Venus chooses Malkor

“I will follow you,” Venus said. She sank to her knees and pressed herself against his legs, her breasts melding to the iron hard flesh of his form. “I am yours, my master. I chose it. Where you go I go. Your enemies are mine and your battles too. And besides,” she said, blushing faintly as she glanced up through lidded eyes. “We still don’t know if your seed has taken.”

Malkor laughed aloud and affectionately rubbed her head. “Very well ****. You may come. But first,” he said, moving her head towards his crotch. “Make me cum.”

Venus happily did so.

It took a few days for the minotaurs to gather for battle. They had little that needed doing. Each warrior was self sufficient and brought his own arms and armour. Only supplies needed arranging, and these were easily borne by the immense bull men and women.

As the day drew near Malkor came to her with a gift. He unveiled it before her and Venus gasped in pleasure. Before her was a leather jerkin, its contours fitted to her and the whorls of the chest perfectly matching her breasts. With it were a pair of pants, freer than the jerkin but of equal measurement.

“They’re wonderful,” Venus gasped, clutching them to her breast and looking adoringly at her master. “Thank you master!”

“We got to war, ****. You will need better protection in the outside than you do in these caves. But,” he added with a lascivious grin. “I expect you to walk without whenever we stop.”

“Gladly master,” Venus crooned.

“Try them on,” Malkor said and beckoned her to do so. “Leck made them special for you. He said he had great chances to take your measurements as you served the meals.”

Venus giggled at that. “He is free with his hands but skilled with them too. I cannot complain.”

Fitting the last clasp Venus stood tall and moved about. The jerkin and pants fit perfectly, complimenting her movements without restricting them. Yet it felt odd to wear something so covering. She had grown so used to her own near nudity she felt oddly confined by the clothes. She would get used to it, she decided, and tightened the belt. Then she picked up the final gift.

It was a fine sword, silvery and bright. The blood channel ran along the seam, yet with a careful swing Venus knew already it was perfect, complimenting her reach and smaller stature as a woman. Malkor watched her move with satisfaction.

“Few slaves carry weapons, but I have no need to fear you with one. You would only turn it to my benefit.”

“Of course, master.” Venus sheathed it in a fine leather scabbard, the hide cured and with a single blue stone near the hilt. She marvelled at it. “I must thank Leck for his gift.”

“You may thank him when we return,” Malkor said. “By then my child will be quickening inside you. Then you can let him mount you as a true bull should.”

Venus flushed with pleasure at his words and squirmed in delight. “But where do we go, master?”

Malkor picked up a breastplate and passed it to Venus. Willingly she passed it over him and began to tighten the buckles against his proud form, dressing him for war.

“An orc chief by the name of Karuuk has a job. They raid settlements and take slaves and treasure. Opportunists, like the ferals, though fight like tribes. But they are many, though lacking in our own discipline. This Karuuk however is skilled. He plans to take the town of Blackstone.”

Venus frowned. “Blackstone? I know the name.”

“It is not far,” Malkor said, touching Venus’s head to remind her of her task. Blushing again, Venus hastened to resume preparing her master for war. “A few days as the Bull runs. It is a strong settlement. Well defended, in the valley between two mountains. Built upon a hill, it will be difficult to take.”

“A strange place to raid.”

“How so?”

Venus looked up, but saw her master watching her with approval. Venus took a deep breath and returned to her task. “If they are opportunists as you say, why attack such a well defended town? Why not further inland, where men are farmers, not warriors?”

Malkor grinned and stroked her hair. “You are clever, ****. I suspect as much. There is more to this Karuuk than is guessed. I think I will be glad to have you on this task.”

Venus felt a quiver of pleasure course through her at his words. She wrapped her arms about his chest, her breasts molding to the mirror bright face of his breastplate, and looked up at her horned master adoringly. “I will serve you faithfully master.”

Malkor chuckled and stroked her hair again. Venus sighed and leaned against him, happy at last.

The next day the minotaurs mustered outside mines, and Venus and Malkor were soon among them. Venus squinted at the sun. Though she saw it often, she spent most of her time in the mines with the tribe. Every time she saw it she marvelled at what she had been since last she’d walked beneath it. Once they were ready, Malkor strode to the front and raised a hand. Then, with a bellow like the bull whose head he bore, he threw forward his hand, and they moved. Venus, her heart lifted by her master’s powerful shout, took off with them, and hopes she would not lag behind.

It was not easy. Minotaurs need no horses, and can run for hours without rest. Yet Venus kept pace, though by the time Malkor called a stop, she was hot and panting with the effort. The sun was warm on her skin and the summer days long and beautiful. The fields were in full bloom, though the minotaurs kept mostly to the country, avoiding the roads. To less populated realms they turned their hooves, striding quickly through forests and long winding roads. As the raiders began to set up camp, Venus gratefully shed her vest and pants, and naked once more, strode about, strutting with pride as she prepared her master’s tent.

Though she was tired, seeing Malkor come for her that night roused her quickly. The run had gotten his blood up, and reeking of sweat, muscles standing out with exertion, he took her among the grass, rutting her on all fours like a beast.

Two days of such passed, and on the third, the land changed. The green of the forest grew wilder and darker. Mountains, always on the horizon, began to creep nearer and nearer. A faint cold came from the north as they moved, but Venus still went naked during the night, warmed by her master as he laid against her in post-coital bliss.

By the third day Venus had begun to grow accustomed to the hard march of the minotaurs. Her body was toned and shaped by the shadow hunter training, and she adapted well. On that day, they saw the first banner.

It was beneath the trees of the heavy woods. A black strip of cloth, ragged at the bottom, its face marked in red ink by the strange red scrawl of the orcs. Venus gazed at it, oddly intrigued by its brutal shape. So raw. So strong. Malkor looked at it and grinned.

“We are close. This way.”

More silently the tribe marched on now. They had not gone much farther when a sharp bellow split the air. From the forest grey skinned figures emerged.

No taller than men, they were however far more densely muscled, a fact made all too apparent as many lacked much in the way of clothes. Crude leathers at best, perhaps a piece of iron strapped here or there, fully a dozen orcs emerged. Most were bald, all had the tell tale low slung jaws with jutting tusks.

Malkor strode forward to face them. He stood almost two heads taller than the tallest and near as broad. His iron armour creaked as he looked down on the orcs and smiled. “I am Malkor Ironhorn,” he said, voice booming. “I have come as your chief asked to lend my blade. Take me to him!”

One of the orcs, the one wearing two shoulder guards and with black paint on his jaw, gestured for the rest to lower their arms. “He expecting you.” His eyes scanned the group, then fixed themselves on Venus. His green eyes glinted with lust and his mouth curled in a grin. “You bring **** already?”

“Yes. My ****,” Malkor said. His hand fell on Venus’s shoulder possessively, and Venus smiled coyly at the flash of jealousy on the orc’s face. He muttered something and gestured sharply with his spear.

“You come.”

Malkor did not remove his hand from Venus as he followed, firmly marking her as his possession. Venus glowed in his ownership of her, even once they reached the orc camp.

The camp sprawled, but that was no surprise. What was surprising however was the degree of effort made in stealth. They were camped in a ravine, hidden from view. All around them grew thick forest which screened them from any observers, and no fires had been kindled. Many tents had been set up beneath the boughs. The orcs she saw were typical of the ones who led them. More skin than armour, but all muscle, possessed of a sort of savage strength and vitality.

They approached one tent larger than all the rest. It was made of tanned hide stitched together and painted with many of symbols like the one she had seen before. Two more banners flanked the entrance, and a pair of orcs stood before it.

“Ironhorn has come,” their guide said gruffly. One of the guards pushed aside the entrance of the tent and vanished within.

The tent flap was suddenly thrust aside, and an orc emerged.

A mere glance told Venus this was different from any of the other orcs in the camp. He carried himself differently. More confident. More proud. He looked like a king despite his barbarous clothes of leathers and patchwork steel which just barely managed to contain his form. A huge sword was sheathed at his side, and he took in Malkor with a glance.

Venus felt suddenly like she was pulled between two mighty wills as the minotaur and orc faced one another. The orc was grinning with confidence, and after a drawn out moment, Malkor answered it with an amused smile of his own. Some contest had been held, Venus realized. But she knew not who won.

“Malkor Ironhorn. Welcome. I am pleased to welcome you to my camp.”

“Chief Karuuk. We are pleased to have come. This will be a good campaign.”

“Of no doubt. I am pleased to see you accepted.”

“Not yet,” Malkor said. ”First, we must discuss the terms.”

“Naturally. But your people are no doubt tired. Let them rest and we shall speak. I have a space laid out for them. As well as your…” His eyes lingered on Venus, who felt her skin grow slightly flushed from his intent gaze.

“My ****,” Malkor said.

“And your ****,” Karuuk said, still smiling, and a thrill went down Venus’s spine.

Though **** to go, her master released her shoulder, and taking the hint, Venus obediently went with the rest. The space set apart for them was shady and cool, and many of the minotaurs set up their sleeping rolls to prepare for the coming night. Venus did likewise, but once finished, felt restless and agitated. She paced about, once more discarding her clothing and donning her normal **** attire of the loincloth and frontless vest. Many orcs eyed her, but the presence of the minotaurs kept them at bay, but likewise, Venus dared not wander to try and overhear Malkor’s and Karuuk’s negotiations.

Hours passed, and when the sun began to vanish over the horizon, Malkor returned.

He didn’t say anything, and most of the other minotaurs likely saw little wrong. But Venus knew him well, and to her, his body language spoke volumes. She stood at once as he approached her.

“Master. Is something wrong?”

“He is a difficult one,” Malkor growled. He threw aside his breastplate and sat down heavily, cross legged and leaning forward, brooding.

At once Venus moved behind him. Her nimble fingers touched his shoulders and gently began to massage the tension from his muscle. “What is the problem master?”

“He seeks to cheat us,” Malkor said roughly. “I demanded forty share of any slaves and treasure found within the camp. He refused. The orc claims our task will not be so heavy, for many of the men of the town had left, leaving only the women and children. We looked at Blackstone. I doubt so many have left. And it was an easily defended place. I saw many guards. I suspect they know the orcs lurk in the hills, though not where or when the attack may come. The Ironhorn would need to form the center to smash through the gates. We will take the greatest brunt of the fighting.”

“What did he offer instead?” Venus asked gently.

“Thirty percent of the treasure. We may negotiate from that should we wish to purchase slaves.”

“That is unfair master,” Venus said.

“Yes.” Malkor began to relax, her gentle touch soothing the strain from his body. “It is. But he is resolute.”

Venus frowned, hating to see her master so. She glanced at the chief’s tent, a dark mass in the growing gloom of night. No fires were lit. It was an open walk there.

A thought formed in her mind. Leaning forward, she nuzzled her master’s neck. She heard his breath begin to blow heavy and hot from his nostrils. Her hand slipped into his pants and fondled his length, feeling it grow hard to her touch. “Perhaps I should speak to him, master,” she whispered.

“You?”

“Master,” Venus said, leaning in further against his back, her naked breasts forming against his fur and flesh. “I had a thought. One that might spare you many losses and gain the city far faster. If I might enter the town alone, I could open the gate for you and your allies in the dead of night. Then you could take the city easily.”

Malkor nodded slowly. He rolled his broad shoulders and Venus continued to stroke him. “I could negotiate a far greater reward,” she added. “After all, you hold my service.”

Malkor’s muzzle split into a grin. “Well said, ****. Very well. Do so.”

Venus giggled and ran her tongue along his neck. “Thank you, master.”

Malkor grunted, stiffening as he came into Venus’s hand. Eagerly she licked up her master’s seed, then, rising, made her way towards the orc chief’s tent.

The ribbon of cloth between her legs swayed and her breasts edged from the hide vest she wore. The eyes of the orc guards faintly shone in the growing moonlight as she arrived, then bowed.

“I have been sent by my master, Malkor, to speak to your chief.”

The guard vanished within, then returned a moment later, grinning. He waved her through, and Venus passed into the tent.

Immediately she stopped, blinking rapidly. A firepit lay in the middle of the tent, dug in the earth. From it rose a smokeless flame with a lurid, greenish light. Her eyes flicked over the shapes of boxes and crates unpacked, then found a mass of hides near the end of the tent. She looked up and sucked in a breath.

Karuuk stood atop the mass of hides, still in his armour. In one hand he held a golden goblet filled with wine. He smiled down at her. “My men say you wish to speak to me,” he said, his voice vibrating throatily.

“Yes, chief.” At once Venus bowed low. “My master has thought a plan that could save you much effort in taking Blackstone.”

“Is that so. And what do you want for it?”

He was smarter than she had thought. More articulate. She watched him begin to move about the tent, prowling. He drank occasionally from his goblet, examining her body with satisfaction. Like he already owned her. Like she had already submitted to him.

It was a strange, predatory attraction. It made her want to cover herself with her hands, but there was a strange thrill of it as well. Different from Malkor’s dominant battling, where he had bested her in a fight, how she had earned her right to serve him. With Karuuk, she felt he wanted her. But he would take her.

She was frightened by how much that aroused her.

“I have,” she said, fighting the quaver in her voice.

“Well? And what is it, ****?”

“First, I think we should reconsider the terms of your agreement with my master.”

“I’m surprised he has such a comely ****,” Karuuk mentioned as he walked behind her. She gasped as his hand suddenly covered her brand, squeezing the firm flesh. He fingered her iron collar, toying with it. “Where did he get you?”

“I…I tried to kill him,” Venus gasped. “He bested me. So I serve him.”

“A born ****,” Karuuk said. He drank deep of his goblet and threw it away. “But what of your plan.”

“The terms, my-ah!” She gasped as his other hand suddenly grabbed her breast, squeezing it tightly.

“A pretty young ****,” Karuuk purred. His other hand snaked about her front and Venus moaned as he brushed aside her loincloth and pushed his fingers into her cunt. “You’re wet,” he growled into her ear.

Venus trembled beneath his touch. She felt his hardness against the crack of her ass, hot and powerful, throbbing with desire. He pulled her against his chest, his frame smaller than Malkor’s, but overpowering her, thrumming with vitality. She inhaled and the air was laden with his overpowering musk.

“What was your idea again?” he growled.

“I…” Venus panted as he crushed and molded her breast with one hand, his other stroking her cunt, slickened by her juices as he ruthlessly masturbated her. Her legs quaked and only be leaning against him could she stay upright. “It is to…to…”

“Tell me,” Karuuk growled, his breath hot with his arousal as he ground himself against her ass.