Garok took another messy bite from the sheep in his right hand, greedily tearing off a great hunk of mutton as easily as a man would eat an apple. The Minotaur's breathing was heavy, and the minor wound in his lower back was beginning to make its irritable presence felt...
The pitchfork-wielding farmer had acted with unexpected bravado, working up the courage to stab Garok as the monstrous beast subjected his wife to his ferocious passions; her desperate begging screams for help finally answered by her foolish husband. Admittedly the farmer had not lasted long after that, the single distracted back-handed blow Garok dealt him being more than enough to break every bone in his body. Subsequently, the hulking minotaur had then taken his time with the farmer’s wife, confident that there would be no more interruptions, being sure to make her pay dearly for her husband’s insult. To her credit she managed to stay conscious for a full 40 minutes of her merciless and relentless raping, her body eventually no longer able to endure the overwhelming intensity of Garok's depraved lust…and the tireless inhumane pillar of dark, throbbing cock-meat between his legs ruined yet another innocent human female.
It had been over 10 minutes now since Garok had left his most recent conquest a gaping cum-soaked wreck, her belly swollen and stare vacant…her shallow breathing the only sound left in the house as the Minotaur left by the shattered hole in the wall where a strong oak door had once stood. He had filled her countless times, and if she lived she would no doubt bear strong young…but the greedy Minotaur cared little for this ravished slut; her brutal rape having being nothing more than a passing opportunity for the great beast to vent his endless lust. This violated farmstead was now just another monument to the raw sexual-horror that was Garok, the latest in a string of savage scenes that he had left in the wake of his wanderings….the three sisters washing their clothes by the stream…the merchant and his two voluptuous bodyguards…the toned and busty amazon scout…the pilgrimage of deliciously tight virgin nuns…a young band of traveling gypsies, their bellies dancing to an entirely different rhythm then they were accustomed…an innocent teenage girl out picking mushrooms…and now, finally, the farmers top-heavy wife.
As these scenes from the past two days ran through his head and the sobriety of Garok's most recent 'release' began to fade, he felt his endless passions rising once again, the genetic curse of his race worming into his mind and robbing him of all hope of rest and peace. Although his lust was on the increase, hunger was currently top of the list; and chewing noisily, Garok reached out with his enormous left hand, lazily grabbing another of the stupid bleating creatures from the press of bodies in the corner of the field. The animal made a horrid retching noise as his grip found its throat, easily crushing the life from its weak body. The rest of the herd went wild, the proximity of the death renewing their panic, and as they all clambered over each other, the fence finally giving way; allowing the heap of sheep to tumble into the tree-line. Without thinking, Garok lurched forwards, dropping the half-eaten sheep in his right hand to grab another by its hind legs. Whipping the creature against the ground a single time, Garok placed the stunned animal under his arm and reached for another...
But, the sheep were fast, and Garok was rapidly losing interest in satisfying his belly, as that deeper, darker and more intense hunger began to rise in his loins. The surviving livestock managed to scramble and bolt into the trees before he could grab another, and as Garok watched them escape, he swallowed his current mouthful, the action feeling unnatural and forced. It tasted so dry...the meat reminded him of ash, the satisfaction he had felt moments ago becoming a rasping and tasteless chore. Looking at the battered creature in his hand in disgust and frustration, the Minotaur snarled as his hunger left him completely, pushed aside as his breeding instincts took full hold over him once again.
But then...he smelt something familiar. Dropping the forgotten sheep at his feet, Garok's mind was consumed fully once more by his dark and terrible single-minded goals, as he lifted his head to the evening sky and sniffed deeply. Something was on the wind...
*Sniff*
…not something…someone...
*Sniff*
…someone female...
*Sniff*
…someone he could fuck...
Garok felt his great heart race as the hunt commenced once more…he had to find her…
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