Beasts- Chapter two Minotaur

“He is being held in the dungeons because of your transgressions now get back to your studies, Tempest.”

“Yes father.” She looked back down at the book before her trying to concentrate but her mind kept moving to the battle from the night before. The Minotaur that her father held for sport. Though she hated watching beast kind fight and kill for show she had become enthralled by him immediately. The raw power he held, the way even under a cloth his manhood swung. How even that appeared to have been a mighty weapon of it’s own. Her legs pressed together at the thought of such a brutish male taking her body. As he father left the room with one last warning to finish her potion before she retired for the evening she let her tan and white tail swish along the floor. at 5 foot 3 her long wolf tail drugg the floor weighted down by her cloak. the deep purple matched the sparkling irises of her eyes. as always with those of royal blood she held an almost eerily irradiance in her eyes. not only holding one color but many. after finished her potion and letting it sit for the next day for her father to approve her lesson she pulled the hood of her cloak over her long hair and folded ears. being what her father called a runt she still hadn’t grown in to her ears even at the age of nearly 25 summers. normally by the age of 20 ones ears stood straight up, high and proud but hers didn’t. she had been checked out thoroughly by the family physician and nothing had been found to be wrong with her. they claimed she was just a late bloomer. though he said it harshly her father held only love for his daughter as he called her a runt. she knew it was because part of him was glad she was still his little girl. she chuckled, yeah litle girl, she fantasized as she moved though the castle about the Minotaur that was in the cells below her paws. she glanced around and pushed open the door to the dungeon. “Hey Timber.” she waved as she walked by the guard that stood in the entry.

“Come to gawk at the prisoners again?”

“yeah, its strange the raw power he holds he defeated 5 last night and still had barely a scratch to him.”

Timber nodded, “It is quite something to behold. just be careful Princess should he deside to break free.”

“The spells on the chains will hold, father cast them himself.”

“Still princess becareful.”

She nodded and headed farther in to the dungeon. she stopped at the dark doorway. she heard him sniff.

“I know you are there again.” his gruff voice called out. it seemed like nearly every night she paid him a visit. she would speak to him for a time then leave not knowing it was her voice that comforted him with in his dark moldy confines.

Tempest pushed her hood back, “I watched you fight last night.” she tild him.

“I know you where near the king. who are you?”

“No one special.” she told him. she glanced down the hallway. “If I come in there will you try to hurt me?”

“How could I do such the king himself is the one that cast the spells on these chains.”

her hand opened, “Unlock.” she whispered. the bolt of his cell released and she slipped herbody inside. “It is fassinating to see you fight and leave the arena with hardly a scratch.”

He looked down at her for the frist time he saw her face, she was a young wolf cub. perhaps just of age if not just over. he was probably 2 and a half if not 3 foot taller than her. her entire bodt about as big as his leg. he watcher her eyes drift over him. They where unsettling in the dim lighting. “What is wrong with your eyes?”

She looked away from him hiding her face, “Nothing it is a birth trait of my station.”

“what station is that?”

“It doesn’t matter.” she told him from her robes she pulled out a few apples she had stashed, “I know they do not treat you well in here.” she looked up at him his dark brown eyes watched her closely as she stepped right up to him his hands held high over his head by the chains. she offered the fruit up to him, “I do not care for apples but I saved them for you.” she told him.

He blew air out of his nose. the gold ring in his septum rattled, “and how am I to eat chained as this?”

her small hand moved higher toward his mouth, “I’ll feed it to you.” he sniffed the apple in her hand wondering if he trusted her enough to sample the offered fruit but nothing they did now could be worse than being chained as he was so he accepted her offer.

her smiled intreiged him as she pulled her empty hand away, “They say you will fight again next week.”

“I have been told.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“No.” he told her, “But as I am a prisoner here I have little choice it is ither fight and perhaps live or be slaughtered for dog meat.”

She grimiced. her eyes drifted down his body she watched fasinated as the cloth over his loins stirred. she licked her lips, “I have one more.” she told him offering the second apple to him. once again he accepted her offering.

“Who are you to visit every night?”

“Just a young woman in the castle.”

“You are more than that.” he leaned as far as the chains would allow him to and sniffed her. she giggled when his breath fanned across her hair. “You smell of royalty.”

“If I was?”

“Then I would hold you hostage for my freedom.”

“Then I guess it is best I am not.” she said. her hand moved up and touched the ring in his nose, “does it hurt?”

“No. It is a honor for my kind to have.”

her hand closed around the thick gold ring, “what does it mean?”

“It is a sign of fertility and honor.”

she swollowed hard, “Fer… Fertility?”

“yes.” he noticed her hand still held the ring tight his nostrils flared as he sniffed her. the scent of woman. the scent of a female aroused and in need.

“A am a bull it is my duty to populate my kind. until I was captured by the kind I bred many a heifer.”

“many?” her tounge moved over her lips again, “you must have a great deal of stamina.”

he huffed his breath again blowing down over her hair making it move in to her eyes. she let go of his nose ring to move her hair, “Of course I have great stamina I am a bull.”

“Minotaur’s have always fascinated me. magic is rarely affective on them.”

“I take it you are witch?”

She nodded, “My father teaches me at length, I am far greater than my older brother in my magic capabilities.” her eyes were on his chest as she looked along his body. she tried to keep them off the stiring cloth over his man hood but it was with great difficulty.

“My kind are not suseptible to the magic arts.”

“Then how is it those chains hold you?”

“Only the greatest of magics can hold my kind. the king is the most powerful cast in the lands.”

She stood on the tips of her tiny paws and mvoed her hand ward attempting to reach the heavy chains that her father placed on him. unable to do she she sadly lowered herself. she glanced at the doorway. “I have to go… I will return tomorrow.” she left quickly relocking the cell before she scampered down the hallway.

“What is it with your fascination with him?” her sister asked as they prepared for bed.

“I don’t know he is interesting. and the raw power from him…” she shivered, “It’s amazing.”

“It’s terrifying is what it is. Tempest, I don’t think it’s a good idea you see him.”

“It’s only to look.” Tempest answered as she laid down her hair brush. “Besides it is not like he can break free of the cells.” she turned from her floor length mirror and looked across the room.

“Still.” her sister sat on the foot of her bed, “He is terrifying. and the way he fights is unlike any other I’ve seen.”

Tempest nodded. though she hated watching her father’s blood sports she had been doing so since she had been a cub. her elder brother had held her tight as she hid in his robes from the sights. they both looked up at the door creaked open, “are you two sleeping to gether again?”

Tempest smiled up attheir eldest brother, “You wont sleep with us anymore.”

He laughed and hugged each sister as they moved to his sides, “You are both far to old to be sleeping with me.