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Crowned with the blood of livestock and bound with thorns poking into his wrists and ankles, Kakavasha is to be offered as a sacrifice to calm recent calamities. A body so frail and a soul no older than twenty summers is to be discarded by his own people and be mated with the 'feral', elusive minotaur Veritas to bring usher in peace. Some pity how grotesquely he’ll be deflowered but unbeknownst to them is how Kakavasha has anticipated this day. As he's cast beyond the village's border in his mocking bridal gown, Kakavasha keeps his head low as he clutches onto his offering of meat and fruits as he recalls the past years.
Sneaking past the villagers’ hateful eyes, he would seek out this beloved minotaur whom he accidentally came across years ago. He had freed the minotaur from a bear trap and fell in love with Veritas who turned out to have a larger appetite for literature and novel mechanical innovation. Kakavasha has been labelled as 'mad' by the demi-beast for wanting his chastity to be taken by Veritas.
Call it desperate, Kakavasha would not mind one bit. He couldn't help himself from piecing together a rose timed lens of the beast who treated him better than any human had in a very long time. The times he spent running to catch up with Veritas were infinitely better than being dragged by his hair the way villagers do to him. Being seen as ‘talkative’, ‘mischievous’ or ‘overcompensating’ in Veritas' eyes humanised Kakavasha far better than being labelled as a child of misfortune by the village chief.
And Kakavasha always knew he could take more than his lithe body suggested. Sowing the seeds of discord, he planted the idea of the ‘minotaur's wrath’ towards the village being incurred by their frequent blasphemy. He staged accidents, casualties and more to weave unease in them. The blood on his hands never dried and his shoulders felt lighter with each life he mangled into shreds.
Though best of all, he slowly and irreversibly turned their hearts against him. Surely, there wasn't an entirely just reason for Kakavasha to go this far. But if he wanted a sweet paradise where no one would come looking for him after misfortune seemed to cease, that was simply what he had to do. At the heavy stone door of Veritas' lair, he is thrown away by anxious villagers. With trembling voices, they announce their pleas for a peaceful life with the promise of worship and a sacrifice.
As Kakavasha lays at their feet like a beaten damsel, his wry smile is obscured by his hair. He can already hear Veritas' heavy footsteps approaching. Maybe the villagers would be slaughtered for treating Kakavasha this way? All the better to have more of Veritas' attention on him.
The sky grows dark as the ground begins to rumble. A slight crack of the stone door causes villagers to flee and their torches are extinguished by the sudden downpour that sends a chill up Kakavasha's spine. Distant shouts sound as the lair opens to reveal Veritas — vividly displeased beyond the complex haze in his eyes. "You're a madman..." Veritas grunts almost breathlessly. He's no stranger to what Kakavasha has been scheming. Not once had he ever approved of what the blonde did, but there was also the alternative threat of Kakavasha sending an angry mob to hunt Veritas down.
A magnificent actor, a selfish one who wants to be taken by the beast. Should Veritas shun him away now, Kakavasha would surely reimburse him with tenfold worse. "A sacrifice, bloodied with the entrails of livestock, has been left at your altar. Could you truly turn me away?”
The simple answer is no, Veritas could not. Kakavasha has proved his prowess and forced his hand into taking him for good. So Veritas crouches down with a huff, undoing the thorns and scooping Kakavasha into his arms with little care for the other offerings. Bulky muscles that carry Kakavasha are much more comforting than the hay he typically sleeps on. He snuggles more into them, cherishing how he'll never spend a cold night alone again.
Thick, ribbed horns protruding from Veritas' head are out of reach from Kakavasha's hand. He tries reaching for them but only manages to touch Veritas' muzzle. How big he is, the little human gleams. The minotaur ignores his prodding, continuing to walk in silence through his underground labyrinth. His decades in this prison have been dark and lonely. Peerless and bleak, Veritas was left with smudged dusty manuscripts as friends to pass the hours of the day.
Veritas would have been glad if the bear trap crushing his ankle sealed his fate. That was until a blonde fae approached and freed him. He was far too hungry and wounded to be in a fae’s debt but upon closer inspection, he finds that his saviour is human. Painfully human. This human would have made a decent snack but instead, he offers Veritas a basket of fruits he had been picking. And an hour later, the human comes back dragging a lamb he had hunted just for Veritas.
Even now as Kakavasha had become of age, the human barely reached his chest. Yet he still wishes to be mated by Veritas? What a joke. Though the bull knew better than to disregard his wife's (not by his will) determination. Upon setting Kakavasha on his bed gently, little tugs on his arm urge Veritas to lay with his human.
“If you don't plan to eat me, you're meant to deflower me. Remember? Again, and again, and again. Until you're completely sated, even if my body can't handle it.” Kakavasha tugs on the sash around Veritas' waist. He catches a glimpse of the latter's manhood and its length goes beyond the size of his own head. And even better, the girth is plenty enough to make Kakavasha wonder if it'll even fit in him.
“I didn't plan any of this,” Veritas hisses. He slaps away the hands undoing his sash. “Young brat,” he grabs Kakavasha by his cheeks. “Don't get too arrogant just because everything has gone your way. I've taken you in out of mercy. Not to make you my-”
“Not even beasts are able to resist this aphrodisiac, you know? Humans and animals alike — a little bit of this in their food makes them mate like bunnies.” Kakavasha presents a vial he retrieved from his dress. There's a troubling glint in his eyes. “Dear bull, should we test its effectiveness on you too? Or would you prefer to spend our honeymoon night engaging in something of your own will?”
Terrible human, Veritas seethes. He's given an inch and yet Kakavasha has taken a mile. Crushing the vial of liquid would not be advisable. Not when Kakavasha has so boldly shown it to him. The human is already laying down on his bed, spreading his legs and pulling his thin dress up to reveal his cunt.
“You have no idea how difficult it was to keep my chastity intact for you~ Not when the child of misfortune is deemed an easy piece of meat to satiate the village men.”
That had been one reason the village incurred Veritas’ wrath. He could not idly stand by upon knowing his saviour was in danger. Though now, the very thing he tried protecting is being used against him. Worst of all, it's working. His cock fills and hardens at the thought of Kakavasha keeping his virginity for Veritas to pierce through. Perhaps it’s Veritas’ long history of receiving sacrifices to soothe the fury of his existence that has conditioned him into attaching value to a prize that has struggled to maintain its worth.
Kakavasha exists within the Gods’ favour just as much as he doesn't. A mere mortal so heavily gazed upon by the divine could never lead a normal life and it only made sense that he finds eternal company in a being neither human, god nor animal. They are cursed to live damned fates and by Kakavasha’s meddling, they will trail down that path together. But looking at the human’s body, there was no way for the minotaur to breed the little human without tearing his flesh apart. So he must find a compromise.
Veritas steps forward, hooves scrapping the floor in his slow act of closing the gap between them. He leans over, hands bracing themselves on each side of Kakavasha’s face as he exhales onto the smiling human. The human’s heartbeat is loud, the scent of unadulterated excitement in the absence of fear flows thickly into Veritas’ snout. “You are a wicked, terrible human,” he reminds his bride.
Kakavasha nods, entirely uncaring that the words are derogatory. A large, hot tongue drags across the sacrificial blood splattered on Kakavasha’s face and the moan he lets out in instinctual response is anything but holy. His pupils are blown wide as his lower half is lifted, telling him that his years of scheming are finally paying off. Kakavasha will have his virginity taken by the one it’s meant for.
The loincloth that obscures Veritas’ manhood is discarded and the monstrous length stands at attention. It could very well be the length of Kakavasha’s forearm and beads of wetness drip from his cunt in anticipation. However just as he tries spreading his legs to receive Veritas, his thighs are caged together right after his gown is ripped open. The only gap left is the very slight triangular space between his cunt and thighs. The dark head of Veritas’ cock floods that gap and dread fills the human.
“No, you’re not going to-” Kakavasha doesn’t get to finish his complaint. Veritas begins fucking the small gap. His thrusts lack grace, opting for a voracious swing of his hips to make sure his entire length is squeezed by Kakavasha’s soft flesh. “Stubborn bull! Hrk-! Has being a hermit made you forget how to do this?” A maddening humiliation sets in Kakavasha. He had set his eyes too much on the prize that he forgot Veritas could easily manhandle him into doing things his own way. His clit is carelessly rubbed with each thrust Veritas’ cock makes and the hope of being deflowered this day withers away.
“Do you think before you commit to something? You have ousted yourself from your home and have no way of sanely taking my cock regardless of how badly you want this. You’ll die,” Veritas groans matter of factly. And he does not want the reckless daredevil to tempt fate into cutting his life short. Kakavasha futilely thrashes in his new husband’s grip, whining and nearly screaming as he bucks his cunt into the thick cock that teases entry upon each forward movement. “So you better get- mgh- thinking if you want to be of service to me in the long run.”
Even though it’s not something he wants to do, Veritas finds a distinct effectiveness in treating Kakavasha with a little less love than he truly feels. Discipline, order, rules and a hand around his neck — that is how Kakavasha learns best. Deciding he needs a little more pain to have what Veritas said be absorbed, the latter forgoes his hand on Kakvasha’s thigh in exchange for something a tad bit humiliating. Kakavasha’s legs are spread wide for Veritas to continue humping against the flesh over his pelvis. Smooth, sun kissed skin dips where the bull’s length rubs and his balls rhythmically smack against the bridge between Kakavasha’s pussy and asshole.
Like this, both are able to see how Veritas’ cock would easily pierce past the walls of Kakavasha’s cervix to reach his naval had the bull inserted himself. Hands gripping Kakavasha’s wrists and his hip crushing against the latter’s own easily hold the human in place. The chubby lips of his pussy are soaked with pretty fluids and his clit feels like it’s been rubbed raw.
It hurts and it’s almost exactly the way he wants his newly wedded husband to break him. But, but, but. To ‘service’ his husband in the long run? There is no greater pleasure than to be kept under Veritas’ wing for more than just a night. The scent of sweat and musk fills the air. What was made to be a prison for Veritas will become a cozy abode for Kakavasha to reside in. Despite the minotaur’s furious disapproval for Kakavasha’s method, he’s still playing into the human’s desire.
Pain can always be skewed into pleasure with the right mindset and everything that’s happened easily shapes Kakavasha’s perspective. His cunt, bruised and swollen, is shown the weight of Veritas’ love. A gaze so intense, eyes so hooded and eyebrows so knotted — it couldn’t be clearer how the bull is thinking about no one else but him. Most flattering of all, raggedy breaths and over a foot-long cock sheathing itself against Kakavasha’s tummy till he reaches his climax is worth more than any praise he could receive.
Kakavasha’s toes curl, muscles clenching as he times the minimal movements of his hips to grind against the upward movement of Veritas’ cock. “My lover, my lover,” Kakavasha sings a broken tune. “All yours, all for your taking~” The heat in his cunt blossoms and it feels as warm as the breath Veritas exhales from his muzzle. Not even elation is enough to describe how heavenly it feels when Veritas folds his spine, curling in on himself to press his mouth against Kakavasha’s. Bull against human, it should be gross but neither mind one bit.
Kakavasha parts his lips to let Veritas’ tongue in, sucking what he can and repaying with kitten-ish licks that his comparatively small tongue can handle. He swallows the bull’s grunts, his own heart speeding up as euphoric pressure nears its limit. “Go on,” Veritas notices the hike in his human’s breathing and shivering. “Show me how good I’m making you feel.”
Sweet, sweet approval and the continuous prodding of his cherry makes Kakavasha see stars. He gags as Veritas sticks his tongue deeper into his mouth, forcing him to choke as fluids spray from his pussy. His neck is free from any constraint yet Kakavasha struggles to breathe as his orgasm seizes his body. Eyes roll to the back of his head, mouth agape to let Veritas taste him through his earth shattering high. The pleasure that washes over him is far too great for Kakavasha to notice how good he’s made his lover feel.
Vulnerability, submission, forfeiting a life with a better lover. All that Kakavasha has given him on a silver platter will be a sacrifice that would stretch on for eternity. This night together will only be the beginning on how he’ll train Kakavasha to fit his cock into his warm womb. Maybe they’ll make a baby, maybe Kakavasha won't even be able to take him. Regardless, Veritas will make sure he fits. Soon, he meets his bride where he’s at. Biting down on the junction between his neck and collar bone, Veritas pierces skin to taste blood. Metallic and red, so painfully human and it gives Veritas everything he needs to spill all over Kakavasha’s belly.
The sly blonde is no god-given gift to soothe the sin of his existence. This human, mad and beautiful in all his mortal glory, has ripped through the threads of fate and convention for a reason as simple as lovesick obsession. It’s baffling, but so human. Veritas has never been human, nor has he ever been fully animal. So he’ll take all the humanity that is Kakavasha, in all his loveliness and wickedness. His seed, thick and hot, coats the expanse of Kakavasha’s chest. It seeps down his sides, dimly reflecting in the torchlit room.
“Mmngh-?” Confusion is evident in Kakavasha’s voice. “Y-you came too,” he mindlessly manages to slur through heaving pants. Then he begins giggling. “I made you feel good~ I’ve been a good wife.” Kakavasha’s delusions have always been perplexing to listen to. Though this time, his statement holds no inaccuracy. Veritas has taken Kakavasha in as his wife and he’s been so obedient for Veritas’ liking. Both return to each other’s gazes when they’ve calmed down from their high and the large bull scoops Kakavasha to lay on his broad chest.
Opting to fuss over the mess of bodily fluids later, Veritas lays down with Kakavasha on top of him. He sighs. “You’ll need to familiarise yourself with the labyrinth,” he begins to list the important things. A soft mhm sounds out. “And you cannot pester me for coital pleasure throughout the hours of the day. I still have duties to carry out and you’ll need to find your own purpose too.” A giggle is the next response that comes.
“You’re not romantic and you don’t have it right at all.” Crawling up Veritas’ chest, Kakavasha props his chin up on his wrist. “I won’t pester you. You’ll simply somehow feel the urge to mate me.” The aphrodisiac, Veritas recalls. He scowls, trepidation setting in for how the blonde intends to sneak it into his system. “As for purpose… Don’t you worry your bullhead about it.” Veritas does not miss that snide jab. “While you maintain correspondence with the prophets through the pond that overlooks the underworld, I will be sure to busy myself with fulfilling my end of Jade’s deal.”
Kakavasha’s tone is far too casual for the bomb he’s just dropped. Veritas has never shared his ties with the underworld or the layout of the labyrinth, but worst of all — “You made a deal with Echidna!?” Veritas’ voice booms. Suddenly and very belatedly, it makes better sense why Kakavasha has had so much work in his favour. The human is rolled over and pinned underneath him, unfazed by Veritas’ outrage. “What did you trade… What did she take from you?”
Veritas sees red. Just what has been taken from his mate? However, Kakavasha only smiles. Delicate hands trace the bolt of Veritas’ jaw, feeling the coarse hairs and drawing circles to melt the knot away. “Dear husband, won’t you make it your mission to find out what has been taken from me? Or even to take away more than what’s already gone.”
The glint in Kakavasha’s eye is conniving and there’s no telling what Veritas himself has been roped into. Though going by the evidence of harm not befalling him as long as he keeps Kakavasha in his arms, Veritas instantly knows he’ll have to trust in his human. He just hopes Kakavasha would trust him to intervene should harm come his way.