Zel Argat: Part 1; Chapter 1

Story by Zel Argat on SoFurry

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#1 of Kingdoms of the Ancients

The first chapter of the first part of a series I am starting up. Threw this together tonight, going to see what kind of reviews I get before I start work on the next part.

Also, what would you guys like to see? More story, or more sex? Should my next chapter elaborate on the politics of Zel's world, or should he move onto his next slave and have a far more arousing scene?


Zel Argat, son of Orgal Argat, Blood Oathed of the War Clan Argat, third to the War Chief, Second to the War Prince, Minotaur and captor of Selene Ardhall, wife of Gregory Ardhall, Mayor of Riverrun. A great beast, a great warrior, and one with a lust for the flesh of women. Standing in the lamplight of the prisoners tent, Zel Argat looked down at the naked woman, her hands chained behind her head to a post, her knees tied to posts to hold them splayed open. The reason for this was not to make it easier on Zel, he could easily have torn her apart with a single hand, but rather to make it so that Zel would not accidentally do the aforementioned tearing apart. The Minotaur did not enjoy ruining his own fun, and with strength enough to wrestle a giant, Zel could quite easily rip such a frail being in two.

"It would be advisable for you to not struggle, human."

The word "human" was intoned as one would say "worm" or "slave," and Zel meant it as both, for in his eyes humans were good for little more than slavery, be it working mines, or to sate the hungers of the soldiers. Of course, Zel's words did nothing to calm the woman, and instead caused her to struggle more against her bonds. Grinning a gruesome grin, his sharp teeth revealed, Zel merely let his robes fall. He was the pinncale of Minotaur flesh, his muscles dominating his body, his mane darkest black, a handsome and fearsome spectacle, and one that would have had all the females falling at his hooves; had he not been out conquering towns and villages. Alas, he was, which left him little choice but to sate his hunger on humans, humans like the woman before him.

Kneeling down between her spread legs, Zel allowed her to see the full extent of his manhood. Even flaccid as it was, his member was huge, easily sized beyond the average any human possessed. He had never measured it, in fact he did not need to, it served his purposes and that was all that was required; he was no immature teenager attempting to show of to his friends, but that was neither here nor there, and as the woman Selene's eyes fell upon him she cried out with a renewed vigor. The gag in her mouth prevented her words from being intelligible, and as one of the Minotaurs large fingers began to press between the woman's legs, her screams turned to wimpers.

Zel wanted this to drag out, he wanted to take his pleasure, and he wanted it to last. He did not want to tear into her so she was unusable ever again, no, he had chosen her because she was pretty, and because he knew that if he was careful, that she would suit his needs for quite some time. He took this care in the fact that he was starting with but a single finger, slowly playing with her lips, rubbing against her clit, and then he began to push inside her. At first, as to be expected, he met resistance, his fingers were large and she was small, but he had aroused her body, if not her mind, and she had become moist, moist enough that he was able to insert that singular meaty finger without causing more than minimal discomfort.

As he continued to finger her, Zel watched her face go from discomfort and fear, to something resembling a mixture of pleasure and horror. She was enjoying it, and she was disgusted with herself because of it. Her cheeks were beginning to redden, her muscles were beginning to relax, she was even beginning to leak fluids, and as Zel continued to finger her, his member began to rise in arousal. Soon he was aroused to his fullest, thirteen and a half inches of thick meat, meat that would soon be thrusting into the tight slit of the human woman restrained before him. The woman was so into what he was doing to her, she didn't even notice his next action until he had removed his finger and thrust into her.

With a loud screech of surprise and pain, the mayor's wife found herself filled with an inhuman level of endowment. Soon though, she simply went limp and allowed Zel to have his way with her, the Minotaur's large member pumping in and out, drilling to the very core of her womb. The Minotaur's hands grasped clasped her breasts in a bruising grip, and his thrusts began to become more and more vicious. He wasn't trying to hurt her, far from it, he was simply conditioning her to the strength he would call upon regularily. Thrusting, in and out, in and out, Zel allowed himself to get closer and closer to the edge, caring not whether he spilled his seed inside or outside of her.

Soon mewls of pleasure began to erupt from the woman's mouth, and Zel removed her gag so that her cries would fill the tent. He continued to ream her, and as his long thick rod began to throb from being so close to release he decided that he would fill her up. Thrust, thrust, thrust, her cries filling the air as he drove himself all the way into her, his rod throbbing one last time before his seed began to spill into her womb, thick streams shooting into her, causing her womb to inflate as he kept himself inside of her. Once he had finished, he pulled out, the white liquid that he had filled her with leaking from between her legs and onto the grass she lay upon. Zel was not finished, however.

The Minotaur could breed twice more before he was out of seed, and he could last even longer than that if he simply wanted the pleasure. This would allow him to make the woman his, and throughout the next few nights he would come to make her his slave in true. But, for now, he would simply take his pleasure, and so he untied her legs and forced her to stand, chaining her hands higher on the pole so that she was forced to kneel. Standing before her, he thrust his still solid member into her face, what he wanted being quite obvious. Selene, for that was her name he remembered, made as if to protest, but a quick tap upon the head convinced her otherwise.

Wrapping her mouth around his head, Selene began with simply licking the tip of Zel's member. Then, with a little encouragement, she began to put more effort into it, at first simply sucking, but then bobbing her head and taking more into her mouth. Finally, he was beginning to hit her gag reflex and she moved to pull off, but instead of letting her Zel simply thrust into her mouth, driving his member into her throat and causing her to choke. Holding it there, he forced her to breath through her noise, and then he began thrusting a new. Into her throat he went, pulling out to her mouth, and then driving back in. She sucked as he thrust, bobbed her head and moved with him, and eventually he was nearing his second release. She was a small woman, and would probably be incapable of swallowing all of his seed, but this did not stop him from thrusting that final movement deep into her throat and climaxing then and there. The white hot liquid drove down her throat and into her belly, he pulled out to her mouth and forced her to taste and swallow, and when she could take no more he pulled out and coated her face and hair in his seed. It leaked from her mouth, spattered her breasts, coated her face hair and body, and soon she was marked as his.

Zel stepped back, pleased with his actions as he watched her collapse to the ground. She would be too exhausted to do much more, and though he would have enjoyed taking her once more, he opted to instead pay attention to another of his slaves. She would keep, she would sleep and his seed would dry to her body, and in the morning she would clean. For now though, he would leave her, and as he donned his robe once more and left the tent, he believed that he would rarely have a night that did not bring him pleasure.