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A Minotaur's Loins Pt. 2 (Original Fantasy)
🕑 Added 2019-07-26 17:25:32 +0000 UTCPrompt Poll Winner
Themes: Rough Sex, Breeding, Threesome
Summary: Part 2 of "A Minotaur's Loins". The Minotaur Gladiator Thickfury has been purchased by the noblewoman he knocked up after such an intense showing. Now assigned to be her... 'bodyguard', Thickfury is introduced to two of his new mistress' friends. Needless to say, things carry on exactly as you'd expect.
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Life had taken a strange turn for Thickfury after that encounter with the noblewoman, who he now knew was named Lady Arolia. He’d only participated in one more gladiator fight (which he had of course won) before he found himself pulled out of the pens once again, this time… permanently? It was still a rather odd concept to the Minotaur Gladiator. He wasn’t to fight anymore. At least, that was how it seemed.
Frankly, Thickfury was still waiting for it all to be some sort of trick or trap. Even now, months after his last fight, he was half-expecting to walk into one of the opulent rooms of the Lady Arolia’s manor home and find another gladiator ambushing him, trying to kill him. It was hard not to be ready for combat at any moment when he’d spent his entire life in the thick of things.
Just as it was hard to wear trousers, even if the noblewoman he’d knocked up had paid to have them specifically tailored to fit him comfortably. He absolutely refused to wear anything over his hairy chest, and luckily the Lady Arolia was fully on board with that, declaring him her eye candy and merely asking that he stay in shape and fuck her silly ever night.
These were things Thickfury could do with ease. Lady Arolia’s lands were absolutely massive, and he found himself free to roam all of them. Hell, he was free to leave if he wanted, Lady Arolia had made that quite clear. She hadn’t just bought him from the arena… she’d freed him as well. Of course, she wanted to stay with him… and he wanted to stay with her as well.
The child growing in her belly, it was his. This was something Thickfury knew for a fact. He may not have been the most learned creature, but he was smart enough to understand that he’d bred her, and she would one day give birth to his child. As Lady Arolia had explained it to him, as the babe’s father, he would always have a place in her household. Supposedly, she had already been married, to a nobleman who had left her a widow far too young due to a plague that had wracked the lands.
The plague had been set about by a witch who had apparently been spurned by the King’s son and heir, the Prince. So, she’d set up a blood curse of some sort that had effectively targeted every man of royal blood in the entire area. Given the amount of inbreeding among the nobility, this had resulted in quite a lot of deaths among the aristocracy… while leaving many widowed ladies in control of the land.
Luckily, a group of adventurers had dealt with the witch permanently, but from what Lady Arolia said, that still left a whole lot of noblewomen suddenly in power and scrambling for heirs to secure their houses. Honestly, Thickfury didn’t understand half of it. Most of it went right over his head. But he did understand mating and breeding, and he understood how nice it was to watch Arolia’s belly swell with his child. That… that was good.
So, he would stick around. It was certainly comfortable living, to the point that he had to actually go out and find challenges to keep his strength up. Luckily, in the absence of her husband, Lady Arolia hadn’t been able to quite take care of her House’s lands… leading to a wyvern infestation in the north, a goblin clan moving in in the south, and some wild dogs cropping up.
Thickfury had dealt with them all, and Lady Arolia had rewarded him with herself each and every time, proving to be quite aroused by his ‘masculinity’ as she called it, begging him to fuck her whenever he came back covered in the blood of his enemies. Which, of course Thickfury had… but she was getting a bit big now. Not ugly, never that, but his instincts were starting to tell him that he couldn’t fuck her as hard as he was before without hurting the baby. So… he wouldn’t.
Still, this was leaving him a little horny. It was funny, he’d gone plenty long without fucking while in the fighting pits. But perhaps blood letting made up for that. Now though, simply quenching his bloodlust didn’t seem to help with his regular lust. He was beginning to sniff at the passing maids that served under Lady Arolia, to be perfectly honest… but she’d told him that she had something else in mind, so he’d refrained from doing anything for the moment.
“Darling! Darling, where are you? I have a surprise for you! Please attend me in the parlor~”
Blinking, pulled from his thoughts, Thickfury snorts and turns, following the sound of Arolia’s voice to the ‘parlor’ which is really just a room with too-small furniture that he’s never truly understood the use for. Stepping in through the too-small doorway, having to hunch a little, the half-clothed minotaur grunts as he takes in the view before him. It’s not just his blonde noblewoman, with her pregnant belly filled with his child waiting for him.
There are two other women as well. Judging by their finery, they too are nobility. One of them, red of hair and wearing an equally red dress, has a very large bosom, and seems to have no problem whatsoever showing it off. Her hair as well, is large and puffy and curling, very voluminous as she looks to him and immediately gasps, full lips parting and green eyes widening.
“O-Oh my… he’s as big as you say… it’s much different in person though. Much… much different.”
The other woman is a bit more reserved. Black of hair, with said hair done up in a stylish sort of bun that still lets some strands drape around her face, she certainly carries herself like a noblewoman, though her dress is a fair bit more conservative. Perhaps because her breasts aren’t as large as the red head’s, so she feels the need to hide them? Thickfury couldn’t say, really.
“Hm. And you took THAT up inside of you? It didn’t hurt?”
The dark-haired noblewoman looks between his crotch and Lady Arolia, and even Thickfury can tell what she means. He IS rather big, to be fair. But Arolia just giggles behind a raised hand and shakes her head.
“You just need the right potions, which I had prepared and drank before my encounter with Darling here… and which I have prepared and ready for the two of you today.”
The red head blushes almost as deep a shade as her dress and swallows thickly.
“A-Ah… moving that fast? A-Are we sure about this?”
The more reserved noblewoman, on the other hand, scoffs derisively at her counterpart.
“Do we have a choice, Lily? Because from where I’m sitting, he seems like the best option. Or has one of your suitors actually managed to prove not to be a limp-dicked pansy with a weak will and poor genes?”
The Lady Lily, now named, blushes even deeper still at that.
“N-Nia…”
The Lady Nia, also now named, abruptly stands and looks from Arolia to Thickfury.
“Give me a potion. I shall go first.”
Thickfury watches on as Arolia provides a sealed bottle to the other noblewoman. He watches as the dark-haired beauty takes it, opens it, and downs the concoction within immediately. Then, he watches as she turns towards him and reaches up, removing first her cloak, and then beginning to untie her dress as she walks towards him with purpose in her step… and the faintest bit of trepidation in her eye.
You didn’t last as long as Thickfury had in the fighting pits without learning how to read your opponents. Thickfury knew fear… and while she tried not to show it, Lady Nia was just as nervous and afraid as Lady Lily. Well, that was too bad. His was not to placate them or comfort them. He was a Minotaur, not a fluffy puppy. Instead, he stands there, waiting, until finally Lady Nia stands before him, completely naked.
She is a beauty, under her conservative dress. Not quite as large in the chest area as either Arolia or Lily, but still a vision, a lithe form with good child-bearing hips despite her smaller chest and perter behind. Thickfury cocks his head to the side, and Nia lets out a soft huff.
“What, are you going to make me beg, you big damn brute? Very well then. I, Lady Niandria of House Valyrus do humbly request that you fuck me and breed me, just as you did my friend Arolia. Take me and knock me up with an heir. Well, what are you waiting for?! DO IT ALREADY!”
She’s practically shouting at him by the end, though Thickfury doesn’t react as he would have in the fighting pits, understanding that she’s not actually acting aggressive towards him, but just trying to channel her fear into something more productive, like anger. Still, with her ‘request’ dully given, Thickfury grunts and lets his eyes slide past her for a moment, to Arolia. When he makes eye contact with the first noblewoman he’d fucked, she just smiles brightly and nods.
So, without further ado, the Minotaur reaches out and grabs Nia by her waist. The dark-haired high-born woman lets out a light yelp as she’s lifted off the ground, just like that. His other hand goes down to his trousers, and he sort of just pulls until they rip off of him, ignoring the slight sigh of disappointment from Arolia in the process. She was well used to his habit of going through clothing at this point.
His cock, already mostly erect at this point, springs forth from it’s confines, and without hesitation or mercy, Thickfury drops the dark-haired noblewoman onto his cock, just like that. Lady Niandria of House Valyrus goes wide-eyed, and her mouth opens into a nice large O, but no sound comes out of it for a long moment… then, Thickfury uses his grip on her waist to pull her up and then drop her back down again, effectively bouncing her on his dick, and her eyes promptly roll back in her head on the spot as a high-pitched squeal comes out of the previously reserved and proud woman’s throat.
Still, Thickfury isn’t that concerned with whether or not he’s ‘broken’ her or anything like that. It seems fairly obvious to him that Arolia is effectively offering his services to her friends, as well as finding him replacements to fuck while she was in the latter stages of her pregnancy. This was fine, and Thickfury promptly standing fucks Lady Nia into oblivion, the dark-haired noblewoman trying and failing almost immediately to keep her composure as her insides are rearranged by his massive bull cock, but she herself is left unharmed thanks to the potion.
It doesn’t take long for Thickfury to cum inside of her, but even by the point that he fills her womb with his seed only maybe fifteen minutes after he’s started, she’s already out of it, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her entire face slack as she passes out from the pleasure and the sensation of being filled with his white, hot, life-giving seed.
Thickfury grunts as he pulls the haughtier of the two noblewomen off of his cock. She’d turned out to be a total lightweight. Still, she was apparently friends with the mother of his eventual child… and would be carrying his child soon as well, it seemed. So Thickfury is nice when he lays her down gently on one of the couches which are too small for him, rather than dropping her to the floor.
Then he turns to regard Lady Lily, only to find that the red head is just finishing up the potion that a smiling pregnant Arolia has handed her. Looking at him with visible lust in her green eyes, Lady Lily turns away from him for a moment, and kneels on one of the couches, resting on the back of it as she looks over her shoulder to him and licks those full lips of hers.
“V-Very well then… take me, brute. I am Lady Lily of House Tyr, and I-I want you to tear my dress from me and use me to your heart’s content!”
Hm, Nia had been a lightweight, but Thickfury wasn’t getting that vibe from Lily. Perhaps her earlier recalcitrance had been out of experience rather than a lack of it? Striding over, the Minotaur grabs the red head by her hair with one hand, and her dress with the other. Then, he TEARS the garment from her, drawing a lustful gasp as he exposes a much more bodacious body than Nia’s. Not just her tits, but also her ass as well… and a very thin waist to boot.
She definitely stirs him to action once more, and Thickfury grabs Lily by her hips with both of his massive hands as he presses his thick, bulbous cockhead up against her dripping quim from behind. She turns to look back at him, and her mouth opens to say something, but he’s already thrusting into her. Whatever Lily might have said is lost to the ether as Thickfury fucks her as hard as he can, plowing her right then and there and ‘using her to his heart’s content’. After all, she’d asked for it!
He fucks her even harder than he fucked Nia, but then to be fair, the position is a bit different. One could say that he used the Lady Niandria of House Valyrus like a cocksleeve. On the other hand, he FUCKED Lady Lily of House Tyr like an utter bitch. Either way, he cums inside of her, filling her womb with his second load of the day, but this time, his fuck toy doesn’t pass out. Instead, she looks back at him with lust-filled eyes, her lush red locks a curtain around her head, and she moans wantonly.
“More… MORE!!!”
So Thickfury gives her more. He fucks Lily long and hard, and fills her with his seed until she looks like she’s almost as pregnant as Arolia actually IS. When he’s finally done with her, Nia has recovered enough to go again as well. They take turns hopping on his cock, making sure that they each have enough loads of his cum for it to surely take and quicken in their wombs. Or that’s their excuse, anyways.
When they’re done, Lady Arolia takes them both to the baths, and Thickfury goes to the kitchens, to find food. As he splits off from the noblewomen, he thinks he hears something about a Princess and a Queen… but honestly, he doesn’t pay much attention to that. It’s a bit above him, isn’t it? And it certainly doesn’t have ANYTHING to do with him.
Comments
ToastierCarp
Woot finally it won!
Mr Crowley
Cambrian, why do you do this to me? Now I have to see what you are thinking of for chapter 3.
