| Garvas is a minotaur, part man, part bull. He is seven-and-a-half feet tall and about six-hundred pounds of solid muscle. He stands on two hooven feet, and other than having the head of a bull, looks like a very large human. Garvas has brains, oh, he won't win any science awards, but he gets by. He lives in a cave about ten miles from town. It's far enough away from town that no one comes out to purposely bother him. Yet, it is close enough that the trip can be made if he needs certain supplies that he cant catch, or make himself. For the most part Garvas likes to be alone, he stays away from town as much as possible. He was raised in a mercenary band, but decided to leave it when his brother won a woman that he was in love with. Out of jealousy his brother challenged him for the woman, because refusal would shred his honor in the band, he accepted, knowing his brother was the better warrior. He has an agreement with the captain of the guard, that if anyone in town is asking for a bodyguard, the captain will refer the person to Garvas, and send a runner out to tell him of the job offer. On a sunny summer day, while Garvas was out checking his traps, he heard some soft splashing in the stream nearby. “That sounded bigger than a fish,” he thought, curious, he decided to check it out. As he stealthily moved through the undergrowth, spear in hand, he heard a woman scream. Garvas ran toward the scream bursting into the river clearing. Quickly taking in the scene, he sees a wet, naked woman running from a wild boar. Garvas discards his spear, knowing that it is not the weapon to use against a boar, and draws his two-handed double-bladed battle-ax. Thus armed, he ran to head off the boar. He was halfway there when the woman tripped over a pile of clothes. With the boar is almost in his reach, he brings the ax up over his head and leaps forward, bringing the ax down on the back of the beasts neck with a mighty swing, decapitating the boar. The carcass slides to a stop at the feet of the terrified woman. The woman shakily got to her feet, clutching a dress to her chest in a vain attempt to hide her ample curves from him. “Are you all right?” he asked. “I am now, thanks to you, m-Mr. Garvas.” Catching the stumble, Garvas felt he needed to reassure her, “You will be all right, you have nothing to fear from me.” He had noticed that her dress was an expensive one and definitely not local made, he had her pegged as an out of towner just passing through. “Who are you, I don't recognize you. How do you know me?” Looking a little sheepish she said “I didn't, the captain said that you were out here somewhere…” “Right, there couldn't possibly be another minotaur out here.” There were times when people's stupidity really amazed Garvas. “You saved my life, I don't like being in anyone's debt. So if you please, kindly tell me what I can do to repay you, and I will be on about my business.” Looking her in the eyes he said “First you can drop that dress,” after she had done so he slowly looked her over, walking around her to get the full view. When he got back around to the front of her, he let a big broad grin spread across his face. “There's only one thing I can think of that you have which I need,” he let the warmth of his smile flow into his voice, “and that is this.” His hand whipped out, encircling her waist and he slowly pulled her up to him, molding her to his body with his strength. “What say you, wench?” “Is that all you could come up with?” she asked with an arched eyebrow. With a smirk, “You're the one who wanted an immediate decision,” he answered. “Is this truly what you ask of me?” she asked hoping for a no. “Yes.” No such luck, she thought, “Very well, get it over with.” With that said she tilted her head to the side, closed her eyes and waited. Ten seconds passed, silently. She peeked at him with one eye, he was standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face. “What?” Slowly the look faded, “I didn't think you would say yes. I was prepared for angry yelling, frantic screaming, even for feinting, but not for your acquiescence.” “Would you rather I did any of those instead?” “No, no. That's quite all right.” Garvas gently laid her on the soft grass of the riverbank. He laid down next to her and let his hand slide up her side to cup her breast, rubbing his thumb over the nipple until it hardened. Taking her nipple between his finger and thumb, he sucked the other one into his mouth, then firmly bit and pinched her nipples at the same time. Interrupting him she said “I realize you could take all day and be fine about it, but I have places to be today, so, speed it up will ya?” A little perturbed, he moved down to the junction of her thighs, pushed her feet up to her ears, and dove in tongue first. Using his tongue like the expert he is, he quickly had her moaning and thrashing on the riverbank. When he finally deemed her ready for him, which was way too long in her opinion, he got up, took off his fox fur breach cloth, and dropped to his knees next to her head. “I got you ready now it's your turn to do the same for me.” Wasting no time, she took a firm grasp of his hardening prick, licked it all the way up and down the shaft, finally taking it into her mouth. When it had finished growing it was thirteen inches long, and three inches wide. Sitting down, Garvas picked her up by the waist and positioned her over his throbbing tool. Allowing her time to acclimate to his immense size, he slowly lowered her onto his awaiting member. Although it had to have been very uncomfortable, she cried out only once upon entry. To both their astonishment, she took every inch that he had to offer. She planted her feet and rose up until only the tip was in, then squatted down, taking him back in. Garvas could not take much of this teasing, so he rolled her into her back and began long powerful strokes, thrusting in again and again. The closer he came to his peak the faster he would thrust, she was delirious with pleasure reaching orgasm after orgasm, each peak higher than the last. He continued to thrust again and again until finally, he came. It was so intense that his vision went white for what seemed a long time. So powerful was the feeling, the only sound he made was a low moan when he came down. As they washed in the river and then got dressed they said nothing. A soft farewell kiss, and she was gone. |
