Aaralon stood just behind the orc girl, and she was still unaware of his presence. This close, Aaralon could admire her natural beauty and found it to be intoxicating. The melon-sized breasts, the shapely ass, the flowing hair, and the cute face made her a wonder to behold by campfire.
“Why did they have to tease me so much about my size? It‘s not like I want all the guys looking at me like I‘m just a piece of meat,” the girl said, dejectedly looking at her endowments again. Being almost twice as tall as the orc, Aaralon could look over her head directly down onto her tits as she examined them with her hands. “Well, wait till the find out that ‘Melli the Moo-Cow’ ran away? Yeah, that’ll teach those whores. They’ll never call me that again, that’s for sure!”
In his trancelike state, Aaralon stood over the orc (Melli?) as she continued to gently caress her breasts, not caring that his mouth was open and drooling at the sight. But suddenly a large drop of saliva leaked from the corner of his mouth and landed directly on her right shoulder.
Melli turned at the sensation, and froze as the minotaur’s large legs came into view. She slowly turned in place as here eyes traveled up Aaralon’s body. And up. And up. Finally, she made eye contact, and the situation dawned on her.
Aaralon could see the shock turn to fear in a heartbeat, and with surprising swiftness he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her into the air.
“Eeeeeek!” she cried out, pounding on his monstrous hands and trying to kick the monster that had grabbed her. Ignoring the feeble attempt at escape, Aaralon continued to run on instinct. He brought her hairless snatch to his nose for a deep sniff, and the sensation of his wet nose on her nether regions caused her to gasp in surprise at the sensation it brought before redoubling her efforts to escape.
“Just as I thought,” Aaralon said with a smirk, analyzing what his nose had told him. “A young girl who has just entered her reproductive cycle. And today you’re fertile, too.”
“Let me go! Let me go, do you hear me? Do you know who my father is? Do you know what he’ll do to you if you don’t put me down this instant?” Now that the shock of the capture had passed, Melli was shouting threats with an arrogant air that suggested that she was the daughter of a noble and used to people letting her have her way.
Leaning the girl a little further back, Aaralon ran his large tongue along her mound, eliciting a moan and shiver of pleasure. “And a virgin too. But with no hymen. That’s odd,” Aaralon said, looking a the girl with a raised eyebrow. Melli blushed a deep red in response, and tried to look away.
“I, uh, do a lot of swimming and training,” she lied, and Aaralon could sense that she was getting aroused but trying to fight it. There was an old stump a few feet from the fire, and Aaralon moved to it and sat himself down. Using one hand around her waist to keep her from fleeing, Aaralon reached into his bag with the free one and removed a small length of rope.
“I think you are a horny girl, Melli” Aaralon said calmly, tying a knot around one of her ankles. “A horny girl who broke her own hymen when masturbating. That must have been quite the feat.” Melli looked furious at being talked too like that, but she was just as embarrassed at the minotaur having figured out her secret. Finishing the knot, Aaralon tied the other length around his own ankle and, satisfied that she wasn’t going anywhere, placed her on the ground in front of him.
She know she couldn’t run, but Aaralon almost half expected her to try anyway. Reaching around behind him, Aaralon untied his loincloth. He was suddenly struck by the thought that this will be both his and Melli’s first look at his minotaur cock. “Take off my loincloth,” he ordered the hesitant orc girl, knowing that deep down she wanted this just as much as he did. |