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The Minotaur

I polished the story a bit and finally finished it. This was written as a present to a very special (in a good way) girl here on xhamster. You know who you are. Enjoy ;-)

Setting: Warhammer Fantasy, Dark Elf Kingdom of Naggaroth...

Part 1: The Ambush

The coach was rumbling along the road going from the city of Ghrond, the northern seat of Morathi's cabal of Sorceresses, to one of the Witch King's Watchtowers in the far north, guarding the Dark Elf kingdom of Naggaroth from incursions of various chaos marauders, b**stmen and other creatures of chaos. The Hung, tribes of short, stubby and notoriously filthy and foul-smelling horsemen were the main threat, but the others were not to be ignored. The watchtowers also operated as forward scouting posts for Morathi's Sorceresses gazing north into the ever-changing realm of chaos, the source of all magic in the world. All sorceresses in the cabal had to take their turn doing this and while not generally popular, Maelill had drawn the short straw this time. While the ride was certainly both cold and uncomfortable, the real nuisance would be to have to be away from the splendors of Morathi's debouched court for a full year, not to mention to be away from the secret temples of Slaanesh, the chaos god of Pleasure and Pain... Maelill was sitting, covered in furs, idly stroking herself between her legs, desperately trying to keep herself from being so damn bored. Reading was impossible in this blasted terrain. She already regretted not purchasing that big Norseman on the slave market the other day... she certainly wouldn't have minded riding a big, warm, human slave cock right now... Having him chained to the seat, so that she could have enjoyed his hot, warm cock inside her as the coach was traversing the bumpy terrain. Damned she hated her rivals for pulling strings, so that she was selected for this dubious honor... She was certain Eldyrah was behind it, that jealous, second rate Sorceress that had always had it in for her, ever since Maelill bested her in a Sorceress duel as an Apprentice, leaving her scorched and half-bald...

As the coach and the escort of a dozen armed dark elf soldiers riding dark steeds were making their way up a slope on the edges of the western side of the mountain chain knows as the Spiteful Peaks, most of them covered in thick furs to keep out the cold winds, as spring had just come, if ever such a thing could ever be said to be a thing in Naggaroth. It wasn't known as the Land of Chill for nothing. The little caravan was still only hazily visible, due to the winds throwing up the latest thin layer of soft snow that had covered the ground into the cold air.  Hidden yes watched the caravan get closer... Watched with a b**stly hunger from the shadows of a snow-covered patch of pine forest... It had been a hard winter... Harder than usual, and the tribe had suffered as a result. Hunger was felt by everyone, even by Kar-gor himself, the old Minotaur doombull leading the tribe. He could smell the scent of horseflesh on the wind. The scent of dark elves, their oiled blades in their scabbards, and something else, a sweet musky scent... Kar-gor's groin began to stir as he sat covered in halfway under a pine three, the rest of his normally black fur now cowered by a thin layer of white snow. His massive battle-axe was held in one hand, ready for when the trap was sprung. His hunting pack of fearsome b**stmen gors and smaller ungors were also ready, concealed as he was. It seemed as if the dark elf messenger had spoken the truth, that there was indeed a dark elf sorceress in the coach, or Druchii as they liked to call themselves. She would make a fine prize indeed. Luckily he knew how to take care of her sort... All was ready. Soon.. Very soon now...

Maelill was busy with her fingers between her long, elegant, porcelain white thighs, when suddenly there were shouts of alarm from the guards outside. By Khaine's bloody swords, off course it had to be something when she was finally getting close... She swore under her breath that if this was some bandit attack, she'd turn them all inside out with her dark sorcery, turn them into witless flesh-things... She had done so before. One didn't get away with attacking a Sorceress of the cabal of sorceresses in Naggaroth without suffering greatly for it.  Maelill threw off her furs, moved to the door, and opened it to look out at the scene, and for the first time in many year, she turned suddenly afraid. They were being ambushed by a bestmen horde at least three times their number and they were already upon them. That wasn't what truly made her afraid though, she had handled worse before with her sorcery. It was the massive, black furred Minotaur with bulging muscles that was almost upon the coach that almost made her blood freeze, as he was nearly upon her, charging with his massive, forward curving horns directly at the side of the coach. Maelill threw herself back inside, just before he impacted with it, sending splinters of wood everywhere, before throwing the whole coach over on its side, making it grind to a halt. Maelill, although agile as only an elf could be, wasn't ready for that, in such a confined space, which knocked her head on the ceiling as it flipped over, knocking her u*********s...

Maelill could hear gruff voices, as if in a distance... Some vaguely familiar language... Then they were slowly getting clearer... She could feel a dull pain in the back of her head... It slowly dawned on her that she was moving... Her head still spinning, she forced her eyes open, only to see a strange sight indeed... She seemed to be looking down at more than thirty savage looking b**stmen, with cloven hooves, horns, fur instead of skin and a general goat-like appearance. They were all carrying great pieces of meat, various captured weapons, armor etc... It slowly dawned upon Maelill that she was captured, and likely the only survivor of her small caravan. She began to turn her head, groaning a little as she did so, trying to get her bearings, only to look at a massive black-furred back, and a thickly muscled neck. She was clearly being carried like some sack over the shoulders of the massive black-furred Minotaur she saw in the attack. The impudence of the thing! Once she got her head working properly, she'd obliterate them all! Foolish b**sts!  It began to dawn upon her that she was warm at least. That the b**st had taken her furs and thrown over her as he carried her, and the heat from the b**st itself did much to keep her warm. Then another sensation dawned upon her. She could feel a cold ring of steel around her slim neck. Rage began to fill her, clearing her head wonderfully. She would teach them all. She began to chant a spell that would snuff out the souls of the b**sts walking behind the Minotaur, enabling her to use their souls to power her next spell, which she would use to blast the b**st carrying her to bits, using bolts of fiery black bolts of dark magic...

Maelill was halfway into the chanting of her first spell, when it dawned upon her that she could barely feel the winds of magic at all, that she was being blocked from being able to manipulate them to any meaningful extent. Then she could feel what was blocking her. The steel collar round her neck! Just as the realization struck her, confusion set in... How? Such simple b**sts shouldn't be able to do any such thing!  Just as the confusion hit her fully, and realization began to set in, she could feel the bovine snout of the minotaur carrying her press against the back of her left thigh, and then she could feel and hear his massive nostrils flaring... sniffing her... Sniffing in the scent of her still damp little pussy... Oh no, she thought. The b**st couldn't think too... That would tear her apart!  Surely! She panicked a little, beginning to struggle, the only result being that she felt a massive paw being placed over the small of her back, on top of her elegant furs, pinning her in place, humiliatingly effortlessly...

The tribe walked for nearly a day and a half straight, their path winding through the mountains and small pine forests here and there, only to arrive at the camp, which was set in a deep valley, covered in a forest, with a newly thawed stream & lake going through it. The tribe wandered down into the valley, to the far end, where the tribe obviously held camp. Maelill had fallen asleep a few times, due to the surprisingly comfortable position over the Minotaur's massive shoulder, covered in her furs as she was, but now she paid attention, looking for possible escape routes etc., but not finding any acceptable ones. Most of the tribe clearly gathered around a massive stone monolith in front of a dark cave entrance in a sheer mountainside at the very end of the valley. The monolith was covered in lots of symbols, dominated by a big, eight-pointed star in the middle, the symbol of chaos undivided she knew from her sorcerous studies. The Minotaur suddenly turns towards the tribal warriors following him and barks out some loud, growling orders to the lesser b**stmen, and Maelill sees them pile the heads of her druchii guards by the foot of the monolith. A well-deserved faith for failing her so miserably she thought spitefully. The Minotaur then turned towards the dark cave entrance, and walked straight for it, causing Maelill to shudder a little... She had not been so defenseless since she was a c***d, and she dreaded what was awaiting her...

Once inside, Maelill was suddenly grabbed with a massive fist around her hips, and then lifted one handed and set down on the floor of the cave, stumbling a little before falling on the uneven cave floor. The Minotaur clearly wasn't afraid of her fleeing, so the foul collar was obviously deemed to be enough. The big b**st suddenly turned back towards the cave exit and bellowed something in its dark tongue, which was deafening in the confines of the cave.  Soon after, a lesser b**stman came running with  torch in hand, and lit a big fire in the middle of the floor, before hurriedly exiting again, obviously afraid of the much bigger creature. The cave seemed to be a somewhat simple affair, with a fire pit in the middle, a bunch of sacks and chests that were likely the tribe's collected loot stashed up against one wall, a massive, carved type stone throne against the other wall. Beyond the fireplace, there was a big pile of bear furs on the stone floor. There was really little else, apart from the odd, somewhat ominous looking steel ring set in the wall or ceiling here and there...

The massive, ten foot, black furred Minotaur stood in front of Maelill... Its bovine eyes looked down at her. Damn... Here it comes Maelill thought... Fucked to death by a Minotaur in the middle of nowhere. She desperately tried to reaching for the winds of magic again, but she only managed to create an embarrassing little black shadow in front of her hands, before it too faded away... The Minotaur made a deep, snorting sound... Perhaps it was a chuckle... Then it grabbed her whole head in one massive paw, raising her up on her feet. Then it pulled off her expensive furs and threw them to the floor. Maelill knew what was coming, but wouldn't give the b**st the satisfaction of seeing her scared, so she arched her back, tried to look up at the best in defiance... The other hand came for her, and then put it between her legs, under her skirt... A massive thumb then rubbed against her pussy... forcefully... too big to penetrate, so it rubs over the pubic bone and clit... Maelill was fuming... Looking up at the big thing, using all her willpower to match its gaze. The bit thumb kept rubbing, and suddenly it dawned on Maelill that she was getting turned on... A lot... her pussy was beginning to drip... She moaned, and her gaze faltered... Her cheeks flushed red... The big b**st was clearly intelligent enough to understand her condition, as it used its index finger to probe her pussy opening... Maelill lost a little control of her body, and began to press herself against the b**st's big thumb... She both regretted and loved that she didn't use to wear underwear at the moment... She saw the b**sts nostrils flare again, and as she turned down her gaze, she was shocked... Its loincloth was being pushed to the side, but what must be a massive 20" cock... Dark... Veined... Hard... Tip dripping of pre-cum... Clearly the b**st had been eager to get back to its cave...

Maelill couldn't take her gaze of the thing between its legs... There was worse ways to die she supposed, she found herself thinking, u*********sly licking her lips and moaning like a Slaaneshi Daemonette in heat. The coarse skin of the b**st's fingers played with her wet little pussy, and she found herself willingly grinding against them. The b**st suddenly withdrew its hand from between her leg, only to grab her hips with both hands. She was suddenly lifted into the air, up above the head of the b**st, which then maneuvered her so that her long, elven legs were resting on the massive horns of its head, her crotch in front of its big mouth. It used its thumb to lift up her skirt in front, getting it out of the way... Then it stuck out a long, thick, pinkish, bovine tongue, and licked her over her whole, wet crotch with its big, wide tongue... It clearly tasted her... Maelill could feel its warm breath against her pubic bone and clit, as it licked eagerly over her whole, smooth, elven crack at once, from her smooth little ass to up over her pubic bone... Maelill moaned... No elven tongue could touch her like that, covering so much at once... Her pussy was clearly dripping, and the b**st was obviously enjoying her scent and taste... With all hope of escape gone, she hoped that if she just tasted good enough, if she could make the b**st cum, then maybe she wouldn't end up being eaten by the tribe after... The b**st's tongue probed her wet hole, before forcing itself into her... Wriggling and twisting deep inside her, like a living snake, stretching her soaked wet, little hole... It was far thicker than any elf, or slave cock she had ever enjoyed... Maelill couldn't stop herself... She came... Being held up high in the air, she began to squirt on the b**st's face... over its tongue... Her juices dripping from the b**st’s tongue and down on the cave floor... She screamed. It didn't stop stretching her with its massive tongue... She kept cuming, twitching uncontrollably in its massive hands, and the thing just continued mercilessly... It continued until Maelill's brain overloaded, and she blacked out in its big, furry hands...

Maelill lowly came to herself. Before her vision returned, she could already feel that something wasn't as it was supposed to be. She could feel it in her shoulders more than anything, perhaps with the exception between her pale, slim legs...Before she could manage open her eyes, it dawned upon her that she was restrained, and hanging by her slender arms above her head, which got her heart to beat faster and to open her eyes in panic. What she saw when opening her eyes did little to reassure her. She was naked, hanging from leather manacles, secured to a rusty iron ring from the ceiling of the cave with fine looking chain. Her toes were barely touching the ground, and she could see long strands of her own juices dripping to the cave floor from her smooth, pale and pink little pussy, illuminated by the fire in front of her. Her body twitched a little, her orgasms still not entirely over... She was breathing heavily, and discovered she had actually been drooling a little, down onto her firm little breasts... Her nipples were aching for attention...  She tried to get her legs under her, to spare her slender writs the strain, and found that she could just about manage to find the floor with her small feet. Then she heard the sounds, and she peered out into the mouth of the cave, past the flickering fire, to see silhouettes of dozens of horned b**stmen, that seemed to have gathered there. She could see the reflections from the fire in their a****listic eyes... Then she head deep and heavy breathing behind her, high above her head...

Panic almost overcame her, and she tried to get loose from her restraints, and she even found herself whimpering and screaming a little, fearing that this was the end, that she was the tribe's next meal... A massive hand suddenly grabbed her hair from behind, pulling her hair so that she had to look up and back, up at the big, black, horned head of the monster that had violated her... It dawned upon her that the b**st didn't seem hungry, as far as she could make out its expression at all. Then she felt it against the back of her shoulder blades... the massive, warm, hard, slick cock-head of the b**st. It was easily the size of both her fists combined... It couldn't mean too... She suddenly found herself desperately pleading... She had enjoyed some well-endowed Norse slaves on more than one occasion, but nothing even remotely close to the massive cock of the b**st now behind her... She desperately tried to reach for the winds of magic again, but found that she was blocked almost entirely, her panic not helping at all... The Minotaur then put one massive, black furred hand on her flat, pale tummy, and then it let the hand go down, while its massive thumb rubbed over her left breast, over her rock hard pink nipple...  A massive finger shoved its way between her legs, making her have to separate them a little... Maelill knew it could feel her juices coating its finger... She had never been so wet before... Her pussy felt like it was on fire. It was so humiliating to be treated this way, especially by one of them and in front of lesser creatures such as these filthy b**sts... 

The Minotaur apparently just cheeked that she was wet, and then smeared her own juices all over her little pussy and inner thighs, before grabbing her by her slim hips in both its massive fists. It had no problem at all wrapping is fingers all the way around her, even intertwining its fingers with ease... She was entirely helpless, being lifted off the floor like she had no weight at all... She was lifted up, so she could see over the fire in the fire pit in front of her, seeing the b**stmen crowding the cave entrance to get a good look at her, not being eaten as she first feared, but violated by this big b**st... She could glimpse lots of hard cocks being fondled by strong, furry hands... Had they seen her being licked and tongue-fucked already? Were they here to see the Minotaur fuck her to death? Just as these thoughts went through her mind, she found that she was being held up in the air, her back and firm little ass against the big brute's furry chest and stomach respectively... She tried to fight it, by keeping her legs together, but the thing only leg go with one massive hand, to grab her behind one of her knees, pulling her leg out to one side as if he was just adjusting the leg position of some wooden doll, and not some elven sorceress that was fighting it at all... It was so humiliating, to be helpless, collared and about to be fucked by some monster, with a big part of the tribe enjoying the show... 

Embarrassing as it was though, her immediate concern was the rock hard, glistening cock that she soon found that she was having her dripping wet pussy rubbing against... The b**st's intentions were obvious, and it likely didn't care much if it wounded or even killed her, literally fucking her to death... Why would it after all, it was not as if her kind showed them any mercy either. She could feel the intense warmth of the b**st's massive cock, as it grinded against her tiny elven slit, trying to hit the right spot, to wedge her pussy lips open... Apparently it was not easy for the b**st, but even just having it rubbed hard against her crotch was making her moan a little. Not that she wanted the thing inside her off course... After a few minutes of this, and not getting anywhere, the b**st grew frustrated, shifting its grip so that both its massive hands each got a good grip on the inside of each of her soft thighs, spreading her legs more, also allowing its big thumbs to pull on the skin on the sides of her dripping little hole, opening it up a little, displaying her wet cut for all the b**sts in front of her that were eagerly watching...

With a grunt that made her long black hair is thrown forwards over her shoulders, the thing forced her down onto its cock... Maelill screamed as inch after inch of the massive thing impaled her tight little cunt... She desperately tried to lift herself up by the chain above her head, but found that she could not. She feared to look down at what was happening to her, and could see her pale and pink little pussy being stretched around the thing's massive, hard, veined cock... The pain was intense, and she could see some blood coating the enormous cock... She could feel small tears in her insides, but as the thing got its cock deeper and deeper into her wet pussy, she could already feel a very, very pleasurable sensation begin to take hold... Looking down, she could suddenly see in the contours of her lower tummy, how the cockhead was internally stretching her... Her flat, pale, white tummy was bulging... Even before the b**st had stopped showing its cock in deeper, she suddenly came... Her pussy began to drip sporadically, her pussy being so stretched that it was a wonder that her juices even found a way out at all... She moaned and screamed, losing all control of her own bodily functions... She was in pain, but that was already lessening due to her intense, unexpected, squirting orgasm...  

The b**st finally reached bottom, not being able to stretch her delicate elven cunt any more... Not even half its cock was inside of her, but still it was a more intense experience than she had ever felt in her long life, Sorceress or not...  The b**st grunted, apparently liking the feeling of her, and then lifted her up, and almost of its cock... Looking down, Maelill could see her juices flowing past the ridge of its massive cock-head, coating its entire shaft and big hairy balls as it was flowing downwards... She was immediately impaled again, lowered onto the pole, with no apparent mercy... She screamed again, but this time found it to be slightly less from pain, allowing her to feel more pleasure... The thing was pressing against every sensitive spot of her insides, all at once... The sensations were almost beyond her to handle... Almost... She was a trained Sorceress after all, and being able to handle various sensations, including high amounts of pain,  was part of being a Sorceress, as losing control when wielding Dark Magic was dangerous in the extreme. Still, elves were known for having the most intense of feelings, mentally and physically... None of that was any comfort to her now... She was being fucked like she had no say in the matter, by a b**st almost twice as tall as her, and while still painful, she found herself enjoying it gradually more and more. She felt humiliated, especially with half the tribe watching her, grunting, stroking their cocks, and she found herself enjoying their lusting looks upon her naked body... After all, there was no real person to judge her here after all she reasoned as best she could between her moaning and screaming... These were just b**sts after all... Their judgements mattered not the slightest she told herself... She came again, screaming...

The b**st seemed not to care about her orgasms at all; it just raised and lowered on its massive tool as it fucked her delicate elven pussy... It was breathing heavily, its big nostrils flaring, and grunting... Maelill was actually beginning to enjoy it... It's massive, warm cock inside her, her front being warmed by the fire pit, her soft back and ass being rubbed against the b**st’s warm, furry body. She was still in pain, but it was now getting tolerable, almost a good kind of pain... She was being raised and lowered on the cock, faster and harder now... She had even begun to move her hips a little, to make it grind even harder against the right spots of her insides... She allowed herself to moan, not from pain, but from the pleasure... A plan began to form in the back of her pain and pleasure-riddled mind... If she could just make the thing enjoy her too much to kill her, she could find a way to escape later. If she could make the b**st enjoy fucking her, to keep her as its plaything, then one day she could escape and take her revenge...  All thoughts of revenge evaporated as the b**st started fucking her harder... With more determination... Maelill found herself screaming and cuming again, as the massive cock was pumping in and out of her dripping wet hole, accompanied by grunting and the sounds of her very wet pussy...

Maelill was nearly fainting again. She heard herself screaming and moaning, but wasn't really all there... She was now being fucked... There was no other word for it, and she craved it... She was being fucked by a b**st of chaos, and it made her feel like nothing she had ever felt before... Her orgasms started to came one after the other, so close it was hard to separate them... She lost track of time, just cuming and cuming on the massive cock of the big brute of a b**st... She was being used... ****d... There was no other word for it, but she found she enjoyed it more than anything she had ever experienced... Her onlookers obviously enjoying it too. They could probably smell her scent very easily with their goat and hound-like nostrils... She was sure there was a big pool of her juices on the floor of the cave... She couldn't care less... Just as her eyes were rolling back in her head, from what must have been dozens of orgasms in a row, she registered the Minotaur grunting more heavily... Then she felt its cock started to pulsate inside her... Become extra hard... She screamed in pleasure as it began to empty its huge balls inside her womb... Massive hot squirts began to shoot up inside her, filling her tiny elven cunt... The b**st roared a near deafening roar that made some of the on looking b**stmen take several steps back, apparently instinctually afraid of the massive Minotaur. Maelill came again as she felt her insides being filled up with hot cum... The b**st draining its big balls inside of her...  She was drooling all over her cheek and breasts again... She imagined she looked like the biggest slut ever seen in Naggaroth... She cared not the slightest. She was being lowered to the floor, her body still spasming uncontrollably. She could feel the massive cock softening, and then being pulled out of her as she was lowered, immediately followed by the eruption of hot cum running down her porcelain-white, slender thighs... She was overwhelmed by sensations, and sheer exhaustion and her body gave up. She fainted. Again...

Maelill slowly started to come to herself again, her pussy still gaped, dripping and feeling quite sore... It was also dripping cum... She was on her side on the cave floor. The b**st had removed her chains. She opened her eyes, and she looked right up at the b**st... Its cock glistening... Dripping... She was still in a state of bliss... u*********sly she scooped up a big load of the b**st’s cum from her inner thigh with her finger and tasted it... She moaned a little... She could get used to this her addled mind thought to herself as she swallowed... The b**st stomped to the fur-strewn corner of the cave and lay down on its back, seemingly unconcerned about any threat from her. It infuriated her that the b**st thought her so weak that she was no danger to it at all, even when it slept... Soon the b**st was asleep, its massive chest slowly rising and falling like a blacksmith's bellows at work. Maelill looked around, but she saw nothing that she thought would be useful or a dangerous weapon in her hands. Not that she'd be able to escape the tribe in any event if she somehow found a weapon and managed to kill the b**st. She did see that the entrance was unguarded now however...

She got on her feet, limped over to her s**ttered furs and put them on as best she could... Then she walked over to the entrance of the cave and looked out. Some of the tribe's warriors obviously saw her, but they seemed to pay her no mind at all which also got her blood boiling. She glanced back at the sleeping Minotaur, and saw that she had left a trail of cum behind her... Damned b**st sure had cum a lot... But then again, so had she mused to herself... She saw the river wasn't far from the cave mouth and limped down to it. The whole tribe seemed to ignore her. She got to the water and found a calm spot where she could slip in and wash herself, but more importantly, to have a look at the collar around her neck in her reflection...  The water wasn't as calm as she would like, but she could make the collar out, and what she saw was enough to make her want to flay her enemies alive! The collar was a slim iron collar, covered in elven symbols! Druchii symbols to be precise... That meant this had been planned in advance, Eldyrah! -Maelill thought. This could only have been her doing.  When she got back she's do far more than just scorch half that bitch's face.... Even as she go in the cold water to clean off she felt herself get warm as her spiteful hatred consumed her... She would find a way to turn this around... To make Eldyrah pay... To make her suffer like no Sorceress had suffered before for her current humiliation...

A little while later, Maelill stumbled back into the cave, the cold now starting to get to her, despite her feelings. At least she was reasonably clean she thought to herself, not that she imagined that these b**sts cared much about hygiene... She limped over to the fire and tried to dry herself off, all the while thinking about how she could manage get her collar off. There must be a way. Her fingers started to probe the steel collar around her neck for a lock. With her delicate fingers, she did mind to find a small cut in the metal that indicated where the collar could be opened, but she found no sign of any lock. She cursed inwardly. That meant that it was likely to have been made to be bent into place by great strength alone, which admittedly she was severely lacking, especially without her powers… The Minotaur must have bent the steel into place she figured, likely being the only creature strong enough to do so. She glanced over to its hulking shape... If it could put it on she thought, then it would also have the strength to pull it open again she figured, and her cunning mind started to get some ideas...

The b**st slowly opened its bovine eyes as the morning light hit the cave entrance, only to stare down to a pale white ass spread open as its prisoner straddled its massive chest. It could see her glistening pussy, her pale little star above it... She was eagerly licking and sucking on his already hard cock, using both her small hands to jerk off his massive shaft... The Minotaur was confused. It had not been expecting this from its prisoner... It was enjoyable though and her scent was very alluring... He inhaled deeply... Snorting...  She only seemed to get more eager sucking on his big, brown cock. She was moaning, just as if he was fucking her. This was all very strange to the b**st, its brutal but simple mind new to the notion of a female being eager for his cock, not to mention what she was doing to it with her mouth... Struggled to do to be more precise, as she really couldn't open her little mouth far enough to get more than half his cockhead in her mouth, but her tongue was eagerly lapping up his pre-cum and her small hands running up and down his shaft, seemingly trying to milk more out of him... The b**st moaned in pleasure, from deep within its massive chest.

Maelill kept licking and sucking at the b**st's massive cockhead... It was like trying to fit a big apple in her mouth all at once, so she couldn't use her normal sexual techniques to seduce it, but she still did her best. She knew she would have to both impress and confuse the b**st for it to look at her in a new light. In the back of her mind was the thought that she was fooling herself too, pretending that she was not greatly enjoying this and what the b**st had done to her so far, although initially against her will... She was lying on her stomach on top of the Minotaur, legs spread, giving the b**st a nice view... She figured there was no point trying to deny the state of her own arousal, as the b**st seemed capable of telling by her scent anyway. Her pale little pussy was swollen again... Getting more and wet as she was licking on its massive cock... Slowly up and down the shaft now... Her small hands gently stroking its soft, furry balls... Soon she felt the massive hands of the b**st on the soft skin of her pale, little butt. She could feel its big fingers stroking her soft skin, and then pulling her cheeks apart more... She could feel the hot breath of the Minotaur against her wet slit, even though it was no way it could be close enough to taste her due to their size differences. It still felt good and turned her on even more though...

Kar-gor was now breathing heavily and inhaling the scent of this delicate little creature in the process. Her naked pussy was not dripping wet and for some odd reason this creature affected him more than any before. It was enjoying the scent, the sight and what she was doing with her mouth and hands. It used its thumb to lightly grind it over swollen little pussy, making her moan in pleasure, coating his finger good, which he then used to smear her tight little and barely visible little asshole... At this, the little elf slut moaned even more, although she also seemed to tense up a little. This turned him on even more for some reason, its simple mind more used to its female victims trying to resist...

She heard the b**st breathe and moan more and more loudly as she kept up her playing with its massive cock and balls. She was a bit concerned she could handle it cuming in her mouth though... She had always been proud of her ability to swallow any load a man could give her, but this was in anther league entirely... It's pre-cum had been more than most loads she had swallowed before in fact... Yet she was determined to try...  Her plan was suddenly interrupted however, as the Minotaur smeared her own juices through the crack of her ass. At first the thought that it was uncharacteristically "giving" of it to play with her pussy and ass, but then it struck her, it couldn’t really be doing what she suddenly feared, could it? She tensed up and started to consider it... Would it even be possible? She had a bit of a reputation in certain circles of being a wanton anal slut, and did love to be brutally fucked there, but... She didn't get further in her thoughts, before the b**st grabbed her around her stomach and waist in one big hand, and lifted her up and back, to effortlessly hold her ass above its bovine snout...

The Minotaur looked up at her glistening crack above its head and he stretched out his big tongue and licked her entire crack... over and over again. From front to back... tongue probing her delicious little pussy, only to move her creamy juices to her tight little star, which it probed with the tip of its tongue... Deeper and deeper for every stroke. Lubing her up… Not for her sake, but for its own sake, as it was determined to see her ass impaled on its hard cock. He held her effortlessly in place like this for several minutes. She was moaning in pleasure, which it found to be a turn-on... It was stroking its cock with the other hand, keeping it ready. Rock-hard…

Suddenly the b**st lifted her down towards its massive rod, just as if she was some little fucktoy. She saw the cock come closer with both dread and a certain amount of anticipation... She placed her legs on the top of the b**st’s thighs, ready to resist if she couldn't take it... Deep down she knew that it would be pointless to physically resist as the muscled brute likely wouldn't even notice anyway... She felt its huge, glistening cockhead strafe her pussy, gathering some more juices, before it found the spot of her tight little sphincter... She inhaled deeply and tried to relax her ass and even mumbled a small prayer to Slaanesh. She noticed that a crowd of b**stmen had started to gather just outside the entrance gain, and this time she could clearly see the state of their collective arousal just as they could clearly see hers... She didn't have time to consider them though, as she was soon pressed down on the massive spear of the b**st, which forced her tight little hole to open... To slowly stretch more than it had ever stretched before by far... She moaned... Bit her teeth together...  Tears erupting from her eyes... Just as she thought she could never be able to take more, the last of the head of its cock popped in and her sphincter clamped down behind the head... To her surprise, even though she was still in a lot of pain, she came. Her pussy was squirting as her tears were running down her cheeks... Her pussy pulsating... She knew they could all see it all from the entrance...

The b**st could hear her whimper and moan as it slowly forced its head inside her tight little ass... He was impressed that the elasticity of her smooth skin, but that was all far in the back if its simple mind as it was enjoying her tight little ass too much... It let her tight little hole adjust a little as it enjoyed the sight of her pale, slender body in his massive fist, hanging leaned backwards, her long black hair cascading down towards his chest, moaning and crying as she was looking towards the ceiling, her soft, pale globes resting against the top of his finger. It could hear her cum... It could smell it...  It drove the him on...

Maelill glanced down past her flat tummy down between her legs... She was dripping... It was so intense. Then she could see and feel herself being forced down on its massive cock and she panicked a little, resisting with her legs, but to no avail... She did like to think she did manage to brace a little though, even though it certainly didn't feel like it in her ass... She could feel her insides rearranging themselves to make place for the huge cock to slide in deep... She could feel it push past the insides of her pubic bone... Then she saw her tummy bulging... The bulge creeping upwards... towards her ribs... At this point she was whimpering from pleasure, pain and fear. Just as she tough she couldn't possibly handle more of the cock without her insides tearing, the b**st pulled out again slowly by lifting her higher... She could see the cock pulling out on the state of her own tummy... She grunted. So did the b**st... She also heard grunts and bestial groans from the entrance, but she couldn't get herself to care due to her immediate concerns and admittedly, pleasure...

The b**st watched as the pale little elf took almost all of its enormous cock before internal resistance made the b**st fearful that it would burs her insides. It was a bit of a surprise to it that it did care about her well-being at all, but soon dismissed the idea and told itself that it just wanted to keep her around for her interesting skills with her mouth... It had also made a deal with Eldyrah somehow, but that deal seemed less important right now... It pulled out of her, grunting. The sight of her little ass taking his massive tool was quite the sight, looking borderline impossible. Yet he was in... And now he started to fuck her ass... gradually faster and faster. Every stroke going deep... The pleasure of her sphincter tight around his shaft all the time being incredibly pleasurable... He saw she was cuming again and again, her juices dripping from her pussy, landing on and continuously lubricating its massive shaft...

Maelill was now moaning in pleasure... The most intense feeling she had ever felt as she was being lifted up and down in the air, more and more rapidly... She was more or less constantly cuming... giving the onlookers a great show... Pain slowly subsided... Most of it anyway... Her eyes started to roll back in her head... Her hands were on her breasts, squeezing... Twisting her own nipples... She lost count her orgasms... She knew she had soon had dozens... She struggled not to faint... She wanted to feel it... Wanted to feel when he b**st finally came... She could hear it approaching climax... She tried to squeeze its cock with her ass... It seemed to be working... It got louder... Soon she heard deep grunting and the b**st almost stopped deep inside her... Then she could feel the cock pulsating in her ass... She knew it was cuming... Filling her up inside... The feeling and thought made her squirt a final time; whimpering and moaning like the slut she truly was beneath her innocent looks... She finally gave in to the sensations, a lustful smile on her pale face and slumped together in the hand of the big b**st...

Part Two: One year later…

Nearly a full year had passed Maelill thought, as they were marching further north, the tribe now numbering in the thousands due to it's growth the last six months. She was surrounded by four big b**stmen that were known as Bestigors, which had the duty of guarding her when the big Minotaur doombull was not nearby. She had become a valuable tool she realized, even if her sorcerous powers were laughable at the best of times due to the collar she now wore. She had become a status symbol for the doombull and he also used her as a reward for brave warriors or to seal deals with other tribal leaders, which is why she was considered valuable enough to justify her own guards she figured. The amount of b**stmen cocks she had sucked and sperm she had swallowed over the last six months or so would have shocked her sisters in the sorceress convent back at Ghrond, but she didn't complain. It was almost all she ate these days if she thought about it, Kar-gor feeding her the most by far with its massive cock and huge, furry balls... She was hesitant to admit it due to her lingering pride, but she got wet and hungry just thinking about it.

She thought back over the last year or so as they marched, back to a near endless string of sexual degradation and orgasms. She had sucked of dozens of big chieftains to seal deals. She had swallowed the cum of most of the Bestigors and even a lot of the braver Gors of the various tribes now under the Doombull's leadership. She was a very content little slave in that regard she had realized. Only Kar-gor himself got to fuck her other holes though. One Bestigor had once tried to turn her around and make use of her dripping wet, smooth elven pussy, but Kar-gor had almost immediately broken his neck and torn its head off its torso, blood gushing everywhere. Needless to say, none had tried that again... She wasn't sure why it protected her like that, but she felt it was an instinct of sorts, the Minotaur showing everyone that she was his property. His to share at his will. She also imagined that if they could properly fuck her, that they would want to challenge the Doombull for her, or even try to back-stab him somehow. There was obviously some cunning to the big b**st she reflected. The most important thing she had learned since being captured however, was that on certain nights then the Chaos Moon Morrislieb was high, she could actually wield some of her magical powers. Unfortunately, it was barely enough to repair her little elven pussy and ass to virgin condition, something she almost regretted every time that the Minotaur impaled her right after... Almost she mused, feeling her pussy heating up under her skirt...

She did not know where they were going. She had picked up a fair amount of their Dark Tongue over the last year, but they obviously had other names for concepts and places, so she had not been able to determine their destination. She suspected they were going north though, but it was hard to judge as they were marching across the frozen tundra in a light blizzard. Damn, she wished she could have used her sorcery to keep warm she thought, but all in all; she was only cold and in no danger of truly freezing. The b**st would never let her perish like that she knew. Her cock-sucking skills were too important the thought to herself, only blushing slightly as she thought about it. She had learned that she both hated and loved the humiliation. It was an enormous turn-on for her to be used as the doombull's little fucktoy, especially in front of others that wanted to ravage her. The fact that it always knew exactly how turned on she was due to its sense of smell could be a bit frustrating, but it also turned her on to know that it knew. There were no secrets from it in that regard... It knew exactly what a horny little slut she was beneath her semi-innocent, pale elven looks. They all did. They could all smell the state of her wet little pussy at all times, even now... She suspected that it was no coincidence that her guards walked behind her, downwind of her bare, smooth little pussy... She found that all this marching made her frustrated. Not because it was tiring. She was in quite good condition in fact, due to all the constant fucking and sucking the last year. Not because she didn't know the destination, but because she didn't get to feel the doombull's big cock in her for most of the day. It only had time to feed her a huge, salty load on the morning before the march started.

The march continued for most of the day, finally ending up in a patch of dark, pine forest at the base of a large hill. The tribe was ordered to make camp and they did. She was immediately ushered to the area that had been designated to be the chieftain's gathering place, where a fire was hastily being built by some smaller b**stmen, or Ungor as they were called. These creatures were more weakly and human looking than the rest, betraying their true origins she suspected. Luckily none of them had been rewarded a taste of her gifts, but that certainly did not stop them from ogling her pale and slender body whenever they could, and they quite often could as it were she mused... Most of the b**stmen in the army had seen her naked and squirting on the Minotaur's massive cock dozens of times. She had in return seen them. She was not impressed, relatively speaking. She just stood there, waiting, until the fire was ready, surrounded by her guards, wondering why a fire was being made for a meeting place tonight. Soon the various chieftains and their bodyguards began to arrive though, sitting down around the fire, with a big stone obviously being reserved for the doombull himself. They all had lust in their eyes, but none dared approach her, even though some of them had started drinking.

Soon though, one could hear dry branches snapping followed by heavy steps on the frozen undergrowth and the massive, black-furred minotaur approached his rightful place. The circle grew quiet. It was amusing she thought that the rest were all surrounded by bodyguards, while it didn't seem to bother, but instead put guards to protect her. The b**st sat down, and she was ushered to stand next to it. It was far taller than her, even when sitting down and its massive axe was probably twice her weight at least. It sat down and stared into the fire for a while, before speaking to them in a deep, dark, guttural voice. She couldn't understand most of it, but some she understood. Words like "Garrison. Elves. Battle. Slaughter. Slaves. Revenge..." This got her curious. Were they planning to attack something? It must be one of the northern watchtowers then, the one where she had originally been sent off to before she got captured and enslaved en-route. Did they want more female elven fucktoys? Or just to kill the elves for food? The watchtowers were heavily garrisoned though, and not to be taken lightly she knew. Perhaps they did have the numbers to pull it off, but she doubted it. Not that she cared much if they did or not she found herself feeling. Even if she escaped, would she be welcome back? Would she be constantly humiliated by her so-called "sisters" in the convent? Not to mention the rest of Druchii society… Could she even go back to fucking elves and human slaves after what she had been through? In truth, she did not know, and it confused her...

Maelill's thoughts were soon interrupted though, as the Minotaur gruffly told her to get naked in front of the fire, to dance for them. She complied, starting to dance seductively to imaginary music, slowly undressing her pale,  lithe body in front of the two dozen chieftains and their bodyguards and her owner, the massive Doombull. She slowly danced in circles around the fire, and it wasn't long before cocks were out, being stroked at the sight of her graceful, seductive moves. This turned her on immensely, and she knew that they all knew it. She sometimes glanced at the minotaur, but the reflection of the fire in its big eyes made it impossible to interpret his gaze, but he was watching, she knew... She danced naked, seductively in front of them, quite enjoying everyone's attention now that she no-longer really feared she would end up in some pot as food. Her long dark hair was flowing. Her pink nipples were hard. Her pussy was wet. She loved to see the reaction of those around her. Seeing everyone wanting her body. Wanting to fuck every tight little hole of hers… To impale and stuff her properly... To use and abuse her little body with their hard cocks... she saw them, but she only really craved the doombull's cock. The rest were flattering, and she loved them looking, but ever since being properly fucked by the minotaur's massive tool, she couldn't imagine going back to more normal sized cocks. She had become such a willing slave for that cock she realized. All her little holes craved it stuffing her near-constantly. She was dripping wet again...

She danced for them for what must have been hours, but to her surprise, the doombull didn't offer her mouth to anyone when finished. Instead, she was pushed down between the minotaur's own knees, where she used both her hands and her pretty little mouth to pleasure the b**st as it continued talking with the chieftains, as if she was not even there. She was determined to make the minotaur notice her, so she went to work eagerly, licking its whole, massive shaft.. Massaging its furry balls with her soft, small hands... Licking and swallowing all its pre-cum... She swore it produced more pre-cum than the biggest slaves she had back in Ghrond had cum… It grunted and breathed heavily and was obviously hard, but it kept on talking to the chieftains. For some reason, this made her a bit upset, so she forced herself to take most of the doombull's enormous, purple cock-head into her little mouth, stopping her from breathing almost immediately. She was about to pull off, when she felt the big, furry hand from her owner on the back of her head, keeping her in place. So he had noticed she realized, blushing a little at how content that had made her. She soon realized that she was still choking on the massive cock though and that her head was being pressed onto it, making her tear up as the massive pole of hard flesh was being shoved deep down her throat, making her collar feel extremely tight around her slim little neck. She could only hope the collar would snap, but she knew from experience that it would not…

Kar-gor kept fucking her cute face by moving her head with a massive hand, for what must have been hours. All the time it kept talking with the chieftains. She was more than occupied with breathing whenever she could manage to inhale, so she didn't manage to understand much of what was said, but it was obvious that some final plans were being laid, orders assigned, loyalties reinforced. Perhaps that is why she was only using her mouth on the minotaur this night she mused, to leave them wanting more. She made an extra effort wiggling her naked, pale little ass towards the fire, knowing that the glistening, shiny juices leaking down the inside of her smooth thighs would be perfectly visible to most of the other chieftains, showing them how horny a pretty little dark elf slut could be... These thought made her even more wet, even though she was close to fainting due to lack of air from time to time, but this did not stop her doing her very best. By Khaine, she loved choking on the b**st's massive cock. Feeling it stretch her throat to its limits... Feeling her pretty little nose pressed against the b**st's fur-covered pubic bone. Drooling spit and pre-cum down over her firm, pale breasts. Gasping for sweet air when having been denied it for so long... Inhaling the musky scent of the b**sts cock... Damn, she needed to cum herself soon. She knew her pussy was literally dripping on the cold ground between her legs. Her cunt glistening in the light from the fire…

Whatever as being discussed was apparently concluded Some chieftains s**ttered, probably having been assigned important duties that needed doing, but soon the tribes were crowding in, wanting to share the heat, the alcohol, the meat and last but not least, enjoy the show...

At first, the b**st just looked down at her between its legs and for some reason, being acknowledged with just even a proper gaze after such a long time sucking on its massive cock, made her feel delighted… Almost thrilled… She could hear the b**st grunt a little. Breathe heavier. She knew it did like to look at her hot, little naked body. It seemed to make the b**st calm, content... Obviously, it also made the b**st very horny, which was flattering enough in itself. She had never seen a female minotaur around come to think of it, but she couldn’t imagine that being a flattering sight. She knew that she was hot. Hot to the point that it crossed the sexual boundaries of most species. Having tight little, elven holes was also a boon she imagined…

She sucked, licked, slurped, moaned and drooled. She would have put any whore at any port to shame, but the b**st did not cum. The b**st really seemed to have immense self-control for such a primitive being she mused, but she was not complaining. Not that she could have complained with her mouth and throat properly stuffed in any case… Soon however, the b**st pulled her little mouth off its cock and she gasped loudly for air. Gulping for air like a fish out of water. The b**st rose so that it was towering above her. It pulled her up after it so that when she stood up, its cock was pressed against her face. She did not get to suck more on it however, much to her disappointment. The b**st turned her around and put her arms in the air above her head, so that she stood facing the fire, all eyes turning on her, those that were not already enjoying seeing her humiliated on her knees. She knew she looked like such a slut… Naked... Collared… Spit and pre-cum covering her lips and breasts… A glistening sheen between her pale thighs…

The minotaur grabbed her arms and put them together over her head. She could feel the eyes of all the vile b**sts upon her firm, drool covered tits in the light from the fire. The b**st then wrapped both her slender wrists in one of its massive, furry hands and lifted her up of the ground, holding her up for all to see, as it effortlessly held her up on a straight arm and showed her off to the tribes. It then did something she had never heard before. It spoke loudly in its guttural tongue. Not just a few words like she had heard before, but long sentences. While she could not understand enough of its primitive bellowing, the intent was clear. She was being held up as an example of slaves to be had. She was being used as a motivational prop for all the war-chiefs. An attack was undoubtedly being planned for the next day and the b**st wanted them all highly motivated…

Maelill couldn’t do much about her situation, but she found it very arousing as well.. One the one hand, she was being displayed as a piece of meat for the tribes, but on the other hand, the humiliation of what she had become the last year also turned her on… Immensely so. She could not deny her dripping pussy… Part of her loved to be displayed this way; being displayed as a hot little slave that would motivate the herd of b**stmen to fight harder, even if it was against her own kind. She wondered if that even mattered to her any more… Her nipples were aching… Her clit throbbing… Her pussy dripping… She loved the helplessness of it all… She loved all the eyes focused on her naked form. b**stial cocks hard all around her... Wanting to ravage her tight holes for days…

The herd of b**sts started to raise weapons in the air and chant in response to the minotaur’s words. He was riling them up. Getting them properly motivated. Soon thousands of b**stial voices joined in. The noise was deafening. Primal. Eyes still on her… It went on for minutes.

Abruptly, the Minotaur ended it. It grabbed her by her slander waist with one hand... Turned her around so that she was facing it. It held her as if she weighed no more than a water skin would. With its other hand, it grabbed its massive cock and pointed it upwards... Towards her… It then lowered her down onto it, seemingly uncaring of which orifice was impaled first… Unfortunately for Maelill, it was her ass that got it however… Her pink, little rose was ripped open by its massive cock and she screamed so that all the tribes could hear her pain. Luckily her juices had been generously lubing up her whole ass-crack, or she would have been torn to pieces. She was roughly plunged down on the b**st’s massive cock, which was by far larger than her hand and forearm, certainly much, much thicker… The whole cock was forced into her and she could feel her whole tummy stretching out.. Tears were running. She was screaming… The tribes were loudly cheering as they witnessed her being violated. The massive b**st fucked her ass hard… It’s massive, veined cock plunging in and out of her pale little ass. It was grunting... Breathing heavily… She was screaming at first.. Then she was crying.. But then she soon found herself moaning… Gasping for air… Then she was screaming, but this time because she was cuming... Hard… By Khaine she had come to love this! Her smooth little elven pussy started to squirt. Her juices started to splash against the root of the b**sts enormous cock cock and huge balls… Thankfully lubing it up more... Her cunt juices were dripping… Gushing from her pussy… She could even hear it splash on the ground a few times… It did not stop. The b**st’s other hand wrapped around her neck.. Forced her to look up… The b**st squeezed.. It was effortlessly choking her. She knew it could snap her slim neck with two fingers if it wanted, but it did not… Her tongue was out of her mouth. She could not control it. She came even harder… Again and again… Her eyes were rolling back in her head. She was beyond having any control of her body left. She only felt it choking her and how its massive tool kept ravaging her tight asshole. As her vision began to fade, she could hear louder grunting.. Tribes cheering in the background... Then she could feel its massive cock start to pulsate with her tight sphincter… It came in her ass and kept cuming… Pumping its seed deep in her little elven ass, and she passed out with a hint of a smile on her drooling little whore-mouth…

Part 3: The Decision...

Maelill woke to the sounds of the warbands starting to prepare food on teh fires and moving about. She found herself lying half on top of the minotaur, one of it’s massive, muscled thigs between her legs. Her ass ached... She closed her eyes... Focused all her will to it and mumbled an incantation of healing... She could barely shape the winds of magic to chant a basic healing spell, but she managed... and it worked... somewhat... She did love that she could feel the soreness after though. It always left her wanting more. She found herself biting her lower lip as she thought about it. She felt she was wet again. She always was... Maelill knew she had always been a bit of a slut, but what self-respecting Druchii was not? This last year had really opened her eyes to what a little elven whore she really was though. She was pretty sure she’d put even notorious Morathi to shame now. She smirked a little for herself. No small feat to put a millennia old, legendary slut to shame...

Lying sort of in the lap of the Kar-gor, the horny little sorceress could help start to grind her smooth little cunt against Kar-gor’s muscled, furry thigh. She thought of the last night. What it meant. What it meant for her... Should she try to escape? Try to a warn her fellow Druchii? Not that she thought the warbands could realistically take on one of the garrisons at the massive watchtower either, as they were a bit to one-dimensional tactically and lacking war-machines as far as she had seen. She had seen some of the tribal chieftains had with them b**stmen she assumed weer tribal shamans though, but even in her inhibited state she could tell that none of them were all that potent, certainly not on the level of a Coven Sorceress of Ghrond... Maelill had noticed over the last year, with all the healing she had had to to, it had become easier and easier with practice, even with the collar on. That was a small mercy at least, as her cunt and ass would have been ruined otherwise... Kar-gor was not small by any means. Even for a minotaur he had a massive cock.. A cock she truly had come to love to worship...

Maelill’s thoughts got interrupted as Kar-gor woke and rose, letting her slide of his thigh as it rose up. It was clearly time for the rag-tag army to move again, and the minotaur grunted for her to follow, and she found that she did, without hesitation... The warbands ate, then set out on a march through the pine forest, obviously moving around the base of the mountain. The march went on for hours, and somewhat unusually, the minotaur had not fed Maelill as it usually did that morning, and for the first time in months she actually felt hungry... She only rarely ever ate meat at all these days, but her body did not seem to need it either. In fact, she had felt excellent she mused, able to be ravaged for hours every day and servicing multiple cocks with her pretty little elf mouth. She felt a little frustrated at not having been fed, but then again she understood why... She could also feel cum leaking from her ass as she walked behind Kar-gor. She knew that they all knew.

At around noon, after having marched around the mountain and over a vast plain in a light snowstorm, she could see the watchtower appear from out of the snow in front of them. It was clearly a Druchii watchtower. The one she was supposed to serve at before she got ambushed en-route. They were marching for it. Thousands of b**stmen from multiple tribes, none caring about the snow falling around them. At around five hundred paces, the army halted and lined up. They certainly lacked the discipline of the druchii, but they made an impressive sight none-the-less. Maelill could see her fellow dark elves already ready on the walls and towers though, obviously already ready for a fight, clearly having seen them coming across the plain. She was not a general by any means, but she knew that unless they could make it through the gate or over the walls quickly, the b**stman army would get slaughtered in the snow by the repeating crossbows, massive bolt throwers and even spells of the druchii. She was confused. She knew the tribes had made many siege-ladders, but to her it seemed like mass-suicide to attack the walls head on...

Steeped in her own thoughts, Maelill soon found Kar-gor’s shadow looming over her. All eyes were on her. The massive minotaur sat down on one knee in front of her, leaning the shaft of its massive axe on his shoulder. Even on one knee she had to bend her head back to look up at the massive, muscled b**st. She did, but she was thrown off-guard and confused. The b**st looked into her eyes with its bovine eyes, then pointed back over it’s shoulder towards the watchtower and poked a massive finger at her steel collar with its other hand. She did not understand at first, but then it spoke in its guttural voice. One word and she understood. «El-dyr-ah» it grunted, pointing to the watctower. Maelill suddenly understood where her collar had come from. She understood that she had ben set up by her former rival in the Coven. Somehow she had gotten her hands on that collar and put the pieces in place for her to be captured. Maelill hadn’t actually felt rage in over a year now, despite her imprisonment and what she had been subjected to, but as she thought of Eldyrah she felt it again. Red hot rage boiled inside her. She wanted to lash out and kill everyone and everything, but she could not. She fell down on one knee in the snow. A near-soundless scream of anguish escaped her lips. She could feel that winds of dark magic gather around her, but even though she tried to mentally grab on and wield it, it was like trying to hold on to the finest sand.

Then she felt both of the minotaur’s strong hands at her neck, and she could feel it dig its strong fingers into the edge of the collar and slowly pull it apart at the back. She was shocked. She could feel the winds of power again... and to her surprise, as she started to absorb the magic as a sponge absorbs water, she found her mind much more clear and easily be able to start to bend this power to her will. Maelill rose to her feet, her now ice-cold rage making her able to focus like she never had before. She saw that the minotaur fit he collar to its wrist. Clever she thought.. Maybe it was immune to magic now. Maybe... To her surprise, she found that her anger was not directed to the minotaur though... Not the tribes... Even though she could probably have annihilated a lot of the tribes if she had wanted to at that moment, she instead found that she took a determined step toward the watchtower, vengeance on her mind. If Eldyra was there, she would pay. She would suffer like no druchii had ever suffered before...

Part 4: The aftermath

Maelill was standing in the grand hall of the Watchtower, Eldyrah lying in a smoking heap on the floor in front of her. Not dead, but burned and in a lot of pain. The battle had been hard, but won. Maelill’s rage had blasted the tower-gates apart with bolts od dark magic and she had scoured the ramparts with toxic black clouds containing massive writhing tentacles. It has been a massacre. She cared not. She was surprised how little she cared that she had slain her own kin. Not that druchii often cared much of their own kin, even family in most cases, but still... It dawned on her that over the last year she had come to accept that druchii society held no place for her any longer. She knew she could no longer be happy to be in power among her own kind. She would no longer be happy with any cock she could have in the fortress cities in Naggaroth. No slave could ever sate her needs again. Looking down at Eldyrah’s scolded body on the floor in front of her, she knew that she marked a final stand for herself. She would forever be Kar-gor’s willing slave, collar or not.

The warriors of the tribes gathered around her, all standing at a respectful, outright fearful distance. Maelill understood why. She had killed hundreds of druchii in her rage and blasted gates and warmachines apart with ease. Sorceresses trying to stop her had been easily overwhelmed by her barrage of spells and slain. Her rage had worked wonders in focusing her mind, but she suspected that a year of submitting to Kar-gor had done wonders for training her mental fortitude as well. Dozens of dead elves were s**ttered around the hall. The b**stmen’s axes and clubs were bloody. It was all quiet. Maelill could hear heavy stomps from hoofs behind her on the stone floor. She turned around and saw Kar-gor approach her without fear. On some level this made her want to blast him apart, but she also found that she respected him for it. She doubted her collar around his wrist would have even protected him, but she could not be sure. She found that she felt no need to however. She knew she was his now. She knew what she was...

Her minotaur, flanked by half a dozen lesser minotaurs walked up to her and stopped. Even the other minotaurs showed signs of fear, which admittedly pleased her. Kar-gor looked down into her eyes and spoke something to the other b**stmen in their guttural language. Two of them pulled Eldyrah over and lifted her up in front of Maelill. She could barely open her eyes. Kar-gor handed his axe over to a minotaur behind him, then pulled the collar of his wrist, bending the steel with brute force. He then put it on Eldyrah slumping form, even as she meekly, yet clearly fearfully tried to protest. Maelill actually felt a sting of jealousy at what she had com to think of as her collar being used this way, but only for a second. She understood why. It would not be safe to keep her alive and able to cast spells. She had expected it to be put back on herself though, but now she was apparently free, or was she? They let go of her and she fell face-firts onto the floor with what Maelill found to be a very satisfying thud. She looked up at Kar-gor’s massive form and the b**st’s intimidating gaze and she was pleased. Thankful even, but then it dawned on her that if they collared Eldyrah, they would not just let her become a threat either, especially after the display of power she had put on. Would they kill her?

The sudden silence and anticipation in the air was palpable. They seemed weary of her now. Ready to put her down, or at least try to if they needed to. Some were clearly outright afraid as she looked around. A rough grunt brought her attention back to Kar-gor, and she saw the massive minotaur pull aside its loincloth and point at it’s massive cock. She immediately understood and found that she was on her knees without even thinking about it. Kar-gor needed to show everyone else that he had a potent new weapon and that he was in full control of it. That she was safe to have around. That she was his for ever. She grabbed the thick cock in both her slender elven hands and started to lick and kiss the tip of the massive cockhead. She knew her place without any doubt now. She knew who’s whore she was and she was determined to show it to all of them. She eagerly licked his balls... His shaft... She licked and sucked the pre-cum straight from the source. It suddenly hit her, damn she was hungry! Her pussy was leaking. Dripping on the floor in front of them. Finally using her powers to take he revenge had played apart too, but she mostly just craved Kar-gor’s cock. From the corner of her eye she could see the other minotaurs and b**stmen lower their weapons. Kar-gor seemed to speak a few words to the minotaurs behind him, and suddenly take came forth to surround her petite little elven body and they all pulled of their loincloths. A dozen hard, massive minotaur cocks were hard all around her, leaking pre-cum onto the floor. Apparently she was going to be rewarded it struck her as she grabbed a few enormous cocks with her hands... She was going to be rewarded indeed... A good thing she would now have access to her full healing potential, as the next hours would likely get brutal indeed, but the kind of brutal she now knew she truly liked... She now knew why her minotaur had not fed her her usual load of cum that morning... It seemed would reward her with a proper victory feast. One for the ages...

The end?