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Attempting to hold the torch while maintaining a grip on the rope that would lead you out was proving more difficult than you thought. Pledging your life to work under the Oracle, you never thought your journeys would take you deep underground on the island of Crete. Tugging on your robes out of nerves, you manage to carefully trek through the massive labyrinth that housed the dreaded Minotaur of legend. King Minos had sent for one of the Oracle’s people to assess the beast as it had refused to eat in recent months. Usually possessing a voracious appetite for human flesh, the fabled half-man half-beast started refusing the sacrifices provided and so the King demanded the Oracle’s help.
As you held the best record of successfully performing work on the Oracle’s behalf, she instructed you to travel to the island and offer your aid to the Cretan people. However, the Oracle’s last vision before your departure left dread spread throughout your heart.
“You are to offer your body to him, girl. He will not eat because he craves to mate. You shall satisfy his needs for as long as required, then you may return to Delphi.”
The ever wise and all seeing Oracle, whom you devoted your life to serve, essentially gave you a death sentence. Not that you feared death in your line of duty, but you had never felt the touch of a man and did not know how to fulfill this task. Passing by skulls and assorted bones, the scenery did nothing to quell your anxious thoughts. What if you gave him what he wanted and he decided to eat you afterwards? Your heart pounds in your chest as you step carefully around the various macabre decor on the cool stone floor.
It was deathly silent with the exception of the crackle from the flame on your torch. Everyone had been entertained with the tale of the monstrous being born from King Minos’ greed. Born from the queen and the beautiful white bull that was meant to be sacrificed to honor the god of the seas, Posedian. Uncontrollably bloodthirsty and wild, King Minos all but begged your mistress, the Oracle, to provide some sort of solution to this problem. Pythia instructed the King to construct an elaborate maze underneath his palace to contain the abomination.
As such, for many years has the creature resided in the very location you are currently traversing. Abiding to tradition, the ladies of the palace at Knossos provided you with a fine garment, sweet smelling perfume, and rouge for your cheeks and lips. Adorning your hair in their regal style and dressing you in garb that left your ample bosom exposed, you were grateful you brought your cloak from Delphi. Typically, you wore loose tunics as semi-modest dress was required in the Oracle’s presence.
Rounding yet another corner, you are finally met with light and signs of life. Slowly and carefully, you enter the massive space in the middle of the labyrinth. It looks to be a typical man’s room, sparsely furnished save for a massive bed, a desk and chair, basins of water, and cloth scattered across the floor. Stepping further into the threshold, you spot a massive figure hunched over in a dark corner of the makeshift room. Sounds of huffing and moaning could be heard. Was he injured? It sounded like he was in pain. Gently setting down your bag, you cautiously approach the figure.
“H-hello… are you alright? Are you injured?” You inquire in a small voice. Using up all your courage, you reach out to the beast with a shaky hand. Faster than your mind can process, a terrifying, gigantic hand grabs a hold of your wrist and you release an involuntary gasp. As he comes further into the light, you start to make out more details of the half-man half-beast. Frighteningly tall, the creature stands what feels like leagues above you. Thick bands of muscle make up the animal body of the beast. Where feet would be, there are massive hooves. He wears what appears to be some type of loincloth. His body is covered in dark, almost pitch black hair. Moving further upwards, he appears much more human save for the massive horns atop his head.
“You should not be here, woman. You are not safe here,” his voice comes out gruff and a little gravelly with a hint of pain underneath. Straining your eyes and looking up, you are surprised to see a remarkably handsome visage. A strong face with a prominent nose and cheekbones looks down at you, inspecting you. A myriad of scars decorate his face as long dark tresses move to reveal more of his face. Earthy green eyes peer down at you intensely, thankfully with little to no malice.
“The Pythia sent me for you,” you attempt to explain. You cannot help but tremble as the half-man half-beast holds your wrist steadily.
“The Pythia? Why would she send anyone for me? She was the one who suggested this imprisonment for me,” his voice turns sharp as he expresses clear sustain for your mistress.
“She said you needed to mate and so I am here to help with that,” you inform him softly. The moment he hears the word “mate” his face flushes a deep crimson. Comically, you think it looks pretty on his pale, alabaster skin.
“Mate!? This must be a mistake…” he speaks as he quickly releases your wrist and turns to move away. Strangely, something makes him freeze in place.
“Wait… Girl, what is that smell…?” His voice gets smaller through the course of his question. You hear him take a deep inhale as his striking eyes rest on your neck and bosom area.
“The ladies of the palace, they put perfumes and oils on me. Are they not to your liking?” You inquire as you think the smells are pleasant. As a faithful servant to the Pythia, you did not possess such luxuries as perfumes and other scented oils often. Placing a beastly hand over his face, he closes his eyes and abruptly turns away from you.
“Quite the opposite, Pythia’s servant. You smell divine and I can feel my self control waning as we speak. You need to get out of here please. I don’t know what I’m going to do,” he says with clear distress in his voice as he looks away from you and directs you to the exit. Fascinatingly, he is trying to avoid your gaze as you notice he starts breathing harder and hunches over slightly.
“I’m warning you, girl. If you don’t flee, I don’t know what I’m going to do,” his voice turning shrill as you hear his hooves stomping on the ground. Averting your eyes back up, his midsection grabs your attention. The loincloth struggles to contain the beast’s massive member that is standing at attention. Marveling at its size, fear grips your heart as you wonder how that whole thing will fit inside you. Despite your apprehension, you had a task to perform for the Pythia and so you slowly inch closer to him.
“I’m here to satisfy your carnal needs. I don’t have much experience, but I wish to do my best to serve my lady,” you inform him earnestly. That earns a bitter chuckle from the creature.
“So now the Pythia wants me to experience pleasure after all these years of carnage and suffering?” He asks in a dark tone.
“I-it is Apollo’s will…” you faithfully remind him.
“Pfft! Apollo’s will… You may call me König, girl,” the beast says as he turns to face you with pupils as big and round as the moon. What a strange name, you think. You take a deep breath and pray to Artemis for her protection. This must be done, you chant in your head as König approaches you with a feral glint in his eyes.