The Minotaur

You went camping with a bunch of your friends towards the middle of autumn, right as all the leaves change color and started to fall. It was still warm enough during the days that there was no issue, it was at night when it began to chill. The mornings when you woke up made the cold nights worth it, the crispness of the air and the glowing sun rises made you feel alive.

On a hike, you become separated from your friends. You had gone off the path to find somewhere to relieve yourself, then when you came back you couldn’t find them anywhere. You went along the path and found yourself somewhere unfamiliar.

The rocky ledges came close together, forming a hallway like structure. The further you went you came across dead ends and further passages. You felt like you were trapped in a maze. In fact, that was the only way to describe it the longer you remained. You tried to double back and leave the way you came, only you seemed to dig yourself in deeper.

As night came and the air grew cold you knew you had to do something. You tried climbing up the wall, finding it hard to cling to the smooth surface. You try and find rocks to stand upon, yet they aren’t that many around you.

As night falls you slip your back down the wall and stare up at the sky, a few tears splash down your cheek and you press your forehead to your knees. You tell yourself that now is not the time to panic, you need to stay calm and continue working to find some way out.

You pick yourself up off the ground and continue trekking through the maze. As you delve further you start finding things along your path. You find an apple, which you’re more than happy to eat. Next, you come across a trail nuts and you find no shame in picking them up to eat as well. After a while, you find another apple which you pocket it for later.

You see a glow ahead of you and you run ahead, coming to a fork in your path where there is a torch placed above what looks like a well. You turn the crank on the side, elated to see the bucket full of crystal clear water that you gulp down like air.

You sit down and lean back against the well, your eyes heavy and body exhausted from walking all day. You try to keep your senses but exhaustion soon takes over and you drift to sleep there at the well.

You wake in the morning, your head resting on something soft and you feel warm and comfortable. You slowly rise up and rub your eyes, looking around your surroundings you are no longer at the well. You’ve woken up in a small tent, wrapped in fur blankets and in a straw stuffed bed.

You get up, wondering if you’ve been saved or have traveled back in time, both sound like implausible options at this point. You go to the flap of the tent and peek outside, wondering if you’ll see someone.  All you see is more stone walls and a path that turned very dark.

You step out of the tent and look around. The tent sits in the center of a large circle, to one side you see trees and a small garden, a path next to it, on the other side a deep fountain that pours from a face on the wall, another path beside it.  On the other side of the tent, there’s a snuffed out campfire with a seat and a small chest near it. You realize you are in the very center of the maze and that you aren’t alone here. Someone or something else has brought you here to their home.

You’re looking down the path that turns dark and you hear something coming. You duck into the tent and peer out the flap as you see a monstrous figure come out of the shadows. It’s tall and broad, mostly nude too. As it comes closer you see it’s shape is mostly man, the skin is pure white with some pink along the chest and belly and splotches of gray along the arms and sides. The head takes the shape of a bull, large golden horns protruding from the sides of its skull, glinting as he stepped into the light. A ridge of white hair from the top of its head and down his back, a whip like tail swishing behind it.

You retreat further into the tent and hide back in the bed, covering yourself completely as you hear it come closer. It opens the tent and looks inside then leaves a moment later. You peek back out, hearing it walk around the tent.

You get up again and peer out, taking a slow step outside, you think for a moment you can get away and as you make a dash for the path that goes dark you stop. Hesitating at the entrance you think to yourself that you could just get lost all over again, this time with no hope or help, just to die somewhere in these walls. You turn back and look around you, even if the creature that brought you here was strange had he even done anything to you? You wander back towards the tent and peek around it, seeing the creature at the fountain washing himself. Rubbing water up to his arms and then splashing his face. He turns around and sees you watching him, his eyes grow wide and he takes a step back, tripping over a bucket and splashing into the fountain. He struggles to find footing and you rush to him, taking his hand and try to help him find his balance you end up in the water too.

After a few moments of confused splashing you both manage to sit up and get out of the fountain. You both sputter and shiver to find words, instead he leaves and goes to start a fire. You stand there, soaking wet and unsure what to do. You strip off your wet clothes, draping them over limbs in one of the trees. Using a blanket from inside the tent to wrap around yourself you go and join the minotaur by the fire.

“I didn’t mean to pull you in,” he says after a moment, his voice low and quiet.

“It’s ok,” you start, “I didn’t mean to scare you in the first place.” You try to smile reassuring at him, if not a little nervous. “I really should thank you. You may have saved my life last night.”

He turns his great head away from you and fidgets with his fingers. “It got too cold last night to leave you alone. You’re so small so…”

You blush, you’ve never been called small before, although next to him to do feel downright tiny.

“It has been,” his voice trembles slightly as he finds the nerve to speak to you, “a very long time since someone found the maze.”

“Just my luck I guess,” you murmur, hugging the blanket around you tight as a chilly wind blows.

“You should go back inside, it’s warmer in there for you,” he stands to lead you back inside.

As you stand up,the blanket parts to reveal a peek at your body. The minotaur turns his head away, a slight redness coming to his milky skin. You close up the blanket, though you can’t help smiling. He opens the tent for you and you step inside.

“I’ll put your clothes closer to the fire, just relax until then,” he says and turns away.

When he leaves you open the blanket and peer down at yourself and smiles, pleased by his reaction to you.

You lay down on the bed again, curling up and letting yourself drift asleep again as you grow warm and comfortable.

When you wake again you find your clothes neatly laid out. You put on just the hoodie and find your panties are missing. You tug the hoodie down and decide to sneak out to see if they had fallen on the ground somewhere. As you look along the ground you hear the minotaur grunting and panting. You spy from around the tent, seeing the creature sitting before the fire, one hand clutching your panties to his face while the other strokes his thick, long cock.

Your jaw drops and you find yourself frozen in place as our watch him. A slickness drips between your legs and you squeeze your thighs together as the tingling heat grows the more you watch. His pleasured grunts grow and his fists pumps faster over his great cock. You reach down, touching yourself in hopes of finding relief. You can’t help but think to yourself what such a thing would feel like inside you.

You hear him bellow and moan and you watch as he cums in his fist, thick pearly cream shoots between his fingers as he shivers and breathes in your scent from the panties still clutched to his nose.

You turn and go as fast as you can back into the tent without making a noise. You lay back under the blankets. You touch yourself, never have you felt this wet before. You rub your clit, trying to soothe the ache there. You imagine the minotaur holding you and kissing you, holding you as he impales you on his majestic cock. You bite your lip, trying to find some relief as you plunge your fingers inside you.

“Are you awake?” You hear from outside the tent.

You yelp and sit up, “yeah, yeah yes!” You blush despite yourself.

“Sorry did I startle you?”

“No uhm-” you wipe your hands on the sheets. “Just woke up is all.”

“Oh, well if you’re hungry there’s food out here.”

You look around, still not seeing your underwear. You slip on your shorts without them, your sex aching and needing release. You go to the fire, seeing him sitting where he had been before.

“What did you make?” You asked,

He flinches and looks at you, “I caught fish earlier,” he says.

You take the seat beside him and he offers you a roasted fish on a stick. You eat beside him, fidgeting a bit as your squeeze your thighs together for some relief and prayed he didn’t notice.

He seems to leave you to yourself, every so often asking you a question and making sure you’re comfortable. Other than that, he’s off on his own, tending to his small garden or disappearing into the dark path.

At night you go into the tent when it gets too cold. He says he’s fine staying by the fire at night, but on one particularly cold evening you insist he sleep in the tent with you. He lays with his back to you on a pallet by the straw bed. You can’t sleep, ever since that day you’ve been having dreams about him mounting you and making you wake wet and desperate.

You reach out to him, touching his arm and stroking down his back. He shivers and turns his head, “is something wrong?”

You lick your lips and nod, “I’m cold, come closer.”

He hesitates, “I don’t think-”

“Please,” you mewl to him.

He sighs and complies, scooting over until he’s on the straw mattress with you. You smile to yourself and touch his broad chest, your fingers trailing on his silken, white skin. You part your lips and kiss his neck, running your tongue along the sinew.

He grips onto you but doesn’t push you away. “What are you doing?” He shivers.

“Sorry I just….” you whine and shake your head. “I want you to touch me,” you blurt out to him. “Hold me and kiss me, please.”

He swallows and strokes his big hand over your face, his thumb parting your lips you take it into your mouth and suck on him. A low moan rumbles in his throat as he watches you. He replaces his thumb with his mouth, kissing you softly as the heat grew he presses closer and held you tight.

You wrap your arms around his neck and moan into his mouth. He pulls back and sits up, looking down at your naked body. HIs hands slowly trace over you, touching every soft and supple curve. His eyes widen and nostrils flare as he dips down, licking and kiss across your skin.

When he reaches the apex of your thighs you part them for him, reaching below you show him how wet and ready you are for him.

“I’ve been wanting you for a long time,” you admit to him.

He kisses your needy sex and a relieved mewl parts your lips. His thick tongue laps up your cream and he nuzzles against you, kissing and nibbling and licking, making you whimper with joy as he finds his way.

You reach down and pet his ears and grab hold of his horns, using them for balance as he pushes a finger inside you.

“Yes,” you cry out, gripping onto him from inside. You want more, you want to beg loudly for it.

He raises up from between your legs, his fingers moving inside you and he kisses up your body until he’s at your lips again. You kiss him back, gripping to his shoulders as his fingers move faster, pressing inside you. You bury your face into his neck, pressing your bodies close together as you begin to feel real relief. You gasp against his neck as he shiver, your legs spasming. You sigh softly as his fingers pull out.

“Is that enough?” He asks.

“Huh?” You murmur.

“Is that all you wanted?” He asks.

You shake your head and kiss him again, your hand reaching between you as you reach for his cock and stroke it. He grunts, fidgeting as you touch him. You grasp him and stroke him, remembering that day.

“You won’t need my panties anymore,” you whisper to him and he flinches. You giggle and kiss him again, “don’t worry, I’m not mad.” You push him onto his back and climb him, straddling his hips and rutting yourself against him.

He stares up at you in awe, he stops breathing as your sit up and bring him to your entrance. His eyes widen and he groans long as you sit on him, slowly taking him inside you as you lower down.

You sit on his hips and relish in the sensation, so over stuffed and full, finally satisfied after all this time of longing. You move your hips, grinding him inside you and feeling every savory inch. You moan and bounce slow at first.

His hands grasp and stroke you, resting on your hips and moving you more. You smile down at him, “you don’t have to stay still,” you assure him.

He grunts as he sits up, kissing you more as he uses his hands to move you. You press against him, enjoying the closeness and the touching of skin. He seems unsure how to move, but soon finds a rhythm he enjoys. He grunts and moans, whispering your name in between kisses.

He soon can’t take it and he pushes you onto your back, lifting your hips so your legs are over his shoulders and he drives into you. Powerful, earth-shaking thrusts that make you scream out in elation. He snarls and bellows, huffing and puffing as his hips slam into you, his heavy sack smacking against your ass.

You’re unraveling and shaking, all the built up tension screaming out of your body as he makes you cum again and again.You claw down his back, arching your back as he continues to use your body.

Finally, in one shattering bellow he releases inside you. The throbbing makes your eyes roll back as the heat floods your body. He stuffs you so full of his seed you feel your belly tighten. You look up to him, smiling blissfully as he collapses onto your chest until his heaving slows.

You wake from a stupor to feel him kissing and nuzzling you all over. You smile and pet his ears. He whispers into your ear and kisses you more, thanking you over and over. You giggle and thank him in return, cuddling to his broad chest as his warm arms tighten around you.

In the morning you ride the bull again, letting him breed you again with his warm seed. Whereas before he seemed to leave you be, he now was always by your side. Kissing and touching you, years of being alone had made him needy. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed the affection. And while at first you feel a little guilty enjoying the creature comforts of sex with him, you decide to throw those worries away. You both give in to each other and the solitude of the maze to make up for lost time.

Eventually he returns your panties and apologizes for it, embarrassed of his behavior. You tell him he can keep them, but now they aren’t necessary unless he wants you to wear them. You admit to him how much you enjoyed watching him that day and how often you dreamed of him afterwards. You two confess to growing feelings and make love slowly under the stars. You take all night, kissing and touching, forgetting everything but each other.

You forget to ask to be shown a way out of the maze, to be honest, you don’t really want to leave. You enjoy his company and affection, he seems so lonely you feel it would break his heart if you left, especially now that your belly begins to swell with his child. There’s no point in leaving anymore, in fact, it is almost as if you were meant to be here. For the time being you stay by his side, falling in love with the minotaur in the maze.