Just Once

~Just Once
Tags: Gangbang, Minotaurs

	"Just Once..." cursed Kayla as her sword cut through more undergrowth, "just once I'd like to be able to shed that fucking nickname!"
Her elf companion, Gwendyn, sighed, "Just once I'd like to hear you not swearing. It's unbecoming."
	"I'll unbecome your fucking face!" Kayla screeched as she swung again, managing to catch her sword on a tree.
	"That doesn't even make sense!" the green haired elf shrieked.
	"If my sword is notched from that..."
Gwendyn shook her head, "Do you even know how to communicate in a manner that doesn't involve excessive rage?"
	"Do you know how to communicate in a manner that involved sucking my fucking dick?"
	"You don't even have one of those!"
Kayla dusted some grit from her blue hair, "Then I'll fucking grow one! Be a fucking hyena!"
Gwendyn straightened her glasses, grey eyes set on Kayla "You know they don't grow a real-"
Kayla turned her red eyes back to Gwendyn, "Look at all the fucks I give, aren't they just raining down from the sky!?"
Gwendyn was not amused, but she didn't justify it with a response.
Kayla turned back to the tree and planted a boot into. For a broke warrior in constant need of work, she had at least one priority she didn't skimp on: footwear. Gwendyn didn't see the reason, but Kayla always took pride in her ivory coloured, steel capped, knee high leather boots, complete with inch high heel. She still resented that Kayla made her wear similar, hers brown leather and adorned with gilded buckles and gilded toe caps. But Kayla loved her boots more than she liked her money. Gwendyn at least figured that if she could clean these boots at some stage, they'd look nice as a more formal piece, till then though she was having trouble hiking without damaging them.
After a bit of wrestling, Kayla managed to tear the sword from the tree trunk.
	"Cunting fuckstickle faggotballs!" she screeched as she stumbled.
	"I don't think any of those are words-"
	"FUCK YOU!"
They trudged on, deeper into the forest, "So we're supposed to drive off the minotaurs, is that is? then we get paid?" asked Gwendyn.
	"Apparently, but he kept dodging the fucking question as to whether they were corrupted or just rowdy. Big difference you know, corrupted means we have to shank a tribe of scary cunts.
	"And rowdy?"
	"Means we have crash some dude's party upturn a keg or two. Poor fuckers."
Time passed in silence after that, Kayla cursing and spluttering as she made headway, delving deeper into the woods. Gwendyn remaining watchful for every little movement.
Soon, they came upon the sound of music and laughter in the distance.
	"Fuck," said Kayla.
	"What?"
	"They're just Rowdy."
	"How is that worse than corrupted?"
	"It's the difference between diplomacy and letting off fireballs. And diplomacy can suck my arse."
They delved deeper, Gwendyn keeping her staff up just in case, while Kayla was notably more relaxed.
Eventually they found their way to the source of the music, a large encampment with half a dozen minotaurs. Small gathering, but keeping themselves well entertained with beer pong and well practiced keg stands. The constant chanting of 'chug, chug, chug' was heard over the music of their resident fiddler.
	"Well bro," said one of the minotaurs kicking over an empty keg, "I still think we should've stocked up on those 'shrooms."
	"Nah man," replied another, wiping some spilled beer from his glowing red eyes, "the ones in this forest are just as likely to kill you as they are to give you an epic trip. Not going to risk that shit."
Kayla turned to Gwendyn and muttered, "follow my lead..."
Gwendyn didn't trust her one bit.
The two of them strode into the open from the underbrush, Kayla immediately sheathing her sword and splaying her arms in a gesture of goodwill, Gwendyn following close behind.
	"Hail minotaurs!" she cried.
The minotaurs all looked up, clearly confused to the arrival of a human and an elf
She continued,  "I'm loathe to interrupt, but I was lead to believe that you guys were all corrupted and shit and I was paid to clear you out! Either way, looks like you pissed off someone down in the town."
The minotaurs all looked at each other, unsure what to make of this.
	"Now, three miles up north is a patch of forest no one goes into, could probably set up a more permanent party spot there without pissing people off. Some mercs draw their swords without asking questions and they'll be what comes after me if you guys are still here!"
One particularly burly minotaur, wearing a lampshade for a hat, stumbled out, clearly tanked out of his brain, his muscles bulging so hard that it looked as though it'd split through his brown skin.
	"Aww man, I don't wanna move all this shit!" he whined, "what beef does pinkies have with us?"
	"I dunno, but I was going to get paid to move you on. I'm broke and a girl's gotta eat."
	"So we moving up is a favour to you hey?" said the minotaur.
	"Well, yeah, you move up, I tell them you've been 'routed', humans no longer pissed, you party in peace. Sorry, what was your name..."
	"No names girlie, just call me Lampshade."
	"Alright Lampshade, do we have a deal?"
	"First, how much these pinkies paying you to move us?"
	"Five hundred. Though you'll note the lack of armour..." she indicated blue tunic, "so my money's going real quick."
As she indicated however, Lampshade spent some time gazing at her assets, her massive bust caught his eye and he felt a swelling under his loincloth.
	"I can help you with your money problems, if you're interested," he realised he had a decent bargaining chip after that, "either, I can pay you to leave us alone, we can move and you don't get paid, or I can pay you AND we move provided you do a favour in return."
	"How much are we talking?" said Kayla
	"I don't like this..." muttered Gwendyn in undertone.
	"Scarf!" Lampshade shrieked to a minotaur with a scarf around his neck, "How much coin can we spare,"
	"A full grand man, we hit jackpot when I tore apart those thieving goblin bastards!"
	"There we go, full thousand coins for the two of you."
Kayla cocked her head, "What's this favour?"
	"Sorry, never been good with ladies... Tie! How to I eloquently state..." He motioned a slight hip thrust.
	"What, fucking!?" said the minotaur with a tie done in a perfect Winsor knot on the left upper arm, "Last poem I did had 'making frantic love under the shimmering moonbeams'."
	"Huh," Kayla grunted
	"Oh for fuck's sakes," Gwendyn cursed, immediately eyeing the nearest beer keg.
Lampshade glowered at Tie, "You're one crass tosser aren't you?"
	"Crass? If I might be so bold, Wreath is the most vulgar out of the lot of us!"
	"And fucking proud of it!" blurted a minotaur wearing a laurel wreath.
	"I may not be as eloquent as Tuxedo or as noble as Banner, but I sir am a wordsmith, a poet and a scholar!"
Gwendyn's interest was piqued, "A scholar? what do you study?"
	"Right now? Theoretical physics, astronomy and arcane lore," he held up a copy of a well respected, peer review primer on the nature of cosmology and the placement of the extra-planar realms in relation to the material plane, "Though Tuxedo does political science and Scarf's studying Economic theory.
Gwendyn's mouth was agape, it had been some time since she'd had decent discourse with fellow intellectuals
	"Excuse me, if we're doing this, I need...to prepare..." she immediately made a b-line for the keg and tapped it, sculling a full pint of beer.
Kayla looked at her then looked back at Lampshade,
	"You know what, fuck it. I haven't had a decent lay in for fucking ever."
Gwendyn started pouring another beer, "Give me five minutes, I want to be blind or horny, whichever happens first! Tie was it? Keep talking!"
Lampshade laughed, "that... that was easy."
Kayla sighed, "Please, I'd rather you sheathed your sword than I have to unsheathe mine."
	"I am stealing that analogy!" barked Tie.
Gwendyn finished the second pint, "Tie, Scarf, Tuxedo? if I'm going to do this, you're going to have to come here..."
The minotaurs raced over and within moments they got deep into discourse, Gwendyn feeling warmer and more flustered the more they flexed their intellectual prowess.
Lampshade couldn't help but notice Gwendyn's figure, while lithe, she was extraordinarily well endowed for an elf.
	"You know, Tuxedo's always been the suave lady-killer. Yet... Tie seems to be doing the best job."
	"Gwen's not like most ladies. So how you want to do this?"
	"Well, all of us have gotta get our rocks off..."
	"It's only a deal if we do too, got it?"
	"I'll do my best I guess..." shrugged Lampshade, "So... what are you up for? do we form a line or...?"
	"You're the one who wanted this!"
	"I honestly didn't expect you to say yes."
Kayla giggled, "wow, okay..." she glanced over at Gwendyn, whose body language was opening up, her hand subconsciously lifting her skirt a little.
	"Give it a moment and she'll be drenched..." muttered Kayla, "You know, I don't usually take things in turns. When I fight for example, I like to take 'em all on at the same time if you get my meaning."
Lampshade gazed at her, "so... are you taking your clothes off or...?"
	"gods below man, I'm a warrior, what do you think gets my blood pumping?"
Lampshade smirked, she was talking his language. He immediately charged, and she rolled to the side, dodging.
	"C'mon, if you guys really want to fuck my brains out, you're gonna have to try harder than that! I take real men with balls!"
Wreath and Banner approached. Banner wore a standard, displaying a stark white flag with the writing, 'MINOTAURS, MAN UP AND ROCK OUT!' painted on it.
Banner's stance and posture told of a well trained and disciplined warrior. Wreath on the other hand had a brawler's stance.
Kayla urged the three of them on and they charged. She ducked and weaved as they tried to dogpile on her. They wrestled and grappled, tearing at each other's clothes with complete abandon, to the hooping and cheering and bet-taking from Gwendyn and the other minotaurs.
It wasn't long before Kayla found her own clothes in tattered rags n the ground, barebreasted and exposed. She was infinitely grateful that her boots were unharmed.
She giggled at the minotaurs, "I'd call this one a draw fellas"
The three looked down, their loincloths shredded and torn.
Lampshade immediately looked at Banner, who was impressed, then to Wreath, who was stunned.
	"Remember guys, no crossing swords or touching balls, got it?"
Kayla giggled, "you may have to cross swords though! I mean, how else are you going to decide who sticks what and where?"
	"huh?" asked Wreath.
Kayla rolled her eyes as she planted a solid kick into Wreath's sternum, knocking the eight foot giant to the ground, "You stay the fuck on the ground and don't thrust till I'm fucking ready!"
	"Yes ma'am!" barked the stunned minotaur.
Kayla clambered onto him, stroking his shaft until it completely hardened.
	"Gods above, never laid a minotaur but are all of you so fucking huge?"
	"I thought he was on the small side..." said Lampshade.
	"Seven inches is small?"
	"I'm eight..." shrugged Banner.
Kayla whistled, "good thing I'm a tough little bitch," as she parted her pussy lips and positioned herself on Wreath's tip.
	"Thrust before I'm ready, I break your jaw, got it?"
	"Yes ma'am!"
Kayla slid down his shaft, a gentle cooing escaped her when she got down as deep as she could fit it.
	"Now, Lampshade you crass motherfucker, come round the back here..."
Lampshade complied as Kayla reached back to her hindquarters, "I want you inside me there!"
	"Umm... wouldn't that hurt you?"
	"Just fucking do it!"
	"OKAY! FUCK!" said Lampshade as he pumped at his member to tighten the erection and slid it in, slowly and gently considering his size.
	"Oh fuck," Kayla breathed, "That's the spot. Banner, over here."
	"You called madam?"
She reached for his throbbing member and tugged it towards her face, leading him. She gave the tip a reassuring lick and gave him a smile, "You're the most handsome one here," she gave him a playful tickle on the balls, "and by the gods you have the prettiest cock," she wrapped her lips around it and started sucking, simultaneously rolling her hips up and down. The other two took this as their queue and started thrusting. She felt Lampshade's hands on her arse as his thrusting matched her increasing rhythm, and Wrath clutching onto her hips.
She looked up at Banner as she lurched forward, taking his member as deeply in her throat as she could, letting a gentle moan escape his lips. The member was so massive that she had to use two hands to control it properly. As the minotaurs pumped away, growing harder and faster, she urged Banner to place his hands on the back of her head.
	"Can't... control..." she blurted between moans, "Thrust..."
Banner complied, sticking his throbbing cock into her open, awaiting mouth and thrust as deep as he could. Kayla was practiced, suppression of the gag reflex came easy for her. She planted her hands on Wreath's chest, her nails clawing into his exquisitely carved chest.
Meanwhile, Gwendyn was just enjoying the show, her panties had long since vanished and she had both hands at her pussy, two fingers inside and the other hand playing with the clit.
Scarf carefully reached around her and picked her up, to no protest from her, and sat down against the keg. Slowly, he sat her down on top of him, trying to press his cock between her fingers and inside her pussy.
	"No, no, not there. Back, like Lampshade."
Scarf shrugged and complied. It was awkward and Gwendyn's cry of pain gave him pause, but things settled once he finally found his way.
	"Just like that big man, just like that!" Gwendyn took her fingers out of her pussy and began to lick them clean, "Now play with my tits, they're getting a little lonely,"
Scarf reached to the head-sized breasts and massaged them, but gently as it got the best moans from the elf.
	"Tie, I want you in the front. A well educated man like yourself needs a break, right?"
Tie smirked and got on his knees, slowly pushing his cock inside, a long, drawn out moan escaped Gwendyn's lips as the massive member was pushed to its absolute limit. He leant back on his hands to get comfortable
Gwendyn then coaxed Tuxedo over by tugging on the tails of his suit and reached to his cock.
	"Be gentle kind sirs, I am but a tiny elf..."
The three of them barely moved, letting her do all the work, which suited Gwendyn fine. The way she rocked and swivelled with each thrust, the delicate way she played games with her tongue on Tuxedo's cock, were things to be savoured. She pressed down on Tie in a way that caused him to grunt and splutter, while Scarf was trying hard not to make any kind of vocalisation, though it was growing more and more difficult. Gwendyn however was taking her time with the three, the smooth texture of their cocks was a complete contrast to the rough exterior, while the members themselves were rock hard, the skin was soft and supple and felt nice inside her.
Kayla's screams and moans were gagged by the giant cock in her mouth, but she was having the time of her life. The sheer bestial vigour the three of them thrust with was arousing in ways she couldn't explain. The three of them, without even realising, were trusting in tandem, matching the rhythm she was setting perfectly.
Though not all of them had her endurance. The rhythm was forced to change when Lampshade suddenly thrust harder and faster, Wreath and Banner matching him. Within moments however Lampshade let out a cry as he came, the warm feeling of cum filled Kayla, and made her even hornier.
Her nails were digging into Wreath's flesh and she managed to let Banner sink his cock right to the base down her throat, which proved too much for Banner to handle as he too blew his load.
Kayla herself stopped moving as she held her breath, Banner thrust his cock as deep as it would when he came, torrents of cum issuing forth. Kayla swallowed as hard as she could as Banner withdrew, at least he made it easy to clear out. He let go of her head and stepped back.
All the while however, Wreath never stopped pumping, and Kayla's body was shaking and writhing uncontrollably, she could feel her body tensing. Wreath had good timing, the moment he finally filled her up completely with his seed, Kayla let out an orgasmic cry as she reared back, her body reddening as her scream filled the night sky.
Gwendyn enjoyed the show thoroughly, finding that she was already about to lose her own composure. She heard a grunt from Tuxedo a torrents of cum issued forth from his member and filled her mouth. She found she couldn't swallow fast enough and most of it burst out of the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and running down her tits. She kept pumping his cock until every last drop had either spurted out of her mouth or been swallowed down.
Gwendyn didn't quite last as long as the minotaurs however, not long after she pushed Tuxedo away, she found herself moaning and screeching, unable to control her body. A mix of drool and cum dribbled down her face as she had lost the ability to deal with even that, overridden by how her body tensed in response to each any every thrust and twitch. She let out a cry as her body seized. Unable to keep thrusting, the minotaurs did it for her and finished the job admirably, turning the quavering start of an orgasm into a full blown eruption of Gwendyn's joyous screams as her juices oozed squirted out from the sheer sensation.
The minotaurs weren't done yet, so Gwendyn pushed Tie out and brought his cock to her tits, wrapping the almost pillow-soft bust around his cock and massaged. It only took seconds for Tie to lose his control and blow his load all over Gwendyn's face, successive, less forceful spurts hit her neck, then her chest, then simply oozed out of the head and dribbled down, around ad between her tits.
She pulled off of Scarf and sat just behind his cock. She massaged her clit against it, trying to push out the tiny remnants of her orgasm for full satisfaction as she gripped it with both hands and pumped. Within moments, his cock erupted mock-volcano, launching streams of cum onto the front and underside of her tits, spurting smaller loads onto her tummy and eventually dribbling remnants of his load back down his shaft, which ran over her hands and dipped all between her legs and covering her pussy.
She slumped back onto Scarf and kissed him on the cheek,
	"My, my, why have I never taken a minotaur before?"
It was then that Kayla had approached her, cum still dripped from her orifices.
	"Well now, had fun did we?"
	"Fun's just beginning..." Said Gwendyn, "You brought me here, you can clean up this gods damned mess before we go!" she indicated the carpet of cum on her body.
Kayla smirked as she gazed at the completely covered pussy and licked her lips,
	"And I know exactly where I'm going to start..."