My Minotaur Ch. 05

She gaped at this, his huge cock standing out even more than the rest in this chaotic scene. There was not a man left under nine inches in this place, and the lust only kept growing and growing, feeding me more fodder for other tricks later.

"Yes I see him...wow...wow look at that thing...ooo..." A hand dropped to her skirt, her fingers testing her clit out as she half-listened to me.

"I would like you to bring me a brandy-snifter full of his cum. Do I make myself quite clear?"

"Yes ma'am..." She said in awe of my revolting request.

I leaned back and beckoned two men with less copious endowments to come and kneel before me, placing one of my feet on each, leaning back with my legs spread on this pair of human footstools.

Another woman was summoned to kneel before me next, her pendulous new breasts nearly dangling to the floor as I pointed to my glistening slit and made her lick.

I watched, blissfully, as across the room the huge-breasted woman knelt before the 14 inch megastud, wrapping both her hands around his meaty flesh pole. I'd like to take credit, but my magic had nothing to do with the quality of the blowjob she proceeded to give him.

It did not have one of those delicate, tentative beginnings no,... her lust carried her away, and after whipping her head up and down his column, almost chewing it like an ear of corn, she was cramming his huge cocktop right into her mouth. Even in the noisy lust filled room, in which the moans and groans and creaking-wood sounds of an orgy starting up were loud, her gulping slurpy sucks were audible.

The slurpy sounds of her blowjob were sweet news to my snatch, and I waved a finger, quadrupling the length of my cunnilingus slave's tongue, squirming a little in my chair as she shoved it deep up inside me.

Meanwhile the incredible show on the dance floor was getting attention. A man hand begun to plow my waitress' pussy from behind, cramming 11 inches of magically enhanced cock deep inside her as she continued to impale her throat on my eventual drink's dispenser. Another women lay on her back beneath the waitress, sucking on her dangling tits for all she was worth, her own legs spread to receive a vicious 9 inch prod pounding away.

As the 14 inch stud finally started to cum, she yanked his big hose down into the rim of a glass and milked his balls with expert precision as they blasted wad after thick wad of cream into it. At the same time my hips bucked in the throws of what would no doubt be my first orgasm of many. My foot-stool slaves fondled and fingered the woman licking me off as her throat convulsed, gulping my juice as it rolled from me in a river of pleasure-honey.

The Waitress came back with my glass, disentangling herself from the orgy to present it to me with a bow.

"Well done. You may fuck him now." She clapped with glee, tits and eyes both wild, before scampering back to jump into his arms and onto his cock, fucking him while standing against the wall.

I leaned back and drank deeply of his rich, hot spunk, savoring the taste before swallowing. Then a strapping lad with ten inches bowed before me.

"May I please fuck your pussy, Enchantress?" He was a bright boy, but out of luck today. "No, I save this for a bigger and better man than any here. But you may continue where the last left off and lick me."

"Yes ma'am!" He saluted, and knelt before me.

Guards came eventually, but they too were only swept by my spell, and soon the tavern was filled with over 100 people having sex, the lust feeding me as slave after slave licked and fingered me to orgasm after orgasm.

* * *

Story III: In which Oluth makes everything right.

I had to stop watching Valsivale, the wave of her own pleasure too overwhelming for me to concentrate. It's a good thing too; because that's when my husband's men suddenly burst into the restaurant I'd been eating in.

I do not know how they reached me so quickly, but soon I was trussed up and being paraded through the streets with a column at my side. My first was still clenched around the marble, and I finally took a chance to peek in on Oluth.

* * *

It is almost a relief to have some time to myself.

Oh how they fight for my attention.

(*Can you blame us Oluth. Come save me quick!*)

Ailara... she is fair, and strong in her way, but oh that attitude. I will one day break her of it, if it is the last thing I do.

And Saela is nice, but perhaps I should not have let the small one pleasure me this morning... I ache for release yet do not know where to find it.

Valsivale scares me as much as she arouses me. I do not know if I can keep her in my thrall, she may not be suited to a harem. But we shall see.

Now then, what to do in town? I should get some trail food so we can allow Saela to stop foraging for us... and find out if anyone has taken note of the movement of Ailara's husband.

I should like to see them try and claim it.

I cast my head about, so far above the views of the humans beneath me, and I grow uncomfortable with looks the women give me as I pass. I have seen those looks before on the faces of three very difficult women, and I do not know how many more I can take before I lose my mind.

I'll admit I am sometimes disturbed at how coarse I become with them...how rough... how almost cruel in the way I treat them as harem meat. Yet I cannot deny that it is impossible not to abuse the very power they seem to give me so willingly sometimes. Ailara really wants to be put in her place, she just doesn't realize it.

(*What?*)

Oh and if only they knew what they were missing from my sex. So far they climax so easily when I use them for my selfish pleasure. Imagine what joys they might no if they actually let me pleasure them, devoted myself to their fulfillment instead of my own.

(*Oh gods, he wasn't even TRYING?*)

Perhaps they would not be able to survive such a thing. I shall have to continue being... coarse, if only for their own safety. Yes, that is the way.

Now, as for this.... "Scarnia", First things first.

* * *

My footsteps slapped loud against the smooth stone walkways of this strange city. I was grateful for this, because it masked the quieter slap of my bullhood as it smacked between my thighs. Do not misunderstand me, in the presence of lesser males I enjoy the effect that just the very sound of my cock has on fragile egos, but for keeping a low profile in the city, it can be a nuisance. I had not gone far before I suddenly found myself looking at my own features, artistically rendered, with a sadistic look in my own eye.

I snatched the wanted poster from the wall and snorted as I read the thing.

"Myrnotaur Marauder, wanted dead for the following crimes: Theft, Kidnapping, and the murder of one thousand guards! 10 Sovereigns paid for good information on his whereabouts, and 100 more to the citizen who will bring me his dismembered phallus."

Beneath was the magistrate information for Ailara's husband.

He had made a huge mistake in approaching the bounty this way. By lying that I'd already killed a thousand of his guards, he was only giving me permission to do exactly what I'd feared.

The only way he would get near my phallus would be when I clubbed him to death with it.

A few residents caught me looking at my own wanted poster. I arched my back so that I towered over them and glared with contempt, showing them I would slap them away like the gnats they were if they tried a thing.

They thought better of it and crept off down the street. My ears flicked at one comment I heard. "Awww, we wouldn't want to get between Mad Malarial and a bounty anyway. I heard she once stopped a competing head-hunter by sticking a fork through each one of his balls to nail him to his chair" He seemed truly frightened as he said it.

It would seem this bounty Huntress had something of a reputation. My kind care greatly about that sort of thing, so I would do well to respect it and continue laying low.

The wanton slaughter of my pursuers and inevitable cockbludgeoning of the tiny lord of Ailara's would have to wait after all.

I would have to gather the others in time, but a drink would be in order first.

* * *

Something was wrong in this tavern. My nostrils flared as the thick scent of sex filled them. My ears were greeted with an unending chorus of moans, groans, grunts and cries of pleasure. There were squishing noises, smacking sounds, the unmistakable rhythm of testicles taking a toll on a willing ass. I heard gagging, choking, slurping, sucking, coughing and retching.

It was almost as if this bar was not packed with people, but just filled with one giant wriggling pink entity having sex with itself.

And in a manner of speaking, that's exactly what was happening, for I glimpsed the Enchantress Valsivale sitting in the corner, cooing in delight as a line formed to feed on her dripping vagina. She punctuated her enjoyment by occasionally flicking her wrist in such a way that it sent a bolt of purple energy to someone else in the bar. When she did this, they redoubled their efforts at whatever sex act they were performing, or had an orgasm, or became abruptly better endowed. It was like she was handing out treats to pet dogs whenever she felt gratified.

I growled before I spook, and the bass boom of my voice cut through the noise of the tavern, bringing near silence—though a few horny humans could not stop mid-fuck—as I glared over the scene.

"Valsivale, stop this at once. This is wrong!"

"Oluth you magnificent stud...We've been waiting for you." She slurred, looking at me with heavy-lidded eyes. She seemed drunk... but the snifter she held seemed only to contain a large volume of human sperm. Perhaps she was intoxicated on the lust she'd generated here...or drunkenness itself was an emotion she might feed off of from the locals. I could not be sure.

"Well I'm here now. Release these people from your thrall and let us take our leave of this place." I reasoned.

"My Thrall? You make them sound unwilling... these people never had such fun! And look what I've done to all the boys... they get to have just a taste of what it's like to be you all the time. You wouldn't deny them that, would you?"

Indeed as I surveyed the scene, every member in the room seemed out of proportion with the man who wielded it. They did seem unusually overjoyed.

"It's an illusion Valsivale. They'll go back to their normal lives after this... unable to live up even to themselves like this. Now come here, woman!"

Now she scowled.

"Oluth, I'm sensing a lot of anger in you...you wouldn't to give me that now would you?" She held out a hand, a ball of that painful red light filling it. She was right. I closed my eyes and breathed deep, pretending I was again putting up the facade of a mindless slave, calming myself to the core of my being. She cast out her hand to throw her red lash of energy at me, only to have it flicker and die before it could reach my position.

"Oh damn your composure!" She spat. Then brightened "Hey everybody! Fuck the Myrnotaur for my amusement!"

Suddenly the tavern was filled with noise again, the wave of human flesh rising to encompass me. Sweeping my arms I spilled people left and right, but the distraction left me open to one of Valsivale's purple blasts of raw untapped horniness. My already bloated balls strained against my sack as my cock rose into instant erection. I was an animal then, my craving for release overtaking my desire to put a stop to this situation.

Men seemed to wilt around me as my proud shaft unveiled itself from my loincloth; even those with the preposterous mega-tumescent organs suddenly had a look of inadequacy about them as soon as they took in my 36 inch cock.

Where the men were reviled, the women were enflamed, surrounding my huge bullhood with hands and tits. Tongues licked and lapped at my muscles from all sides, moistening my every crevice and ridge. Kneeling between my thighs, six mouths competed for my tremendous dangling meat-bombs, plush lips sucking at each titanic nut, tongues pushing them around, constantly trying to steal more moist ballsack. The feeding frenzy was too much for me to take and I let out a deep moan.

I grabbed the tallest of the women by the ears and forced her mouth over my head, pistoning my hips just a little as I threatened to split her lips with the sheer volume of pre-seed I was now shunting out of my balls directly into her gullet.

Valsivale smirked arrogantly at me from her throne of people and winked at me. She turned in her snifter for a massive beer growler, mocking me with a spigot-turning gesture and a leering glance towards the gang of women fighting for my balls. She meant to have my seed it would seem.

I wrapped the cocksucking woman's tits around my shaft and fucked them as I fucked her mouth, growling in approval as women spiraled around my cock to encompass the rest in cleavage. There were perhaps 8 pairs of mammoth bosoms on me, squishing against one another in all directions.

Valsivale shot a couple blasts into the crowd and suddenly my balls were encased in warmth; two women had been blessed with enhanced mouths to each swallow one of my huge stones.

This was too much and my fat fuck-fruits swelled to the size of pineapples in preparation for an explosion that would threaten to drown the very city we were in.

"NO!" I growled and whipped to the side, spilling women left and right, balls and cock exploding from horny mouths with echoing POPS of vacuum. The tower of tits that had been pleasuring me jiggled in complete disarray, breasts smacking breasts in a staccato of slaps, rippling as the women who owned the mammary glands pulled apart and used their hands to still the shaking and sooth the bruising.

Valsivale looked disappointed.

"I'm not leaving until I've had your cum Oluth. You belong to me now." She sneered.

"You will drink only when I give you leave. You will stop this now. Or I will MAKE you stop this now."

"How pray tell do you plan to do that, cutie?" She scoffed. "I know you won't injure these women to get to me... and they'll put themselves between you and I at all costs to get your seed."

"I'll show you." I said with resonant calm.

Then I began to do exactly what I do best. As I took a step towards her and the swarm of women surrounded me, I grabbed the nearest and laid her on her back on top of the rest, surfing her on the crowed into position such that I could spread her legs. With a savage grunt I fucked into her. I was not gentle, but neither was she dry or unwilling. My vast prick shaft quickly found her deepest depth and stopped just perfectly. From that one thrust she died a little death on my manhood, writhing and moaning on top of her horny cadre of sisters.

But I was not done with this first tavern wench. Swinging my hips my balls slapped past a half dozen tongues and faces, swinging to and fro as I began to add thrust after thrust to my routine. The woman's orgasms seemed to be multiplying, her cries of pleasure and bleats of joy drowning out all other commotion. The crowd supporting her turned her one way then another, corkscrewing her such that my yard of meat could penetrate her at every angle. When they doubled her over so that my penetration was completely maximized, she gave a single shriek, seemed to suffer a seizure of sorts, and then passed out limp on my weapon with a smile of complete satisfaction on her face.

"You cannot possibly fuck your way through every woman without coming!" Valsivale taunted, tilting the huge stein meant for my seed this way and that.

"Actually, I can," I said without boasting, "But I shall not have to. Behold."

Turning to the crowd as I withdrew my turgid shaft from my first victim, this causing a massive sucking noise followed by the wet smack of my hard cock sounding against the hard muscles of my torso.

"Anyone who would like the same treatment that she got," I said nodding towards the passed out woman, "should bring me Valsivale."

Valsivale's eyes widened as her own throng turned from me and rushed to her, fighting for the chance to grab some part of her. She tried in vain to gather more energy, but the crowd's enthusiastic vigor jostled her too much to keep focused.

"But... but my magic!" She stammered as she was rushed before me.

"Don't you get it?" I asked as I stepped forward to drop my huge balls directly into her face as I had when we'd first met. "The lust I generate is far stronger then what you can create with your spells and invocations. Anyone you charm through sexual desire will still ultimately be more beholden to me."

She might have said something, but she could only helplessly blurble into my scrotum.

I lifted my sack from the top and bounced it mightily onto her features, the crowd laughing at her stunned expression and red face, this act of humiliation toppling the proud enchantress from her place of superiority.

I proceeded to teach her a few lessons.

"Lesson one, Valsivale. Your face belongs to me. Whether I want it as a plate for my balls to rest on or a canvas to paint with my precum..." And here I did just that, stepping back to dot her face with thick globs of pre-sperm, milking them out of my shaft with both hands, plumb-sized puddles dotting her cheeks, jaw line, and hair. "...there is nothing you, or any magic, can do about it."

Her education continued as I hard the crowd come closer and bring her slightly lower.

"Lesson two. Your tits are mine." I mauled and groped her unnaturally firm, round spheres, first gently, then firm. I toyed with her nipples. I gently slapped them to the left and to the right. I leaned in and licked them before sucking them almost whole into my comparatively huge mouth. I arched my pelvis up and smeared my balls, oh so close to release now, all over them. Then I beat them around with my dick a little. She pouted and stammered and whimpered as I abused her poor chest. I'd be lying if I said I took no joy in doing it, but I will admit that I almost sympathized as she lay helpless before the awesome assault my cock delivered. Finally I fucked it up between her mounds, using the pressure to milk a thick stream of precum right between her eyes, the crowd laughing as she whimpered helplessly and tried to blink it away to no avail.

"Lesson three. Your pussy is only for my pleasure, not yours." I stuck a thick finger deep inside her, drawing more chuckles from the audience as she squirmed and writhed on it. Then I leveled my cock in both hands an proceeded to smack it over and over against her straining clitoris, my speed increasing as she bit her lip and struggled in vain, unable to escape or get more from me. Beckoning the crowd to tilt her up slightly, I ground my hips up, letting the friction of my shaft rub against her, feeling her juices drip down over my balls as I sawed her clit over and over, towering cockhead punching the bottoms of her breasts every time I let it glide upwards.

"God Oluth, fuck me please!" She begged as my taunting continued.

I cruelly pinched and tugged a swollen horny nipple as I simply continued my snatch-teasing ways. Her clit looked ready to burst and sweat poured from her. She was struggling harder now, fighting for two kinds of release at one time.

"Tell me what you've learned." I said.

"Ungh! no, just fuck me!"

"No. That only happens when I want it to. And I don't want it to happen until you've regurgitated the lessons of the day."

"Oh Gods damn you Oluth."

"I can wait all day. Watching your whole body shake each time I grinds your clit doesn't ever get old." I calmly said, doing just that, watching her tits jiggle as she shuddered in response.

"Fine you hung bastard. My face is yours. My tits belong to you. My pussy is only for your pleasure. NOW FUCK ME!"