WILLING SACRIFICE
By Scarlett Darhk
Copyright © Scarlett Darhk 2016
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Ara walked through the warm Grecian forest carefully, her white robes flowing, searching for the plants her mother had requested. Her mother, a herbalist, had given her quite the list - she’d managed to find most of them, but a few still eluded her as she ticked off the list in her mind. Her basket swung gently on her arm, half full of small posies of leaves and flowers, the best she could find, ready to be dried. She spied some tiny white flowers far from the path that looked like they might be what she was looking for, so picked her way over carefully, hoping they were one of the ones she still needed.
“No – again!” she muttered quietly under her breath, frustration rising in her. She swept her long, dark hair over her shoulder. She was going to give up soon. She’d been searching for hours. Suddenly she heard a strange noise. She froze, listening for it again. She heard a different noise – definitely not an animal she knew of – what else could it be though, out in the woods? Curiosity got the better of her and she crept quietly towards the sound. She heard it again, louder now. Whatever it was, she was close to it.
Then she heard a voice, barely louder than a whisper.
“Oh, my sweet!” It was followed by the noise again. She shuffled forwards silently until she saw a flash of movement darting behind the tree ahead of her. She moved sideways, ducking down behind a bush, getting herself a better view of a small, leafy clearing. She was surprised to see a man and a woman, both utterly naked. Her first instinct was that she should walk away, give them some privacy. But her curiosity wouldn’t let up - could they have made the noise? She decided to stay until she heard it again.
The man dipped his head to the woman’s breast, and a strange groaning sound escaped the woman’s mouth. That was it! The noise! She watched, fascinated. Why was he feasting as a baby would? He seemed hungry. Starving even. He couldn’t actually be eating, she reasoned. The woman seemed pleased that he was so hungry though, as he sucked and pulled at her nipples. She caressed his head, running her fingers through his hair, then gently pushed his head away. Ara went to leave, but the man moved, and suddenly she realised his manhood was swollen and stiff. Now she was even more curious! He parted the woman’s legs and stuck his face into her thick thatch. The woman closed her eyes and groaned again, her hips moving, her body writhing. It was most peculiar. What on earth was going on? The woman started to whimper like an injured dog. Was the man trying to heal her perhaps? It was most strange! The thought crossed her mind again that she should leave – the couple were naked and clearly thought they were alone. But she was intrigued. And she couldn’t help but think there was a reason she’d stumbled across the couple.
The man moved again. Maybe he was trying to heal her – the woman had her fingers in her thatch now, massaging, like someone would rub a sore muscle. The man watched her intently, seriously. Trying to understand it, Ara reached under her robes and touched her thatch like the woman. Oh! Pleasure swirled inside her. Suddenly, she had more of an idea what was going on! The man, still watching, took his swollen manhood in his hand and pulled on it several times.
Ara heard a rustle behind her, and turned to check it wasn’t some sort of wild animal. She couldn’t see any movement, even though she watched for several seconds. When she looked back, the man was lying on the forest floor, his manhood sticking straight up like a thick sapling. The woman straddled him on her knees, then slowly lowered herself towards him. His manhood disappeared – seemingly inside her, and they both moaned. They were mating, she finally realised! Like the animals in the field! Well, not quite like that, but close enough. The woman was rocking, her head tipped back, hair flowing. The man reached up and grabbed her breasts, and both of them started grunting like animals. Ara was motionless, fascinated by what she saw. The animals didn’t seem to find pleasure in mating, but this couple seemed to be in the throes of ecstasy! The rocking got faster and faster. The man suddenly growled. The woman cried out, sank heavily on to him, and started shaking, her eyes closed, as the man’s body bucked beneath her.
The couple lay there, entwined, gasping for breath, their bodies shuddering together. They kissed. The woman moved and the man’s member appeared again, glistening, covered in some sort of creamy fluid. Ara felt into her thatch again, trying to find where a hardened penis would fit, but instead, to her surprise, her fingers found slippery wetness. Need instantly coursed through her veins, taking her by surprise. She needed that enjoyment, that pleasure they seemed to have experienced. She felt as if something inside her had awoken. Ara slipped away silently, leaving them to it. She needed a man, she decided, to teach her about all this.
* * * * * * * * * *
The next morning, at the market, she heard exaggerated whispers and couldn’t believe her luck.
“The Minotaur needs another!”
“A sacrifice must be made…”
“Hide your daughter!”
“So glad I’ve only got sons….”
Her heart skipped a beat at the synchronicity. The couple in the forest had played on her mind all night. She was still intrigued by the pleasure they had seemed to find in mating. She wanted to experience it. In fact, she felt compelled to experience it. Driven. It was gnawing away inside her, and she decided that the Minotaur’s request must be fate. Where else would she be able to experience and learn about mating without offering herself up for marriage?
Her village had an arrangement with the Minotaur – he lived just outside the boundary wall and protected them, more of a deterrent than a physical force, and in return – as payment - the village provided him with girls to fulfil his needs. His physical needs. She didn’t know much more than that though. She wondered briefly if her mother had kept her sheltered from it on purpose. Had kept her sheltered from all of it. How had she not known about any of this? But now – maybe he could fulfil her need at the same time as her fulfilling his?
She ran to the temple, her need to experience this new pleasure taking over her whole body.
“I volunteer!” she stated calmly, though slightly out of breath.
“You volunteer?” The priestesses seemed shocked. No-one ever volunteered. She nodded. “Are you sure?” She nodded again. “Are you a virgin?” Ara looked at them uncertainly.
“I’m nineteen?” she suggested in response.
“Have you ever been with a man?” one asked, trying to clarify. “Physical love, like husband and wife?”
“Oh – no.”
“Perfect!” one declared, while the other priestesses glanced at her out of the corners of their eyes.
The head priestess led her outside to the temple garden and started walking around the path.
“Explain to me why.” she said simply, in a motherly tone, seemingly curious as to why this young girl was the first volunteer they’d ever had.
“I saw…. In the woods. It was fate! A man and a woman. I want that too. I want to learn. I need to experience it. It’s my destiny – I’m sure.” As the words tumbled out, she realised she probably wasn’t making much sense. “Please?” The priestess gave a small sigh.
“It’s your destiny?” the priestess seemed less than convinced, but Ara nodded eagerly.
“Absolutely!”
“If you’re sure…” she trailed off looking thoughtful. “There’s some things you need to know first, so that it’s successful.
“This will not be an encounter based on love. It’s purely physical. The Minotaur needs a virgin as he needs so much …………… stimulation.” The priestess searched for the words to
explain. “He needs the pressure, the tightness that a virgin’s body can give him…. When a virgin releases, he can feel it strongly enough that he can release too.” Ara nodded, though she wasn’t sure she understood fully. “It’ll be hard on your body,” the priestess warned, “You’ll never be the same again. But you’ll also experience the glory of the Gods.” Ara nodded eagerly. Yes – the glory of the Gods! The ecstasy that the couple in the forest had had!
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Barely an hour later, Ara wandered down the high-sided stone chasm that led to the Minotaur’s lair, a strange mixture of excitement and hesitancy in her heart. She smiled at the pretty, tiny plants that were growing in small clumps at the edges of the path. They were ones that she’d been collecting in the woods the day before. She decided they were a fortuitous sign. The path snaked round, she turned corner after corner, wondering how much longer it would be. Suddenly she came to a stone archway, behind it a large opening. It was a barren, open-roofed chamber, formed from more of the same rock. There were a few more arches leading off from the room, but the only thing in it was a huge rectangular block, cut from the stone, sitting pretty much in the centre of the room. She looked closer – there was some sort of crystal on it, but nothing else. She wondered if the block was an altar of some sort. It had that kind of feel. She approached it cautiously, curiosity getting the better of her again. A noise made her look up to her left.
There stood a monster. He was easily seven feet tall, probably closer to eight, with a chest as wide as a boulder, and wearing nothing but a small, ragged loincloth. His body looked just like any large man’s, but his shoulders supported the head of an enormous black bull – the neck thick and muscular, the snout short and hairy, and with huge curving horns pointing skywards. His large eyes were dark and dangerous, and he regarded her silently for a moment. She took a step back nervously.
“They sent you?” his voice boomed, making her jump. She nodded, not daring to look away. “Remove your robe.” His order sounded menacing and she hesitated, but an aggressive sounding snort from him made her fumble with the clasp and drop the garment to the floor. “Hmmmm. Very nice!” he muttered, staring at her naked flesh. He strode towards her purposefully, his bare chest rippling with muscles. He grabbed her arm and held it to his snout, before breathing deeply. His fat tongue licked her wrist, the wide flesh rough like sandpaper. “Sweet.” He looked her square in the face. “I’m going to enjoy this.” Her stomach somersaulted. He looked her up and down slowly, and snorted again. She finally found her voice.
“I was hoping you’d teach….” He cut her off.
“I don’t teach. I take.” He growled. He advanced towards the altar, making her shuffle backwards until her behind found the cool stone. She suddenly felt trapped. Her excitement started to ebb slightly, as a hint of trepidation caught in her chest. She gulped audibly. His hands reached out and took her small pert breasts and squeezed. She gasped as he rolled a nipple between his fingers, bringing it to attention, making the sensitive flesh pucker.
Her body instantly filled with wanting, with lust. His rough bull’s tongue scratched across her soft skin to find her nipple. He rasped the coarse surface against her rosy bud, making her entire body tremble, as an unfamiliar heat spread throughout her body. He moved on to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Her chest tightened, her stomach swirled, a peculiar combination of apprehension and desire swept across her.
He lifted her, placing her gently on the altar, then pushed her backwards so she was lying down. Excitement and anxiety both gripped her heart. He spread her legs, exposing her damp pussy to the sun and grunted. She felt a finger slip between her folds and she wriggled, her body delighting in the new sensation.
“Hold still.” He ordered with another grunt. He pushed her legs, exposing her even more, then dragged his rough tongue the length of her slit. She mewed, sounding a lot like the woman in the forest. He found her hidden pearl, her nub, and laved it until she was shaking and utterly bewildered at what her body was doing. A small snort from between her legs implied that he was pleased with her reactions. He pulled her down from the rock. Her legs wobbled slightly as she put her weight on them.
He ripped his loincloth off, and her eyes widened at the sight of his enormous bull’s dick. It was as thick as a child’s arm, a deep pink, and twitching excitedly in the warm air. Nervousness washed over her. This didn’t seem at all like she’d witnessed in the forest. He turned her around without speaking, and bent her over the big stone altar, spreading her legs as he did so, exposing her now soaking pussy to the air. Her naked breasts and stomach pressed against the cool stone, while the breeze caressed her fleshy behind. She whimpered. She felt a finger feel along her slit again, checking if she was ready.
“This is going to hurt.” He announced gruffly in his growly voice, as he spread her ass cheeks apart. “But afterwards, you’ll be screaming the God’s names in praise.” She braced herself, uncertainty heavy in her chest.
She felt the burning hot tip of his massive cock rubbing her slit, covering itself in her wetness, then he pushed – and pushed hard. He breached her with a massive tearing sensation, and pain tore through her. Tears formed in her eyes and she breathed through the hurt. He held still as she recovered before pushing in further. The pain wasn’t as bad the second time. In fact, she quite liked the feeling of being full. Then, to her surprise, he slowly pushed in further still. She panted, wanting to take the whole of his enormous, heaving member. He withdrew nearly all the way, before plunging back into her roughly. The pain came flooding back, tearing through her again, making her whimper. He slid out again, but this time as he pushed back into her the pain was almost gone.
“Nearly there.” He growled, surprising her as she thought he was already completely inside her, then he gave a final hard shove, going deeper into her than before, and a sudden sharp burning pain was quickly replaced by delicious warmth. “Good girl!” he growled, squeezing her buttocks, and she knew she’d finally taken him fully. Something inside her chest fluttered and her heart skipped a beat. An ecstatic pressure started building inside her instantly. She wriggled against the huge staff impaling her pussy. She could barely move, trapped between the stone altar and the rock hard staff inside her, but every millimetre she did manage to move sent ripples of pleasure through her. It was incredible. She could feel the pleasure getting stronger and stronger with every movement. He held her still, and started making strong rhythmic strokes in and out of her. She panted again, wanting to take his enormity inside her, wanting to please him. She could feel his every twitch as she was so tight around his massive member, and animalistic desire swirled in her womb. He held her hips firmly and slammed into her again and again, her tunnel barely stretching around him. She could feel a strange pressure building in her pussy, urging her to carry on. Her body shuddered as he pounded into her.
“You’re close.” He announced, slowing his pace. Her body ached as he slowed, wanting him to continue – the pleasure was strangely addictive. She saw him reach to pick up the oddly shaped stone that had been lying on the altar. It was long, thin and bumpy, like beads on a stick, but carved from a solid piece of some sort of precious stone. He started to pick up the pace again. She panted, her body feeling like it was about to explode. Suddenly she felt something cold pressing hard against her exit. She wriggled, unsure of what it was. “Relax.” He demanded, roughly. The next second, he pushed and it breached her – she felt one bump, then another. She realised it was the stone. He twisted it hard, and her body shook, as pleasure spread from her exit and mingled with the intense pressure deep inside her. She cried out, her body convulsing around the two massive rods inside her. Her body took over, seemingly understanding what was going on. She writhed against him and the stone, seeking pleasure she didn’t know existed, seeking to fulfil a need she never knew she had, while he anchored her to him, his member fully inserted.
As he twisted the stone again, something inside her shattered, and t
he most beautiful, intense, overwhelming, pleasurable pain she’d ever felt swelled within her. She felt her pussy tighten around him so much that she couldn’t move. Her rear tightened around the stone too, providing her with more sensation than she could handle, yet still she wanted more. Ecstasy spread throughout her as her body shook violently. She cried out again, overwhelmed with the heat and pleasure smothering her body. She heard him growl, then roar like thunder as he slammed into her hard. She felt his enormous cock throb inside her, as his burning hot cream forced its way into her where there was no space left, filling her completely. Her body convulsed again, stretched beyond its limit, as the stone, hard inside her exit, pressed against her filled tunnel, intensifying his every movement. His member continued to pulse inside her, sending jolts of lightening through her whole body. He delivered a short sharp thrust with every third of fourth pulse, causing her delicious pain that she loved and causing her to shriek uncontrollably each time. She felt his heavy balls twitching against her outside, emptying themselves inside her as he grunted like an animal. She could feel every squirt, every twitch, every glorious drop being forced into her depths. The intensity swelled within her again, and she felt her tunnel tighten around his throbbing member, as wonderful pleasure washed over her again and again until she couldn’t think straight. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to succumb to the ecstasy.
His dick slid out of her unceremoniously, and she felt his fluid start to drip down the insides of her legs. She rested a moment on the altar, trying to catch her breath, wondering when he’d removed the stone from her exit, feeling the cool breeze against her soaked thatch and thighs, as her quivering pussy tried to recover. She slowly turned around to see his now half-hard cock covered with their cream and streaked with her blood. Her stomach churned, knowing it was from her intimate area, wincing at how bruised she felt there. He caught her staring at his member and raised an eyebrow, as best he could.
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