In fact, it was looking bad. Excellia cursed herself for failing to pay attention to her environment, that was a novice's mistake, she should have known better. And now she was trapped like a rat as her opponent cut off her possibilities of escape as he closed in. A novice mistake that may have cost her her life. She needed some distance, and shifted her grip on the axe down, giving a warding swing, a wide sweep across with the blade at chest-height. It wasn't aimed to hit, just to get him to back off enough for her to have room to move. The looming, coal-furred bull barely managed to avoid the swing, pulling his hips back quickly. But as she prepared to bolt, there was a tearing sound, and she couldn't help but look... Her eyes widened as her jaw dropped in shock.

Apparently the new nick on the fabric, combined with the sudden movement and the increasing tightness, was simply too much for Kargon's loincloth to take. The fabric ripped and fell away, his mammoth endowment spilling out. Still only starting to stir from it's slumber, the thick tube of jet-black flesh hung down between his knees, a full two feet in length and thick as a man's wrist. It was marbled all over with bulging veins that throbbed with his heartbeat as they fed more and more blood to the beastly club as it continued to grow longer and thicker, the wide mushroom head swinging hypnotically, as large as her fist. It hung in front of two equally impressive treasures, a pair of titanic orbs, massive balls each the size of a ripe melon, and sloshing with gallons of never-unleashed bull-seed.

Excellia gaped at the sight. She'd never seen such a member before. Or really, any member, but she'd heard descriptions from her sisters. They has said such things were small, complaining no males had been large enough to escape their fists. Admittedly, her sisters were larger than most, but this... this fleshy tube could have easily accommodated both of them together, and it still grew before her eyes. She felt something deep in her belly squeeze as she stared, her breath turning into panting.

Kargon wasn't quite as distracted as the hypnotized woman before him, though her scent was rather intoxicating. He lunged forth, a huge hand closing on the haft of her axe that hung loose in her grasp, and tore it away, casting is aside as he loomed over her. She had no chance of escape now, and she flattened herself to the rock before his eyes as he closed in. He reached out for her, massive hands gripping her by the shoulders and pinning her arms to her sides. The smell... his mind was filled with a fog of lust and anger, barely any space left for thought.

Excellia snapped out of her trance when the weapon was pulled from her grasp and discarded. She looked in fear and horror to the massive male looming over her. When his massive hands took hold of her arms, she found her voice. "How... How DARE! How dare you touch me! Filthy male! I am amazonian royalty!" She snapped with furious indignation. The last male to lay hands on her without her permission had found his hand broken. Males were inferior creatures, to be used and discarded with the same regard one gave tools. This stupid beast was not worthy to lay hands upon her body! But behind her initial reaction, his touch made her heart quicken with fear and... anticipation? She could feel the immense strength in his sculpted limbs. She could only respect such strength. It would be simple for such a powerful male to... What was she thinking about!? This was all wrong, this wasn't how things were supposed to go. She thrashed wildly against his iron grasp, but she couldn't even budge so much as a finger.

Kargon wasn't sure what he was doing anymore. Instinct had entirely taken over his mind. Her words were little more than noise to his ears, but he found his eyes drawn to her lips as they moved to spit her fury at him. There was something... oddly alluring about them. He'd heard the older bulls talk in the sweat caves, talking about their mated cows, the things they did with their mouths to please their bulls. He found himself imagining her lips stretched around his ebon shaft, and a moment later found himself pushing the self-proclaimed amazon down with irresistible force.

Excellia's legs strained to push against his insistent limbs, but her muscles were no match for the power of the mountainous minotaur. What was he planning to do with her? Her knees hit the stone and she resorted to thrashing her upper body, whipping her head this way and that until her crimson locks were thrown into a wild mane. She had to get away, get some distance, get her axe back, get back into the fight... But then movement in front of her caught her eyes and when she glanced to see what was happening, she could only gape in awe and fear. The monstrous club of flesh was beginning to lift itself, struggling under its own immense weight as it rose, towering over the trapped redhead. She swallowed as she cast her eyes up to the still-growing mushroom head, something deep inside her belly squeezing once again. The motion of swallowing suddenly called to mind the goblin's warnings, and her eyes went wide. She had to escape, NOW!

The ebon mountain was every bit as immovable as his appellation would suggest, even when her struggles renewed. The haze of lust was now a thick blanket that smothered his rational mind. Releasing one shoulder, he immediately moved his hand up, taking hold of a mighty fistful of wavy, crimson locks, wrapping them around his hand until his knuckles touched her skull, giving him a firm handle by which to direct her head. Vaguely he thought such hair was impractical for combat, but at the moment, he was grateful for the grip it offered as he aimed her face directly forward.

When her arm was freed, she immediately began to move, to try and escape, but then his hand took hold of her hair, making her every movement threaten to rip the crimson strands from her scalp. she was really trapped now, it seemed. Still, she refused to give up, and immediately tried to use her free arm to try his fingers off her other shoulder, even as the mighty bull used his handhold to steer her face up. She glared up at his golden eyes, but found her view obscured by the immense, pulsing shaft that bobbed with his pulse, thick and powerful and hard as a rock... The twitch inside her came once again, harder, and an odd sensation arose between her thighs. ...Wetness?

As Kargon's fearsome bull-cock grew to its full hardness, he had no choice but to release her other shoulder to take hold of his massive shaft. It was simply too hard, making impossible to steer the monolithic member without a hand on it. The thickly-veined shaft pulsed angrily now, fully hard and as big around as a man's fist, a full yard of beefy shaft, with a fat head as big an orange that gleamed with a thin sheen of precum. He gripped the beast at midshaft, his huge hand just barely enough to encircle it's girth, and forced the stubborn meat-club down, aiming it at the amazon's face. She struggled more with her limbs free, but his grip on her hair kept her head still, which was all he really needed. He pushed his hips forward, steering it to plant that massive head on her lips.

Excellia whimpered. It was not the sort of sound a warrior should make, but the titan pushed against her lips seemed simply impossible. It was just too big for what he seemed to be intending. It would break her jaw! She tightly squeezed her lips together, desperately trying to keep the massive shaft out of her mouth. This was all wrong. She was supposed to take a dragon's blood not the crude meat of some filthy half-animal, no matter how strong he was, or how the musky smell made her head swim with unfamiliar desires, or how the heat of his head made her lips tingle with an electric buzz, or how oddly sweet his sticky precum tasted on her lips... The amazon whimpered again as the fat head ground against her tightly-squeezed lips.

Kargon grumpled impatiently, deep in his chest. His frustration grew swiftly as she kept her lips sealed tight, despite his grinding hips. His instincts demanded entry, even if her lips on his head felt pretty good on their own. Unable to wait any longer, he had to resort to more direct methods. His hand released his cock, keeping it in place with the pressure on her lips, and reached forward. His hand cupped the amazon's chin, fingers reaching up around her jaw to squeeze her cheeks with thumb and forefinger the force on her jaws made her part them the tiniest bit to spare her cheeks from bruises, and that was all he needed. His ass flexed, and he pushed, forcing her mouth to open before his fat tip.

The taste on Excellia's tongue made her mind whirl with the intense, masculine flavor. She wanted to be disgusted by the filthy half-beast cock of the crude male looming over her... But goddess, it was delicious. It was salty and sweet and masculine and so very strong, the moment it touched her tongue it overwhelmed her senses. She couldn't resist the flavor, the smell... the immense head forced her jaws apart, wider and wider, wider than she thought possible, and she could do nothing but lash her tongue over the invading shaft hungrily. She heard a tiny moan, and realized she had made it. What was happening to her?

The immense minotaur let out an appreciative groan at the amazon's oral efforts, but he was not to be satisfied with just the touch of her tongue. There was almost three feet of fat, throbbing shaft that was yet-unsucked, and he had to fix that. His hands shifted, abandoning their previous positions to take hold of the human's head between them, holding it immobile between his huge hands. He looked down the the human woman before her, his golden eyes looking into hers as she kneeled, her lips stretched wide by his inhuman cock.

As Excellia looked up into the minotaur's eyes, she somehow knew what was coming, even before his limbs began to move, powerful muscles flexing as they pulled her head inexorably forward. Her eyes widened, fear evident in them. Her mouth was already open further than seemed possible, this immense cock was going to break her jaw! But there was nothing she could do to stop it. She wasn't even really sure she wanted to. Her hands slid down her body without her consent, delving between her thighs to grind the crotch of her loincloth into her slit as it burned with need. She found herself wondering if the meaty shaft sliding down her throat would be enough to trigger the potion's effect. But that was impossible, right? It would never be able to fit... but then, she'd thought that about her mouth, too... As she lips burned with the strain of stretching around the gleaming head, she found her hands moving faster. It felt... good?

Kargon's powerful muscles bulged and pulsed with the immense power contained within as he slowly, slowly pulled the woman's face further and further down on his shaft. Suddenly, there was a popping sensation and he groaned with pleasure. Her lips had stretched to engulf the entire head, the sheer girth of the swollen knob making her cheeks balloon outward. He could feel the entrance to her throat on the very tip of his shaft, his immense cockhead filling her mouth to the limit and beyond. He groaned once again as he felt her tongue squirm on the underside of his head. He couldn't stop here. He looked down the kneeling human with an almost apologetic look as his mighty arms flexed once more.

Excellia might have bit down on the invading shaft, if she'd believed it would have done anything to stop the beastly cock invading her mouth. But it was unstoppable, just too damn big to fight. The tip was nosing at her throat eagerly, while her lips were stretched into an almost-invisible band around the thick, veiny shaft as it pushed into her slowly. She gasped for breath through her nose, each breath filled with the primal pheromones of the beast-man. she felt the bulbous head begin to push at her throat in earnest, demanding entrance, and she let out a whimper around the girth.

Kargon's beefy slabs of muscle bulged with tremendous power as he urged her down, forcing her lips to take more and more of his shaft. He could feel the contours of her cheeks on the ridge of his cockhead as he pushed past them toward her throat. There was a spark of concern for the woman in the back of his mind, a candle-flame that flickered against the smothering blanket of lust and instinct drowning his mind. Their combined forces had but one simple demand: MORE. He felt the tight entrance of her throat, seemingly impossibly small, as it began to stretch around the head. He groaned out with amazement and pleasure as he pulled her down and felt that little entrance opening slowly but smoothly around the invader.

Excellia wasn't sure what was happening to her anymore. Her conscious mind was rapidly drowning in a flood of lust, the scent of this supremely masculine bull-man triggering some primal response from her. It was so exotic, too exotic, too strong, her nose burned with its intensity, it wasn't meant for her kind, but that just made it all the more potent. She could feel her throat being violated, could feel each band of muscle stretch around the shaft, could even feel her throat bulge out grotesquely... but there was no pain. No gagging. No violent spasms of revulsion. Maybe the potion had something to do with it, she thought, vaguely, but that seemed unlikely. No, this seemed... somehow natural. Like some secret function of the female body, only revealed when in the service of a truly superior cock. Her hands, now totally free, should have been doing something to oppose the invasion, but they seemed to be possessed by some independent drive, one grinding the heel of her palm into the fabric over her now-soaked slit, while the other forcefully kneaded her shapely tit through her clothes. The traitorous limbs provoked waves of pleasure that rolled through her body, clashing into each other and with those from her stretched throat until her entire body was afire with pleasure.

Kargon's groaned deep in his chest with pleasure, the deep rumbling from the ebon mountain sounding like some distant rockslide. The sensations washing over him as he forced his way down her throat were incredibly intense. He could feel the tight, gripping tunnel reshaping to accommodate his immense size, somehow. He didn't know what was making this possible, but he was immensely grateful to it. The pleasure was simply indescribable. He had to have more. The last restraining fears for her safety were cast aside, and he pushed his hips forward a he pulled her to meet them, driving more cock down her throat, faster than before. He marveled as she passed each milestone, his shaft smoothly claiming inch after inch. A whole foot of cock. Halfway down. Two feet! Closer... Closer... Almost...

Excellia's orgasm hit her suddenly, like a fist in the belly, the very moment her nose pressed into the coal-black fur of the minotaur's granite abs. Her body locked up as intense pleasure exploded deep in her stomach, burning up her her spine and out, spreading along every nerve in her body. As soon as the inferno of searing white pleasure consumed her entire body, the shockwave struck her mind, her eyes rolling skyward as it filled her brain, one final realization burned into her thoughts. She was coming from getting throat-fucked! Her body trembled in the grip of the most powerful climax she'd ever experienced as every muscle fired at once. She would have screamed if the titanic shaft hadn't plugged her airway already. She could feel the pulsing head deep within her, reaching what had to be her stomach, it was so deep! Every inch of her had been claimed by this shaft, by this monstrous bull, it was like she'd been turned into nothing but a cock-sleeve for his fat bull cock. She could feel his fur on her nose, his heavy sack on her chin, his titanic cum-tanks swinging low with their heavy burden of seed.

Kargon groaned once again, feeling the human's throat undulating around his unyielding phallus as she came hard. It was an incredible sensation, an impossible sensation, and it was so damn good. He'd hilted in the tiny woman's mouth, and she'd cum from it. He held himself there for a long moment as she wiggled and shivered on his shaft, enjoying the sensations the impaled amazon provided as the aftershocks of pleasure rolled through her body. It was absolutely amazing... but he wasn't satisfied yet. He needed more.

Excellia's eyes widened slightly as she felt the bull-cock reverse direction and slowly drag the flared head over the walls of her throat as it continued to tremble with list. Each departing inch provoked new shivers of lust, she could feel the profile of his thick, bulging veins as they slid slowly from her stretched lips. Was... was he done? Was he finished with her mouth? She was shocked to find the idea disappointing. Her head was still held immobile by the iron grasp of the minotaur's powerful hands, and the sheer thickness made it impossible for her to stop her lips from gripping tight at the retreating shaft as though she longed for it to stay, cheeks gripping at the shaft with the suction. She didn't really want to suck hungrily at the fat, ebony cock, she told herself, she didn't want it to thrust back into her throat over and over again, she didn't want it to make her come until she couldn't stand. She realized she was squirming her tongue over the bulging cum-channel along the bottom of his shaft, and simultaneously realized she didn't want to stop.