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I am not the best artist but here is a sketch of Thoren.

[foragingfae]

I agree with Anon ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ when my phone starts violently going off I'm like AHHHH PINNIE DUMP YAY

Me: The world is a cruel and unjust place. There is no harmony in the universe. The only constant is suffering

*minutes later*

Me: omg, a new posts by Pinnie

Incorrect quote anon

*Exaggerated kissy noises in your general direction*

[foragingfae]

OC drabble. I wanted to write something for the poly triad from an rp I am doing and this was the result

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

adult themes ahead minors DNI! Mentions of shibari wax play and spanking as well as a D/S power dynamic!!!

Titania had become impatient waiting for her lovers to come back and give her attention. They were busy with work and she was so lonely on her throne. She had been told to behave by Dust that morning who knew she was about to be an absolute brat today and had giggled in her face. Already racking up one punishment for that she decided today was the day she would just cause absolute chaos. She broke every single rule she could as quickly as she could knowing that if Razan had to get involved things would be fun~ Being the Queen she did technically have authority but they both knew she didn't want to be in charge when it came to their relationship. So they had written up a contract and she had signed it even using her royal seal.

Dust came into the room first looking at her with eyes like daggers. "Little one I thought I told you this morning to behave." She said in a low growling voice. She walks stalking closer to the throne as Razan came in and closed the door. The lock clicked and Titania knew she was definitely in trouble. He didn't often take off his helm outside of his room so the lack of it on his head was alarming. "Oh princess you have definitely messed up." He didn't often call her anything but my lady or my love but Princess was definitely her favorite pet name from him. Only used when she has really been misbehaving, he turned to look at her and smirked softly. He was carrying a few bundles of rope in his arms and some candlesticks. She knew he didn't enjoy punishing her but he was a shibari fanatic. He loved tying her up into pretty patterns and paint pictures of her.

She sat up in her chair and looked at the two trying to put on her most innocent face. "I haven't a clue what you are talking about?" The sneer from Dust reminded her that they could see right through her bullshit. "Princess Mira told us about the tarts and Dave said you were walking around in almost nothing which I can obviously see." The dress she wore was definitely very revealing. A low plunging neckline with an open back and slits trailing all the way up to her hips. She giggled and crossed her legs leaning back on her throne. "Oh that! Hmmm" she reaches beside her and picks up another strawberry tart taking a bite out of it. A bit of jam got on her lips and she slowly wiped it away with her thumb before popping the digit in her mouth and licking it off. Razan bristled at the brazan action and let a low growl escape himself. Dust was already walking across the room and grabbing her by the throat.

"Little one that's three you struck out." She was so close to her face and Titania let out a soft whine. This was exactly what she had wanted and they knew that. "I am going to spank you and then you will take the punishment Razan has planned. Get up." She knew better than to continue to brat and got up letting Dust take her place on the throne. "over my legs." Titania quickly bent over the woman's legs and closed her eyes. Dust pulled her dress up and noticed the lack of underwear, a swift smack to her bum was heard and the leather of Dust's gloves left a lovely sting behind. "That's one count and say thank you."

Every slap was met with a soft whine and a thank you miss from Titania along with counting. Razan watched as he slowly removed his armour leaving himself in a flowy white undershirt and black pants. He started preparing the rope and walked forward. "OK give her a rest, Dust her ass is red enough." He said and Dust immediately complied. She let him pick up Titania and gently kiss her tear stained cheeks. "You are doing so good Princess taking your punishments so well. Just a little more ok?" She nodded and he nuzzled her neck.

"What's your color baby?" She looked up at him and then back at Dust. "Green." "Good good ok now I need you to stand up and be still so I can tie you up ok?" She nods and he puts her down letting her stand. He pulled her dress over her head and stared for a moment at her form. He started winding the ropes around her body, the soft scratch of the rope against her skin was enough to ignite a fire in the pit of her stomach. His methodical movements only serving to make her feel warm.

Every passing brush of his fingers, every tug of the ropes ever caress over her hips. She was panting by the time he got to her arms pulling them in front of her and starting the process of slowly but surely immobilizing them. Walking behind her he pressed his knee into the back of hers slowly lowering her to the floor. He pulled her hair to the front of her body and made her bend forward. "I am going to drip wax on your back. It will sting but you already knew that since we have done this before. Do not make a sound and stay still." She nodded letting him know she understands and heard a match get struck. Once the candle was lit it didn't take long for the wax to begin hitting her back.

The hot droplets making her muscles jump as she struggled to keep her mouth shut. She was doing so good! Soon though the stinging feeling became too much and she whimpered. "Babygirl~ I said not to make any noise." She looked up and a blush spread over her cheeks. He was breathing heavily looking at her. She could hear his heart pick up from her place on the floor along with the subtle thrumming of Dust's. As her eyes met his he groaned. "Darling, why couldn't you be good today? I had so much fun stuff planned I was gonna cuddle you and take you on a walk in the garden and now I'm forced to punish you." She pouted and looked down at the floor again. "I am going to continue dripping the wax. Once it's done your punishment is over but we aren't gonna play with you tonight. You haven't earned it."

She pouted yet again and whined when she felt the wax start up again sitting perfectly still and letting him cover the exposed parts of her back completely with the candle. The way he had tied her there were diamonds of wax on her skin. When the candle was finally finished he knelt next to her and rubbed her head gently. "There you go babygirl there you go. It's ok now it's all ok, you did so good! Look at you taking your punishments."

She sniffled and he slowly untied her and stretched out her arms and legs letting the wax crack and fall from her skin. Dust moved to the two of them and rubbed her hair softly as she kissed her cheeks and wiped her tears. "Little one let's get you all wrapped up and take you to a bath hmm? And then we can all cuddle in the bed." She nodded in response and was swiftly wrapped up in Razan's cape curled in his arms as the two escorted her back to her quarters; they had the maids bring in hot water and filled her bath up setting her in Razan sent the maids away and washed her himself as Dust checked the bed to make sure fresh sheets were put on it and sent the maids for a soft blanket. The two pampered her for the rest of the night cuddling and giving her the attention she wanted in the first place.

[foragingfae]

I didn't think you guys would like Thoren this much!! Feel free to send me some asks with any suggestions or requests you would like for him.

[foragingfae]

I am so obsessed with this man 🥵

Idk if asks are open but I've had thot's about morell (I think that's how you spell it) and just hear me out. Got kinda long sry

Morell with a s/o that while being completely human has a regenerative healing factor, maybe it's a gift from some god? A deal with a demon? Who knows. That allows them to regrow limbs/organs at neck break speeds. (as long as it's not a direct blow to the head/heart or something.) Who, and get this, gets off on the pain of losing said limbs/organs? Eh, ehh?

Morell gets to cut up and possibly cook up his darlin and they get something in return? This might be stupid, my gay ass just simps for big stronk mushroom man so bad!! I lomf him your honor!

[God I am so into this, it's concerning. This ask is making me froth at the mouth, I'm gonna go balls to wall on this one.]

(Minors dni)

TW: Cannibalism; limb removal; sadism; gore of varying degrees; non-consensual sex acts; Morell.

Putting everything under a read more because I will inevitably wax poetic about cannibal monsters. It is my weakness.

Let's say Morell gets really lucky.

Maybe you came in with a random batch of humans supplied to The Clergy and he just got lucky enough to have you sorted out to him. Or perhaps you're one of his personal catches, the humans he bothers to hunt on his own when he has the time. It doesn't quite matter, what matters is how you react to him when your captivity starts. Oh boy.

Not all humans are cooked at the same time. No no, he's not about to spoil every ingredient, the chef isn't crazy! Or rather, there's a method to his madness. Morell calculates everything very thoroughly, and as such, he always has a schedule for each human that is being held in captivity within the depths of his rather large warehouse. You could say he has everyone's days numbered. Due to this, you're likely to spend a couple of days being held in precarious conditions until it's your time to be chopped, depends on the customer demand really.

It starts when the chef comes into the warehouse. While everyone cowers as much as possible in their restraints, you're instead taken entirely by his presence. There's something powerful about this monster, something sick and vile and grotesquely attractive. He's brutish in the way he carries himself, like a jolly executioner, but his demeanor somehow carries a charm to it. A lure. You see Morell's eyes poise on everyone, and it's clear just from his gaze that no one here is a person to him. It's the most objectifying look you've ever seen in your entire life. Slabs of literal meat would be spared more dignified glances. It shamefully turns you on beyond measure. You know what this monster does, you know what he'll do to the poor man he's grabbing by the neck and leading outside, you know the blood on his smock belongs to a captive you once talked to here. You know what he'll do to you one day.

So why does it thrill you? Why isn't escape the first thing in your mind? Your morbid curiosity will be the death of you, perhaps.

Sometimes the mushroom monster doesn't enter the warehouse to fetch "ingredients". You've been witness to the incidents in which Morell is clearly looking for a different type of meal, inspections, taste testing as he puts it. The monster grabs whatever human looks the juiciest to him and starts truly playing, pawing at their body, wandering digits stroking and groping and slapping before they find a warm place to bury themselves in. Morell chuckles, coos, licks their tears and samples the soft skin of his piglet with feverish passion. Better yet are the times where he gets lost enough to bite. To draw blood and suck at it like a leech, coat his fingers in it, spread it on the pig's body like a fine painting. The way his fat cock throbs behind his smock is unmissable and endlessly exciting to you. You want to please him, be the one that makes him hard like that. You want him to do all those things to you and more.

You're sick. But no one will judge you in this pit of Hell, will they?

The number of human captives starts diminishing, you've been spared as one of the last remaining trio. Some irrational part of you screams that Morell simply isn't interested in you. That, for whatever reason, he thinks you'd make a bad meal or aren't "ripe" enough. They're saddening thoughts. Said assumptions are wiped away when he enters the warehouse once again. You could hear his steel-toed boots on the ground and the noise itself was enough to get you riled up. You're pretty sure the other captives know you're fucked up by now, but what change does it make in the end? Morell walks in with a pondering look, hand on his chin as he examines every one of you carefully. You know this process, he's picking, for future meals.

Guess who's the lucky one today? Little old you! Took him long enough.

You have to bite your lip when the shroom looms over you, cheeks colored ruby and breath getting caught in your throat. He's so much bigger this close, so much more intimidating, you can even see all the patterns on his skin! Morell glances at you as if there's something very clearly wrong, probably because of the contortion of your facial features as you try not to be too obvious about your arousal. Or maybe he's just surprised you haven't started begging and crying yet. With a shrug, the chef finally puts his hands on you, inspecting your face, your legs, arms and midsection like you're no more than an product sample.

" Got a fine rump, have ya piggy? A juicy cut o' this oughta put a dent in anyone's wallet! " He murmurs when he turns you around, a firm hand kneading your ass like dough. God, you're so turned on. When he slaps your right cheek hard enough to make anyone see stars, you scream loudly, unable to mute the lurid moan that escapes right after.

He could cut the ensuing silence with his cleaver.

Morell's breathing audibly picks up as he crowds you further. " That was more than a squeal, piglet. " He taunts, equal parts shocked and pleased. " Ya like that? " The monster now smooths a gentle palm over the bruised skin of your ass, spreading tingles of pain wherever it touches. All you can do is nod shamefully, rising hearty laughter from him. When a daring hand sneaks to the front of lower your body, he confirms what he suspected, you're more than aroused. The look on the chef's face is nothing short of unadulterated, primal glee. You're clutched hard enough to force a whimper out before he comes to his senses. " Yer due soon, my little piggy. "

And he leaves you like that.

The other captive humans refuse to speak to you from then on, but it's not like anything of value was lost. The big day couldn't come soon enough for you. You wanted to see how the chef would react to your abilities so bad! When Morell drags you into his kitchen by the neck, your heart thunders wildly in your ribcage, perhaps loud enough that he could hear your pulse.

He sweeps you off your feet and dumps you into the large cutting board square in the middle of his kitchen as if you weight less than a feather. With your hands tied and legs quickly knotted together by the chef, there's not much you can do but squirm in place like a worm. Not that you feel the need to. The look Morell spares you is different from the ones he usually gives his other pigs, not that you'd know. He starts by saying that he's proud of you. That you were never a troublemaker no matter the circumstances. You're obedient, quiet and very good for him during the inspection. You deserve a more peaceful end, and Morell wants to make a deal with you-

Keep being good for him and the shroom will make you come hard in between every limb he takes. What a fucking stellar deal for someone that regrows body parts, eh? Nonetheless, you agree quietly, making Morell's eyes widen once again in shock before he's cooing condescendingly and planting a kiss to your forehead.

" Such a nice little piggy... " He praises, massive hands kneading at the plush of your body like dough. He rolls your tummy squish between his fingers and feels up your legs like a needy lover, but the look of predatory hunger is perpetually stapled onto his features. Even when he looks between your legs, it's more as if he's seeing a porkchop than your actual genitals. Those same big digits start their magic on your bits while Morell takes a marker to start labeling the spots he'll cut. You squirm on his hand, whining, but Morell only shushes you gently, speeding up the motions of his fingers and humming every time you mewl, not entirely focused on your reactions and more so concerned with getting the precise measurements.

" Good piglet- " The chef beams once you cry out and coat his fingers, sucking them clean before playfully slapping your sore nethers and gripping his cleaver. " Now, I want ya ta take a deep breath, and think happy thoughts. Yer not gonna miss that leg much, trust me. " There's a slur to his words.

The long blade shines brightly once he raises it in the air, your pinprick pupils reflected on immaculate steel. You make a garbled sound, unsure if it was panic or arousal that ripped it out of your throat. When the blade zips down, faster than your poor human sight can perceive, an explosion of sensation has your eyes rolling back into your skull. It's endless torturous pain mixed with this sweltering inferno of pleasure that has your body trembling in shocks of heat.

You scream, and you moan loud- A screech of pained elation that triggers a smaller orgasm out of you. Even if your head is buzzing and fuzzy, you can hear the chef clearly panting beside you, caressing the exposed flesh of your thigh where he made the severing cut. The fucker has the nerve to finger your wound, he's looking at the gnarled flesh like he wants to stick his cock in it. Why does that just turn you on more? Morell watches a river of blood spread on the cutting board and, instead of rushing to cauterize the massive damage, the mushroom just swoons at it, free hand coming down to push his work smock away so he can paw at his raging boner through his dark pants. You almost missed this, blood loss making you dizzy. Though you do get to see the large monster grab your leg and place several hungry kisses upon it, murmuring sick promises to the body part.

" Fer me, this one's aalll mine. Too good, can't sell, such a lovely cut- "

This monster is disgusting, irredeemable. The way he gets off on this like it's the erotic show of a lifetime makes you want to vomit. But it also makes you pulse with amoral arousal. By the time the chef has deposited your leg somewhere out of sight, he comes back with a nasty bloody grin on his dark face, probably intent on cutting off your other limb. He gets to see most of your severed leg already regenerated, flesh and skin finally covering the phalanges of your foot.

Morell blinks. Stares at the leg he just laid on the counter, then back at the perfectly repaired flesh before his eyes. There's a half-smug look on your face as you watch him process this.

" Piglet... " He starts, in a tone akin to a parent playfully chastising their child. " Is there somethin' ya wanna tell me? "

You shyly begin explaining your condition, keeping the details of how you acquired it mainly to yourself. Not that Morell seems to care, he's far too ecstatic about it, already caressing different parts of you with a pensive, eager look. You don't tell him you get off on it, but judging by the miserable, needy state of your privates, Morell can probably tell by now.

" I guess ya just earned yaself a permanent place in my kitchen then, sweetcheeks! " He snaps his finger. " What a fuckin' catch, eh? Luck o' the draw- "

You couldn't secretly be happier.

The chef takes your hand in his for a moment, undoing the ropes around your wrists. When he brings it up to his mouth, you make perhaps the most foolish assumption that he's about to kiss it. Instead, you get to see an array of bold blunt teeth for a flash before half of it is mercilessly torn off.

Dearest God, the pain.

And yet, getting to observe the monster audibly crunch through your bones, roll the taste of you over his tongue with unfiltered glee and groaning before he swallows the mouthful- Well, more like handful- Just makes you squirm in place with want. You hope you taste good.

Studying the way your remaining stumps of fingers twitch and spasm, wrist trapped in his firm grasp, he's bending further to lick at the gory mess. Those inhuman eyes promise nothing but swift bloody pleasure as Morell regards your shivering, panting form. You don't make an effort to regenerate the appendage.

" I think we'll be tha best o' pals. "

When the shroom begins lowering your ruined hand below the waist band of his pants, you can only moan quietly in pure excitement.

Maybe this really is where someone like you belongs, surrounded by other sickfucks.

[foragingfae]

Just reblogging because this applies to my account as well.

⚠️ A reminder to my all my followers, new and old (because a ton of you don't have your age in your bio)⚠️

If you are not 18 or older and are a minor, get the hell out of my blog. I don't want you to interact with me much less follow me.

[foragingfae]

Sobbing 😭 bro his voice

HIS FUCKING DEEP VOICE!!!!!

[foragingfae]

I was hit with inspiration so here are some headcanons about my boy Thoren!

This man is a himbo through and through. He just doesn't have the space to think about anything other than his darling and maybe food but only in a sense of thinking about what to feed his darling. In other words he hasn't a thought behind those soft brown eyes.

He doesn't like it when you talk to other people in the village. Most of your time is spent in the tent or at the hot springs because he doesn't like how the single Minotaur(s) look at you.

His favorite food is definitely mushroom stew! Specifically the kind you made the night he made you his!

He doesn't really murder a lot to be honest. It's hard to push him to that point but when the village creep touches you inappropriately at a festival? yeah he's never seen again.

He likes to pamper his darling weather it be a massage or bathing you, rubbing you down with a cream the local herbalist made that is supposed to make you super soft. Even brushing your hair and dressing you. He is absolutely obsessed with taking full care of you no matter what.

Because of this he doesn't like when you do things on your own. Did you just feed yourself? That's not nice darling I wanted to do that. Did you dress yourself? He's pouting for a while. He wants to provide for you in every aspect of your life.

This man is the biggest cuddle bug. He just wants to hold you all the time. He can't help it you are just so squishy and soft and warm! How is he supposed to stay away!?

He brings you all types of cool hobbies and things to do because he doesn't want you to get bored!!

Thank you for reading!!

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[foragingfae]

Here's chapter two of the Minotaur story!! I haven't come up with a name yet but I'll make a tag for Thoren so these are easier to find.

WARNING FOR TRIGGERING THEMES SUCH AS YANDERE, BREEDING KINK, KIDNAPPING, DUB CON, MATE MARKS, APHRODISIACS AND SPANKING.

I am labeling it as dub con because of you being consistently under the influence of the aphrodisiac he can produce through his smell and his cum.

Minors DNI

You wake up very slowly, your body exaughsted and sore but you feel warm. Tingles spread through you just under the surface of your skin as the aphrodisiac is still in your system. You open your eyes looking around to realize you are in a huge tent made of the hydes of animals. The floor covered in furs almost like a carpet. You are up on a large nest of furs and blankets, and some are even familiar. You make a soft humming sound and the curtains of the tent open to reveal Thoren who is staring at you worriedly. Your soft smile calms him as he realizes that it did infact take.

"Hello there little one, did you rest well?" You nod your throat hurting from screaming last night he realizes you have lost your voice. "Oh darling your voice is gone isn't it. Well rest then I will go and make sure the springs are empty so I can give you a proper bath. I cleaned you up a little bit you could still use some warm water for those aching muscles and maybe some nice oils and perfumes." You nod silently again and lay back down making what could only be described as a happy sound. He beamed his chest swelling with pride and walked away from the tent.

His smell was all around you, musky and sweet almost like pine wood and honey. You couldn't get enough and felt almost drunk off of everything around you. You didn't need to go home why would you? This is your home now. This tent and your mate would make you happy. He said so last night he said you would be spoiled beyond belief so why doubt him? Something in the back of your head said this wasn't ok but you ignore it. You always felt like you wouldn't deserve anything like this so you shrug it off as maybe your insecurities. Soon your Mate comes in and scoops you up wrapping you in a blanket and marches outside. It's brighter than it was inside of the tent and you notice now the hustle and bustle of the hidden village.

Everyone was walking around and doing their own thing. You see minotaur carrying around other creatures that might be in your same situation. Satyrs and even some Fae creatures. Others walking hand in hand with beautiful female Minotaur. Soon you made it just outside the village to a couple of hot springs. Not all of the pools are empty some occupied by minotaur washing their mates or tending themselves. A few pools down you see a small dryad being pushed down on a minotaurs cock gently. She seems happy and your eyes turn to Thoren. A soft whine escapes you and he looks over and then down at you. "You need to relax first dear one. Once you are relaxed I can please you I promise I just don't want to hurt you."

You found yourself on his lap in the water. Pouting as he washed you and massaged your muscles gently. You shifted slightly and rubbed yourself against his cock which rested up on your back. He groaned and pulled you back against him by your hair. A small help escaping you. "Love if you don't stop I will have to punish you. Just a little longer and I will do what you wish ok?" You whine and grind against him again making him huff frustrated that you won't listen.

He picks you up and bends you over the edge of the pool. It's just high enough that your ass is exposed to ten cold spring air and you whimper softly at the breeze around you. He stoob behind you and you expected to feel the stretch of his cock but instead you felt a sharp slap to your ass. You yelp again a strangled sound coming from your torn up vocal cords. He continues spanking you atleast twenty times before he stops hearing a sob escape you.

He pulls you back into the water the warmth making the sting of your ass a little worse but also feeling amazing against your cold skin. "I told you to behave, I wanted to be nice and gentle with you today because I was rather mean last night." You whine and look back at him. Your eyes pleading and he breaks. "Fine fine how about this." He picks you up and aligns his stiff member with your hole sliding in slowly as to give you time to adjust.

You let out a strangled cry feeling how much he stretches you and how much last night left an ache between your thighs, but as much as it hurts it feels like heaven to be filled again. He coos softly to you as he finally sheaths fully inside of you. "There you can sit there while I wash your hair and then we can go home and I can feed you." You hear your stomach growl and you can tell if it's from the intrusion of his cock within it's territory or because you are absolutely famished. He couldn't help the smile on his face as you blushed profusely, you are just too cute.

Soon he finished bathing you and pulled you off his cock with an audible pop. You whimpered at the empty feeling and he wrapped you in the soft blanket he had brought you in walking back to his tent. He put you back on the nest handing you some crochet supplies he had sent someone to retrieve from your home along with copious amounts of other supplies for a multitude of different hobbies. "I wouldn't want my little one getting bored here would I?" He asks when you give him a look of confusion. You smile at his kindness still buzzing happily. He feels bad that he has to keep you this way. Always slightly high off of him but you will learn to love him eventually. Maybe he would soon be able to stop dosing your food with his cum.

After dinner you whimper and whine as the mixture of his cum into your food has made you needy yet again. Everything felt too hot and your skin craved his touch. He looked over at you from his place on the floor polishing one of his axes. Your small keening noises reaching his ears and making them twitch. "Little darling do you need something?" He asks already knowing what you need but wanting to play with you a little before handling your needs. You nod still unable to speak very well and he stands walking towards you. "What is it?" You whine again and fall onto your back spreading your legs in a beautiful display of submission. He groaned and started pumping his cock in one hand while he spread your lips with the other.

"I have been wanting to taste you again all day lovely." You buck your hips at the thought and soon find yourself gripping his horns as he plunges his tongue inside of you. Your hips moving with his mouth as he devours your aching cunt. You were needy to say the least and he couldn't help to pull several orgasms from you before pulling away. You having had multiple breath taking climaxes off of his tongue we're still craving his cock. It stood erect in his hand and he smirked. "Do you want it?" You nod and circle your hips in the air hoping he won't tease you for much longer. "Mm alright I won't make you beg since you have been so good." He grabs you behind the knees and pushed your knees untill they meet the blankets beside your head. His cock pushing against your hole and then making it's way inside.

"By the gods I would do anything to just stay here inside of you forever." He huffs and bottoms out as you whimper and cry out. Your voice still suffering but able to make enough sound to let him know you feel so good. "That's right little doll let me take you let me breed you." That sentence sends shocks across your body. His grunts and groans about how badly he wants to stuff you full of his cock and cum making you shudder and keen. He can tell how much it affects you so he kicks it up a notch. "Such a good girl letting me take you like this. Letting me full you up with cum untill you are sure to be pregnant. You like that darling? You like me ruining your holes?"

You can do nothing but nod as he slams inside of you pounding into your cervix like a man starved for touch. Your impending orgasm making his rush forth. Every clench every cry every snap of his hips pushing you both further into ecstasy. Soon he bottomed out inside of you as your orgasm hits filling you with his potent seed and pushing another orgasm to rip through your body. You fall limp in his arms and he caresses your face picking you up and walking over to a small pile of what you thought were blankets but now know are towels. He cleans you both up and curls around you in the nest. "I hope you can be happy here my precious darling." Is the last thing you hear before sleep overtakes you.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I don't know if I will continue this one, I'm running low on ideas but feel free to shoot me an ask with any you guys have got!

[foragingfae]

I haven't written a fanfiction in a long time. I used to have a pretty long Minotaur fic but it ended up on the wrong side of this hell site so I deleted it. I guess here's me taking another crack at it!!!

WARNING SLIGHT TRIGGERING THEMES SUCH AS STALKING, NON CON/SOMNAPHILIA, KIDNAPPING AND TEROPHILIA!!!!

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

You had been foraging for hours, trying to find some more wild onion and mushrooms to add to your stew for tonight's dinner. What you didn't realize is that you had made your way deeper into the forest than you probably should have. It was getting dark very quickly and you knew you were nearing the territories of the barbarian Minotaur tribe that lived in these woods. They didn't normally take kindly to anyone entering their territory unannounced and would likely be very upset with you. However unbeknownst to you one of them was watching you closely; surprisingly light of foot despite his large stature.

You were stumbling around unable to see for the most part but scared to light your lantern for fear of drawing attention to yourself. You trip over the root of a tree and almost screen before you are snatched from the air a hand over your mouth. "Shh little human if you are too loud my people will hear." His voice was deep and smooth like a finely aged whiskey. You could feel his fur against your back and noticed your feet dangling in the air slightly. Your basket of herbs, wild onion and mushrooms had fallen from your hand and spilled across the ground.

"If I put you down no screaming ok? I am going to get you out of here but you have to remain calm." You nod your head and he puts you down. You stumbled back a little grabbing your basket and whatever things had scattered around it. "Thank you um" you look up at him, you hadn't gotten his name yet and he chuckled deep in his chest. his golden nose ring giggling slightly. "Thoren" he looked so kind. His dark almost chocolate colored fur soft and well maintained. Big round eyes matching his fur in color. He was very tall almost ten feet from what you can gather. That is before his horns which you noticed one was slightly cracked.

"Let's get you home its starting to get cold." He scoops you up into his arms and walks back through the forest towards your house. You wonder how he knew where it was but shake it off as him seeing which direction you had went in. When in reality the man has been stalking you for months. You just looked so soft and with only a few days before mating season starts he was looking for a mate. He knows that humans don't normally mate with Minotaur but you were just so squishy. He could feel you now. Shivering with the early spring cold and snuggling closer into him. Your skin so soft and pliant. He hadn't even thought about how tiny you were. He dwarfed you and size and that sent a shock to his large swinging cock only hidden by a loin cloth.

Once you made it back to your home safely and he put you down you turned to him and clutched your basket slightly. "It is rather dark isn't it? Maybe you should stay here I have plenty of food and I don't want to be the cause of you getting lost." What you didn't know is that he knew exactly how to get home. Your soft voice and kind words however made him want to stay even more. He smiled down at you. "That would be lovely little one." His voice reverberating slightly as your face went a slight shade of pink.

"We could camp in the yard as I am not sure if you would fit in my house." He nods and you see him walk away before coming back with an armful off firewood from your pile. He started to build a fire and you went inside to grab your cauldron and the rest of the ingredients for the soup. When you came back out struggling to carry the huge cooking pot he skilfully took it from your hands and put it on the fire. He seemed to find your tiny arms trying so hard to carry that quite amusing and you scrunched your nose at him. "I'll go grab some blankets there are bales of hay in the stable we could lay out to make some beds"

"I think it would be a better idea for you to sleep close to me. Its cold and I wouldn't want you getting sick little y/n." You giggled and shook your head and then realized had never told him your name. Maybe you did? How else would he know it if you hadn't told him? You shrugged it off as maybe you being forgetful and smiled at him. "I will be fine" walking into the house you brought out a large haul of furs and blankets looking at the two nest like beds of hay you handed him a few blankets and walked to your bed laying out and arranging your blankets like you had been doing since you were a child.

He watched you adjusting your nest and adding more soft things when needed. His instincts telling him you were readying yourself for a mate as that is how the women of his species readied their homes. Making sure things would be soft and comfortable his cock stirs again and he has to pin it between his legs to keep it from showing. After a while you grabbed some bowls using a serving bowl and spoon for your new friend and made up some bowls of soup. Sitting on your bed of hay and blankets you eat your soup quietly and he joins you watching you the entire time. You looked exquisite in the fire light and he couldn't help but think of a plan to make you his.

Once a female is mated they tend to become more docile. He wonders if the same applies for you? He knows you will likely try to fight him, but you are too small and weak to stop him so he doesn't much worry about that. He decides to wait until you are sleeping as you are less likely to start screaming immediately and it would give him time to prepare you for his large cock. You were completely in the dark about these plans and once you had finished your food you bid him goodnight and wrapped yourself up in soft blankets and furs falling asleeep soon after.

He got up quietly and put out the fire. His eyes filled with lust he finally allowed his cock to become erect. Sneaking over to where you slept he pulled the blankets gently away and looked at your sleeping form. You slightly shuddered at the cold but didn't wake. His skilled hands gently pushed your dress up your legs revealing that you hadn't put on any undergarments today. He whined softly and spread your legs pushing your hips slightly in the air. You hummed and turned your head but your eyes were still closed and your breathing still even.

He quickly went to work tearing a bit of your skirt and tying it around your mouth using the rest to tie your hands behind your back. He was glad you were a heavy sleeper but he knew you wouldn't be sleeping for much longer. He leaned down lifting your hips slightly higher and running his tongue along your folds. You jolted but stayed mostly unconscious starting to squirm just slightly. He hummed happily and began lapping at your pretty pussy you tastes devine. Your cooking was amazing but he could feast on your pussy untill then end of time. Alas he couldn't do it for very long. He needed to mate you properly to be able to keep you. He didn't want to hurt you but couldn't risk taking things to slow. He rubbed the head of his cock against your folds his precum mixing with spit and your own juices to creat an amazingly affective lubricant.

"I am sorry little human. I cannot keep myself from you any longer." He prays you will forgive him and starts to push inside of you. You wake feeling a stretching pain in yiru lower regions and scream realizing you are muffled by cloth and your hands are tied tightly behind your back you begin to panic, you didn't have much time to do so before you felt more being pushed inside of you. Looking around you realize what is happening and tears well up in your eyes. He grunts and pulls on your hips, it feels like you will be ripped in half but soon you feel his hips against your ass. "I see you are awake little mate, dont worry I will take such good care of you. You will be spoiled beyond belief in my village." You shake your head and cry loudly into the fabric of what you can now tell was your skirt. He starts moving at a slow steady pace at first. "You are so tight. I was scared I wouldn't fit but now that I'm in here god it feels so good." You feel him become slightly rougher with you and the pain is unbearable. The worst part of all of it is the bits of pleasure that are growing bigger by the minute.

Soon you are drooling through your gag whining and bucking your hips against him. The aphrodisiac in his cum taking over your senses and making you beg for more. Once he realizes that whatever makes the females of his species more pliant has taken ahold of you he unties and ungags you. Flipping you over and pushing your knees to your shoulders. He looks down at your fucked out face and a low growl escapes him. He starts to pound into you like a mad man the bulge in your stomach only serving to incentivise his movements. You cry out loudly feeling your insides being pummeled by his large cock. Unable to form words all you can do is grip his arms and pray that he doesn't stop. Your orgasm fast approaching and your body at it's limit you whine loudly and your pussy constricts around him. This sends him over the edge and he groans as he pushes his cock deep inside of you cum filling your insides and making your stomach bulge. He pulls out and falls beside you pulling you into him. "We will be going home in a moment. I just need to catch my breath."

A few minutes later he manages to calm his heart down he stands up pulling your now passed out form into his arms and walking into the forest.

𝐈 𝐡𝗼𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝗼𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝗺𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐫𝐲!! 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝗺𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝗼 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞!!