The Horny Minotaur (The Horny Tales 3)

by Nikita King

  She was stuck in another dimension with a bunch of creatures where she was going to be passed around like a hot potato. The most attractive of all the creatures didn’t want her. It was obvious that she was pretty enough for him to whack off to, but that was going to stop this morning. She wanted his attention. She wanted someone to talk to. Someone to comfort her. She felt so alone in this.

  Sara still pretended to be asleep and she let her hands roam over her breasts. Another sharp intake of breath. Then she let her hands wander down to her pussy and she started rubbing her clit. Then she opened her eyes. His eyes were on her clit. Bad little Minotaur. She started moaning lowly and his eyes flicked up to her mouth, then her eyes. Her open eyes! Looking right into his. “Busted” was written all over his face. Sara had caught him and that put a little smile on her face.

  ***

  Warrick wasn’t expecting Sara’s eyes to be open. Hell, he had been caught. She was rubbing herself on purpose, not in her sleep. But………. her hands were not stopping. Sara kept rubbing her clit but now one hand came up and she started to caress her breast. Holy Hell, this was better than his imagination. The whole time she was staring into his eyes. She had guts.

  The first morning she caught him, she held his eyes but this time she was going to pleasure herself while he watched. Damn, she is hot. Then she started to groan. She tweaked a nipple and it started to pebble up hard and she put two fingers inside her while her thumb was circling her clit. Then she came with a groan and Warrick came right onto the floor. His body convulsed like some virgin that had no control over his body.

  Warrick started to worry, and worry was not good. He was starting to suspect that she might be the one, his mate. Ever since the moment he saw her, his body had tensed, ready to mate. The more time he spent around her, the more his dick would just get hard for no reason. He knew on some level she might be the one.

  Minotaurs didn’t have destined mates but they knew in their bones which females would make good mates for them. It was a feeling that flowed through them and it has been flowing through him ever since he saw her. She was beautiful and brassy and Warrick thought it was a good possibility that she was his.

  And that was when she stood up and walked over to him. She squatted down to where he was sitting on the floor and looked him right in the eye. She even stepped in his cum. He didn’t know if she did it on purpose or if it was an accident, but she didn’t even acknowledge it. Cool!

  “You listen to me, buddy. That’s twice I have woke up to you beating your meat off while watching me. If you can beat off to me, you can talk to me. Understand?” she demanded.

  He nodded.

  “I asked, do you understand?” Sara repeated in a stern voice an adult might use with a child.

  “I understand,” Warrick said with awe in his voice.

  “Good. I am lonely and scared, and I could use a little company. I am stuck with you for now and I’ll be damned if you are going to ignore me like I’m a fly on the wall. Now, let’s do this the right way. Hi, my name is Sara.”

  “Uh….. my name is Warrick, warrior for the Sandusty Tribe.”

  “Nice to finally meet you, Warrick. Now, let’s go over all the ways we could escape this place, shall we?”

  ***

  Over the next three days Warrick and Sara got to know each other.

  Warrick thought Sara was smart, sweet, and very beautiful inside and out. Sara told him about her life back in her world. He found out she liked to listen to music and drive very fast in something called a “car”. Apparently, she liked to run “for the fun of it,” which confused him. Once when he asked her why she would do such a thing, she simply stated it made her feel free.

  Apparently, back in her dimension, she was something called a librarian, which was someone who works in a building full of books. She helped people find the books that they wanted to read. Warrick told her he thought she was very generous for doing someone a service like that. Sara just laughed. Warrick loved her laugh. How anyone could laugh in a place like this he didn’t know. But she would tell him stories that made him laugh a time or two.

  She loved cats, books, music, and something called the Internet. She liked to cook but hated to clean up the mess. She used to have a man in her life, but he turned out to be an ass. Warrick didn’t like the thought of her with another man. She told Warrick that the man cheated on her. This baffled Warrick because he couldn’t imagine a man wanting another if they had someone like Sara.

  Sara started asking Warrick questions about himself. He was raised by his two Minotaur parents. They were very much in love. He smiled talking about them. Sara thought he had a very pretty smile. He had three brothers, one older and two younger. One of his brothers died in a battle that they had fought in together. Warrick blamed himself for his brother’s death, but from the way he described it to Sara, it didn’t sound like it was his fault. It sounded like Warrick was suffering from survivor’s guilt. He was a decorated warrior who had been in many battles.

  Warrick liked to hunt for sport. He enjoyed spending time with his family. He wanted a mate of his own one day and wanted a lot of calves. This dimension that they were in was his. His favorite thing was to ride his stallion “Wrath” at night.

  Warrick and Sara grew into a little bit of a routine. When the guards brought them food, they would share with each other. When they would get bored, Sara would lay her head in his lap and sing to him while he stroked her hair. She sang horribly but Warrick would never tell her that. She would tell him stories that she read out of some of her storybooks.

  One time Warrick came back from the showers and caught her doing a little dance in their stall while she was singing a song. She looked so damn cute, he couldn’t hide his smile.

  They even started to sleep together on Warrick’s bedding. He was worried about Pete. Pete seemed to watch Sara a little more than he should. Warrick didn’t want Pete to slip into the stall in the middle of the night and grab Sara. He didn’t even want to think about it. Pete hurting Sara; he would kill the bastard. But, every night was a trial for Warrick. Each night when she would lay with him and they would cuddle together, he couldn’t ignore his desire for her. There was no denying that he wanted her, and he believed Sara wanted him, too.

  One night during sleep, he woke to find her rubbing herself on his hard-on in her sleep. It drove him over the edge when she moaned out his name. He couldn’t help it; he put his hand on her breast and massaged it for a while. Finally, he had to turn over to relieve himself because he was afraid he just might breed her after all.

  ***

  One day there was a disturbance in the barn. Sara ran to the door of their stall to see what all the ruckus was about. She saw two guards escorting a woman into the breeding cage. The girl was fighting, but it really was no use. The guards were so much stronger than her. Sara’s heart went out to her. Walking behind them was the Centaur.

  “Look,” whispered Sara.

  “What is it?” Warrick stood to see what was going on.

  The woman continued struggling with the two men. Pete pulled a knife from a sheath that was strapped to his leg. He put the knife up to her throat.

  “Listen to me closely. If you fight us and prevent us from strapping you down for the Centaur, then what use are you to us? Either you let the Centaur breed you or we will kill you. It’s that simple,” he stated. Her eyes got wide with understanding and she let the two guards take her into the cage with Fury following behind. The Centaur spotted Sara looking at him and he winked at her. Warrick snorted from behind her.

  The woman went up to the platform in the cage and let them buckle her in on all fours. The rise was only as tall as her kneecap which didn’t seem very tall but it all started to make sense for Sara. She only needed to be lifted as high as the Centaur needed to breed her.

  The men walked to stand in the corner of the cage, where Sara could hardly see them. It was obvious that the Centaur didn’t need any help. She watched the Centaur and
his dick was already getting hard. He came up behind the woman and reared up on hind legs and plopped down his two front hooves on the rise, leaving his hind legs on the ground. This put his penis in perfect alignment for her pussy. The Centaur didn’t waste any time. He nudged his mushroom-shaped penis head into her opening but that was about as far as it was going to go. The Centaur did his best to push in but since he was so big and she wasn’t really in the mood, there was no lubrication, so he couldn’t enter. The Centaur came off the rise and walked to the front, where the woman’s head was. He turned to the two men in the corner.

  “You guys are going to have to unbuckle her. I need to get her in the mood.”

  The guards nodded like this wasn’t uncommon. Both men unbuckled the woman and moved back to the corner, out of the way. Since they were all in a locked cage together, the guards didn’t have to worry about her running away. The Centaur held his hand out to the woman.

  “Don’t be afraid, stand up for me.”

  She took his hand and came off of the rise. With the woman standing, this made them about the same height. He folded the woman into his arms and kissed her with so much passion it even made Sara wet. The Centaur brought the naked woman up against his body. It was so strange to see. Looking at them standing together, one would have thought the Centaur was human, but when seen from the side, it was quite clear he wasn’t.

  The Centaur’s hands started to roam all up and down her back, grabbing at her ass and pulling it toward his body. He was actually getting her aroused, and Sara could see why. The Centaur’s upper body was muscular and he had a very handsome face. His most dramatic quality was his long flowing black hair. It came down to the middle of his back, right about where his horse body started. This was not lost on the woman in his arms either.

  She ran her fingers through his hair. He moaned into her mouth and his right hand slid around to her stomach and he twisted her pelvis a little to the side and then he slid a finger into her. You could hear her moan from Sara’s cage. The Centaur then put another finger in, and then another. He started thrusting three fingers into her pussy all at once. His tempo became faster. She was putty in his hands.

  He broke his mouth away from hers. His lips trailed kisses down her neck and then onto her breasts. He nibbled and licked at the nipples while he continually plunged his three fingers into her. The woman was panting heavily now. The Centaur pulled up from her breasts and put his mouth up to her ears. “Your breasts are perfect for nursing our colt once you have given birth.” You could see the conflicting emotions on her face. The thought horrified her, yet at the same time, it turned her on. “I am going to make your pussy dripping wet for me so you can be ready to accept me.” He said in a breathy tone.

  The Centaur was affected by the dirty talk as much as the woman was. His horse dick was rock hard and his eyes were glassy. “Don’t you want to feel my dick inside you, gorgeous? I am going to ride you so hard,” he panted into her ear as he continued to finger her harder. “I am going to cum so hard in your tight little pussy; you’ll orgasm on my cock when you feel the flood of it. Then our colt will grow in your sexy little body. Oh, God, do you know how sexy you will be swollen with my babe? I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

  That was all it took for her. She came! Screaming out to the whole barn. The Centaur was panting heavily by this time. “Baby, go down on all fours where I can put my cock into you. I want my dick to feel you while your cunt is pulsing.” She did. She couldn’t get there fast enough. She got up on the platform on her own accord and spread her legs like a shameless hussy.

  The Centaur quickly hoisted his front hooves onto the platform and sought out her spasming pussy. It took him three blind thrusts before he hit his target. His mushroom head was pushed into her opening, but the Centaur wasn’t going to let his dick slip out. He pushed it in harder and all the creatures heard the woman groan with a pleasure/pain sound all around the barn.

  The Centaur was about halfway in when he thrust again and her pussy gave way. He was able to get over half of his dick into her, which Sara imagined filled the woman to the brim. “Oh Gawd,” the woman screamed out. The woman was panting with labored breaths. “That’s right baby, take my cock,” he purred.

  The Centaur started a steady pace while thrusting his horse cock into the girl. Sara noticed the Centaur’s muscular back and shoulders tensing from his efforts. It was so strange for Sara to see this beautiful, sexy man attached to a horse’s body below his waist. This was mind-blowing, but it was so erotic at the same time. When did this become normal to her?

  Sara started breathing really hard from her arousal. That’s when she looked at the Centaur’s face and noticed that while he was fucking the woman, he was staring. Right. At. Her. She heard Warrick snort hard behind her. She could tell that the Centaur had spotted Warrick because of the look that crossed his face. There was no doubt. Fury wanted Sara. There was no reason to deny it. But the heat she felt on her back was letting her know that Warrick knew it too, and he didn’t approve one bit.

  Sara still stood at the door of her cage, holding onto the bars to keep her upright. She felt Warrick step close up to her back. The Minotaur was watching the spectacle in the middle of the barn just as much as she was. He was also just as turned on by it as she was, if the tremendous hard penis at her back was any indication.

  His chest was heaving with labored breaths. His arms gently touched her thighs and he started caressing his fingers up her legs. Chill bumps rose all over her. She was wearing a little red teddy with a bit of a skirt on it. Warrick skimmed over the satin, up over her stomach and his large hands landed on her ample breasts. She was panting with lust, and she thought her lungs would explode. He was holding both of her breasts in his hands, kneading them. He circled one of the nipples with the tip of his finger.

  The satin rubbing between her nipple and his hand was pure heaven. Sara sighed and she felt Warrick push his hips and his hard-on harder against her backside. He dipped his hand in from the top of her teddy and pulled out one breast and held it in his hand. Sara gasped, and she held onto the bars on the cage for dear life. He had been sexually unresponsive to her all week. One night she had even tried to seduce him while she pretended to be asleep. He fondled her a little but he never let it get any further than that. She was afraid if she moved, he would step away.

  The Minotaur’s breaths were getting husky and he started worrying the nipple with his fingers. Then he started rolling it between two fingers. Sara groaned out loud, and then she realized she heard more moaning coming from the barn.

  Sara looked around and saw that nearly all the creatures in the stalls along the walls were watching the breeding taking place in the center of the cage. Either they were stroking themselves, or they were in some form of sexual activity with the female partner in their cage.

  The Xerr had his female on her knees while his long dick was going in and out of her throat. Sara looked closely at the Xerr; he was a large hump-backed hairy monster with scaly slimy skin. He had a huge head with sharp teeth and fierce claws. She never knew how big his dick was because it was always sheathed. She just remembered when the guard brought her in she hoped they wouldn’t put her in his cage.

  Sara then looked over at the Troll. Before her trip to this alternate dimension, she thought Trolls were short and icky. That was not the case. This Troll was a massive monster that stood around seven feet tall. His skin was greyish-green and he had a monster dick. His face was scrunched in and he had fangs.

  Sara looked at the Troll through her bars. He had his female down on all fours while he was mounting her. He was just sliding his dick in and out of his female at a leisurely pace. Sara doubted he could do anything fast. Not even fuck. Sara looked around and there were a lot more creatures, all having some form of sex with their partner.

  Sara turned her sights back to the Centaur. He was still fucking the woman. Hard! She was moaning in pure bliss. The Centaur could fuck; he worked that pussy like he
owned it. He was beautiful. The only disadvantage with the Centaur was while he was fucking the woman he couldn’t reach her body to stroke her or kiss her.

  The Centaur loved this, he absolutely loved fucking. He wanted to breed, to get the woman pregnant. Fury was pumping into the woman. When he looked up his eyes landed right back on Sara. Warrick must have noticed because he wrapped a possessive arm around Sara’s waist. The Centaur pulled his cock out to the tip and slammed back in. Sara gasped at the sight. Her pussy creamed a little bit more and the Minotaur could smell it.

  ***

  Warrick got pissed! The fucking Centaur was turning his female on. He was supposed to be turning her on, dammit.

  “What are you doing? I thought you didn’t want to breed with me?” Sara asked. The Minotaur continued to roll her nipple.

  “Oh, I want to fuck you, make no mistake about that!” Warrick said ‘fuck’ with such a husky voice, Sara’s pussy creamed even more. Warrick’s nostrils pulled in the air and his grip on her breast got even tighter; he was staking his claim. She was his.

  “If I lost control of myself and allowed myself to breed a female, I’d be damned if anyone would take her away from me. I would kill or be killed. I don’t fuck for sport like that stupid fucking horse! When I mate, it means something,” Warrick stated with steel resolve.

  Warrick started talking in a deep commanding voice. “You stir feelings in me that I haven’t felt in a long time. Dammit, I want to fuck you. Fuck you so hard that you would never look at that damn Centaur with lust in your eyes again! But know this, when I take you, you will be mine. Do you understand? Only mine! You will never be with another human or creature again. I will be the only one, do you understand?” Warrick stated it while he was fondling her breast.

  His need was getting more urgent and he felt he was about to lose his mind. He took his tongue and licked her from neck to ear. She shivered against him. The sex noises in the barn weren’t helping his fight. It was getting harder to stay out of her; she was already rubbing herself up and down his shaft. She wanted him, he could tell. He breathed in her scent. Her arousal was going to be his undoing.