Caged By The Minotaur

THIS IS DARK EROTICA AND CONTAINS SOME KINKS THAT ARE NOT FOR EVERYONE.

THIS STORY IS COMPLETE BUT I AM CONSIDERING ADDING MORE CHAPTERS IN THE FUTURE.

THIS BOOK WILL BE FREE IN ITS ENTIRETY FOR A VERY SHORT TIME ONLY.

The young handsome King stood from his ornate antique gilt French Empire kingwood desk to examine the contents of the cage brought fresh from the hunt on his home dimension of Aleradus in the eighth dimension to his deceased Earth father’s ancestral home in Scotland. Curled up inside on its floor was a beautiful naked woman. Her eyes were a beguiling blue, the colour of the sea’s waves lashing at the cliff tops of Hamilton Island on which his mother’s Scottish family seat, the castle of Dubray stood.Her skin was a pale translucent blue, flecked with small darts of navy blue and spots on her back, neck and down the sides of her arms and legs.She would make a delectable addition to the Emperor’s Park.

Lord Guy Playfair as he was known in Earth’s dimension was a tall man, tightly muscled in his lean athletic appearance.His looks were legendary throughout Scotland and England. His hair was dark brown and worn fashionably short. Guy had intoxicating brown eyes flecked with chestnut red that could draw a woman helplessly to him and cast her under his spell. A strong jaw covered in neatly groomed facial hair bespoke strength and strong masculinity contrasting with the smooth lightly tanned skin of his body. Always dressed in a designer suit, his presence was dominating and women responded to his need to take charge of the world around him and of them. It made them feel safe and secure.And at the believed by many, age of thirty-eight, he was the most sought after, rich bachelor in the country if not in the world.

But he did not show all of his true identity.Whilst he appeared human, he could also transition at will, into his father’s kind from Alderaus.Lord Playfair was also a Minotaur.He was a striking specimen, just as his father had once been and his brothers now were with his bronzed athletic figure, broad muscled chest, strong powerful thighs leading down to his tight calves covered in shiny deep brown hair and cloven feet.Sitting on top of his magnificent smooth featured bull’s head, his horns were ivory.Both appearances were equally as handsome and unique to each world he inhabited.He lost none of his dominance as the Minotaur, if anything, it was more prominent and fearsome especially over women.

Two black suited men stood either side of the cage guarding the beautiful female creature it as he approached. One of them handed him a key and he bent to open the padlock on the door. He frowned when the woman gasped and moved away from him.

“She hasn’t been milked. Why hasn’t she been attended to?” he demanded with curt authority reaching in to curl his hand softly around one full swollen breast on the woman lying on the floor of the cage. He squeezed it gently and felt the milk move inside the mound against his palm.

She was full to the brim and must be in a lot of pain. The woman needed milking now. He called her a woman but in truth she was more than that. She was an exotic creature hunted in his own dimension of Aleradus that was home to a wealth of exotic beautiful races who were now becoming extinct just like his own. The woman was a Mirian, a beautiful forest nymph who produced milk from her breasts not only to nourish her offspring but to feed the man who dared to capture her and take her for his mate. The beautiful creature produced milk twice a day and was doomed to spend the time searching for a man to relieve her of her burden with a hand milking. If she could not find a man to relieve her of her burden, she was forced to allow her nutritious bounty to go to waste by milking herself.

The Aleradan home world had been ravaged in a war with the Nyan Empire in the eighth Fae dimension.The battle had been valiantly fought by the previous King, his father and the war had been triumphantly won but at great cost.The death of the King had crowned Guy as his successor and he took his duty very seriously.He did all he could to protect his people but the war had created a deadly illness that swept through the land killing the majority of his people.The threat of extinction had brought him to his second home to take action.And it was here the new King had developed a strategy to repopulate the land of his father.

The King had taken up residency in his mother’s home in the human world ten years ago, his plan to command suitable Aleradan women to be brought to Earth to mate with human men, the closest in all of the dimensions to their own race and create a new one. This strategy was to include the more exotic creations of his world who were reluctant and to enforce the King’s new initiative, they needed to be hunted and brought to Earth by force.The Mirian included.

Guy brought the women to the human world and deposited them in his world famous Park in natural surroundings. Human men were invited to sample their delights and were encouraged to buy them as a prospective mate on the understanding their offspring and heirs would be born and raised on Aleradan.The man could have his own wife and family but he could raise a second, third or more in Aleradus for no cost.He could travel back and forth enjoying the delights of his small harem and produce as many children as he wished.The more, the better.There was an added bonus.Once there he could join an elite group and hunt other exotic women to possess.The females of Aleradus were beautiful virulent, subservient creatures and highly sought after.They brought good luck and financial gain to any man who possessed her and human men were eager to own one.

Guy’s free hand stroked over her smooth back as she looked up at him with her frightened eyes. He lightly pressed down on the small transparent aquamarine wings that matched her eyes flattened down on either side of her back and glanced at her hands tied behind her back to prevent her from flying.

“Sorry Sir, we believed she already had been when we took delivery of her. I shall see to it right away,” one of the men apologized.

Lord Playfair stood.

“No, I will see to it myself,” he said brusquely. “Make sure this doesn’t happen again. She will be in a lot of pain and I will not tolerate the women brought here suffering. They must be protected and cared for at all times. They are precious cargo. Do I make myself clear?” he snapped.

“Yes Sir,” the man tried to apologise again but Lord Playfair did not want to hear it. He raised his hand to halt the man’s speech.

“Leave. I will ring for you to collect her and take her to the clinic for her examination when I am finished.”

The men nodded and left the room as his security chief entered to advise him about arrangements for the arrival of his guests.

Lord Playfair sighed and bent down again.

“Connor, I need your assistance in milking this nymph.”

The man nodded.

“Of course. She looks heavily laden.”

Connor’s handsome dark skinned face frowned as Guy explained the situation and reached to lead her from the cage. The girl had lifted her head and her long curled chestnut hair hung down over her heavy breasts. She was a stunning specimen. The Mirian had always captivated him as a young twenty-year-old in Alderadus.

He and his friends, some Minotuars and others Satyrs or human like himself on this occasion had entered the forest of Abilaa one weekend and spent the whole time searching and hunting for them. The Mirian loved to be chased and had giggled with delight as they ran naked through the forest flying up to the tops of the trees to evade them. But the young prince was cunning. He used his wit and guile to capture two naked nymphs.

They had flown up in to the trees. An expert tree climber as a child, Guy quickly reached the top of the beech tree where the two nymphs sat talking and resting on a gnarled long wide branch from their adventure before restarting the chase. They had not expected one of their pursers to find them.

The Prince sneaked up behind the nymphs on a nearby branch. With lightning speed, he threw a net on the first and gripped the wings of the other to prevent her from flying away. He wound his arm around each of their waists and lifted them against his athletically muscled chest he had bared in the hot sunshine filtering through the leaves.

“Fly us down to the ground,” he’d demanded tightening his grip around their naked fragile waists to remind them of their capture. Shrieking and hissing at them the Mirian did as they were bid and he felt himself raised in to the air.

The Prince’s three friends watched him descending. They clapped and cheered.

“We will feast well tonight,” he said with a grin planting his feet firmly on the ground. The nymphs struggled in his grasp.

“Tie her wings,” he told one of the young men handing him the nymph partially covered by a net. “And her arms behind her back. I will deal with the other. Soon we will be fattening ourselves on their nectar.”

But the nymph still in his arms was to struggle violently lamenting she had been caught. When the Prince sought to contain her she bared her teeth and pulled his arm towards her. The Mirian nymph sunk her teeth in to his bare flesh making him growl.The anger and pain he felt was the trigger for him to make that transformation into his Minotaur self.It wasn’t an instantaneous change, rather more like a werewolf transformation where bones were made to move and reshape until they became the legs and primal face of a handsome bull.His body width and enigmatic stature grown, he presented a fiercesome yet breath taking beastly sight.

The Miriam screamed and tried to run away and gain flight.The Minotaur snorted and ran after her on his hooved feet, moving towards her at speed.As she tried to rise into the air, he caught hold of her and roughly pulled her to the ground, ready to take her to task for her behaviour.She landed on the grass face down with a shriek.The Minotaur immediately mounted her body, letting his heavy muscled body sink down on top of her fragile feminine form.His long broad giant penis brushed against her bare bottom.The Minotaur’s cock was always erect and ready to take whichever woman took his fancy and right now, the Miriam’s feistiness was arousing him.He held her down with his powerful arms and moved over her body so that his length was directed towards her vaginal entrance.The brush of the wet tip against the crease underneath her body stopped the nymph from struggling and produced a loud satisfied moan.

With a grunt, the King of the Minotaurs raised her body up from the mossy forest floor on to all fours.Holding her arms behind her back over her wings to keep her in place and subservient to him, he gripped his cock tightly and guided it to her entrance.With a roar and a heavy grunt, the beast thrust his cock inside her perpetually wet pussy hard to the hilt and claimed his prey.