Have Axe, Will Travel ( TriniMad x Blackthorne )

[Blackthorne]

Voragg Bloodaxe had named himself. He had no memory of how he had come to be a Minotaur, a bull headed man. Had he parents, had he been a man cursed into a beast? He didn't know, nor did he find any great desire to know. If it was a curse, it was one he was glad to have been inflicted with. In fact it was something he relished. He was powerful, in combat a nearly unstoppable juggernaut, able to cut a swath of destruction in any pitched battle, sending enemies fleeing, crushing their bones, drinking from their skulls, and hearing the lamentation of their womenfolk. Those words were not his own, but the sentiments were ones he had adopted as part of his personal code.

He had no memory of what he had lost. Had he a family that he loved? Lands, a loving wife? He was a beast now, and only remembered what had happened to him the night he awoke in the labyrinth years ago . But he remembered all of it, every step , just as he knew every stone of the labyrinth. He remembered the screams of every opponent he had slaughtered, te smell of their blood; as well as the faces of anguish and pain and the cries and every maiden he had deflowered over those decades

He had met others of his kind, but had more intelligence more cunning, and most importantly, more skill with weapons than any of his kind that he had met. And so rather than defend his maze against a steady stream of his kind looking for a place to live he had chosen to live on the open road, living by his axe and his wits. Many towns did not welcome him, or even allow him through their gates, but even the outskirts of a small town held more interest than a cold dark underground maze.

But here on the eastern edge of the Darkvale , and the western headwaters of the Asra River, with fed into the Serpenia River system, lay the town of Nighthearth, here in this settlement, he felt at home. There were nearly as many non-humans here as humans, and all were allowed, so long as they kept to themselves and didn't rile the authorities. There was no official government of the encampment, but order was kept by a group known as the Blades of Nighthearth. Essentially they were a group of thugs, a gang, but they were effective at keeping more or less some semblence of order. Of course, being here as a single woman was either an exercise in courage, or a foolish mistake. More than a third of the women in Nighthearth were slaves, , nearly a quarter of those had been captured near or around Nighthearth

To the west of Nighthearth lay the Darkvale. The attraction for merchants was clear - a caravan would save more than a month of the time it would take to bypass the Dreadwood and the Qara mountains. Of course , the Darkvale was an unnatural cut directly through the mountains, purportedly torn in the land an age ago by powerful magics. In many places rich viens of ore ran close to the surface, obviously miners flocked to the area. But there were few settlements in the Darkvale, as food would not grow in the tainted land, though scrub brush and bushes grew aplenty, more than enough to hide the scores of bandits and monsters that sought to waylay miners and travellers. Some of thes e monsters came up from the ground themselves, others had migrated here seeking the riches of the miners and the caravans. Not to mention the scores of adventurers who came here, seeking treasure in the myriad crypts that dotted the landscape, as when Darkvale was created, it revealed dozens of subterranean temples, some having been buried by time, others were used by creatures of the Underdark, which one culd also reach via many portals in the Darkvale

Voragg plied his axe here regularly, though usually only long enough to build up a nest egg upon which he woudl feast and drink, enjoying his money and throwing around large sums of money. But his pouch grew light , and he was ready to travel and fight once more. More than a dozen times had he traveled through the vale, and he had proven to be more than a match for most of the monsters faced, his axe had slain hundreds.

He awoke in his comfortable room, roused by a familiar smell in his nostrils and a sound in his ear. The sound he heard , the sound of a melodic elvish voice singing, carrying over the din of the fires and the shouts of the hawkers and the calls of whore mongers, the rough laughter in the barrooms and the cries of passion in the fleshpots. This voice carried over it all, calling him from his slumbers comfortable room at the inn, he lifted his axe and lept directly out his second story window, making a large impression in the ground next to other similar impressions where he had done the same in the past. As he approached the gathering, the smell of the fae folk was surely unmistakable. He licked his lips at the thought of a young elvish woman

A full head or more taller than the crowd, he waded through it, towards the sound of the haunting melody, as it ended the same voice spoke, seeking a true man, a hero, to travel through the Darkvale . Voragg stepped to the fore, brushing aside others in the crowd. "I am the one you want, I will go with you" His voice was deep baritone bordering on bass , and resonated deeply . The crowd begn to murmur, those were the most words anyone in town remembered the Minotaur having uttered, other than "More drink" or "Food, now" He looked up to the elvish woman expectantly .

 

[TriniMad]

Have Axe, Will Travel ( TriniMad x Blackthorne )

For a young elf like Lorelei, time was of no essence. She could travel wherever she wanted to, find whoever she wanted to, and explore whatever she wanted to. The entire world was her plaything, and it had been this idyllic attitude that had brought her far - straight into danger too many times to count. Not only to mention the fact that she was a lovely, shapely young lady; if she wasn't so magically and musically inclined, there would be no way she would be standing here in Nighthearth as a free woman only to be coveted and lusted afterwards.

So obviously, the star of the show tonight was her. Lorelei, vocalist extraordinaire who had come down to frontier into a place that certainly needed her type of magical touch. The patrons were entreated to the sight of the slender eladrin bard as she sensually made her rounds through the crowd, all delighted sighs and croons being interwoven with equally seductive fey magic. It was a common practice in bards after all with their bright flashes of color and brilliant showcases of explosions to enhance a performance, but every artist had their own touch as much as every musician played their instrument different. Lorelei simply preferred to pull at people's most powerful emotion and strongest desires; love and lust, two feelings that were often inseparable.

Tonight, it was a call, practically a begging for protection. She required strong men, powerful and virile, who would guard her with their lives through the treacherous lengths of the Darkvale. Males who would work for gold and the company of a young woman like herself... The wild insinuations were all too easy to weave into the melody, one that was guaranteed to make loins stir and egos inflate. Even before she finished with the song, a sizable group of warriors, rangers, paladins, and all sorts had already assembled at the front of the audience. All of them held the same eager glint in their eyes that was so common among those she so easily charmed; a bard like her didn't need an instrument when she was already a prodigy with playing men.

However, as she swayed and sauntered among them with a scrutinizing look in her eye, Lorelei could feel that none of them were truly... Worthy. They were all missing something, something that she couldn't explain exactly. Heroics? All of them looked like heroes, idealistic and proud in their ways. Maybe that was what she didn't want though, and it only became so much more apparent when the last high note hung clear in the air like a glinting diamond once she finished. The oversized bullish figure pushing his way through the crowd and right through the line of men in front of her until all the bard could see was the creature, no, man's tawny and scarred chest in front of her.

She didn't have to see much of him to know exactly that he was the one. Just his rumbling voice, that deep musk that rolled off of the minotaur was enough to make Lorelei step back slightly as her wide grey eyes grew even larger once she gazed upwards at the being. For a moment, all the eladrin woman could do was gawk at him in apparent awe before she too slowly licked her plush lips and cleared her voice. Already, the impure thoughts began to creep over her mind as her gaze flickered down to his currently covered loins where a mighty cock sure was stirring from its slumber, but now wasn't the time yet to proposition him about that. Instead, Lorelei purred back appreciatively, "Well, are you, my good sir minotaur? You certainly look the part... And judging from your impressive canvas of markings, I don't need to ask you about your qualifications either."

One by one, the other men began to wander away except for the most persistent of them who continued to hang around hopefully in case she would speak to them. However, for everyone else, it was apparent that Lorelei had already easily chosen as she boldly stepped up into the minotaur's space to press a slender hand against the hard sculpture of his muscles as there was a pulse of warm magic that seeped into his skin to relax his body, and more importantly, make her ever the more desirable to him - as if that was possible to make such an mistress of seduction like herself ever more lovely. "Now, might I ask for your name? And where we can reside tonight so we can discuss over the finer details of this arrangement we are to have together? I'm sure you're oh so eager to discuss with me what you desire,"" she hummed out pleasantly with a knowing smirk on her tattooed face, letting her fingers trail down his abdomen until they just barely grazed the front of where his crotch was located.

 

[Blackthorne]

Voragg gave a toothy grin, although his sharp canines were perhaps terrifyingly sharp, the look in his eye was somewhat endearing; it gave the general impression that he was not planning on eating someone in the next few minutes. The Fae woman came to him, he way she moved was like magic to him, as if she were weaving a spell. He watched in rapt attention. He tried not to let his jaw go slack, because he knew his massive tongue would hang from his maw , and she might think he were trying to impress her. Many women enjoyed his tongue, even though it had some roughness to it, it was also very long.

"Your song. Beautiful. More beautiful than moonlight. You beautiful also. " He blushed.

Words were not his best mode of expression, but he had been working recently to improve them, after all, it was important for getting work . He needed to focus on it more, but he could even talk in complete sentences in the right situation. Under stress though it became more difficult. Sometimes when he got tongue tied, he felt like a small child. His emotions were as deep, or deeper than anyone's, it was his words that were lacking. Perhaps that inability to communicate is what drove so many of his kind insane.

Voragg moaned low, almost sounding like a distant foghorn when she touched his muscle-bound chest. Her hand was so warm, it felt so good , so soothing, like it was speaking directly to his cold heart. As she asked his name he readily volunteered it, patting his chest. "Voragg. I..Am..Voragg Bloodaxe. Voragg have biggest room at Green Hawk inn. Just move back in last night" He carefully reached out and gripped her slender hand with his meaty mitt and gave a light tug at leaat light for him "We can go now"

His eyes were affixed on her right now, as if she were the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. In truth it was more than that. She had awoken feelings in him he didn't ever remember having , at least, as a minotaur. And being a minotaur was all he had ever remembered

One thing was certain, the woman was now under his protection. He turned and gave a hard stare at anyone else who tried to get close to the lovely bard. He made it clear that the selection was over, and moreover that he saw them as a potential threat to her safety. Turning back to her, he smiled "You ready to go now?" He was eager to take her back to his room. He wondered if he could wait that long before his hands were all over her. But this was a rough town, it might be safer for her if he held off, and besides, he didnt wan to get backstabbed while he was otherwise engaged

 

[TriniMad]

Ironically, a minotaur was one who was supposed to strike fear and awe into people's hearts. Instead, with how Voragg seemed to be completely smitten with her, he was almost... Adorable? Endearing? Whatever the description was, the eladrin bard was quite taken in return with him in how his words were so blunt but yet so meaningful. In many ways, he was the complete opposite of her, but that only added to his rough charm as Lorelei giggled in delight at how he tugged her in close. Had he not already shown himself to be a man who simply just took what he wanted? Who he wanted? Persistence was a trait that was a double-edged sword, but in this case, it was something to swoon over. "You do? That is most impressive, sir Bloodaxe! I knew I had chosen the right man for the job. Not only are you ready, but you are prepared!" the bard cooed up at him, reciprocating his gesture not only by squeezing his massive hand in return, but also pressing herself up against his equally gargantuan arm. Especially with how low cut her top was, that allowed for her ample bosom to press softly against his scarred skin, the breasts themselves barely contained in the tight outfit.

Fluttering large, expressive eyes that a man could drown himself figuratively in its depths up at the minotaur, Lorelei might not on the same level of having fallen head over heels the way Voragg was for her, but she was most certainly more pleased to be with him than she was with anyone else. If his overwhelmingly masculine musk hadn't been so powerful, perhaps he could have gotten a whiff of her sweet arousal beginning to waft from her slender body as he smiled down at her. Such a awkwardly adorable smile! She couldn't help the quiet laugh and her own returning smile, all brilliant white teeth and plush lips once he asked. "Please, lead me to your room, my darling protector. We have much to discuss tonight, especially what kind of recompensation you want," the eladrin hummed out pleasantly, subtly putting a bounce in her step to let her creamy white breasts jiggle right in his line of sight if he were to look downwards. The insinuations were strong in what she wanted with such an obviously virile male like him, but it was laced with a fair amount of curiosity in just being with one of his kind.

As they made their way closer to the inn and away from the rest of the crowd, Lorelei squeezed his hand once more to pull his attention back down to her as she beamed up pleasantly once again at Voragg. "I must admit that I've never went into the Darkvale... What do you suggest, mighty Voragg? What kind of dangers will we encounter? How can I make your time worth with me for traversing these lands? I haven't even discussed what I can repay you with, and already, you're offering your room to me! What generosity, my dearest minotaur!" she genuinely complimented in a delighted purr, offering another excited and carefree laugh. "Oh, the joy that I have in having found you! Thank you! Truly!"

 

[Blackthorne]

She quite simply made him want to be better than he had. A better version of himself. She excited him to his very core. Voragg had bedded many women, and not all of them had been fully agreeable to the idea, at least at first. And many of them changed their minds, one way or the other. But she looked at him, she talked to him, like he was , well, a person, not a thing. Part of him sensed maybe she wasn't entirely trustworthy, but that thought was pushed far away. He wanted to trust her. And moreover he wanted to protect.

"Well , many places in the Darkvale, gouges deep in the world to places most fear to go. Drow, yes those are there, and deep gnomes and more orcs than I know numbers to describe" he paused in a blush "Hordes of them. But they like paper toys to Voragg, the drow darts no hurt me, the orcs I tear through. Still, Voragg better protector than guide. But me tell you things I know"

"There this place where Voragg see these big Frog people. No had seen those before , but they had a maze. Voragg good with mazes, but so are Frogg people. they have powerful magics. Some green frogs, grey frogs , red frogs. Even black frog. Voragg no liked him, THey no attacked me, I left. I guess they thought I work for them, they gave me work to do but then I leave. Not so orgaznized. They looking or some thing but they no tell Voragg what it was. They no from our world Voragg think. The maze not natural. "


"there also strange gawky people. Very tall, and.. thin. Look like they break, but they very tough. Have huge swords. They no ignore me like Frog people, they fight me and caravan, try to steal things. But me they look for same thing as Frog people . But the gawky warriors who almost as tall as Voragg, very good with swords. But they had no interest in the caravan really, they fall back after Voragg kill 3 of them. They leave the bodies but took the swords, Voragg remember. Voragg follow them, see they camp have Giants working for them. Giants build them a fortress of rocks. "

By now he had led her back to the inn. he didn't notice the people who stared at the pair of them, doing a double take at the unlikely, mismatched pair. He held the double doors open for her, outstretching his arms to hold both doors at once, and then closing them, and escorting her up the stairs. The barroom was mostly wooden with some nice round tables as well as some larger rude tables and benches for the moe common-folk. For a few coppers people could sleep under those tables. Voragg didnt like such communal arrangements, he was more used to solitude.

He was grinning from ear to ear as he brought her up. "I sorry smile so much, am very happy have prettiest girl with Voragg now, stupid people no know what to say" He blushed. He wasnt even sure what he was feeling, it was a bit confusing. Happiness wasn't really a thing he ever thought of before, that he could remember.

Leading her up to his second story room in the 3 story inn, the room had a very large oversized bed with a mattress stuffed with furs wrapped around a whole flock's worth of goose down. The linens were fairly fresh, not the finest silks but better than the horse blankets Voragg normally got to sleep with when he was in a town.

He barred the door once inside with the stout wooden block, and then looked at her "So now we talk how you pay me. I think this be the part we like the most, but me think maybe you like this part too" He grinned at her, his eyes were smouldering "Me have hard time waiting to have you all way back in room, but you pretty girl, you need better than Voragg give you fuck in the alley" He moved closer to her now, looming over her . For once he was afraid to hurt the girl mainly because he felt she might actually be up for it, but he seized her nonetheless , tossing her over onto the bed and then trying to jump atop her himself. Of course he knew she was fast, she might squirt free.

"Voragg want you so bad it hurt" and it was true - his member ached it was throbbing so hard.

 

[TriniMad]

What Voragg lacked in words, he made up in gusto and sheer presence. Every word he said had a meaning to it, a purplse. Lorelei frankly loved that about the minotaur as well as his overwhelming masculinity contrasted with her sensual femininity that drew every eye to their pairing. The bard simply basked in the attention, which ranged the entire spectrum with jealousy to interest to disgust at seeing such a lovely being like her on the arm of something so primally beastly as him. So, even while his voice was utterly pleasant to listen to, the eladrin was more distracted by being able to walk around like this, to the point that Lorelei only caught the main gist of what he was explaining to her; the fact that the Darkvale was filled with all sorts of vile creatures that should be avoided, except that he could take on all of them if he wanted to.

However, pretending to listen was an old skill of hers, one that Lorelei had now honed into perfection. She 'oohed' and ''ahhed' in praise of his deeds in all the right places, though those melodic hums were quickly dropped once they had arrived at his room. So, the minotaur really hadn't been lying when he said he had the best one in the inn. Granted, the eladrin had slept in farther more luxurious places, but most of them wasn't with someone she was so eager to bed and please until the only thought in her mind was how wonderful the experience was. with the same nonchalant swaying saunter, the bard began to run her slender fingers against the bed, testing its comfort - ridiculously bouncy, just the way she liked it.

"They don't know what to say because they're jealous not only because of you, but also because of me," Lorelei purred back teasingly for the minotaur, offering him a coy smirk. "They know no one else is as powerful or capable as a big stud of a bullman like yourself." Giggling teasingly, the bard's peals of laughter quietly died into intense silence once Voragg had barred the door. Now, it was actually down to business... Fun business though. The more he spoke, the more her own face began to mirror his in how wide her smile became along with the heated spark that flared in her large eyes. To be honest, he didn't have to say much, not when they both knew what they wanted and why they were here in his room. So when she felt herself be pushed back onto the bed and for him to crawl on top of her, she gave no resistance.

The opposite in fact; Lorelei sprawled out comfortably underneath him, tossing off her hat and letting out a delighted little whimper at his words. "You do, Voragg? Oh, darling, I'm all yours for the taking then," the eladrin purred up sultrily as she licked her lips slowly with one hand reaching up to caress his curving horns. The other, went to somewhere much more horny, slipping right past the hem of his pants to grasp at the throbbing, massive member that tented against the fabric. "Oooh~ I've never been with someone so impressive and well-endowed with you! Truly, you're so special," she couldn't help but moan out in pleased surprised, twisting her hand to explore the entire length as she arched herself up invitingly for him to touch. Even with the lust boiling to the surface, the bard still had enough sense in her not to want him to rip off her clothes tonight. At least, not tonight for that matter.

"Mmm, you can undo my top from behind," Lorelei instructed breathlessly, letting her creamy ample bosom jiggle slightly with every movement as she gave a little devious squeeze to the base of his cock. Still smirking playfully with now flushed cheeks, she even reached down to roll his swollen balls gently in the palm of her hand, continuing to whisper up at him sensually, "Tonight, my dearest Voragg... I want to milk every last creamy drop of your fat load into and on me tonight. Do you think you can do that, you big stud?"

 

[Blackthorne]

Voragg moaned a little as she caressed his horn, but then he deeply groaned as he felt her hand on his shaft. He loved how she could not really get her slender fingers around it and yet she was so good at holding it. "Ohhhh.. Voragg think you do this before" He grinned at her and chuckled a little "That feel so good"

He really had no idea how long his shaft was or how thick his girth. He had heard it said when it came to fixing things or building, Measure Once, cut twice, but for Voragg, the saying was "Make it fit first time" Luckily that was not quite his way of mating, he didn't like the loud screeches that sort of method elicited. Well, not always. Sometimes screams were fun. No, he simply didn't understand measuring much, and yet, he had an instinctual understanding of such variables as distance , direction and time. An innate aptitude for pattern recognition and remembering them.

And yet it was hard to focus on the knot, and his thick fingers were better for rending than for untying frilly things. But he found the focus eventually an pulled it open and off, and then his hands went to her breasts. "Me have lots of it to give you... me put lots into you.. me put onto you. Over and over give you deep fuck, sexy girl . but make you ache "

His hands were rough and not not brutish when it came to caressing breasts, there was a tenderness to his touch, an instinctual ability to please a mate when he wished to . So far as Voragg knew, there were no female Minotaurs, they mated with female humans or elves. Though not all Minotaurs were quite as smart as him, he had found. He he remembered one rather clueless sort who would rut with anything.

His long tongue reached out and licked her neck and ear and then her breasts, it was rough and strong and flexible. He lasciviously lapped and swirled it around her breast . Meanwhile for now he was content to let her take charge of his shaft. He didn't want to hurt her so soon into their association. There would be plenty of time to take charge of her once she was more used to his girth.