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Monster's Mercy

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CherriPie

Super-Earth
Joined
Jul 18, 2011
The rope they had tied around her wrists and ankles were too tight, but she knew that was on purpose. They always treated the choosen sacrifice roughly, until New Years day at least. When New Years came around they did the girl's hair (Her blond hair was in a french braid) and threw them in a dress (Her's was a soft pink) worth 10 times more than their life and then when the moon began to raise, they would throw tie the girl on the altar and leave her to die.

Dakota didn't know why she had been choosen, but she had. They pulled her out of work one day and tossed her in a cell without a word and she had been powerless to stop it. And now she was tied up, and waiting for the monster to show it's face. Soon enough Dakota would be face to face with death, and she was terrified.

Eveytime she forced herself to scan the word's edges, she would see movement. The shadows seemed to toy with her and push her closer and closer to the edge. But she had to stay calm, even when facing certain death, because freaking out wouldn't save her here. Nothing would be able to save her but the monster's mercy.
 
There was a slow, light shuffling in the woods, helped out by the breeze that made the shadows dance in the moonlight. It was a full moon, the only time he actually came out of his chamber to the village. They never liked his gifts of animals, and they didn’t heed his warnings about sending hunters after him. He wondered what the yearly female on the stone slab was about, but he had become cautious: Each one thus far had been holding a hidden blade and tried to kill him. So he killed them and left a reminder of his warning in the days after.

This was one of those nights, a blonde hair woman in a pink dress tied down on the altar once more. He was slow and stealthy, which was surprising for a creature like him. One would think that he would make much more noise, although he didn’t. The winds blew past his nude form, but he was strong enough to ignore it.

It was a slow movement that drew him out of the forest towards the figure, standing at 6 foot tall, his horns making him larger. He was small for a Minotaur, but he wasn’t a purebred one either: Being half human, a large majority of his body humanoid except for his feet, tail, and horns. He walked slowly to the woman, standing tall over her and looking her over. “Yet another.” He said, his voice rather gruff, before he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her into the forest.
 
She saw him before she heard him. She had been scanning the woods for what seemed like the 50th time when his horns caught her attention. He was tall, although there was a few men in her village who'd have him beat if it wasn't for his horns. She looked down at the ground, too scared to make eye contact.

How human he had looked shocked her, even with he stories hunter had told her before she had been choosen. Her people didn't have a name for what he was except for "The Monster". She wondered why he was taking his time getting to her. Did he want the tension to drive her mad? Did he want her fear to swallow her whole?

His voice made her flinch back, she hadn't expect him to be able to speak. She wanted to respond to him, but what could she say to him? She bit down on her tongue when she felt his hands on her. For a few moments she had thought he was going to attack her and let out a quiet sigh on relief when she was put on his shoulder.

She didn't know what he had planned for her, but not being killed on the spot was a good sign... Right?
 
He was slow in carrying her away, through the forest of snow. She was probably freezing in that dress, but it never bothered him, never. He brushed aside snow from the tree branches, covering tracks easily until he came to the side of the mountain. It was decently large, and he searched for a bit.

It wasn’t long until a cavern opened up to him. He slowly walked forward, the light quickly dimmed until there was none. He slowly moved forward, a hand on the wall to guide him. It would have been pitch black for her as they walked, and it was almost 15 minutes before there was a light ahead of them. The light grew until he carried her into a rather cozy room, a fireplace roaring in the far set wall, keeping the room warm compared to outside.

He stepped forward, putting her on what seemed to be a bed. It was both hard and soft, a pillow and mattress made of stuffed feathers on stone. He didn’t bother untying her, taking a chair and facing her, unbothered by his nudity. “Rule. Do as I say, or I kill you. You try to kill me, I kill you.”
 
She closed her eyes tightly when they reached the pitch black section of the cave. She tried to imagine happy times at her village, the best she could at least. She imagined the monthly dances the men performed on the full moon. When she was kid she had always been so excited to watch it. She then thought of the freshly baked cookies she used to get on the walk home from school. But then Dakota couldn't stop the memories of her week at "home.". The man had been rough when they pulled her out of work, she hadn't been feed more than what they had to, and it was always dead silent in her cell.

After what seemed like forever they came into a well lit cave. It was nice and warm, much more cozy compared to outside. She was happy to get out of his grasp, even if it was onto a bed. Compared to her bed back home it was defiantly hard, but she liked it better then being held by him. She nodded her head at his rule, not wanting to speak to him. She hadn't even thought of crossing, or killing him. That would be certain death and at least right now she was resting on a bed in a warm room.
 
He nodded his head with a small grunt, moving to sit on the bed, grabbing her by the wrists roughly before slowly untying her, doing her legs second. “No leaving cave alone.” He said, as he finished untying her legs. “Cave maze. Cave dark. You get lost. You die. Me know way, me take you out when needed.”

He laid down, pushing his back to the wall to give her room on the bed to lay down. “My bed, only bed here. We sleep on same bed.” He put his hand lightly on her shoulder, almost comfortably. “Me no trust you yet. But you good human, not try to kill me. Me protect you from bad humans.”
 
At frist she had almost acted in disgust when he frist grabbed her wirst, but she stopped herself when she realized he was taking off the bindings. The skin from where she had been tied was red and there were some cuts there, but she was happy to not have anything digging into her skin anymore. She nodded quickly at her words, mainly because they made sense but also partly because she didn't want to anger him.

The fact that this was the only bed here hadn't been much of a surprise to her but it had been a letdown. There was no way she'd be able to get sleep with him right there.And it wasn't just because she was scared of him, he was completely naked! Her train of thought broke when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She didn't trust him either, but if he felt the same way she did and was still giving her a chance? The least she could do was the same thing. "Ok." She said, Dakota didn't know if she was referring to the bed issue or what but she did feel better once she said it. She looked at him and gave him the best smile she could manage "Thanks."
 
He heard her words, smiling to her softly, his hand going and gently running fingers through her hair, careful of the braid she had. “You good human. Know your place. Very kind. Very pretty. Me no hurt you like this.” He laid his head on the pillow, making sure that his horns didn’t take room from her.

“You sleep now. Me Master now, but me kind Master. Just listen and I treat you well. I promise.” He nuzzled his head against the pillow, eyes on her, watching what she did, obviously still not convinced that she was completely harmless. “Me go out and hunt in morning. Bring food. Fill your belly with warmth.”
 
It seemed that as long as she was kind to him, that he would make no attempt to hurt her. She sighed happily when he ran his fingers through her hair, the feeling it gave her comforting. So far he was far from what she expected, and that was defintly a good thing. She felt better about sharing a bed with him but sleep still wouldn't come easy.

"Master huh?" She said more to herself than him. It seemed that he had good intentions so far, so she didn't mind him being the one in charge. He had said that he'd protect her so at the very least he'd be kinder to her than her village had. As sleep slowly came over to her she heard his last statement of him going hunting in the morning. She mumbled a quiet thank you to him before she was asleep.
 
“Master. They give me you as slave. I Master. You Slave.” His hand was careful in her hair, watching as she slowly fell asleep, a smile on his face as she gave him thanks. He laid down a little fuller, letting his eyes close, an arm wrapping around her hips protectively before he dozed off.

He slowly woke up in the morning, a little groggy before he stretched, letting go of his hold of her. He rubbed his eyes before noticing that he moved to be pressed against her last night. He moved back, but stopped as he was on his back, looking down at his hard length, the heat building in him as he brushed against her from moving.

He gently shook her shoulder, his voice low. “Time to wake.” He said, waiting for her to wake up before he pointed down towards his groin. “You, take care of it.”
 
She had slept better than expected, much better than her last nights in her village. She had felt safe because of what he had said about keeping her safe. Maybe her life from now on would be pleasant with him. Her sleep had been a deep one, without much in the lines of dreams. If she had dreamt, she'd never remember them.

She hadn't been too difficult to wake, so maybe her sleep hadn't been as deep as it seemed. She sat up with a yawn and rubbed her eyes, awake but still not fully aware. She had been confused by his command a first but then her eyes had found where he was pointing.

Her eyes widened clearly not expecting to wake up to something like that. She looked up at him then back down. "T-take care of it?" She asked him, not sure if she was misunderstanding what he meant.
 
He watched as she slowly woke up. She was a adorable human, beautiful in heart and body. He wasn’t surprised that she was shocked by what he was ordering, but that didn’t ease his problem.

As she asked him in rather shaky words, he nodded, almost vigorously so. “Yes. Take care of it.” He pointed to it again, his length bobbing slightly in the air. “I am still beast, I cannot control urges. Take care of it. Or Beast come out, and take care of it own way. Too dangerous for you. Best if you do it.”
 
When what she thought had been confirmed she stared at him stunned for a few moments. This was a possibility that she had never even crossed her mind. He had been so sweet to her yesterday, she would have never thought he had planned to use her like this.

"Um...Ok." She said positioning herself so she could do a more pleasing job. She looked up at him, her eyes showing the distress she was feeling. "T-this is my um... first t-time d-d-doin' somethin' l-ike th-is."

She then leaned over and kissed his tip gently, leaving her lips there for a moment before she glanced up at him to see his reaction.
 
She was obviously distressed, and he frowned, his fingers going through her hair to help calm her down like he had done for her the last night. “It’s alright pretty human. I am use to Slaves who do it willingly. Then try to kill me. But you are beautiful and I do not wish for the Beast to kill you.”

She gently kissed the tip, and he let out a soft groan. “That feels good. Do not be afraid. I not do anything to hurt you.” He let his head fall back to give her a little peace, her touch feeling really good.
 
At the sound of his moan, she smiled to herself. That had been a sign that she was going in the right direction with this. She began to trail kisses up and down his shaft. She made sure that some were quick and others would linger before she moved on to the next one.

She then moved her attention back to the top, kissing his tip again. She took as much of him in her mouth as she could mange comfortably. She used her tongue to trace a light design on one side, before doing another design adding more pressure on the other side.
 
He couldn’t help his eyes closing as she slowly continued her ministrations on his length. Soft groans and somewhat heavy breathing escaped him, his fingers slowly gripping her hair, running through it more, slightly loosening the braid that she had.

“Do you like your hair? Can I loosen it?” He asked, fingers shying away from her hair design, her lips around his head drawing out another groan from him, her tongue teasing and pleasing at the same time. “See? *pant* You good, no… worry…”
 
The more noise he made, the more comfindent she felt about what she was doing. The sounds he was making showed her that she was better than expect at this. And although she wouldn't say it out loud, at least not yet, she was starting to enjoy this.

The feeling of his finger running through her hair was something that made her feel safer. She didn't know why but it did. So at his question she respond by running her own fingers through her hair, that was the only was she could think of showing him without pausing what she was doing to him.
 
Her hand went through her hair, undoing the complicated braid in one passing, and his hand joyously went through more of her hair, gripping every so often as a fresh wave of pleasure washed through him from what she was doing to him.

His hips were slowly moving with her own movements and play, the feeling too good to stop what he was doing. “You… never did this… anything like this? This… is too good… I don’t believe…”
 
Everytime he would grip her hair, it would cause her to moan. That was the only response her body could manage with him in her mouth. The first few times she had wondered how the vibrations from her moans would feel, but she just assumed it felt good and continued to do it.

Then she felt his hips began to move, this was also taken as a good sign by her. She hadn't know that she was good a things like this, but was quite happy about it now. If this was something he'd ask of her often, Dakota didn't think that she'd mind that much at all.
 
Every moan that she released sent a vibration through his length, making him groan out. He seemed serene, needy but happy and almost relaxed as she played with him, fingers not hesitating to play with her hair more. But soon his hand left her hair.

“Its… too good… Must… return the favor… to Slave…” His hand slid down her body, soon finding her legs, fingers slowly stroking along her thighs, sliding inside and slowly up.
 
Dakota tried to keep her focus as she felt his hand creeping up her leg, but all you had to do was notice the blush on her face to see that she was having trouble with it. "M-m-master." She said her voice conveying her want for him. She didn't know why she was wanting this all the sudden, but her body craved his attention.
 
He heard the word of want in her voice, a soft groan in his throat. “Yes, Master. Master make you feel good. Master promises.” His hand slid fully up, fingers lightly stroking her through her panties, pressing a little firmer, wanting to feel her get wet to him as she played with him.
 
It was impossible for her to ignore the firm feeling he was giving her. She had moaned almost right away when he had frist pressed down there, and her moan wasn't the only sign of how good it felt. She was getting wet, the response her master had wanted. Dakota couldn't wait to her her panties off, she did not like the fabric that was blocking him from really touching her.

But getting her panties off wasn't at the top of her list right now, her number one goal was to get him to his release. After trailing kissing up and down his length, she rested her lips on his tip. She then let out a short quiet hum. She then let out a slightly louder and longer one following that. She did this until she was doing it was long and as long as she could manage.
 
Her new tactic made him moan out, eyes closing as her lips slightly went over his tip, and her humming sent a strong vibration through him, although it was mostly on the very tip. His hips bucked at it, pushing the entire head into her mouth before he pulled his hips back, slightly embarrassed at the lack of control on his body. He was the master, after all.

His hand rubbed slowly at her through her panties, but it wasn’t long before he grunted, grabbing her hips and pulling her over, sitting her knees at the side of his head, ankles relatively under his horns. His fingers rubbed a little firmer at her through her panties, before he leaned up slightly, tongue licking over her through her panties.
 
When his hips bucked, it made her smile confidently. Any signs of his pleasure was something she'd be happy to see. But before she could continue to please him like this, she felt his hands on her hips. A light blush covered her face when she was moved to be right over him.

"A-ah!" She cried out from the ripple of pleasure than traveled through her body at the feel of her Master's tongue. It felt even better than his finger had, but there was still one thing getting in her way.

"T-t-take th-em off m-master!" She gasped wanting her panties out of thier way.
 
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