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Gabe stood there transfixed at the sight of the beast as it took down every opponent with the ease of a choreographed dance. It stood in the middle of the area, eyes fixed on Gabe, the member between his legs straining, glistening with precome. The flared head of the cock was very different from any Alpha penis Gabe had seen illustrations of. Gabe didn't understand why the beast was excited like that. He chalked it to the adrenalin from the fight. But the hungry way it looked at Gabe made his stomach tighten in ways he couldn't comprehend.Ā
He leaned toward Orwen, his voice barely above a whisper. "What happens now?"
Orwen cleared his throat, his tone uneasy. "By the rules of this initiation, the winner claims you as their prize."
Gabe's eyes widened in horror. "But there's no winner left alive."
"There is," Orwen said grimly, gesturing toward the beast. "It stands before you."
Gabe's gaze darted back to the creature. Its member throbbed with an unnatural allure, and though he should have been repulsed, he felt his stomach twist familiar ache. He swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "It will kill me."
"Perhaps," Orwen admitted, his face grim. "Do you wish for another to challenge it?"
Gabe hesitated, then nodded. Orwen addressed the crowd, his voice booming. "Is there any Alpha brave enough to face the beast?"
Ten or so Alphas came forward. "Alright then, try your hand at taking the beast down. The last one standing will have the new Omega."
The hungry smile on the Alpha's face made Gabe shudder with unease, even though the sight of the raging bull didn't. The Alphas demanded that they bring their weapons of choice to fight the beast. Orwen agreed, considering it would be suicidal to go against the beast empty-handed. As they got into the arena, some of them brought swords, others arrows.
Ten Alphas stepped forward, weapons in hand. They entered the arena cautiously, surrounding the beast. It seemed almost amused, waiting for their attack. When one charged, the beast struck with devastating force, snapping the Alpha's neck like a twig. Another fell to a swift, brutal blow that left a gaping hole in his chest. Panic spread among the remaining Alphas, and when the beast advanced, most fled, their courage shattered. Only two were caught in its grasp, their lifeless bodies discarded with disdain.
Once again, the beast stood triumphant, its bloodied form rumbling with pride.
"Is there anyone else..." Orwen started to say when Gabe circled his palm around Orwen's wrist and stopped.
"There is no use. It will kill all of them," Gabe said.
"What are you going to do then?" Orwen asked nervously. "Do you want me to call off the initiation? I could dismiss the rules and let you pick one Alpha like it usually happens."
"No," Gabe snapped, his heart fluttering strangely. "I will sleep with the beast," he said, flicking his chin, pretending to be brave.
"Are you insane? Do you even see it? Do you see how massive it is?"
"I see him, Orwen. I can handle him," Gabe replied, his voice steadier than he felt.
With a resigned sigh, Orwen announced to the crowd, "The beast is victorious and claims Gabe Kirk for initiation."
Ignoring the horrified whispers around him, Gabe turned and walked to his chamber. His heart raced as he prepared for what lay ahead, the weight of tradition and his own choice pressing heavily on him.
The preparation process for initiation was meticulous, an ancient ritual designed to transform into a sensual being.
Attendants smoothed fragrant oils over his skin, massaging it until his body gleamed a jewel. The oils carried notes of jasmine and sandalwood, their scents weaving around him in a heady embrace. They darkened his skin slightly, giving it a sun-kissed glow that accentuated every curve and hollow.
Next, they carefully combed his hair, threading it with perfumed smoke that lingered in soft, invisible tendrils. His long blue satin skirt, low-slung on his hips, clung to him like a second skin, swaying with every step and exposing his navel. A delicate gold chain encircled his waist, resting lightly against his oiled skin. The golden anklet on his foot jingled faintly with each movement, a sound both melodic and hypnotic.
Intricate henna patterns were drawn onto his shoulders, swirling designs that seemed alive, imbued with symbolism and reverence.
When they were finished, Gabe stood before a full-length mirror. His reflection startled himāa vision of sensuality and divinity, reminiscent of the deities painted on the walls of the vaisa quarters. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, yet he couldn't deny the allure of his own transformation.
A soft voice broke his reverie. "We've secured the beast in the dungeon for your safety. Are you ready to meet him?"
Gabe took a deep breath, his heart pounding, and nodded, steeling himself for what awaited.
Gabe was escorted to the gate of the dungeon, but beyond that, he had to walk alone.
The air in the dungeon was thick with humidity, carrying the earthy scent of moss and damp stone. The faint flicker of candles did little to pierce the oppressive darkness, the walls greedily consuming their light. Gabe's footsteps echoed softly as he moved forward, his heartbeat loud in his ears.
When his gaze met the beast's, he froze. The Minotaur was bound to a metal pillar, its massive hands restrained above its head by thick, unyielding chains. Its deep, guttural growl reverberated through the chamber. Steam puffed from its flared nostrils, a visible sign of the fire raging within. Its piercing eyes locked onto Gabe with a predatory hunger that made his stomach tighten.
Gabe's movements were hesitant but graceful, his hips swaying almost unconsciously as he approached. He stopped just before the creature, tilting his head up to meet its gaze. Rising onto his tiptoes, he placed a tentative hand on the Minotaur's face, fingers brushing the textured skin of its snout. His thumb traced the arc of its brow, a surprisingly tender gesture.
"You like me, don't you?" Gabe's voice was barely a whisper, but it seemed to resonate in the confined space.
The Minotaur's response was a deep growl, its hips thrusting forward as though trying to close the distance between them.
"You'll split me in half with this," Gabee murmured, his voice trembling yet laced with intrigue. "You'll have to be careful."
The Minotaur let out a frustrated rumble. A small smile curved Gabe's lips as he leaned forward, brushing his mouth softly against the beast's. The teasing contact seemed to ignite something primal in the creature, but Gabe pulled back, relishing its helpless reaction.
Running his free hand over the creature's muscled chest and down the ridges of its abdomen, Gabe let his fingers linger over the taut skin. A shiver ran through him as the beast's distinct musk enveloped him, stirring an unspoken desire.
Leaning in, Gabe darted his tongue out to taste the column of the creature's neck. The slight saltiness of its skin grounded him even as his pulse quickened. The Minotaur let out a guttural, animalistic sound, and Gabe chuckled softly, finding unexpected power in the moment. The creature that had effortlessly dispatched the strongest Alphas now stood restrained and at his mercy.
Feeling drunk with power and arousal, Gabe stepped back from the creature. He turned away from it and heard its warning growl. Gabe smiled at the reaction before going on all four and arching his back sensually, teasing the beast further.
"Do you like what you see?" Gabe asked, looking back at the beast.
The Minotaur bellowed anomalistically.
"Come on then. Break those chains. I know you can."
The beast's guttural sound echoed in the dungeon's empty chamber.
"I am yours for taking," Gabe edged him on. His body tingling with arousal.
With a hard yank of its hands the beast broke free of his binds. It charged towards Gabe before kneeling down behind him.
Gabe gasped at the suddenness of it. He knew the Minatour could break the bind but didn't anticipate it happening so soon.
The beast ripped Gabe's skirt off his body,
"Fuck!" Gabe moaned, gripping the stone floor.
The Miantour thrust, its beastly eyes, looked down on Gabe with awareness, like he was trying to connect with him more than on a physical level. The thought was laughable, considering this was no more than a physical act, yet Gabe felt his heart flutter. The creature bucked, grunting in ecstasy.
The pleasure was nothing Gabe had ever felt.
When the beast was spent, Gabe pulled away, looking in horror at what he had done. Not sure what had gotten into him.
He just had sex with a Minotaur. He who was virgin. How was that even possible? How had he not bled all over. How even Gabe wasn't sure.
He stood up embarrassed by what he had done. The beast's eyes are still hungry, but the sex haze in Gabe had faded. He stood and dashed out of the dungeon. He needed a bath, not only for his body but his mind as well.