A tender healing

Venus woke slowly. Her body ached and she lay on something soft. She groaned and rolled over, only to gasp and pull back at the stinging pain of her ass.

“Easy, my ****.”

Something cool was gently applied to her flesh. Venus sighed, relaxing to the soothing touch of the balm. Her eyes fluttered open to the sight of Malkor’s strong muzzle, his dark eyes locked intently on the soft cheek of her ass. Even as she watched he scooped some more of a clear gel-like substance and gently applied it to her skin.

Memories flashed into her mind and Venus flushed with pleasure at her master’s attention. She looked at the place. “It worked?”

“Perfectly,” Malkor rumbled.

Venus stared at his hand as he gently massaged the numbing liquid into her skin. “May I see it?”

Malkor glanced her way, then smiled and pulled back his furred hand. Venus stared at the symbol stamped into her flesh. It was a strange one, resembling the letter M turned on its side. She examined it curiously.

“It is my name in the old letters. My personal symbol.” Malkor chuckled deeply. “Some go with more obvious marks. But I enjoy the tradition. And none can mistake it. Important when signing contracts with men and their kind. They will cheat if given the slightest chance of it.”

“Then they do not deserve your service,” Venus said promptly.

Malkor grinned at her loyalty and stoked her hair. Venus leaned into his touch and examined the mark some more.

“It was clean and well done,” Malkor said. “It will heal well and in good time.”

“How long?” Venus asked.

“A week. No more. Then, you will forever be known as mine.”

Venus shivered at the sheer power in those words. Mine. She was his. She stared at the symbol which made it fact and felt herself warm with pleasure at the knowledge. A sudden realization came on her and looked up at him shyly. “Master. If it’s there. Then does that man you cannot rut with me until it is healed?”

Malkor burst out with heavy barking laughter. “That is your first concern on waking?” He slapped his leg and shook his head. “You are insatiable ****!”

“But master,” Venus crooned. “Nothing gives me more pleasure than serving you. And if I cannot-“

“Did I brand your tongue as well?” Malkor asked. He grinned, the expression increasingly familiar to Venus, who watched the minotaur stand and tug aside his pants, revealing the hardness of his flared cock. Venus smiled, eyes growing lidded with desire as she slid off the bed and wrapped her lips around his hardness.

She took him deep in her throat, growing better at it. And she had many opportunities to practice. Over the next week she took him with her mouth often and happily as her ass healed. Difficult to sit as well, she nonetheless took pride as she watched the brand lose its awful redness, taking on her natural skin tone, as if she had been born with Malkor’s mark upon her skin. And she far from disliked his tender touch as he rubbed yet more soothing cream into her flesh, showing her gratitude by taking him down her throat or between her breasts, rubbing him to completion so that his seed fell onto her face.

“I cannot wait to see those flush with milk,” Malkor said once after they had finished.

“Soon master. And I expect you to try often until I am heavy with your child.”

Malkor had growled at that, his desire renewed, and Venus willingly fell to her knees at his touch and took him once more. She became an expert in serving Malkor domestically and otherwise. While training her, Malkor had often corrected her with a light slap with a riding crop on her unharmed cheek, making her jump with surprise and flush with desire. And he did not neglect her either. Often, in the midst of folding clothes or washing, she would suddenly feel his presence behind her, then his hand would brush aside her loincloth and the strap across her cunny. Venus would gasp, leaning into his massive chest, groaning as his finger plunged into her, teasing and stroking her to climax with his ministrations, always the thought that soon it would be his cock at the back of her mind, and often that what would bring her to a shuddering climax. Then Malkor would chuckle and leave her to whatever task she had been in the midst of, weak kneed from her orgasm and flustered, yet content.

At last the time was done. The brand was as much a part of her as her breasts, almost moreso, for it seemed a touch there excited her more than anything else. A new sensitivity of the healed flesh, she wondered. She learned first hand when Malkor returned that evening. He said nothing, but she knew. His nostrils flared and his dark eyes grew keen. He grabbed her, rough and hard, and she yielded, **** and pliable.

He threw her to the bed and crawled atop her. Ripping the loincloth from her, he pushed his muzzle against her gash and sniffed noisily.

“You’re wet,” he growled, low and deep.

“I am,” Venus gasped. “Breed me.”

But he proved the tenderer. He prepared her with his tongue, skillful and strong. Venus gasped, grabbing his horns as she rode his face, her juices soon slickening his fur as he drove her with his tongue, his rough hands gripping her as and pulling her into his face. Her skin grew flushed and her breath laboured, but he pulled back.

Venus released the handles of his horns and lay before him, skin a healthy pink, face blushing and breath hot and quick. Her dark hair laying scattered about her head and body open beneath him, reeking of lust and desire.

And he towered above her, dark and strong. A monster, his flared cock rigid and throbbing for her. Then he surged upon her, grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into the brand that marked her his, and he plunged into her.

Their cries likely could be heard throughout the caves. And it had an effect. The next day Venus saw many of the serving girls limping as they did their chores. Venus smiled and walked easily as she carried a basket. Her body was tone and supple from her training as a huntress, and she had not neglected it. She took Malkor’s length to the hilt, and when he came in her, she had cried with his bellows, and when finished, lay beneath him, murmuring the praises of his strength and virility he well deserved.

The first few nights after being taken her master enjoyed her to the fullest, but after that, he seemed to have begun to grow preoccupied. It came to a head one night when she woke and found his side of the bed cold. Venus sat up and saw the minotaur pacing not far away.

“Master?”

Malkor paused, his bull head turning her way. “****.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No. Not really. Only it has been some time since we went on the job. My muscles burn to do more than plunder your supple figure for my pleasure and to ensure you take my seed.”

“You wish to raid.” Venus nodded. She knew of this. Had been taught it by the Hunters. Minotaurs are a warlike species. They need combat and enjoy to range and find opportunity. Alone they often terrorize small villages, but in a pack they often hired out as mercenaries or raided the countryside.

“It is high time,” Malkor grunted.

“Shall I come with you?”

Malkor looked her way, startled. “You, ****?”

“Yes master.” Venus flung aside the blanket, revealing her toned body in all its naked glory. She stood. “I am a warrior as well master. And someone must tend you in the field. Shine your weapons and ready your armour. I am your ****. My place is at your side.”

“Is it?” Malkor grinned. “But you would hardly be bored here. Many of the tribe have been eagerly waiting me leaving so they might have a chance to take your mouth or your ass.”

Venus started. “They have?”

Malkor laughed. “Very! In fact, were I to take you, I may find a revolt on my hands when I return.” He drew himself up thoughtfully. “…Very well, ****. If knowing this, you would still wish to accompany me, I will take you. But should you stay, you will find many all too happy to amuse you. I give the decision to you. Which?”