The Huntress (Male Needed)

[ looking for a half-man/half-monster or human-like creature (ex: faerie, elf, etc.) No forcing into sex, please; my character will give in. I would prefer pre-"exploring" before actually getting to it. ]

The night was young and the air was warm with springtime and magic. Deep within a forest, a young woman reached a large stream that flowed south, towards the direction she headed. Cynthia had been running away for days from a group of ogres that had destroyed her kingdom and were now searching for her, one of the princesses. Despite her title, she was often called the Huntress for she dwelled within forests such as these and was known to hunt with the elves. This made it easier for her to navigate among the expanse forest that would lead her to the kingdom of her uncle, where she knew that she would be protected. However, she knew that it would be better if she had someone to protect her for she didn't have an intimidating or large appearance and it with no doubt she would come across creatures that would harm her due to this.

No, rather her appearance was one that easily captured the attention of males just at one glance. With a tanned skin, her black and shinning hair strongly contrasted with her emerald-green eyes. Her lips were pink and plump, promising whoever was lucky enough to kiss them, or have them travel down their body, the pleasure of not only kissing a princess but of truly being kissed. Reaching the edge of the stream, she placed down her pack and started to shed her clothes so that she could wash her body. Now without her loose clothing, a body of Aphrodite came into full view. A set of large breasts bounced as she took the first few steps inside of the stream, until the edge of the water grazed her hind. The water was warm and clear and for the first time, she felt at ease. She was days ahead of them and she would finally have a night's rest.

Bending down, she used a cupped hand to grab water and rub her skin clean. In her left hand, she had a sweet-smelling plant to perfume her skin with. After a couple of minutes, she was fully clean. Her hands continued to work up and down her body, however, her eyes closing at the stillness of the area and the aromatic scent. Her body glistened wet and as her hand traveled down her stomach once again and stopped at near her sweet place. Cynthia had known men previously and since being on the run, which had been over a month, and she had not even seen one. She had truly been with a man once in her life, despite not being yet wed, but the memory was fresh and sweet in her mind. Until now she had not been able to think of it, being preoccupied with keeping herself safe, but in the peaceness of the moment, that new thought came to mind. Biting her bottom lip lightly, her finger traveled between her folds and she began to gently rub herself, sending a shiver up her spine and her juices to start flowing. A soft and sexy groan left her lips before she retreated her hand; Cynthia wasn't sure what had come over her, but suddenly she felt an urge she hadn't felt in a while.

"Too bad there's no man," She sighed, louder than she expected. Good thing there wasn't actually any creature out there. Without another word, she continued to lap water onto her body, at least enjoying the water.

It was the groan that drew Tyban's attention first. In the otherwise still and silent forest, the groan, no matter how soft, had reached his sensitive ears. The minotaur, curious, had stood a while and listened, expecting to hear another voice joining the first - but whoever it was seemed to be all alone. He headed off in that direction. Visitors to the forest were rare, after all.

He cut an impressive figure, standing close to seven feet tall, the heavy ax he carried strapped to his back only making him look more intimidating. His muscular form was covered in short black fur, and a pair of horns, the ends wickedly sharp, pointed up from his head. He wore only a simple loincloth for modesty.

He came to the stream, just in time to catch the woman's complaints that there was no man about. He smiled wryly at that. No one could really count him as a man. "Sorry to have disappointed you, then," He said aloud as he emerged from the brush. His eyes swept over her form; she was a truly lovely creature. But few human girls wanted anything to do with a minotaur bull. He couldn't help but wonder though, what had driven her so far from the kingdom. He had heard of one that hunted with the elves, but they were far from their hunting grounds.

[[Not sure if you were looking for something like a minotaur or not. If not, I can change it.]]

[No, that's good ]

Cynthia had her eyes closed when the creature emerged. The first thing that came to mind was that she had been found by the ogres, but the response seemed inappropriate. Those wild beasts would have seized her without hesitation and she would be gone or dead by now.

Opening her eyes, she didn't take any time to process what creature was in front of her before she quickly lowered herself into the shallow water, almost laying back since it wasn't deep enough for her to stand and cover her body up to the neck. The crystalline water was of little help to cover her up and her body was in display as her chest rise up and down sharply, but her clothes were a bit further from the edge of the stream.

After a moment, and looked back at the creature in front of her and a small gasp left her lips, almost inaudible. She had never seen one of his kind, but she had read of their immense power. And that was not to question; his muscles rippled from under this dark fur at any slight movement. He stood tall, far above her, looking both intimidating and -to her- like a good specimen for more than protection.

She couldn't quite believe her thoughts, but Cynthia didn't push them away either. Plus, his words, she realized, had been merely to her comment. This sent a new wave of heat between her legs.

"What's your name, minotaur?" She asked, making her way to the edge of the stream and grabbing on so that her legs gently kicked the water behind her. Her green eyes looked up in curiosity and something more-- a new lust growing. Something within her made her a bit worried, she had no clothes or weapons after all, but it wasn't as if she was fast enough to jump and get them. She might as well see what she could get out of this. Maybe he could even end up taking her to get uncle's kingdom. Cynthia hasn't meant it, but behind her, her hind was exposed and her breasts tubes against the edge.

[Sorry it's long, they'll start getting shorter I think]

[[No worries.]]

He watched as she sun down deeper into the water - or at least as deep as the water would allow. He could still see teasing bits of her body, her breasts and her hind, which drew his interest. It had been quite a while since he'd been around a female, and already it was putting lustful thoughts in his mind. He could swear he could smell a lingering scent of arousal in the air, too, but it was faint.

He settled down at the stream's edge, removing the ax from his back and setting it off to the side. It wasn't so far away that he couldn't reach it quickly, but he didn't want the woman to think him a threat. "Tyban," He told her, his red-brown eyes meeting her green ones, the small gleam of lust in them, along with her curiosity, not escaping her notice. "And your name, human?" He asked, "And if I may ask, what brings you so deep into the forest?

"Cynthia," she breathed out. The proximity he created sent her heart speeding up at a faster. It was foolish of her to linger around, but her mind refused to make up some excuse to leave.

She wasn't sure if she should tell him the truth. She wouldn't, or at least not all it. "I'm heading for the kingdom in the south and the forest is the closest way through." She didn't mention that it was also easier to hide from and get away from the ogres that chases her. They were much slower in this thick vegetation. "Spring is going away in a moon and there is better hunt there."

Her words spoke with sincerity, aid it wasn't a complete lie. "It's quite hard though," she added with a small pout, hoping to drop a hint, "Since I have no one to guide or protect me. I fear that I may come across trouble later on."

"What brought you to the stream, Tyban?" She asked after a moment. Cynthia could infer, but she wanted to hear it from the creature's lips, and to make sure she wasnt making up things in her mind.

Tyban simply nodded, accepting her story at its face value. Her lack of protection, though, made him wonder. Something spur of the moment must've set her going, if she didn't have the forethought to find a guardian before she set out.

"It would be rude of me to a lady such as yourself undefended," He told her, picking up her hint easily, "I would be honored to escort you, if you'd like, Cynthia." It would be callous to simply abandon her, and beyond that, there might be fun to be had.

He smirked a little at her question. "I heard an...intriguing noise," He told her simply.

[Wait, I'm guessing he's kneeling/lowered down at the edge (i imagined him on one knee)? Or is he standing?]

"What a gentleman," she purred, her wet hand reaching out to rest on his knee. The fur was rough and thick and the heat from his body warmed her hand, "How could I saw no to such marvelous aid?"

"I travel with little gold, not enough to pay fairly," she began, her hand taking up his leg, her tone apologetic even though she was no where near feeling sorry. Her thoughts had begun to go wild; with only a thin loincloth to hide his member, there was enough body to attract her eye and enough hidden to make her squirm with predictions. She was fully exposed to him, on the other hand, but the crevices and holes and mountains of her body were still unexplored and provided more mystery and pleasure than a good story ever would.

Cynthia was too far away and her arm was too short to reach his hip, so she withdrew her hand and stood up. The edge was even more shallow than where she had bathed, stopping just above the knees.

Stepping out of the stream, she slowly walked over to her bag. She was starting to get wet just from the thought, and soon it wouldn't be because of the water. Her long animal skin jacket rested on the ground, nearly folded. It was long enough to brush her knees and reach her wrist.

"Perhaps," she said, stopping to bend down and reach her jacket, well aware that her back was to him and that her large butt became fully exposed, and what message her daring action would send. Picking it up, she put it on, her body now hidden under a new layer and out of sight, and looked behind her shoulder, back to the minotaur, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "I can repay you in some other way that well satisfy you equally?"

[[Down on one knee will work.]]

Tyban could feel his cock react to having her hand so temptingly close to it, slowly creeping up his leg. He could feel it start to stir, twitching just a bit. Her hand was withdrawn soon enough, but he was treated to a most pleasant sight, her entire body, glistening with water, revealed to him as she left the stream. It was brief enough, a long jacket soon covering her up again. Before she did, though, he was treated to a nice view of her round bottom. All in all, it only made him ache to pull the jacket off her and taste every inch of her form.

He stood up once more, picking up his ax. "I'm sure you and I will be able to think of something," He said, his lust shown blantantly in his eyes as they swept over her now-clad form. "My home is just a bit further south of here," He told her, "Perhaps we ought to spend the night and be on our way in the morning?" He would need his own supplies, after all - and it would give them a chance to rest - or not.

It was getting late and the night would get colder. The last few nights, she had resorted to sleeping it under the moon either on a high branch or cave, neither which made for good escape routes in case she was discovered. Cynthia wondered what the home of a minotaur was like, but she was sure that a roof above her head and something to keep her warm, even if it was something other than blankets, were enough to satisfy her. Maybe he had some extra food and they wouldn't have to hunt tomorrow morning.

The idea, therefore, sounded more than splendid, and much more private. When he stood, she could see his bulge starting to ever so slightly rise and already it seemed large. If that had started to excite him, Cynthia could only wonder what would truly get him to its climax. A few moves from her part, she concluded.

"That sounds like a splendid idea," she replied with a generous smile, alleging many didn't get the pleasure of seeing. His list was evident and it excited her how this creature reacted. Reaching for the rest of her things -she didn't bother to get the rest of her clothes wet- she motioned for them to go.

"Are you the only minotaur in the first, Tyban?" She asked as they stayed walking.

He walked with her, leading her through the forest towards his home. He kept his guard up as they walked, but he rarely ran into trouble this close to home. "There are a few others," He said, "Mostly living furthe to the north or to the east." It wasn't unusual, for minotaurs to be so solitary. Still, they knew where to find each other, if the need arose.

His home was, as promised, not too far away at all. It was a little cabin, more than enough space for him. He opened the door for her, allowing her to pass inside first. There were only two rooms - the main room, with a hearth and a table and chair, as well as a second, containing his bed. A fire was going in the hearth, a pot of stew cooking over, its aroma filling the room.

He set down his ax. "Make yourself at home," He told Cynthia.

Cynthia walked in silence, her footsteps light and so she didn't make much noise. When they got to his house, she looked around the humble but clean area. She placed her bag down, which contained the rest of her necessities and the two other simple sets of clothes, the clean one and the one she had prior to washing herself.

The fire lit the room and warmed the house. Walking over, she warmed her body with the heat, the stew madeherstomach rumble; she had eaten earlier but had walked for a long time before settling down.

"You have a nice home," she commented with a sweet tone. "I have some fresh berries if you wish to eat them with the stew."

Cynthia peeked into the other room where a simple and large bed rested, covered by various animal furs. The naked skin under her jacket called for the soft touch of the skins, but she made no move towards it. Cynthia had sent the initiative message, she would wait for the minotaur to do the rest.

"Thank you," He muttered, not thinking much of his home himself. It had everything he needed, though, so it served him well enough. He nodded at her offer of berries to go along with the stew. They'd make a tasty pair, he had no doubt, but he hungered for something else instead at the moment.

As she lingered at the doorway to his bedroom, he stepped up behind her. "We could eat now, if you'd like," He told, giving her the option. "But if you'd rather see my bedroom..." He reached out and ran his hand down her side, giving her ass a light squeeze as he reached it. "I'd be more than happy to oblige."

As she felt the minotaur approach from behind, Cynthia tried her best to continue breathing normally, waiting to see what we would do.

When she heard his words, she couldn't help but smile and the small contract sent her thoughts scattering once again. Slowly, she turned around, placing a hand on his chest.

"The furs look rather inviting," she answered indirectly, her right hand traveling down. Her fingers teasingly traced the edge of his garment and she looked up at Tyban with a smile, one that made many men swoon.

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