Aliceinchains36
Sober & Godless
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Powerful, flat molars crunched into the almost completely consumed femur bone, just before damp lips closed around the broken section and began sucking loudly, chasing that last bit of marrow from the center. Maksim dug for the precious fluid with his big, fat tongue before removing the small piece of bone from his mouth. It had already begun bleaching around the joint, a sure sign that the old bone was long dry and his efforts were futile. Mak flicked the small fleck of white across his enclosure, it had been almost a full day since he’d been fed fresh meat—it made him miss the old days of wayward adventurers and surprised treasure seekers—the glory days.
Maksim was a Minotaur, among the last of his kind and the very last of his clan—ancient but full of life. For some time it had been clear, the world was growing smaller and there were fewer places for the anomalies to go. The Minotaur race needed to evolve, to interbreed with more docile races or face total extinction. Mak desired to mate with a human—as they’d so clearly won the struggle for global dominance—but that task was proving rather complex.
Mak had gone willingly, when the one he knew only as “Broker” freed him from that tiny storage container that had been his home in the months following his first defeat at the hands of men, now he occupied this… this… slave market for exotic creatures, waiting to find a human woman, willing to adopt him and sire his offspring. Though he feared that his captors cared less for his aspirations of interbreeding than they did for the novelty of his cock size.
Regardless of what was to become of him, Mak refused to meekly allow them to starve him to death.
”WANT FOOD!!!” the horned creature bellowed at the top of his mighty lungs, creating a cloud of damp mist around his muzzle as he roared, ”WANT FOOD NOW!!!”
Human words were still slightly difficult for Mak, his tongue wasn’t bred for shaping such subtle sounds. His tongue was better suited to splitting oysters or cracking walnuts, though he’d discovered a few new tasks to which his tongue was suited since his relocation to this so-called shop.
Mak kicked at the door of his enclosure with one of his hooved feet. Come to think of it, his hunger for fresh meat wasn’t the only appetite his captors had been neglecting. He clacked his tongue in his mouth a few times, trying to will it smaller so that he could accurately convey his desire to mate when his jailor brought him his next meal.
"I fed you two hours ago you big baby." Lilly said, pushing a wheelbarrow of meat into Maksim's cell. Lilly had volunteered to feed and fuck Maksim because of his regular raping of human workers. She didn't mind his rough treatment though, in fact she enjoyed it. "So what are you more hungry for, meat or me?" Lilly asked sitting on the floor and spreading her long legs for the huge bull.
