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  Minotaur's seed

  The Surrogate

  Author: Lily Anton

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  ‘This was a stupid idea.’

  The village you've grown up in is 'protected' by a tribe of Minotaurs.

  They offer the kind of protection that is based on fear and submission.

  They've ruled over your village for years, using their tactics to get the things they want. This includes food, money, and when they call for it, women.

  The Minotaur use the women to breed, and when they're done with them and get the sons they want, the women, and often baby girls, are sent back to the village. Some of the women speak very highly of how the minotaur treated them. Others come back very changed by the experience.

  A good friend of yours recently came back, having given birth to a girl, she and the little one returned to the village.

  For a long time, she was quiet, not speaking about the Minotaurs at all.

  Then finally, one evening while the little girl slept, she turned to you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

  "He was good to me if you were concerned," she says.

  "What?"

  "Her father, Unselm," she says and looks to the crib. "He

  didn't want us to go, he wanted us to stay."

  Tears are in her eyes.

  "He said he would come for us."

  You look at her and then the baby who is rosy pink with white patches all over her body. She is rather adorable, and the question you ponder leaves your lips.

  "Did you love him?"

  "I do," she says. "But...they aren't allowed to keep their women. Only while they're pregnant-" she whimpers and hangs her head. "I didn't want to say anything, I was afraid I would be looked down upon. But I love him so much."

  "Hush now," you whisper and stroke her hand. "It'll be ok."

  She wipes her eyes and looks at you. "You're going soon, right?"

  You slowly sit back down, squeezing her hand tight. "I was called on a few days ago. I'll be sent for soon."

  "Not all of them are bad," your friend warns you. "Some of them are very good people. The older ones-" she hesitates. "It's the older ones who you need to worry about."

  You frown a bit and nod. "I'll be ok," you whisper.

  When your day comes, a carriage arrives for you. Inside, the carriage is extremely dark. It has no windows and feels very much like a coffin. As you step inside and sit down, the door closes, sealing you away from the outside world.

  You take a deep breath, holding back your urge to cry.

  You won't let the minotaur who has sent for you see you with bloodshot eyes.

  As the carriage moves, you feel a strange sensation. You feel a prickling at the back of your neck as your hair stands on end. It feels like you're being watched. You look up, trying to see through the darkness.

  You hear breathing, and you know you're not alone in this carriage.

  "Don't be afraid," the deep voice murmurs.

  You gasp and grip your fists to the seat.

  "This is tradition, after all, a way for us to meet without pretense," he says. "I'm Torqin," he replies. "No need to introduce yourself, I know who you are."

  You swallow down the painful lump in your throat.

  Torqin takes in a deep breath and exhales with a sigh.

  "You smell divine."

  You keep your mouth pressed into a tight line, and your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth.

  "Aren't you going to say anything?" Torqin asks. "I have yet to hear your lovely voice."

  "It isn't lovely," you croak.

  Torqin chuckles. "You don't have to be so nervous around me," he says. "We're going to get very close very soon."

  "If I let you," you growl at him.

  Torqin chuckles. "I was warned about you. The scouts told me you were a very difficult woman. You fight. You claw. You're not afraid of anything."

  "I'm afraid of a lot of things," you correct.

  "You don't have to be afraid with me," Torqin whispers.

  "But I enjoy a challenge. I enjoy...difficult things. I like to work for the good in my life."

  You scoff and turn your head away, peering at the glimmer of light coming through the crack of the door. You gasp when you feel a hand on your knee. It's massive and heavy and very warm.

  "Get your hand off me," you snarl.

  Torqin chuckles. "You will be begging for my touch soon," he says as he removes his hand from your thigh.

  "I am aching for yours."

  "You can ache by yourself," you hiss at him. "And ache away from me, I don't want to see that bullshit."

  Torqin laughs. "You're going to be fun. Like a feral kitten."

  "Call me a kitten again, and I'll bite your ear off your head." You glare through the shadows, wanting to make out anything about Torqin.

  Torqin moans, and it isn't the disgusting sound you would have thought it was. In fact, the moan sounds ...pleasing.

  "I like to get bitten," his voice is dark and dusky. "I like a rough touch."

  You swallow and try to get your head straight. Just because his voice was sexy didn't mean you could go and get soft now. "You're taking the fun out of this."

  "Forgive me. It should be fun first a foremost," Torqin replies. "Light wine and candles. My hands are going up your skirt. I want you to be wet when I find you," he snarls. "I want my words to have a power over you. So when I do start to touch, you're aching and dripping, just waiting for me. I'll taste my fingers and know exactly what you want."

  You glare and suck in a breath. "Stop," you whisper warningly.

  Torqin chuckles. "Fine. I should save my best for when you're ready for me."

  The carriage stops and the door opens. You step out and turn, looking up at the great, massive bull that follows behind you. He's chocolate brown with shaggy fur. His horns are black and tipped in gold, and he has to turn his head sideways to exit the carriage.

  You take a step back, wondering if you can run, but you see guards posted. It would be impossible to escape, and you've heard stories about what happens to the girls who try.

  Torqin stands tall above you, broad, hairy, and thick. He bows to you. "My pleasure to finally see you."

  You scowl at him. "I wish I could say the same."

  Torqin laughs as he rises. "Soon, you'll be begging for me."

  You roll your eyes. "I will do no such thing with you involved," you grumble as he leads you into his home.

  His home is large, but only so that it can accommodate him. His furniture is twice the size of what you're used to. Even in the room, you're given, the furniture is large.

  The bed is like an island and is probably the only thing you enjoy about this experience.

  For the first few days, you don't allow Torqin into your room. He knocks and asks for permission, but you tell him to go away. He obeys, but soon, you can tell he's getting frustrated.

  "I have the key," he says. "I can come in any time I want."

  "Then do it," you scoff. "Why do my feelings matter at all? Just come in and lay your seed in me! Who cares?"

  "I do," Torqin growls. "It matters to me. Your feelings matter."

  You stare at the door. "What?"

  "I don't want to take," Torqin snarls. "It is barbaric. I don't want to hurt you, that gives me no pleasure. I want you to feel as good as I do. We both have to consent."

  You're a bit shocked.

  "Can I come in?"

  You open and close your mouth a few times then frown.

  "Yes," you grumble.

  The door opens, and Torqin steps in. He sits down beside you on the bed, his hands placed in his lap.

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nbsp; "I didn't just choose you to fuck and breed," he growls. "I chose you because you sounded like a strong partner. I want a strong child," he says.

  You frown down at your hands. "I'll give birth and be shipped out," you reply. "How is that a partner?"

  "We'll be forever connected," Torqin whispers. "That's what a child it." He brushes his fingers along your cheek and tucks your hair behind your ear. "The ways are changing, the elders are dying. We don't just want to fuck and breed like animals."

  You glance at Torqin from the corner of your eye. "My friend thinks the father of his child will come for her," you say. "Will, that happen?"

  "Maybe," Torqin gives you a gentle smile. "But I will promise you that whatever happens between us, you will always be connected to me. I will make sure you are never wanting, even if we have to be apart."

  You slap his hand away and stand up, walking across the room.

  "I chose you for a reason," Torqin whispers.

  You sigh and turn to look at him, meeting his dark eyes.

  "Maybe you chose wrong."

  Torqin grins, "I know I didn't," he whispers. He then stands up. "Are you hungry?" He asks. "I would like to not eat alone."

  You huff and shrug. "Yeah, whatever."

  Torqin chuckles and flourishes his arm out as you walk past him. The table is set and filled with food. Torqin helps you into your chair and then serves you a goblet of wine.

  "We could have been doing this all along," Torqin says.

  You have to take the goblet into both hands as you drink. "I feel like a toy doll sitting at this table," you grunt.

  Torqin chuckles. "Forgive me for being such a big boy," he bites his lip.

  You cut a dirty look at him. "That sounds dirty."

  "It can be," Torqin chuckles. "That's all up to you."

  You take another long drink from the goblet and set it aside. Your plate is piled with food. Fried mushrooms dipped in fluffy batter, broccoli, a pile of potatoes, and much more. It was more food than you could ever eat.

  "No meat?" You ask as you start to dig in.

  "We don't eat meat here," Torqin explains. "It isn't good for us. Is that a problem?" He tilts his head.

  You shrug. "No. Just not used to it."

  Torqin sips from his goblet, his eyes watching you between bites. He smiles, and you hate how attractive he looks when he does. All you want to do is eat and go to bed, you don't want to have to worry about Torqin anymore.

  You drink just enough wine to feel warm and forgiving.

  Your lips come loose, and you start to answer Torqin's questions freely.

  "Will I be your first?" Torqin asks.

  "If I let you," you scoff. "But no," you grumble. "I've had sex with others before."

  Torqin inches in. "Tell me about them."

  You smirk and take another sip of wine. "I bet you'd like to know all about it," you chuckle. "All the dirty little details." You then scowl. "Well, there are none. Most of my experiences are boring in retrospect."

  Torqin tilts his head. "Boring?" He then laughs. "Oh, oh no. Are you telling me that you've never-"

  "Not never," you spit. "Just not with a guy."

  Torqin puts his hand on your back, his strong fingers kneading where it feels best. You gasp softly and lean into his touch.

  "Such a shame," he growls. "Having a woman cum for you is a badge of pride."

  "Should be," you grunt as his fingers dig into your lower back.

  Torqin leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "If you ever allow me the honor, I will make sure you cum as much as you want before I even get my fill."

  You gently push him back. "You think you're slick," you burp. "Just because you got some wine in me doesn't mean I'll melt to your massage and sweet words. Promising an orgasm means nothing to me."

  Torqin smirks. "I wouldn't dare do anything now. The wine would make you sloppy." he pushes your goblet away even as you protest. "May I confess my fantasy?"

  You burp again. "I don't care."

  He chuckles, his fingers still kneading and turning your spine to pudding. "It's the morning," he whispers. "The light is gray, and the air is crisp and cold. Your body is warm," he moans into your ear. "Your mouth is hot. You can't wait for me to wake up, so you take matters into your own hands. But I'm awake, I'm wide awake. It's painful," he moans. "I've been waiting on you for so long. You find my cock fat and hard against my stomach. Then there's your hot mouth and oh-"

  You suck in a sharp breath.

  "As I lift the covers to watch you, you complain about the cold. I grab you, pulling you to my chest. I promise I'll keep you warm." His fingers brush against your cheek. "Oh no, are my fingers cold?" he breathes. "Let me warm them up. Let me touch you. Let me taste you."

  You quickly push him away again and stand up from the table. You wobble and grab onto his arm for balance. "I need to go to bed."

  Torqin chuckles, helping you get to your room. He takes off your clothes and tucks you into bed. "I have a feeling this will be the last night you sleep alone."

  "Go jerk off and leave me alone," you grumble as you pull the covers up over your head.

  "As you wish," Torqin laughs. You hear him walk away and close the door.

  You stay under the blankets, tucking your hand between your thighs. You're sopping wet and aching. You touch yourself, slicking your fingers into your folds.

  You rub your clit, hoping to find some relief. You pant and moan, dipping your fingers deep inside.

  Damn Torqin and his voice. Damn his perfect words!

  You find a small bit of relief, not enough to quench the deep need now burning inside you. You fall asleep, agitated and a little tipsy. When you wake in the morning, you have a headache, and your thighs are sticky.

  You get up and go to find water. You step out of your room and go into the kitchen. You stand on a bucket to get your water and guzzle it down greedily.

  "Good morning," Torqin yawns.

  You turn, seeing Torqin is half naked behind you. He has on pants, but that does nothing to hide the morning wood he has. You turn back around from shock.

  "You weren't trying to surprise, were you?" Torqin laughs.

  "No," you grunt. You glance at him as he stands beside you, fetching his own cup of water. You look down and bite your lip. The tent tugs at the waist of his pants and you can peer down inside. You quickly look away.

  "That's obscene," you grunt under your breath.

  Torqin puts his hand at the small of your back, his fingers kneading there. "Did you sleep well?" He asks, avoiding your words.

  "No," you answer truthfully.

  Torqin's fingers feel so good. "Do you want to lay back down then?"