I woke up to rainy cloudy day, all warm and snuggly under my bedcovers I fought the urge to stay in bed. But after a few moments I shrugged out from between them. Padded to the bathroom to relieve my screaming bladder, and to wash my face. I stood gazing at myself in the mirror, I was about five or more pounds over-weight and I could tell. The small lumps of fat that covered my hipbones made me grimace... if only I could get those off then I could live with my self image.
My dark green eyes stared back at me as my long lashes fluttered, my tangled messy brunette curls were from last night's lovemaking with my boyfriend. My boyfriend was much older then myself, but I was madly in love with him and we had been together for over a year. He was likewise just as crazy about me, his love and praises were what got me through the day. I was a mere 5'1" tall and proud to be a natural shorty.
As I finished brushing my teeth I turned to one side and stretched upwards, pooching my breasts and butt out. The C cups were perky and my nipples hardened as the cold air finally got to them, the simple stainless steel captive rings glittered in the sunlight that was peaking threw the bathroom window. According to the recent Women's Health magazine that I had read earlier in the week, I had a pear shaped body, smoothing my palm over my average flat tummy I toyed with the triple-slave belly ring. Yes sleeping in the nude was an amply practiced ritual with me and my boyfriend, although sometimes I did wear one of his t-shirts.
A heavy sigh escapes me as I walk back into the bedroom to put some jeans and a wife-beater tank on, then I wondered into the kitchen to re-heat a cup of coffee. I noticed that the laundry basket was full so I took a few sips of my coffee then went downstairs to put the first load of wash in.
Once that was going I returned upstairs to let the dog out and to wash the dishes that had been left over from the previous evening. My thoughts turned to one of my secret fantasies, the thought of being taken by some strange type of monster made my cheeks flush and my nipples became hard. A medieval monster, like a centaur or even a dragon, it made my pussy drip and clench with need. My bf knew of my fantasy and tried to find me porn that reflected it, but there wasn't much out there that you didn't have to pay for.
My mind drifted as I let my imagination run free. Maybe a unicorn or a changeling, the ideas were endless since I was a Tolken and Lewis fan. Ooooo or a minotar, a gyphon, or even a werewolf. My pussy was pulsing now and aching to be filled as I heard the washing machine buzz, signaling that it was time to change it over to the dryer.
I started the dryer and put the second load in the washer, and as I turned around to see if anything needed to be straightened up in the basement I gasped aloud. For there standing a few feet from me was a minotar!
I blinked not believing my eyes as I ran them up and down the magnificent creature. It was more then apparent that it was a male, since his loin cloth didn't do much to cover up is massive cock and balls. I pinched myself in the arm to try and wake myself up, had I even gotten out of bed?
I winced as I blinked yet again, but the thing wouldn't go away, magically disappear into thin air. I seemed to be frozen in shock, I could not hear or feel anything other then just stare at this giant creature that was standing in front of me, it seemed to be staring at me just as intensely.
He was a beautiful specimen, most of his body was cover in a thick long hair, it was a lovely white and light-grey color causing it to appear somewhat silvery in nature. A big muscle toned man's body with that silver hair made me wonder if it was as soft as it looked. His neck, head, and face were that of a large handsome wild bull. Big, intelligent amber eyes met my gaze as I looked him over. Two gleaming black horns protruded from the top of his head, curved inward forming an upside down L shape, I could barely make out it's ears from beneath his heavy hair. His snout was a black color as well.
He held a staff in one hand and a sheathed sword at his side. I noticed that his eyes were studying my body just as I was his. Somewhere in the confused, frightened part of my mind, I managed to begin calming down. He hadn't attacked me, yet, so he must not want to harm me. I wondered if he could speak. What did he want with me?
"Who are you?" I asked in a soft timid voice.
There was no response, not even a grunt or growl. It was more a sense, a feeling that began to spread threw me. A sensation of peace, and curiosity. He snorted and offered me his hand, I didn't move. The thing seemed to get a tad impatient as he blew a sigh threw his mouth, glancing up towards the sitting area in the basement. I followed his gaze and began to understand what his intentions were. I nodded and walked past him into the downstairs living room. The minotar followed me and I could feel his emotions as I took a seat on the couch. The creature sat awkwardly next to me, I could feel his body heat and the scent of his furry coat.
"So what do you want?" I asked, I couldn't take my eyes away from the obvious manhood. The minotar gave a nod of his head in my direction, he then carefully rested his staff against the side of the couch.
"I can scent you, young female." his voice was deep and had a gentle bellowing tint to it. A sound that made me feel safe and comfortable.
