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Siiip.
"Aaah!" Zidane slammed his mug down on the counter. Freya looked at him and smiled to herself.
"Well, you're awfully emotive tonight, aren't you?" She teased. "What, is that the first beer you've had in a month?"
Zidane playfully poked back. "What, you're comin' at me for drinking now? Is there anything I can do that you won't make fun of me for?" He said. He winked and smirked to signal to Freya that he was just playing around, and wasn't actually upset.
"I'm not complaining. You just seem enthused," Freya remarked, taking a sip from her own mug.
"Well, what's not to love about a drink with friends, huh?" Zidane asked, grinning.
Clunk - right on cue, Steiner sat down next to Freya and Zidane.
"Speak of the devil!" Zidane laughed. "See? Friends!"
"I'm not your friend," Steiner insisted. "The only reason you're still in the party was on the Princess' insistence. If I had my way, there'd be a strict 'No Outlaws' policy!"
"Yeah, yeah, Rusty," Zidane brushed Steiner's remarks aside.
"My name is not Rusty!" Steiner retorted.
"Where you been, anyway?" Zidane asked. "Rusty?" He added, smiling cheekily.
"Why, you...!" Steiner growled. After taking a second to regain his composure, he continued speaking. "...if you must know, I've been gathering information in the town - seeing about any dangers the people may be facing, and the like. It is a knight's duty, after all, to protect the people."
"Hm," Freya began. "Never thought I'd hear you go on about all that. Aren't you always more concerned about duty and protecting the royalty and all that?"
"You would think so low of me?!" Steiner barked. "My duty is foremost to protect the Princess! But, beyond that, I am still charged with defending the people of Alexandria, as well as those of her allies. Only a dishonorable cur would turn his back on innocent lives."
"Well, didja find anything out?" Zidane asked, returning to the subject at hand. "Lindblum's a pretty big city, I doubt there are any monsters in need of slaying 'round these parts."
Steiner scoffed smugly, delighted to have the opportunity to be right about something. "Ha! As a matter of fact, I have! I heard rumors of a huge Minotaur roaming around the easterly woods!"
"A Minotaur?" Zidane perked up. "Hey, I've been wanting to take one a' those guys down for a while!"
"Why?" Freya asked.
"Their horns!" Zidane answered. "Minotaur horns are suuuper valuable! They're huge, and they sell for big big bucks! Craftsmen will pay anything to get their hands on 'em. They're super tough, so they can only be carved with specialized equipment, but when they do get carved, they last forever. They use 'em to make anything from weapons to decorations. Doesn't matter much to me what they do with 'em though, all I care about is the bottomless gil reserves they'll pour out for 'em!"
Steiner groaned. "Of course a scoundrel like you would only think about gil. You truly are the lowest of the low, aren't you?"
"Hey hey hey!" Zidane exclaimed. "I'm doing a good service too, y'know? Minotaurs are super dangerous! It's a win-win - the people are safer, and my pockets are full of gil!"
"You're doing a good service?" Freya asked. "You hunt the things yourself?"
"Well, no," Zidane admitted, sheepishly. "I've never actually fought one myself. But like, c'mon - this is me we're talking about here. You know I can take one of those things, easy."
"Oh, I'm sure you can," Freya said. "But if you're planning on going out alone in the middle of the night to fight a giant Minotaur-"
"That's exactly what I'm planning!" Zidane interrupted.
Freya sighed. "...well, nevermind. Knock yourself out."
"You can't be serious!" Steiner interjected. "You're going out alone?! To fight one of those beasts?!"
"Yep!" Zidane affirmed.
"I fought in the War of '89. I saw tamed Minotaurs wipe out hordes of the best soldiers we had. You can't seriously mean to take one down yourself!"
"Yeah, tamed Minotaurs," Zidane pointed out. "Minotaurs that were specifically trained to kill as many people as possible. Honed killing machines. The guy we're talking about is just some big lumbering oaf in the woods - I got a tactical mind, he doesn't. He may be bigger than me, but he doesn't stand a chance!"
"He has a point, actually," Freya admitted.
"You too?!" Steiner sounded shocked. "At least go with him!"
"Uh uh, no way!" Zidane insisted. "Freya's a valuable ally of mine, but I want all that gil for myself!" He turned to Freya. "You get it, right?"
Freya smirked and nodded. "Yeah, I don't care. It's all yours."
"See!" Zidane turned back to Steiner. "She gets it!"
Steiner sighed. "...well, I suppose I can't stop you. But you should try to understand what you're getting yourself into."
"You know," Freya began, "For someone who isn't Zidane's friend, you sure do sound concerned for his safety."
"Hush, you!" Steiner barked. "I try to do one good deed and I'm mocked for it!"
"But I didn't-"
"Very well then!" Steiner interrupted Freya. "Go on then, scoundrel! Go and hunt your Minotaur!"
"Yeah, I was planning on it," Zidane said. He slammed down a small pouch of gil on the counter, his payment for his drinks. "In fact, I'm going out right now! Don't wanna let the guy get away by the morning, right?"
He stood up, pushing his stool under the counter. "Seeya!"
Freya and Steiner waved him goodbye as he turned around and made his way out the door, off to make the stupidest mistake of his life.
It was a brisk summer night - had it been winter, Zidane might've considered waiting until the next day to hunt down the Minotaur. But, fortunately (or, perhaps, unfortunately) for him, the weather was lovely even at this time of day, and so there he was, out in the wilderness. Despite the time, the sun still hadn't fully set - it was just barely glimmering over the horizon, a small strip of orange in an otherwise purple sky. Zidane brought scarcely little with him: the clothes on his back, a potion or two, his daggers, a lantern, and a cloak to keep himself hidden. You may ask what the point of keeping yourself hidden is when you've illuminated your position with a lantern, but Zidane didn't think about that. He's a smart boy most of the time, but sometimes he makes stupid mistakes like that.
"Hmm..." He looked around. These were the easterly woods Steiner spoke of - he even spoke briefly with a local to confirm. That same local had also confirmed Steiner's findings about the Minotaur, and he again ignored the warnings about the danger of the beast.
"Guess I don't really have much to go on. All I heard was that it's in the easterly woods somewhere," He spoke aloud. He had a habit of thinking out loud to sort his thoughts out, but in this case, that served only as another thing making his position even more obvious. "But the easterly woods seem pretty big, soooo... no time like the present, I guess!"
And with this, he ventured deeper into the woods. He knew he probably wouldn't find anything helpful at first, but he also knew it would only be a matter of time - Minotaurs are massive, after all, and any significant travel the beast made would certainly leave its mark on the environment. Any knocked-down trees or unnatural clearings in the forest could be proof of the Minotaur's presence. Besides, it's not as if Zidane would be the first to see the thing - Steiner had found out about it after only asking a few locals, so the thing must be obvious. This line of thinking bolstered Zidane's confidence in the "big lumbering oaf" theory he'd posited to Steiner earlier - but of course, overconfidence when dealing with dangerous monsters is often a recipe for disaster.
"Aha!" Zidane exclaimed upon seeing something. He went over to a knocked-down tree - exactly as he predicted. "Man, that's lucky!" He celebrated; but he wasn't done checking yet. He searched the ground around the tree for hoofprints, and lo and behold, he found some, heading north-northwest from his position.
"Aw, man! This rocks!" He cheered, running in the direction of the hoofprints and following any more he could find, the leaves and branches of the forest crunching underfoot. He was really about to find it - the excitement swelled in his heart, his mind racing with the thoughts of what he could buy with all the gil he could earn from selling off a pair of Minotaur horns. But as quickly as his excitement began, it ended. The hoofs seemingly ended in a dead end, a pile of seemingly untouched leaves at their end.
"...damn," Zidane lamented. He looked around, but saw nothing - nothing illuminated by the light of his lantern, anyway. Figuring he had no other leads, he crouched down and rummaged through the pile of leaves, hoping to find something that might help him. As luck would have it, it seemed, there were more footsteps underneath, turning to the right. At first, it seemed, this was good news - he found more Minotaur tracks, and thus was likely to be closer to the location of the Minotaur. But even Zidane was able to figure out what was wrong - leaves, covering Minotaur tracks? Unless all these leaves fell off the trees in the last hour, there's no way they should be covering these tracks, especially not ones this defined and recent. It's almost as if it was intentionally covering its tracks...
Zidane stood up to follow the tracks further, but suddenly he heard the loud crunch of leaves being crushed underfoot, followed by deep, heavy breathing - inhuman breathing. A horrible smell started to fill the air as well, that of a wild animal. He only had a moment to look up before the Minotaur was illuminated by the light of his lantern, but by then it was too late. With a single swing, the beast smashed Zidane over the head with its massive club, carved from the trunk of a tree. And just like that, the lights went out.
He couldn't be sure how much later it was that he woke up, but what he could be sure of was the pounding headache that the Minotaur had given him by smacking him over the head. Zidane cradled his head for a moment as he tried to get his bearings straight, and when he did, he groggily opened his eyes and looked around.
"What... is this... place?" He muttered quietly. He had awoken on a rough stone floor, surrounded by rough stone walls and a rough stone ceiling. Nothing here looked man-made - he must be in a cave, he reasoned, but the only light he saw was that of a large fire lit in the center of the floor. He concluded that it must still be night, and that he can't have been out for too long if the sun hadn't come up yet. Where was this...? Ah, but then he remembered:
"The Minotaur!" Zidane suddenly cried, but immediately he covered his mouth. This, he realized, must be the Minotaur's home. But why had it taken him here without killing him...? It had even left him with most of his belongings, sans his cloak, potions, lantern, and daggers - well, really it had only left him with his clothes. He looked around and observed his surroundings a little bit more, noticing a large pile of bushes and leaves that likely served as the Minotaur's bed. There were also some crude paintings on the wall, though Zidane couldn't make out what any of them meant - not that it was a priority, anyway. He stood up, but wobbled a bit and fell back down on his butt, still woozy from the head injury. He tried again to stand up, and again he wobbled, but this time he was successfully able to stand up and walk around. If he were in his right mind, he would've used this opportunity to escape - but instead, he took the opportunity to look around and investigate his surroundings further, starting with the creature's bed. He noted its enormity, befitting a beast of its size, and also found that in addition to leaves and bushes, the pile also contained a few old, dirty cushions, likely left behind by village folk.
"...huh? What's this?" Zidane asked aloud to nobody, as he spotted something glimmering in the light of the fire. He crawled further onto the bed pile to approach the glimmer - it was on the opposite side of the bed from where Zidane was, closer to the wall of the cave. As he got closer, he found that it was not an object he saw, but a strange, white, shimmering substance - most notable of all, however, was the pungent odor it emanated. He inspected it further, discovering that there was a lot more of it than he initially thought - it seemed to form a sort of splatter pattern on both the bed and the wall, but had since leaked down the wall and onto the floor. Much of the splatter on the bed had also dripped down between the gaps in the bed. Sickened by the smell but unsure of to the substance's nature, Zidane reached over to the splatter and grabbed a handful - yes, there was enough that he could grab a handful. Multiple handfuls, even - with how much there was there, you could probably fill a wheelbarrow with the stuff. He played with it in his hand for a bit, squishing it and bringing it close to his nose so he could smell it better - a terrible mistake, it became apparent.
"Eugh! Gah!" Zidane gagged. "Fuck... that's disgusting... ugh... what is this stuff...?!"
Huff.
"Uh oh."
Zidane turned around - he saw nothing, yet, but he heard it - just around the corner, the Minotaur was returning, its breaths deep and its steps heavy.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
Scrambling, Zidane thought to hide himself in the bed - this, however, turned out not to work, as the pile was dense and difficult to penetrate. He then thought to hide behind the bed, but-
Stomp. Stomp.
He's here.
Zidane stood at five feet and eight inches in height, maybe close to nine inches in shoes. The boy trembled as he looked up at the returning beast, its silhouette dwarfing him as it stared him down. The Minotaur stood at about twelve feet in height, not counting the enormous horns which twisted out of the sides of its head and pointed straight upwards. It was a fat beast, its belly enormous - gorged on the flesh of forest wildlife (though, fortunately for Zidane, Minotaurs are not known to feast on humans - or genomes, for that matter). It had the head and neck of a bull, the arms, torso, and thighs of a man, and the lower legs of a bull, including the hooves which made the tracks Zidane had followed. Its entire head, neck, shoulders, forearms, hands, and lower legs were covered in hair, and while the man parts were comparatively less hairy, it wasn't exactly clean-shaven either. The only clothing it wore was a loin cloth wrapped around its waist, draping down over its crotch - which, for reference, was about level with Zidane's head on an even plane, if a bit higher.
Zidane's breathing grew heavier, his heart pounding - both from fear, and the nauseating stench the beast carried with it. How Zidane didn't notice it earlier, perhaps we'll never know, but now it was nauseating, only natural for a beast which had not developed mankind's invention of bathing. The Minotaur stared at him for a moment, and Zidane stared back. But as quickly as that moment began, it ended, the beast reaching down to grab Zidane. He panicked, resisting of course - he wasn't sure what was happening. Was this the end? He wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to go down without a fight. To his surprise, however, the Minotaur seemed not to desire to kill him, instead, it merely grabbed his head with its enormous hand, holding him in place. Zidane wasn't sure what was happening at first, but then...
It took of its loincloth.
The beast pulled Zidane closer as he started to understand what was going on, the horror creeping in on him. He was now face-level with the Minotaur's sheath, its penis still soft and concealed within. The skin of its sheath was dark and leathery, as was that of the scrotum which contained its enormous testicles, each one just a bit smaller than Zidane's head. From this distance, the smell was stronger than ever, but as Zidane's breathing quickened with his nervousness, he only breathed more of it in.
"N-No...!" Zidane struggled, but of course it was already futile by this point; the Minotaur used its superior strength to force Zidane's face into the sheath.
His senses immediately became overwhelmed - his nose pressed against the direct source of that nauseating stench, his entire face drenched in wet, sticky grime, his mouth forced open and filled with disgusting filth left over from a lifetime of piss and cum residue left unwashed. He couldn't even so much as open his eyes. The Minotaur let out a labored breath or relief, but apparently yet unsatisfied, it pushed Zidane's face harder into the sheath, as well as leaning its hips forward. It grabbed Zidane's head with both hands and rubbed his face against the inside of the sheath, back and forth, left and right, more and more filth getting on Zidane's tongue and filling his mouth. It was using his mouth to clean itself, but Zidane hadn't realized it yet - not for a lack of deductive reasoning, but because he didn't have the capacity for rational thought right now, what with his senses being overwhelmed and all. As this went on, however, Zidane did begin to notice one thing - something hardening. It started to slowly expand, pressing against his face and oozing a salty sludge into his mouth. The sludge dripped down the back of Zidane's throat, forcing him to swallow it lest he suffocate. Eventually it had expanded so much that there wasn't enough room in the sheath for both it and Zidane's face, and so in a brief moment of "mercy," the Minotaur let go of Zidane's head and allowed him to fall to the floor. Immediately after being released he vomited on the floor; he coughed and gagged, tears streaming down his face, until he was able to regain his senses. He looked up and saw... it... expanding still. The Minotaur's penis was pigmented irregularly - some spots were pink, while other spots were black - but that was hardly its most notable feature. Even its disgusting stench wasn't the most striking thing about it. No, that would be its size... already it was three quarters the length of Zidane's arm, and it was still expanding and getting harder. As it hardened and lengthened, the head of the penis expanded and inflated into a thick flare, as if it needed the extra width. Zidane watched in horror as it grew bigger and bigger - with each expanding inch he though "Possibly it can't get any bigger?!" But each time, it just kept growing. Up to this point it had been growing downwards, hanging between the Minotaur's legs, but as it finally started to reach its maximum length, it stiffened, causing it to rise up and curve upwards, the precum that had filled Zidane's mouth still leaking from it and dripping onto him. When it had reached its maximum length, it was as long as one of Zidane's legs. His horror turned to terror - "No way," He though. "T-There's no way he thinks he can fit that thing inside me... I-I have to get out of here...!!"
Zidane made a pathetic attempt at an escape - he was barely able to stumble to his feet before the Minotaur took notice of his intent and grabbed him by the head again to hold him in place.
"N-No!!!" Zidane shouted, but the Minotaur didn't care. It sought only to use Zidane to satiate itself. And that it did, pushing Zidane's face against the tip of its flare, just rubbing it there at first. But it intended more... it reached down and used its thumb to force Zidane's mouth open as he futilely cried and screamed and resisted. But the Minotaur's strength was too much, and it was able to force to very tip of its flare into Zidane's mouth - but that was all it needed. Zidane couldn't fight back anymore; with the tip in his mouth, the Minotaur could force the rest inside. And so, it did.
"Hhhhrrrnnggghhh!!" Zidane struggled, tears streaming down his face, but by this point his fate was sealed. His lips parted, his jaw loosened, and the Minotaur used its strength to force its dick into Zidane's mouth. The flare, being the widest part, was the hardest to fit, but with a little bit of force, anything was possible. Zidane's head was pushed further, his jaw pushed to its limits as his mouth stretched and contorted to fit around the Minotaur's flare. It hurt, but indeed, it fit - it popped right into his mouth, his jaw relaxing a little as his lips rested against the (comparatively thinner) shaft. The flare, now entirely in Zidane's mouth, oozed more precum directly onto his tongue and down his throat. The Minotaur seemed pleased with this development, but if Zidane developed any glimmer of hope that it was over, he was sorely mistaken - with the flare now in Zidane's mouth, the Minotaur pushed further, the flare pushing to the back of Zidane's mouth and down his throat as more and more of the shaft slid into his mouth. He was gagging and choking now; could barely breathe, and only a little bit of air was able to travel through his pharynx due to how much space the Minotaur's cock was taking up in his mouth. But, just barely, he was still conscious.
After a bit of struggle, the Minotaur's cock was about halfway in Zidane's mouth, at which point it seemed to stop. Zidane thought - well, hoped, rather - that this was a mercy, but as with all developments so far, it was anything but. The beast leaned its hips back and pulled its dick out of Zidane's mouth - not entirely, no; it slid a bit of it out, the shaft now glistening with Zidane's spit. But just as quickly as it had shifted back, it thrust its hips forward again, pushing the dick back to halfway. Once again, it pulled out, and then thrust back in again, only a bit faster now. Again, but a bit faster. Again, faster still. It was thrusting in and out of Zidane's mouth, fucking his throat. The beast threw its head back, and Zidane, for his part, was teetering on the brink.
"Auugh..." The Minotaur moaned loudly, its deep voice bellowing through the cavern. It was the first noise it had made other than breathing, and it showed the sadistic pleasure it took in breeding Zidane's throat. It kept thrusting, getting faster and deeper with each thrust, unrelenting. It moaned loudly again, before gritting its teeth and hunching over, breathing more heavily now as it started thrusting harder and faster still. Its swinging balls started to swell and twitch, a sign that the flood was coming. And, with one final thrust, it shoved its dick deeper down Zidane's throat than it had ever been, and emptied its balls into his throat.
Six minutes. Six minutes of misery for Zidane. Six minutes is how long it took for the Minotaur to empty its nut into his throat. For six long minutes, Zidane's throat and stomach were directly pumped full of the Minotaur's thick, sticky, disgusting semen. His belly visibly started to swell with how much cum the Minotaur was able to dump directly from its balls into him.
After what was six minutes of torture for Zidane and six minutes of bliss for the Minotaur, it let out a long breath and finally relented. It pushed Zidane's head back off of its dick with its hand, until at last the flare popped out of his mouth again, and the beast's cock flopped down and hung between its legs, still dripping semen. Zidane immediately fell to the ground and started vomiting cum onto the cave floor, but of course there was so much that he couldn't possibly eject it all. A huge pile of semen lay before him, ejected from his body violently, but it wasn't even a fifth of the amount of cum that was still in his throat and stomach. Gasping, he started swallowing so he could clear his airways and start breathing normally again. It took a moment, but eventually all the cum was either on the floor or in his stomach, giving Zidane a brief respite to breathe.
"P-Please...!!" Zidane sobbed. "N-No more...!!"
As if listening to his plea only to directly violate it, the Minotaur reached down and picked Zidane up, bringing him close to his face. The beast's breath was horrid, but Zidane had become desensitized to the smell at this point. The Minotaur opened its mouth, sticking out its thick tongue to press against Zidane's lips, forcing its way into his mouth and down his throat. The beast had forced its way into Zidane's throat once again, this time in the form a perversion of a kiss, as if to consummate the bond it had forced upon him. Its hot breath blew over Zidane's face as its tongue twisted and turned in his throat in ways its cock couldn't. Satisfied with the kiss, the beast pulled its tongue out of Zidane's throat and lifted him higher, using its other hand to grab Zidane's pants and rip them off and throw them to the ground in one fell swoop.
"Ah!! N-No!! P-Please!!" Zidane begged, but of course it was in vain. The Minotaur had made up its mind - it wasn't done with him yet. Its balls were still more than full enough that they needed another emptying, and its re-stiffening cock was proof enough of that. It marched over to its bed, throwing Zidane down on his stomach and holding him in place with one hand. It used its other hand to stroke its cock, lubricating it with Zidane's leftover spit and its own leftover cum.
"Stop! STOOOPP!!!" Zidane screamed. "Get off! Get off me!! NO!!!"
The Minotaur seemed to grin at its victim's resistance, its cock twitching as it pressed its flare against Zidane's ass. Precum oozed from the tip, and it rubbed its flare around against Zidane's asshole to spread it around, as if to make its entrance easier.
"No!! NOOOO!!!" Zidane struggled. But it was too late. With one hand, the beast held its cock steady; with the other, it held Zidane and pushed him harder against the tip; and, at the same time, he pushed his hips forward to force it in. Zidane's asshole started to expand, giving way to the entrance of the flare - and it hurt.
"AAAGGHH!!" Zidane screamed, his ass being pushed to its limits as the flare pushed on and on, widening Zidane's ass until it got as wide as it can go. And then, just as it did with his mouth, it popped in.
"A-Aaaauuughhh... aaauughh, haah... haah..." Zidane groaned and then panted. But it seems the Minotaur was growing impatient - with the flare inside, it no longer needed to hold its cock steady, and so it reached its hand to grab Zidane along with its other hand. Then, in one thrust, combined with the strength of its two arms, it forced its cock deeeeeeeeeeep inside Zidane.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" Zidane again screamed, feeling the Minotaur's dick crushing his guts. "AAAUUH!! S-Stop!! Stop!! Stop, please, I beg of you, STOP!!!"
Zidane's pleading was to no avail. The beast pushed deeper still, before it again started thrusting in and out like a piston, just as it had before with his throat.
Zidane groaned and moaned as the Minotaur's dick thrust back and forth, in and out, churning his insides like butter. "Aaah... aauuhh... fuck!! Augh!! God!! Fuck!! Auugh!! Nnnnghh...!!" He whined, but all for nothing. The beast's balls swung back and forth as it bred Zidane, slapping against his thighs. After... well, a while of this, the Minotaur changed its tactics. It held Zidane up with its hand, lifting him into the air - without removing his cock - and pressed his back to its stomach and chest, wrapping its arms around his legs and gripping his head with its hands to keep him suspended. It resumed its thrusting, now fucking him from below rather than from behind.
"Aaahh... aaahhh..." Zidane groaned, looking down - he could see the bulge of the Minotaur's cock through his belly, and he could see his own dick - pitiful in comparison to the beast's - flailing, drizzling precum involuntarily. His body was being completely wrecked before his eyes by a primal monster that cared for little than its own satisfaction, to the detriment of others. It was a true monster - one with the power to take what it wants, including unceremoniously destroying what little innocence Zidane had left. He was violated, used - nothing to this monster but a toy to be bred. And breed it did.
And breed.
And breed.
And breed.
Zidane couldn't tell you how long this lasted - it could've been fifteen minutes, it could've been two hours. His sense of time, like all his other senses, was completely wrecked. But it all came to a dramatic end, as the Minotaur finally threw its head back and groaned loudly, speeding up its thrusting until it finally came again.
Eleven minutes now. The first time it came, in Zidane's mouth, was only the precursor. It had barely shot any of its nut inside of him them, at least compared to now. Zidane's belly swelled with cum, he felt it come up through his throat and out his mouth, even as some of it dripped out of his ass and leaked down onto the Minotaur's balls. This, to the Minotaur, was the final consummation of its marriage to its new breeding wife, and it groaned and bellowed as it pumped and pumped and pumped more and more cum into Zidane.
But at last, as all things do, it came to an end. The beast was, at last, finally spent. It slowly pulled it dick out of Zidane, the flare popping out, letting its cum flow out of Zidane until even that turned to but a trickle. Once again, more cum remained in Zidane's body than spilled out. But the beast was beyond all that now - it had used up all its energy breeding Zidane and sought rest. And so, it dropped Zidane to the ground, and fell onto its bed - its legs spread, its cum-covered cock hanging out freely. Zidane looked back over to it for a second as he took a moment to regain his senses and catch his breath. He looked down at himself - he was filthy, his skin and clothes absolutely covered in Minotaur cum, and even some of his own. He quivered for a moment, feeling shame for allowing this to happen, and regret for ever coming to these woods in the first place. But now, with the Minotaur asleep, he used the opportunity to escape.
Freya and Steiner didn't see Zidane again for the rest of the night. The next time Freya saw him was around noon on the following day. But when she saw him, he looked... tired. She had no idea what happened, not even a suspicion - how could she? Nobody would guess that the Minotaur had raped him. But still, she could tell something was... off. And so, she approached him.
"Hey, Zidane," She greeted him, approaching him from behind.
"Oh, Freya," Zidane greeted in kind, his voice low in energy. "What's up?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing," Freya remarked. "You look tired. Did you get any sleep last night? Did you find that Minotaur?"
Zidane's eyes widened at the mention of the word, and he spaced out for a moment. Even without knowing the specifics, Freya could tell it was - for whatever reason - a sensitive subject, and out of respect for Zidane, decided to drop it.
"...well, uh, nevermind. Anyway, you looks exhausted."
"Haha, yeah. Didn't get much sleep last night, I regret to report," Zidane admitted, omitting the reason why he didn't get much sleep. "But don't worry about me."
"Well..." Freya paused. "If you say so. But you should get some rest if you're tired," She suggested.
"...yeah, good idea. Thanks, Freya," Zidane said.
He wasn't ready to share the truth. He wasn't sure if he ever would. But maybe, one day, he would find it in himself to tell Freya what happened. But regardless of whether he tells Freya (or anyone else for that matter) what happened to him that night, one thing is for certain: he'll be thinking about it for the rest of his life. He'll be wondering what he could've done differently, lamenting that he didn't listen to Steiner's advice. But deep within his mind, he will be suppressing the part of himself that liked it, because opening himself up to more of that is a dangerous fate to tempt.