A Dragon Among the Herd (Whitebrand and TaurianDevourer)

[Whitebrand]

Brand had known he'd have to do his homework when it came to the Minotaurs. The results of his efforts had resulted in his having to master an entirely new form. He'd taken the shape of a particularly powerfully built Minotaur, very similar to his muscular human form only taller with dark fur and a handsome bull's head. He wore leathers taken from the local animals, a vest-like shirt that bared his arms and abstinent woven kilt. Learning to walk comfortably with hooves had taken some getting used to, but he'd soon mastered the confident stride he'd noticed most males used.

Now he stood among the light forests and low hills of the tribe lands. He'd armed himself with a stout boar spear with a metal head. On his belt he wore a couple of trophies...teeth from boars and a jawbone of an ogre. He'd had to rein in his ego a bit and keep his accomplishments as a Minotaur comparatively average or risk blowing his cover. He also carried a pack containing a number of fur pelts...trading materials to give him an excuse to mingle.

He was a short distance from one of the larger villages, a place he was likely to find his prey: attractive Minotaur women. A recent encounter had given him a taste for them...in several meanings of the word. With a confident grin he still stride toward the village, eager to find likely prey.

[TaurenDevourer]

The village was of the Rivertotem tribe, situated fittingly on the rivers of the large vale. Each side of the river was covered in leather tents, where men and women went about their merry business, fishing, fletching, farming, and otherwise enjoying themselves in rather raunchy - and public - ways. As Brand approached the sturdy log walls, he could see his first example of this, as a lean male bull rested his back against the thick logs, with a young cow dressed in a similar uniform casually sucked him off.

Looking up, the bull spotted Brand and quickly reached for his weapon, tapping the cow on the horn and pointing to the disguised dragon. "We have company," he muttered to her, quiet enough that a normal minotaur would not hear - But Brand was no ordinary minotaur... He wasn't one at all. "Who goes there!" the bull then cried out loud enough that anyone would hear at the dragon's current distance. "State your business with the Rivertotem, outsider!"

[Whitebrand]

"Trade," Brand said shortly. "Leather and pelts for goods."

He held out his backpack for inspection, all the while gauging the attitude and fighting abilities of the two guards. Just in case. He tried to keep his own attitude balanced between casual bravado and common decency.

Considering how casual their hedonism was he suspected that finding a likely candidate for his desires would be easy.

[TaurenDevourer]

The bull frowned to Brand, quickly inspecting the contents of the bag as his cow returned to her lewd motions. Shrugging the bull handed back the bag, shoving the door open. "Go on in," he grunted, before returning to working his whorish companion up and down his throbbing shaft. "A-And," he shuddered, "If you're after tail, look for the Raised Rump Brothel. Big tent by the river."

[Whitebrand]

Brand nodded his acknowledgment and headed into the village. First things first: he had to seek out a trader who would buy his pelts. Then he could look for prey at his leisure. Maybe he'd drop by the brothel for some fun too.

He marveled at how strong and healthy the Minotaurs he saw were. Unfortunately it also made him wonder what happened to the weak ones.

[TaurenDevourer]

It was not long before a merchant - a woman as it happened with motherly features from head to hoof. Her wide hips swayed as she took his furs, and her butt bounced as she bent down to reach for a bag of gold coins to offer in return. Pressing her tits against the log-carved counter, she smiled. "Hm. You're quite the... peculiar one," she noted. "Something about you. Nice muscle, good posture, obviously built to travel... Yet no scars..." she bit her lip softly, smirking. "How? Do you talk your way out of fights? Or do they just never manage to get a scratch on you?"

[Whitebrand]

Damn his vanity. He had completely forgotten about the scars.

"Natural talent," Brand said casually. "And when I'm hunting I use a lot of traps." He tapped the ogre jawbone. "This fellow could punch a hole in a brick wall. But brick walls don't move. Never laid a paw on me."

He'd have to rectify the lack of scars as soon as he got some privacy. He could not believe he'd overlooked that detail.

[TaurenDevourer]

The woman smirked, nodding in response, biting her lip softly. "Well damn. Smart as much as strong. You're quite the specimen aren't you?" she chuckled softly. "Wanna meet me at my hut once I close for the night? I could use a stud that I've not known since we were calves..."

[Whitebrand]

"I like to think I am," Brand said with a smirk, looking her up and down. He glanced around to try to determine the time. "So...somewhere between three or four hours, then? Point the way."

Amazing. He hadn't even had to turn on the charm. Let's see...good sized breasts, fine hips, big ass, fairly slim figure. Not bad for a start. Candidate number one then. Besides from what he saw at the gate refusing might draw attention. After all...when in Skullport...

[TaurenDevourer]

The merchant grinned, quickly pulling down her leather bra to flash the disguised dragon, licking her lips as she looked to his cock - This was a tribe of perverted hedonists to be sure. "Well," she chuckled. "I might be able to take a five minute break," she cooed. "Want a quickie while we can?" she teased.

[Whitebrand]

Brand's grin became even wider.

"I'll come around back," he said, eager to go along with these particular customs. "In more ways than one."

Brand casually went around to the rear of her stall and knocked.

[TaurenDevourer]

His future pet or meal smiled back, quickly unlocking her door and stepping outside to meet Brand, before promptly falling on her knees and digging into his pants, licking her lips as she did so.

[Whitebrand]

Brand went ahead and lifted his kilt for her. He was already halfway hard and getting stiffer by the minute. In moments his member was fully erect. Brand smiled. So eager to please this one!

[TaurenDevourer]

The cow cooed playfully, licking her lips. "Ooh... Big bull, aren't you?" she commented, before wrapping her lips over the thick bovine cock - Apparently he had gotten that detail perfect, given she hadn't batted an eye at it. Moaning as she pushed down the shaft, a soft gulp followed her as the cock slipped into her gullet.

[Whitebrand]

Good. Soft lips and tongues were a common trait. Very good. Thank goodness he'd done his homework on bovine anatomy. He closed his eyes and let her set to work, putting one hand on her shoulder while the other held his kilt out of her way.

[TaurenDevourer]

The merchant smiled again, moaning softly into his cock as she sucked in his girth. Bobbing her head up and down the length, the bovine woman looked up with a soft smirk, lapping at the supposed bull's balls while his cock slipped in and out of her tight, wet throat. It was clear she was enjoying herself, as well as his taste...

[Whitebrand]

She obviously had some experience with this. Brand could feel his body responding eagerly to her attention. He had to force himself to hold back, make her work a bit harder for the payoff. He wondered what she'd want for her turn...

[TaurenDevourer]

The cow smirked, pulling her lips back slowly, swapping her hot, wet mouth and soft tongue for her nimble fingers, which deftly massaged his length, keeping it hard and pumping, along with keeping it pointed perfectly in her face. Gulping softly, she smirked before swapping back to her lips, moaning again.

[Whitebrand]

Brand came into her throat with a sudden groan. He managed to restrain his grip on her shoulder so he didn't hurt her. He found himself sweating--an uncomfortable sensation--as he let loose into her.

With a shuddering sight Brand smiled down at the bovine woman.

"And what woukd you like for your turn?" He asked.

[TaurenDevourer]

The cow grinned, licking her lips and swallowing his load. "Your name... And anal."