It pushed the hardened leather material of his loincloth aside, and the thick, wide head of it hung half-cocked in her direction. It looked like it was almost too heavy to hold itself up, too large to even try. But then it jerked and lifted as if the muscles of his loins had something to prove. Calavia shrunk back.
“Are you afraid, little hag?” he said roughly, but her gaze remained on his member. He moved one of his hooves to scrape the ground, moving the sexual weapon closer to her body.
Tendons seized, her mouth parted, and she sucked in her belly. She’d never been so close to having a cock rammed into her.
“I’m not human,” she whispered, hoping the lie would keep him away. She wondered if he already knew her greatest secret. Her mother had not approached her this day, and Calavia had not had time to hide her nature.
If he keeps me tied up… Her fear returned.
“You were once, before the mist tainted you. What a shame.” He knelt before her. “If you had pure blood, our young would be strong. I would father numerous upon you, using you as the beautiful vessel you are. Our bull sons and daughters would have an affinity for real magic. They would take after their father in every way but would have such heady gifts bestowed upon them by their mother. What a shame.” He curled a tendril of her hair around his finger.
Calavia frowned, shocked at his words. Anger swiftly followed.If he knew...
“If onlyyouwere a pure blood human, then I would have all the power I needed to save Prayer by myself,” she gritted.
“I enjoy seeing you like this, hag.”
“We’re wasting time,” she reminded him again.
He released her hair and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it. “Are we?”
She tensed and struggled to bring her hands up to cover herself, to push his hand off her, but the restraints didn’t allow such movements. Her skin pinkened with internal heat, and her cheeks warmed.
His palm moved across her nipple as his thumb and finger found it, rolling the now-taut point between them. “Are we?” he asked again as she groaned and shook her head as strange sensations burst through her.
“Please stop,” she breathed.
“Am I hurting you? Your magic hasn’t stopped me.”
“The pressure is uncomfortable.” She gasped as he continued to tweak her nipple.
“Liar.” He released her anyway and backed up.
Calavia strained against her bonds as he moved away, bowing her head to cover her chest with her long hair, and pressing her legs tightly together. There was a wetness between her thighs she was ashamed of.
“Call your thralls,” he commanded.
“Why?”
“Because I want them all to see you at my mercy.”
She closed her eyes. The minotaur was humiliating her, trying to get under her skin. She tried to rationalize him and her predicament, but her predicament was distracting. There had been times in the past where she allowed strong, monstrous males into Prayer who wanted to throw her to the ground, but back then she had the means to protect herself better. Her mother had always been by her side, even if she was only in the shadows.
Now, her mother was distant, and with her increasing absence, Calavia’s magic had lessened.
Her eyes found Astegur’s stiff cock, and her belly knotted.
She imagined what it would be like having it inside her, pushing, pressing, expanding until it was held within her quim.
The thralls sometimes engaged in sex, and Calavia found the behavior interesting—academically. They seemed to have sex not due to desire or deep-seated need, but because it was an old habit they’d never shaken. Their cocks, often limp and flaccid, were nothing like Astegur’s, which was thick and strong.
I want strength…
And the idea of children had never occurred to her until now.Children with him? A bull?
She shivered even though she was warm. Clenching her toes, she turned her thoughts back to her situation.The thralls do not know mercy or humiliation.If anything, her thralls would help her.He has to know that.
She met Astegur’s darkened eyes and called for her family. A short time later, the first of them arrived. Astegur unsheathed his axe and raised it, telling her without words that if she commanded them to help her, he would cut them down. He wouldnotbe stopped.
