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Minotaur's Lair
This was created after a roleplay I had with my beloved…after we watched the movie ‚Minotaur’, which is good! Go see it! How I love Greek mythology…
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It was dark and stormy the night the Gods came for their annual sacrifice, as they did every five years…and as every five years, they demanded a young, virginal soul, one that had never felt the touch of another on their skin.
In this one cold winter night, they rejected the sacrifice that was given for them…it was not sufficient. The young woman they had been offered to take was not as virginal as her parents had thought. This winter night was the wedding night of the young Queen and before her husband could even kiss her, the Gods took her away, for the young woman’s beauty and good heart were known wide and far.
It wasn’t usual, but this night, the Gods gave their sacrifice back. Given back to her husband, she became pregnant within the first week of her marriage. The people they ruled were nervous; what were they to expect? A blessing? A curse? What would become of the offspring? Should they be afraid of it or bless it as their God King eventually? Only time would tell.
The birth of the child took the young Queen’s life. It was a boy, deathly pale; small beginnings of horns, like those of a young bull, came out of tufts of white hair. The large eyes were a bright, ruby red, and the small legs were crooked and ended in hooves. He was presented to the kingdom as their blessing from the Gods, a God himself born to them as a blessing…and he was kept hidden away and educated alone, far away from prying eyes.
The young Prince grew proud from his teachings; but he was spoiled and held a terrible temper within himself. His tutors often told him he held the wit and terror of Lord Hades himself and this sparked rumors among the people of his father’s kingdom that he was the devil himself, and the young Prince was feared across the country and further; they were fed from stories of the people that had seen him, that his horns had grown long and sharp, spawning mightily from over his temples, and his legs were those of a taur, covered in pure white fur. Around this time, the Prince had turned eighteen, his father began collecting virgins from the villages around the palace to suit his beloved son’s exquisite tastes.
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“Father, these people are never going to accept me as their King and your successor, they should be put to death for their slaughter to my name!”, the Prince raged when he heard of the rumors, some of them had turned very nasty. He was a picky and haughty Prince, every girl that was brought to him, no matter how pretty or talented she was, was sent away again…he could see the relief in their eyes when he waved his hand in disinterest, and he hated them for that.
“Son, you can be picky all you like and they will have to accept you whether they want it or not, you are my only child, my only successor! Just take the girls for pleasure and kill them afterwards, what type do you prefer? I will bring you them!”
“There is no pleasure when they beg and scream to not be in my bed.”, he sulked, turning away from his father. “Bring me something that can please me…or I will slaughter villages for fun!”
The King sighed and promised to find something for his picky son…and he did, the third evening after their talk, he brought into his chambers a young man that did not look frightened or disgusted at all. Curiosity played on handsome tanned features, reflected in lovely purple eyes, wild golden hair falling messily over his shoulders. “Good evening, my Prince, how are you?” His voice was a smooth purr, smugly directed at the pale Prince. It immediately held the spoiled Prince’s attention and for longer than a mere glance as usual, the ruby eyes slid over the comely body and the determined stance and rose from his dinner so the beauty before him could be put off by his lower form. “Girls and boys have come to me before you, just as fetching with want, but fear…I see no fear in you…why? Did you come to make some humor here?”
The blond smiled, sauntering towards the Prince, his gaze moving over the unnatural body boldly, without fear or disgust. “I thought I was here to humor you…am I not?” The Prince grumbled something about nerve, catching the boy’s chin and tipped it up to look into his face. “I wonder if it’s only a brave front…” He bowed his head down, canting it so the magnificent horns wouldn’t hurt the beauty before him, and breathed in his scent from the crook of his neck. It was exotic, smelling of foreign spices and sweet smoke, and the Prince could hear the blond chuckling. “You will just have to find out…” A hand slid into the blond spikes and grasped a handful of it to yank the boy’s head back to expose more of that neck, lips and tongue tasting it like an expert would a glass of fine, old wine. The bound arms of the shorter male slid around and to the Prince’s neck, the tanned body pressing against the pale one, and strong arms slid around him to yank him closer; a nip against the slender neck, then their mouths and tongues mingled heatedly. “Bed, now…” The blond laughed at him, merrily, at the demand. “Never heard of foreplay before?” He separated from the impatient Prince, though and stripped off his clothes while he sauntered to the bed, as well as he could with still bound hands.
“Foreplay isn’t something that is spared on the unwilling.”, the Prince grudgingly confessed. The blond turned, that apparently was a no…”Though I am rutting you, whether on the bed or where you stand, and it won’t be long anymore, either.” He untied the leather from around his waist so his garments would drop to the ground and his maturity stood proud just as he did, long as his one’s arm from wrist to elbow and as thick as the middle of the forearm…he was half bull, after all. “Still so brave?”, he queried, smugly, as he noticed the blond’s gaze on his loins.
“Nice…”, was all the boy said for now, sinking to his knees in front of the other and flicking his tongue against the head of the mighty erection. The Prince wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he let him play and after a moment, it began to feel good even…really good. The wanton little thing was fitting the whole head into his mouth, not being able to go much further, but the feelings that evoked in the standing Prince were incredible. “No wonder your playmates are afraid of you…sticking that into virgins must hurt…”, he purred when he pulled back, licking his lips, looking up through thick dark lashes. The white haired one felt a swooping sensation in his belly at that look and tangled a hand into wild blond hair again. “Show me your courage, pretty one…” He just hoped the kneeling male in front of him didn’t notice the slight waver in his voice. The white, slender tail swished behind the Prince as the pretty blond worked on him with his skilled mouth, the angry red head of his want being treated with lips and tongue before he pushed the head off, picking the tanned body up and all but throwing him onto bed, pouncing after him to straddle one of his legs. “Spread your legs.”
“Whoa…easy, big boy!”, the blond laughed. “You can’t just ram that thing into me, I’ll tear and break…and you don’t want me to scream in pain, right?” The Prince shook his head, leaning back and blinking at him, he seriously had no idea what to do…but the blond merely smiled and grabbed the small jar of massage oil from the night table. “Here, slick your fingers with that.”, he said, and the Prince dipped his fingers in, blinking at them dripping with the runny, scented oil. The blond smiled and spread his legs. “Put them there, now…carefully…mmmm yes, like that…” The digits vanished easily into the dustily rosy pucker, in and out, stretching and scissoring under the blond’s instructions. The blond stretched and writhed, blissfully, and eventually stopped the fingers, rubbing oil all over the mighty cock. “Now…careful.”
The slender tail swished again, excitedly, as the Prince moved between the widely spread legs and began pushing inside, uncharacteristically careful and gentle, for a reason, he was conscious of his maturity right now…it really was big, he couldn’t blame the slender, frail girls for fretting when seeing it. The blond beneath him though wasn’t panicking, no, he was egging him on and pulling him inside, wantonly, and the Prince had to forgive him the begging and the wanton demands…he usually punished people that demanded of him, he was a God after all, but…seeing the supple, lithe form spread out beneath him, not screaming in fear but want, he could ignore it, for once maybe. That sounded good, yes.
“Oh, by the Gods, more…”, the blond groaned, and the Prince pushed in deep and moaned himself.
In the morning, the blond slid from the bed and the embrace of the Prince, thinking the white haired one sleeping, and got dressed to leave, quietly. But the Prince sat up and watched him calmly, fondly even. “What is your name?”
The blond turned around, smiling at him. “That would spoil the exotic secret…” He laughed though. “It’s Mariku.” And with that, he left.
Mariku…he found him repeating that name to himself a week later still, and when his father asked, he turned to him during an opulent dinner. “Bring me back that blond from a week ago…I want him to be my bride!”
The King swallowed thickly, blinking at his demanding son. “There might be a problem with that…your plaything can’t return.”
“What? Why not?”
“Well…” The King sighed. “He was burned at the stake when he returned.” The Prince was quiet for a moment, trying to comprehend. “…WHAT! And you let something like this happen?!”
“They did it after the men were gone, I’m sorry, my son…”
“No! Saddle me a horse, they will die for that crime!”
The King tried hard to calm him, he could not afford to lose a village of his kingdom, nor could he afford to spread more fear against his son.
“He has a twin brother.”
~
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It was dark and stormy the night the Gods came for their annual sacrifice, as they did every five years…and as every five years, they demanded a young, virginal soul, one that had never felt the touch of another on their skin.
In this one cold winter night, they rejected the sacrifice that was given for them…it was not sufficient. The young woman they had been offered to take was not as virginal as her parents had thought. This winter night was the wedding night of the young Queen and before her husband could even kiss her, the Gods took her away, for the young woman’s beauty and good heart were known wide and far.
It wasn’t usual, but this night, the Gods gave their sacrifice back. Given back to her husband, she became pregnant within the first week of her marriage. The people they ruled were nervous; what were they to expect? A blessing? A curse? What would become of the offspring? Should they be afraid of it or bless it as their God King eventually? Only time would tell.
The birth of the child took the young Queen’s life. It was a boy, deathly pale; small beginnings of horns, like those of a young bull, came out of tufts of white hair. The large eyes were a bright, ruby red, and the small legs were crooked and ended in hooves. He was presented to the kingdom as their blessing from the Gods, a God himself born to them as a blessing…and he was kept hidden away and educated alone, far away from prying eyes.
The young Prince grew proud from his teachings; but he was spoiled and held a terrible temper within himself. His tutors often told him he held the wit and terror of Lord Hades himself and this sparked rumors among the people of his father’s kingdom that he was the devil himself, and the young Prince was feared across the country and further; they were fed from stories of the people that had seen him, that his horns had grown long and sharp, spawning mightily from over his temples, and his legs were those of a taur, covered in pure white fur. Around this time, the Prince had turned eighteen, his father began collecting virgins from the villages around the palace to suit his beloved son’s exquisite tastes.
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“Father, these people are never going to accept me as their King and your successor, they should be put to death for their slaughter to my name!”, the Prince raged when he heard of the rumors, some of them had turned very nasty. He was a picky and haughty Prince, every girl that was brought to him, no matter how pretty or talented she was, was sent away again…he could see the relief in their eyes when he waved his hand in disinterest, and he hated them for that.
“Son, you can be picky all you like and they will have to accept you whether they want it or not, you are my only child, my only successor! Just take the girls for pleasure and kill them afterwards, what type do you prefer? I will bring you them!”
“There is no pleasure when they beg and scream to not be in my bed.”, he sulked, turning away from his father. “Bring me something that can please me…or I will slaughter villages for fun!”
The King sighed and promised to find something for his picky son…and he did, the third evening after their talk, he brought into his chambers a young man that did not look frightened or disgusted at all. Curiosity played on handsome tanned features, reflected in lovely purple eyes, wild golden hair falling messily over his shoulders. “Good evening, my Prince, how are you?” His voice was a smooth purr, smugly directed at the pale Prince. It immediately held the spoiled Prince’s attention and for longer than a mere glance as usual, the ruby eyes slid over the comely body and the determined stance and rose from his dinner so the beauty before him could be put off by his lower form. “Girls and boys have come to me before you, just as fetching with want, but fear…I see no fear in you…why? Did you come to make some humor here?”
The blond smiled, sauntering towards the Prince, his gaze moving over the unnatural body boldly, without fear or disgust. “I thought I was here to humor you…am I not?” The Prince grumbled something about nerve, catching the boy’s chin and tipped it up to look into his face. “I wonder if it’s only a brave front…” He bowed his head down, canting it so the magnificent horns wouldn’t hurt the beauty before him, and breathed in his scent from the crook of his neck. It was exotic, smelling of foreign spices and sweet smoke, and the Prince could hear the blond chuckling. “You will just have to find out…” A hand slid into the blond spikes and grasped a handful of it to yank the boy’s head back to expose more of that neck, lips and tongue tasting it like an expert would a glass of fine, old wine. The bound arms of the shorter male slid around and to the Prince’s neck, the tanned body pressing against the pale one, and strong arms slid around him to yank him closer; a nip against the slender neck, then their mouths and tongues mingled heatedly. “Bed, now…” The blond laughed at him, merrily, at the demand. “Never heard of foreplay before?” He separated from the impatient Prince, though and stripped off his clothes while he sauntered to the bed, as well as he could with still bound hands.
“Foreplay isn’t something that is spared on the unwilling.”, the Prince grudgingly confessed. The blond turned, that apparently was a no…”Though I am rutting you, whether on the bed or where you stand, and it won’t be long anymore, either.” He untied the leather from around his waist so his garments would drop to the ground and his maturity stood proud just as he did, long as his one’s arm from wrist to elbow and as thick as the middle of the forearm…he was half bull, after all. “Still so brave?”, he queried, smugly, as he noticed the blond’s gaze on his loins.
“Nice…”, was all the boy said for now, sinking to his knees in front of the other and flicking his tongue against the head of the mighty erection. The Prince wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he let him play and after a moment, it began to feel good even…really good. The wanton little thing was fitting the whole head into his mouth, not being able to go much further, but the feelings that evoked in the standing Prince were incredible. “No wonder your playmates are afraid of you…sticking that into virgins must hurt…”, he purred when he pulled back, licking his lips, looking up through thick dark lashes. The white haired one felt a swooping sensation in his belly at that look and tangled a hand into wild blond hair again. “Show me your courage, pretty one…” He just hoped the kneeling male in front of him didn’t notice the slight waver in his voice. The white, slender tail swished behind the Prince as the pretty blond worked on him with his skilled mouth, the angry red head of his want being treated with lips and tongue before he pushed the head off, picking the tanned body up and all but throwing him onto bed, pouncing after him to straddle one of his legs. “Spread your legs.”
“Whoa…easy, big boy!”, the blond laughed. “You can’t just ram that thing into me, I’ll tear and break…and you don’t want me to scream in pain, right?” The Prince shook his head, leaning back and blinking at him, he seriously had no idea what to do…but the blond merely smiled and grabbed the small jar of massage oil from the night table. “Here, slick your fingers with that.”, he said, and the Prince dipped his fingers in, blinking at them dripping with the runny, scented oil. The blond smiled and spread his legs. “Put them there, now…carefully…mmmm yes, like that…” The digits vanished easily into the dustily rosy pucker, in and out, stretching and scissoring under the blond’s instructions. The blond stretched and writhed, blissfully, and eventually stopped the fingers, rubbing oil all over the mighty cock. “Now…careful.”
The slender tail swished again, excitedly, as the Prince moved between the widely spread legs and began pushing inside, uncharacteristically careful and gentle, for a reason, he was conscious of his maturity right now…it really was big, he couldn’t blame the slender, frail girls for fretting when seeing it. The blond beneath him though wasn’t panicking, no, he was egging him on and pulling him inside, wantonly, and the Prince had to forgive him the begging and the wanton demands…he usually punished people that demanded of him, he was a God after all, but…seeing the supple, lithe form spread out beneath him, not screaming in fear but want, he could ignore it, for once maybe. That sounded good, yes.
“Oh, by the Gods, more…”, the blond groaned, and the Prince pushed in deep and moaned himself.
In the morning, the blond slid from the bed and the embrace of the Prince, thinking the white haired one sleeping, and got dressed to leave, quietly. But the Prince sat up and watched him calmly, fondly even. “What is your name?”
The blond turned around, smiling at him. “That would spoil the exotic secret…” He laughed though. “It’s Mariku.” And with that, he left.
Mariku…he found him repeating that name to himself a week later still, and when his father asked, he turned to him during an opulent dinner. “Bring me back that blond from a week ago…I want him to be my bride!”
The King swallowed thickly, blinking at his demanding son. “There might be a problem with that…your plaything can’t return.”
“What? Why not?”
“Well…” The King sighed. “He was burned at the stake when he returned.” The Prince was quiet for a moment, trying to comprehend. “…WHAT! And you let something like this happen?!”
“They did it after the men were gone, I’m sorry, my son…”
“No! Saddle me a horse, they will die for that crime!”
The King tried hard to calm him, he could not afford to lose a village of his kingdom, nor could he afford to spread more fear against his son.
“He has a twin brother.”
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