Chapter 0 - Journey's Start



Serissa Mystrum entered the throne room with her head bowed, hands hidden within the sleeves of her voluminous robes. Her bare feet were silent against the polished marble of the floor as she walked. The hall was extensive, and it was still several dozen steps before she arrived before the throne itself, despite the fact that she and the throne’s occupant were the only ones in the room. Her heart thumped softly as she knelt, robes brushing the floor as she bowed low; she hadn’t been summoned to the throne room in almost twenty years.

“Rise, Serissa,” came the imperious voice, and so Serissa rose, though she looked pointedly at the ground in supplication. “It has been too long, daughter. Come to me, that I may look at you.”

Serissa raised her eyes finally, meeting the glacial gaze of her mother. The Empress Eternal was a tall, imposing woman, and the effect was only supplemented by the massive silver throne upon which she sat. As she approached, climbing each of the broad steps to where her mother and sovereign perched, Serissa couldn’t help but feel a flash of bitter resentment. It had been too long since she’d seen her mother—since she’d been sent off to a Revali temple to wither under the religion’s oppressive tenants. Twenty years was little more than a breeze in the tempest of an elf’s life span, but each year had grated against her soul with the sting of an insult. Now that she was back amongst the opulence and grandeur of the White Gold Palace, she couldn’t help but hate it, and all those who inhabited it.

“An honor, my Sovereign,” Serissa said as she leaned in to kiss her mother on the cheek, biting back her jealousy and frustration until her voice sounded pleasant, if flat. “I have missed you.”

“And I, you, child,” the Empress replied, turning her lips up in a regal smile that didn’t change the rest of her face in any way. Such was the woman’s appearance, though; elves still aged, albeit much slower than most other races, but the Immortal Sovereign’s body had stopped being affected by time altogether at the relatively youthful age of three hundred, leaving her a pale and slender beauty centuries beyond her prime. Only her eyes and demeanor belied her true fifteen hundred years, both possessed of a depth beyond her outside appearance. “How do your studies of the Revali’tah progress?”

Serissa raised her bladed hand vertically to bisect her face, giving the formal greeting of the Revali even as she struggled to hold back her vitriol; of course her mother would bring up Serissa’s forced devotion to a religion that worshipped the Empress Eternal as a goddess. “They go well, though I admit that I am loathe to begin my formal training to become a true Reva. It is… not a life I would have chosen for myself.”

Silence settled over the great hall then, and Serissa stood stock-still as her mother’s icy blue gaze drilled into her with an unnatural intensity. She hated when the Empress did this, stared at her as if to get an in-depth look at her soul. Eventually, the Sovereign blinked, though, and Serissa quietly began to breathe again.

“And if I told you there was a way for you to reclaim your former lifestyle? Or even to become my Heir Apparent?”

Serissa’s eyes widened. “But… but what about Ellaveryn?”

The Empress pursed her lips lightly, the only emotion to show on her otherwise blank, almost stony expression. It was several moments before the woman spoke again. “I am considering expanding the Empire into the Silver Mounts.”

Serissa scrambled to keep up with this new direction, replying, “What of the Hordelands? I doubt the minotaurs would allow our deployments to pass through unhindered.”

“I have been negotiating with the leader of the largest tribe, Chieftess Nakani,” the Immortal Sovereign answered, interlacing her delicate fingers. “She has assured me an alliance would be mutually-beneficial. We would be allowed free use of routes through the Hordelands, as well as establish outposts every two days’ ride. In return, they would continue to govern themselves as they see fit, and maintain control over the Hordelands without oversight, with a promise of mutual military support in the unlikely event it is ever needed. And… one other thing.”

Struggling to keep her eyes from rolling at the Empress’ theatrics, Serissa took the bait. “What other thing?”

“Your sister.”

Serissa nearly choked. “Y-you would trade Ellaveryn to the minotaurs like so much meat?”

The Sovereign’s eyes turned sharp, and Serissa immediately regretted her outburst. The pair sat in silence for a few moments, and Serissa turned the idea over in her mind. Certainly, an alliance with the minotaurs of the Hordelands would be beneficial, especially in a campaign against the half-giants of the Silver Mounts. And deeper than that, Serissa felt a certain bitter joy at the thought of haughty, condescending Ellaveryn being sold off to the minotaurs like a prized cow. 

Ellaveryn, who was always so arrogant and proud, playing cruel pranks on her younger sister, like cutting the laces of Serissa’s dress in the middle of the Hearthmas Ball so her gown practically fell off of her in front of everyone. Or the time she’d taken Serissa to the famous hot springs at Tel’Ashan, and convinced her she should walk nude into the baths… and then sent her into the soldiers’ bathhouse. Serissa’s heart heated through with a black resentment at the thought of all her sister had done to her, how she had humiliated Serissa again and again. Minotaurs had a reputation for their treatment of women from other races… and the thought of them doing even half of those things to Ellaveryn sent a harsh thrill through her.

“Your sister has grown haughty and proud, so sure in her place as Heir Apparent,” the Empress said, her eyes flashing in the morning sunlight. “But I can see that you have tempered during your studies of the Revali’tah. I think you are fit for the title now, more fit than Ellaveryn.”

A wave of pleasure washed through Serissa as she received her mother’s praise, a hard-fought and rarely-won prize that she’d hunted all her two hundred years. It was followed by a rip-tide of triumphant malice as she realized not only was her mother praising Serissa, she was also condemning Ellaveryn in the same breath.

“I think an alliance with the minotaurs is a wonderful idea,” Serissa said, a cruel smile spreading across her face. “And Ellaveryn, no doubt, would be happy to serve the Undying Empire in whatever way you see fit, my Sovereign.”


***


The sunrise over Tel’Myranna was something rarely matched in beauty. The golden light cast rays over the city that glittered brilliantly, throwing up a halo over the entire city that could be seen for a league in any direction. Over it all stood the White-Gold Palace, home of the Empress Eternal, towering above the city like a shining sentinel. Homes and buildings stretched for half a league in every direction, dotted here and there with penants bearing the Empire’s sun-and-spear crest. Huge defensive walls enclosed the city, made entirely of gleaming white marble, and it was at the base of these walls that they met, near the western gate.

Ellaveryn stood alongside her steward, and a small compliment of soldiers that were meant to act as their escort. The way to the Hordelands ran largely through the Mosswood Forest, a dark wood full of storied legends. It was common for people to pass through entirely unharmed, but there was no reason to be careless, especially when their destination was one of the biggest threats to travelers. The elven princess herself drummed restlessly on the gilded basket-hilt of her rapier, growing impatient as the sun crossed through the sky.

“I know they’re a simple, flea-ridden people, but I fail to understand this lack of punctuality,” she grumbled to her steward, her tone cross and condescending. “This alliance between our peoples would be hugely beneficial to them, assuming they even understand the value of things like clean water and not having to root through the dirt for food like animals.”

Imveress Karvum was a calm, patient woman, well-suited to her job, and it showed on her face as she waited. “Do not think yourself above them, Princess Ellaveryn. Theirs is a different way of life, but that does not make it the wrong way.”

“Still, you’d think they’d bother to be on time…”

And then she noticed the shadow fall over her. It wasn’t that she was oblivious, but between the sounds of people traveling in and out of the gate and the near-blinding glow of the walls’ reflecting light, her awareness was greatly diminished.

“You’ll have to forgive me, Princess,” came a gruff, yet feminine voice. “I noticed the number of soldiers you brought and thought it would be best to keep my distance for a bit.”

The sheer size of her was what Ellaveryn noticed first. The minotaur towered over even her father by a full head, a pair of horns reaching up toward the sky to add a few extra inches of imposing stature. As her eyes adjusted, the young elf took in her other features: a broad, bovine skull inset with two huge green eyes, skin pelted with bristly reddish-brown fur, centered on a muzzle capped by a pale brown nose. Her frame was bulky and powerful, and she looked like she could have given three or four elven warriors a challenge in combat. The majority of her body was sheathed in a rough cloak made of stag’s pelts, concealing a great deal of her from view.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Imveress murmured, dipping her head in a sign of respect. “Vigilance is the defense of the wise. We welcome you to our city, Chieftess Nakani, if briefly.”

Nakani bowed her head in return, though her emerald-green eyes never left Ellaveryn. The young elf wasn’t shy in the slightest, but something about the way the massive minotaur’s eyes and confident smile drilled into her made her squirm on the inside. Nakani looked at her as if she had already figured Ellaveryn out, and knew exactly what she wanted to do with her.

“Chieftess Nakani,” Ella managed a beat late, hastily bowing her head as well. “It is an honor, of course. I am Princess Ellaveryn Mystrum, Heir Apparent to the Undying Empire, and this is my steward, Imveress. On behalf of our Immortal Sovereign, I offer congratulations. This alliance with the Undying Empire will no doubt be a prosperous one for your people.”

The minotaur tilted her head, eyes quizzical but with the same knowing expression. “Do you imply that an alliance wouldn’t benefit the Empire in the same way?”

Ellaveryn frowned, holding the other woman’s gaze and replying, “Advantages to the Undying Empire would be minimal, would they not? The Hordelands offer helpful trade routes and strategic points, to be certain, but if my mother wished it so, she could simply take them from you. Your people, however, gain protection, medicines, technologies that will pull you out of your savage huts—“

“What my Princess means to say is that the Undying Empire is happy to share its bounty with your people,” Imveress interjected, eyeing Ellaveryn carefully. “The Immortal Sovereign will shower you with gifts as if you were her own people.”

Chieftess Nakani nodded once, though like before, her gaze remained steadily on Ellaveryn. The younger elf frowned inwardly; what part of what she’d said had been incorrect?

“In any case,” Imveress added quickly, stepping forward, “Perhaps it is time you are on your way. The road is long, I know, and you have a great deal to cover before arriving.”

Nakani tossed her massive head, gesturing with a horn to the soldiers preparing to escort them. “They must stay here,” she said, her voice gruffer than either of the elves’. “And we must walk. In order for you to enter our stronghold, you’ll need to undergo the complete set of initiation rites we hold for young M’kani. I am prepared to perform them for you, Princess Ellaveryn, but only you.”
Ellaveryn snorted. “I would prefer the soldiers accompany us, Chieftess, in case of dangers along the way.”

“I am by far the most dangerous thing along the way,” Nakani replied, those intense green eyes drilling into Ella’s in a way that made the princess want to look down at the ground in supplication. That overwhelming, meticulous gaze reminded Ellaveryn of her mother’s, and the thought made her shudder.

“The soldiers were merely a formality, my Princess,” Imveress murmured, waving the group of warriors to return to the palace. “Truly, the Mosswood is only dangerous to those unwary, and neither you, nor Chieftess Nakani, are unwary.”

Ella pursed her lips, but nodded. Imveress was right, anyhow; she could handle herself just fine. She’d mastered a number of blade forms in her time, and she was known to be little more than a blur on the battlefield. Besides, she could only imagine that the Chieftess would do her utmost to keep Ellaveryn alive, if for no other reason than to keep the alliance alive.

“Very well, then,” Ellaveryn acquiesced, turning to Imveress. “If you would, Imveress, fetch my rucksack from Captain Faustin. It has my supplies for the journey in it.”

But Nakani interjected, “Not necessary, Princess. I have brought supplies for two, along with a number of foods for you to enjoy for the length of the journey, so that you may be prepared for your time among my people. Only delicacies, I assure you.”

Ellaveryn wanted to protest, but Imveress threw her robed arms outward, as if to celebrate this momentous fortune. “What a wonderful idea,” the old steward exclaimed, aiming a smile at Ellaveryn that irritated her to no end. “And on that note, our Immortal Sovereign herself implores you to do as Chieftess Nakani wishes. The weight of our alliance with the M’kani rests on your shoulders, Princess Ellaveryn.”

The princess rolled her eyes; Imveress was laying it on rather heavily, but she knew the steward had a point. The minotaurs were little more than savages, after all, and one never knew what might set them off. So she bit back a harsh response and forced a smile instead.

“How very thoughtful, Chieftess Nakani,” Ella murmured, struggling to hold the minotaur’s unwavering gaze. “I look forward to sampling them with you when we make camp this evening.”

Nakani dipped her head again, but she still wore that damnable smile, which seemed to Ellaveryn to be growing more and more smug by the moment. “We should leave soon,” was the minotaur’s only reply.

The next few minutes followed much the same way. Imveress offered more empty platitudes and goodbyes on her own behalf, on behalf of the Empire, on behalf of the Empress Eternal herself. Ella fought off the urge to roll her eyes on several occasions. And eventually, the princess turned alongside the massive minotaur chieftess to begin the long walk to the Hordelands.


***


The sun grew higher and hotter as they began their journey, making their way across the farmland around the city toward the Mosswood. After about an hour of walking, Nakani halted suddenly. Without saying a word, she began to shuck off the heavy cloak she’d been wearing, reveling a truly powerful physique underneath. 

The minotaur’s body was criss-crossed with scars from battle, and the lines of fresh skin marked and traced the woman’s prominent musculature. Her figure was easily that of a warrior, but her femininity still dusted over it all in the swell of her hips, the curve of her torso, and the massive breasts that dominated Nakani’s chest. Each full mound of flesh was easily the size of Ellaveryn’s head, perhaps even larger, and held in place by a band of thick leather that left much of them bare, as well as the rest of the minotaur’s torso. Below that, Nakani wore a simple leather skirt that came down more or less to mid-thigh, leaving the furry trunks of muscle that held her upright exposed right down to the huge cloven hooves.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Ellaveryn asked in surprise, cocking a brow as the minotaur seemed intent on stripping.

“Taking off my traveling cloak,” Nakani replied, reaching around to stuff the wadded up clothing into her pack. “I only wore it in the city to keep people from panicking, and it’s too hot out here for it to be comfortable.”

Only then did the smell slam into Ellaveryn. Her next breath drew in a wave of body odor and musk that coated her throat in an instant. Oily sweat clung to every inch of Nakani’s body, but especially the thick mat of fur that peeked out from under the minotaur’s underarms. It dripped from her extremities like a stinking rain, making her skin glisten beneath the bristly fur that covered her body, and it set Ella’s eyes to watering within moments.

“Undying Ruler,” Ellaveryn swore, turning in the hopes of finding a breeze or patch of untainted air, but found little in the way of relief. “H-how long were you wearing it?”
Nakani shrugged, cocking one thick eyebrow and wearing a bemused grin. “A few hours. Why?”

“No reason,” Ellaveryn said quickly, doing her best to breathe through her nose without gagging. She could swear she was feeling a little lightheaded, though whether that was from the smell or the awkward breathing, Ella knew not. “I just want you to be comfortable with me, Chieftess, since we will be working closely in the future.”

The Chieftess nodded her massive bovine head, her bull’s horns casting a strange shadow on the ground, and continued walking. It would be several hours more of this before the sun began to sink below the horizon, and Nakani chose a site for them to camp for the evening. The minotaur woman did everything without a word, setting out a low dome of hides to serve as a tent before turning back to the pack she’d been carrying.

“No second tent,” Ellaveryn noted out loud. “Where will you sleep?”

Nakani snorted and shook her head, saying, “Minotaurs sleep together in tents, for body heat and safety. And now so do you.”

Ella’s heart sank. While the sweat in her fur had dried out over time, Nakani still smelled like a well-raced horse, and the elf had been careful to keep upwind. The stench of the minotaur was almost palpable, and it felt like it was tainting her lungs, washing through her body and clouding her mind.

But the Mosswood got cold in the evenings, especially this time of year. Even worse, any number of things could happen to a person sleeping unprotected. The flimsy hide of the tent might not stop a sword, but it would dissuade most creatures by sheer virtue of existing.

“Th-that makes sense,” Ellaveryn said, gritting her teeth. In her mind, though, she was already dreading the evening to come. How would she ever get to sleep with the stink of that minotaur filling the tent?


***


The answer, it seemed, was pretty well. They’d only just started eating, but already Ella was exhausted. The travel, along with the heat of the sun on their backs, must have taken more out of her than she had expected, because she was having trouble keeping her eyes open as Nakani handed her the next minotaur “delicacy”.

The food had been revolting, so far. The first thing Nakani had given her was a mug of some sort of curdled milk, but it was different from any kind she’d ever had before. It was the wrong texture, for one, smoother than normal curdled milk but still nauseatingly thick, and the smell was horrid. Ellaveryn had been forced to hold her breath as she took the first slug of it, and gagged at the musky taste. It settled into her stomach like some sort of sludgy glue, coating her throat and sticking to her insides. At Nakani’s insistence, though, she chugged more of it down.

To her surprise, each heavy pull of the milk had been a little easier, and as she quaffed it down, a warm buzz began to haze her mind. She glanced to the chieftess and cocked a slender eyebrow. “Is there alcohol in this?”

“It’s fermented,” Nakani replied with a shrug. “Eat a little, it’ll help.”

Ella nodded, reaching for the most innocuous-looking thing the minotaur had set before her, a simple piece of flatbread with something spread upon it. As she raised it to her face, her nose rankled at the odor. The spread appeared to be some sort of soft cheese, thick and pungent and slightly yellowed. She took a bite without thinking, and her stomach churned at the greasy feel of it on her tongue. Still, she managed to swallow it, but the warmth in her belly only seemed to increase.

“M-maybe I should just go,” Ellaveryn began, breaking off as she tried and failed to rise to her feet. Just how fermented had that milk been? “J-just go to… to sleep…”

Nakani eyed her warily, with something almost like worry across her bovine face. She rose easily, moving to the princess in two great strides, and within moments had Ellaveryn swept into her massive, powerful arms. The elf felt her heart skip a beat—she wasn’t sure anybody had ever swept them into their arms before, and despite the fact that it was this savage, she thought maybe it wasn’t so bad.

“I c-can walk…” She mumbled, though she wasn’t really sure she wanted to walk. It was moot, though, because Nakani was already carrying her carefully into the small tent and settling her slender body onto a pile of furs and blankets.

Within moments, she was sweating. The little bivouac seemed to be designed to trap heat, and between that and the thick covers she was laying on, she could feel her body break out with moisture. It clung to her skin, beading between her breasts and under her arms, and she began to struggle out of her clothes. The strange, buzzing warmth that had spread through her made her fingers slow and clumsy, but she managed the first clasp on her tunic before Nakani leaned over her.

“Relax, I’ll do this,” the chieftess murmured, her massive hands surprisingly gentle as they pushed Ella’s smaller digits away. She got the clasps undone after a moment, and let the garment fall away to the princess’ sides, revealing a gauzy white undershirt. 

The low-slung leather weapons belt came next, and soon, Nakani was working at the toggle that secured Ellaveryn’s trousers. The elf felt a soft blush warm her already heated skin, but said nothing as the minotar carefully slid the down her legs, laying her clothing and weapons in a heap on one side of the tent. Ella felt somehow vulnerable and safe at once, her full lip caught between her teeth. What her people would’ve thought if they could see her now, wearing nothing but her underthings in front of this beast—even if that beast had shown an unusual amount of care and intelligence.

Her blush only grew stronger when Nakani began to take off her own clothing. Not that there was much in the first place; the chieftess unhooked a simple hasp under her arm, and suddenly her breasts were bear, massive and jiggling. The mounds were even bigger than Ellaveryn had originally thought, two watermelon-sized mountains of flesh capped with dark, puffy nipples. The breast band joined the pile of clothing in the corner, soon to be followed by the simple leather war skirt she’d been wearing. 

Ella almost managed to avert her eyes, but not before she caught sight of the thick tangle of pubic hair decorating her mound, or the—

The…

The massive cock that dangled between her legs, at least six inches and completely flaccid. Ellaveryn’s mind whirled as she took in this realization: Nakani was a Twinsoul, born a woman with a man’s genitals below the waist. And they were all there, Ella noticed, her face enflamed as she eyed the swaying sack nestled in Nakani’s thighs, each fat testicle the size of her fist.

“Y-you’re a…” Ellaveryn managed, a fresh wave of sweat breaking out along her body. “A Twinsoul.”

And then she was asleep.


***


This arrangement had already gone even better than Nakani could’ve hoped. She’d always heard that Princess Ellaveryn was beautiful and proud, but she hadn’t yet seen her when she’d proposed two bond the Hordelands and the Undying Empire through marriage. The sight of her alone at the gate to Tel’Myranna had been enough to stiffen her cock beneath her robes.

Now, though, Nakani couldn’t help a shudder of anticipation. The sleeping draft she’d dosed Ellaveryn’s food with had been more powerful than she’d anticipated, but it had done its job well. The princess was passed out and near-naked, her body on display and limned with sweat. Nakani’s massive member began to rise languidly, throbbing with blood as she breathed the scent of the princess in. Even sweating and worn from travel, Ellaveryn smelled of hyacinth and cool water, a refreshing scent that made the chieftess feel cleaner, somehow, for simply being in her presence.

Her hand snaked down her waist to the now-rigid cock she sported. At full length, it was a foot and a half long, big enough to make most any man self-conscious. On top of that, it was filthy; clinging to the smooth bullmeat is a slick coating of sweat, rancid cum, and filth, culminating in a sludgy, yellowed ring of smegma on the outer edge of the flare, disgusting and eye-watering in its appearance. Had Ella been awake, she would’ve recognized it as the putrid “cheese” she’d eaten earlier spread over bread. On a whim, Nakani reached down and swiped her finger through the nasty mire, then slipped the finger between the elf’s lips to wipe it away on her soft tongue.

The minotaur’s hands roamed Ellaveryn’s body, exploring smooth skin and soft, unmarred flesh so unlike her own. The princess’ body was pale and clean and perfect—but it wouldn’t be for long, if Nakani had anything to say about it. Ellaveryn would make a wonderful wife, but first Nakani would have to make her body a little more suitable to the task. Nakani’s fluids would take care of that, but she relished breaking the poor girl’s mind a bit, at least until the truth came out.

And speaking of cumming, Nakani planned to do just that. She knelt, cock in hand, and ran her broad tongue across the expanse of Ellaveryn’s smooth stomach, lapping up a bit of her sweat in the process and leaving behind a slimy sheen of saliva. Her tongue was almost six inches long, and it snaked underneath the waist of the elf’s thin panties to brush across her modest pubic mound. There was only a scattering of delicate hairs there, dusted down to the pudgy mound of her tiny virginal cunt. Just as well. Nakani would break it in soon.

But not yet. No, tonight was the base of all that was to come. She knew that Ellaveryn didn’t think highly of minotaurs, considering them little more than animals, and so the process of corrupting the girl would be wonderful. The mere idea of it made her balls clench and her cock twitch, and while she normally would’ve tried to hold off, that wasn’t the point today. Nakani slid the crotch of Ellaveryn’s panties to the side, grinding the blunt tip of her cock into the girl’s virgin pussy. It was far too tight for her to enter, but she was easily able to clean the fat head off, smearing a thick layer of greasy smegma across Ellaveryn’s puffy lips, making sure to pay special attention to her clit. She was rewarded with a soft moan from the sleeping woman, and it proved too much for Nakani to handle.

The first surge of cum splattered across Ellavern’s pussy, coating her inner thighs and much of her hips with hot, virile semen. Nakani had held off for a few days to make sure this first load was especially strong, and she could feel her balls churning with it. The disgusting semen went a little higher this time, coating Ella’s stomach and chest, rendering her undergarments translucent with the deluge of fucksludge. The last jets of over-thick jizz slapped across Ellaveryn’s face, and Nakani groaned as it did, plastering the elf’s hair to her skin and leaving her completely drenched in hot jizz.

That would definitely jumpstart the process.


***


The past week had put Ellaveryn through a gauntlet of issues she’d simply never faced in the past. She’d woken up the second day of their journey covered head to toe in congealed, jelly-like semen, the tent so full of Nakani’s dizzying musk that she was practically paralyzed for almost an hour, until the minotaur herself had woken up and opened the tent up. Once she’d finally managed to gather herself enough to demand an explanation, Nakani had explained in obscenely blunt terms that she’d had a wet dream that night, which was why Ellaveryn was drenched in cum. 

The idea had mortified her, and not just because the realization that all of this dense, virile semen had been but one of the minotaur’s stinking loads had turned her on a little. Also because they were days away from the first rest stop on their journey, or anywhere else she could wash the sticky fluid off of her, and she’d only brought so many sets of underwear with her.

And then she’d woken up covered in Nakani’s nauseatingly-thick semen again the next night. And the next. And so on, until they’d finally arrived at the Waypoint, a small inn halfway to the Hordelands. By that point, she’d taken to sleeping naked out of sheer practicality, but she could never wipe every drop of the stuff off of her skin before putting her clothes on, and it dried in places across her body. By the time they’d made it to the Waypoint, she had dried cum flaking off her skin with every movement, and the smell had left what felt like a permanent stain on her body, cloying her senses and hazing her mind with every breath she took. 

It left her filthy, and reeking of cum, and above all, so fucking horny. The thought shook her to her roots, but there it was, plain as day. She felt frustrated and pent up, as if she’d realized some part of herself had always been this aroused and she’d only just discovered it, but she could feel it in the way her pussy pulsed with heat and her nipples throbbed against her shirt. 

She caught a glance of herself in the mirror: the sun had begun to tan her skin, which was unusual since she didn’t remember ever tanning in her three hundred years of life, but that was what the sun did when you were out in it too long. More than that, though, she felt as though her breasts had gotten a little bigger, her hips a little wider, her ass a little fuller. More than that, dried semen and sweat and grime clung to her skin, and she could see short hairs under her arms when she raised them; she couldn’t remember the servants ever plucking hair from her armpits, but the servants often did so many things around her that she wasn’t aware of, this could easily have been another of them. Ella shuddered at the thought of that: how would she live in the Hordelands without the amenities of the palace? Already she found herself becoming somebody different.

But tonight she could finally be rid of the dust and grime and cum, at least for a moment. The Waypoint was famous for its onsen baths, hot springs the inn had walled off for use by patrons; they were nothing compared to the famed springs of Tel'Ashan. Ellaveryn would be able to relax away the stress of her new life, and wash away the hideous, mind-blanking stench of minotaur cum. 

“I’m going to the onsen,” Ella said without looking up as Nakani brought their things into their little bungalow, and then she grabbed a towel to make her way out to the springs.

She wasn’t expecting Nakani to step in front of her, though. Big, strong, powerful Nakani… with her massive, hideous Twinsoul coc—no, she couldn’t think that way! Ellaveryn could never lower herself to sleeping with a minotaur, even if it was just to work out her frustrations.

“I think it’s time for the dedication ritual,” Nakani said, catching the elf off-guard. “It will begin the rites that will make you a part of the M’kani. We can do it here, in the onsen.”

Ellaveryn eyed her warily. “Okay… what is that?”

“A bath,” is all Nakani said before preparing herself.

Half an hour later, with a private hot spring to themselves, the two women stood naked before each other. Ellaveryn kept her eyes low, not out of shame, but out of a vain attempt to keep from staring at the length of bullcock that Nakani possessed. It swayed with each movement, along with those fist-sized balls, and she struggled to keep from gazing at them longingly.

“So what does this ritual bath entail, oh mighty chieftess?” Ellaveryn asked, struggling to keep her tone nonchalant. She could feel her pussy getting hotter and wetter, though, slicking her thighs as she walked.

“Licking each other clean to prove devotion,” Nakani said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. A cocky smile played across her bovine lips, though, and Ellaveryn almost couldn’t tell that she meant it.

“Are… are you serious?”

Nakani only nodded, looking smug.

“I…” Ella began, fully intending to tell her no, to admonish the woman for even suggesting it, but—but then she gets a look at that fat cock, and feels the quivering in her poor, neglected womanhood…

“You must do it to swear your loyalty and devotion to me,” Nakani murmured, stepping closer to Ellaveryn and proving once again how she towered over the smaller elf. “And I will do it in return. I am your chieftess now, Ellaveryn. I will protect you as I do myself, care for your flesh as I would my own. Unto death.”

Ellaveryn’s heart thumped in her chest. Nobody had ever spoken like that to her, and the way that Nakani’s eyes drilled into her made her feel as if she’d never truly been seen before. Would it truly be so bad, devoting herself to Nakani? Even if doing that meant… 

“Okay,” Ellaveryn said simply, breathing in the dense musk that surrounded the minotaur. “I’ll do it.”
Things moved quickly after that. Nakani took Ellaveryn’s delicate hand and led her to the pool of steaming water, stepping in until the water was about knee-height for the elf. Then the minotaur chieftess sat down on the stone edge of the spring, waiting patiently for Ella to begin.

And begin she did. Ellaveryn leaned in timidly, but a breath of the minotaur’s heavy musk was enough to steel her nerve. Then she ran her tongue over Nakani’s muscled neck, causing the minotaur to shiver in pleasure. From there it was easy, with Ella licking and lapping her away through the bristly fur that served as Nakani’s hide. She worked down across the lines of her body, the smooth slope of her throat down into the cleavage of her massive breasts, even over the stiff peaks of her nipples. And all the while, Nakani looked on in rapture, panting softly as she cock grew rigid from the feeling.

Ellaveryn worked back around Nakani’s sides as well, tracing her way over the rippling muscles there and up into the minotaur’s armpits. The smell was enough to make her eyes water, but something about it was familiar now, and she swiped her tongue over the thick patch of hair beneath Nakani’s arms without a second thought. Sweat and oil filled her mouth, making her stomach twist as she swallowed it down, and still, she continued.

The elf did her best to ignore the massive appendage that throbbed turgidly at Nakani’s waist, but as she moved lower and lower down the chieftess’ body, she had to work around it, bumping gently against the twitching length of bullmeat. It was hotter than the water they’d settled into, and as long as her forearm, and soon, Ella couldn’t ignore it any longer.

Ellaveryn looked up at Nakani, then buried her face in the minotaur’s snarled pubic hair, licking away at the filthy, musky mound. Then the elf pressed her lips to the base of the chieftess’ cock and began to kiss her way up the underside of it, suckling and licking noisily at it until she reached the fat bellhead. It was coated in thick, greasy smegma that smelled rancid and horrible. Her stomach flopped at the scent of it, and she realized she was so, so needy. Her womanhood ached at the thought of licking this horrid sludge off of Nakani’s rod, and who was she to deny her body?

The chieftess groaned as Ellaveryn ran her tongue around the underside of her cockhead, scooping up a disgusting mouthful of filth. It was sour and nasty on her taste buds, coating her throat as she swallowed it. The fetid mire settled into her stomach with a feeling like finality, and Ella knew that she belonged to Nakani now. She closed her mouth over the fat tip, stretching her jaw to its limit as she made a seal with her lips, swirling her tongue around and around to lap up as much delicious smegma as she could—

“Stop.”

Nakani’s hands were on her before she could react, powerful grip lifting her bodily out of the water and into the minotaur’s lap. She felt the rigid meat of the chieftess’ cock slide between her legs, and she wanted it so bad, shifting her hips to grind against the tip of it, but then it was sliding farther, over the cleft of her ass and up her spine to seat the elf carefully at the base of it. Nakani’s deep green eyes found Ellaveryn’s icy blue ones, and their intensity made her heart skip a beat.

“There’s something you don’t know,” Nakani murmured, her face scant inches away from Ellaveryn’s. “About why you’re coming to the Hordelands.”

Ella frowned, but she could barely think about anything other than Nakani’s full lips, so close to her own, and the pulsing, twitching member against her back. “T-to be your ambassador?”

Something like regret flashed across the minotaur’s features, and she shook her head. “You’re not coming to be our ambassador,” Nakani said, her tone strange even through the buzzing in Ella’s head. “You’re coming… to be my wife.”

Ellaveryn gasped softly, her mind reeling as much from the woman’s musk as the words that left her mouth. Her wife?

“When the Empress Eternal proposed an alliance, I didn’t know what to say,” Nakani explained, her eyes closing slowly. “It would’ve benefitted both of us, but I don’t trust her. So I told her I would need one of her daughters to marry me, as a show of good faith. I didn’t think she’d do it, but…”

“But she gave you me,” Ellaveryn finished, her heart sinking into her stomach. “And I… simply believed her, and you….”

Nakani’s eyes opened once more, offering up their emerald orbs as she spoke, “But you deserve better than that. Better than me. I can’t even… my very aura is corrupting you, Ellaveryn. My scent, my cum, everything about me is changing your body into the perfect breeder for me. You should leave while you still want to.”

Shame mixed with regret in Nakani’s chest, and she looked way from Ellaveryn’s clear blue eyes. The elf was still herself on the inside, but even after a few days, the effect Nakani’s presence was having on Ellaveryn’s body was clear. In another week, they’d be at the Hordelands, and Ellaveryn would be almost unrecognizable to her family. How could she allow this to happen to a woman she’d intended to marry?

“Do it, then.”

Nakani looked up in shock to find Ella looking her in the eyes, panting softly. The elf’s eyes were sad, but something else as well as she looked up at the minotaur. 

“Make me yours,” Ellaveryn said, hips slowly lifting into the air until she felt the tip of Nakani’s breeding rod pressed against the soaked folds of her cunt, shuddering softly as it brushed across her clit. “My family doesn’t want me, but… but you do. So take me. Make me your wife.”

Nakani stared with wide eyes at the other woman, dumbfounded. “You’ll want this all the time, you know? You’ll be my plaything, do anything I wish?”

Ellaveryn nodded in answer, and slowly began to lower herself. The massive head slid into her with surprising ease given that she’d been growing wetter and wetter for the past hour or so. Inch after inch slid into her, until finally she felt the prickly hairs at the base of Nakani’s cock tease against her clit like tiny bristles, making her shiver in delight. A glance down revealed a stark bulge in her stomach, the outline of Nakani’s enormous bullcock pressed against her flesh from the inside out.

“I take you as my own,” Nakani groaned, her voice a breathy hiss of pleasure as her cock twitched and throbbed inside the velvety confines of Ellaveryn’s snatch. “I mark you as mine, in body and mind. I will care for you flesh as I would my own, so long as you are my wife.”

Then the minotaur lifted her new wife, and began to consummate their marriage with a fervor.

