Title: Judas Unchained - Dear Monsters Magazine
Author: Judas Unchained
Keywords: MF, Oral
Summary: After an erotic encounter with a sexy elf adventuress, Grug the 
minotaur writes a letter to the editors of Monsters Magazine.

Copyright  2015  Judas Unchained.

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   Dear Monsters Magazine,

   I never thought it would happen to me. I mean, sure, we've all heard the
stories. Strapping young adventuresses, more interested in cock than 
killing monsters. But I thought them tall-tales to tell at the war-camp 
late at night to keep the blood warm. That all changed last month.

   First, who am I? Name's Grug, minotaur from the spawning pits of 
Agathor. A good old Aga-boy, and yeah, yeah, I know all the jokes. I'm 
eight foot, six inches tall, have big wide shoulders, horns with only a bit
of curve and ginger fur I keep in good condition.

   I live in a cave a few miles out side of, well, I'll keep that to 
myself. I trust the Monsters Magazine editors but I've known a few canny 
heroes to keep any back issues they find while dungeon delving. It's a good
cave and I've no desire to lose it, not to mention my life! It ticks all 
the boxes - dry, deep enough to keep the wind out, a bit of ventilation for
the fire pit and a nice sandy patch for sleeping on. Its the kind of place 
you wouldn't mind taking a girl back to after a night out raiding.

   So there I was, stripping the last of the meat from a sheep I stole the 
night before, when I hear a noise from the mouth of my cave. Now remember, 
I didn't know what was coming at this point, so I grabbed up my war club 
and got ready to ambush the intruder. I don't get many visitors, just the 
occasional wandering shepherd who no one misses. But that's the thing about
shepherds: let them get away and no one knows what will happen. Best case 
scenario, they'll call up the town guards. Worst, they go all hero on you 
and some idiot with a burgeoning destiny tries to stick you with a magic 
sword.

   I have a place just to the side of the entrance I like to strike from. 
Got some good shadows and the intruders are always looking forward. As 
quiet as I could (which, to be fair and being a minotaur wasn't all that 
quiet) I snuck into place and hefted by club above my head.

   You can imagine my surprise when I saw, not a scraggly shepherd entering
my cave, but an elven maiden.

   Now elves, I know what you are thinking. Far too stringy, all muscle and
the girls look like boys with cunts. Ignore all those stereotypes. This elf
was capital 'H' hot. She had on a tight leather corset-bodice thing, which 
pushed up her frankly huge breasts and created so much cleavage a chasm 
fiend would feel completely at home. Her hips and waist? Don't get me 
started on her hips and waist. Let's just say, put together they could tell
some serious time. Her face? Perfect, with just that hint of fox some elves
have and pointed ears you wouldn't believe. Her hair was the colour of 
beaten copper and tied back in an intricate braid. In her hand she held one
of those slightly curved elven swords, glowing and covered with runes.

   I hesitated a moment but not for too long. Elves, even hot elves, are 
nothing but trouble, or so I thought.

   With a great roar (and I've been told I have a very good roar by none 
other than old Bloodbull himself) I swung my club down, but my elf is a 
wily one. As quick as a fox, she sprung forward, rolled and flipped to her 
feet. My club crashed against gravel.

   Poor show, I know, still it wasn't the end. I was now between her and 
the only exit (well, only exit assuming she couldn't squeeze through the 
tiny smoke hole). I stamped my hooves, lowered my head so my horns showed 
and stampeded forward.

   This time I got her. I slammed into her head first and only her narrow 
waist saved her from being impaled on one of my horns. With a second roar, 
I threw my head up and back. The elf flew from me and slammed against the 
cave wall hard enough to shake loose a shower of small rocks. Her sword 
went flying and raised a shower of blue sparks as it cut deep into the 
rock.

   I'm no feeble calf and if she'd been a human shepherd, the impact would 
have broken her back and bones, ready to have the marrow sucked from them. 
But elves are a harder sort, even the curvy ones.

   She fell to the ground with a meaty thump but just as quickly clambered 
to her feet, supporting herself with one hand against the cave wall.

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   So you might be asking at this point: Grug you great hunk of a minotaur,
you've got the elf on the ropes. How did you get from this point to the, 
you know, good stuff? Well, readers, the answer to that can be summed up in
one word: Shlunk.

   I'm not ashamed to admit it. Fighting gets my blood pumping and I've 
been in enough scraps to know I'm far from the only one. My scuffle with 
the elf combined with her, frankly, smoking hot body meant my cock was 
waking up. It fell with a meaty, fleshy sound and hung between my legs in 
all its glory.

   The elf's eyes widened. Her gaze went down, then down some more, then 
down some more. (My roar wasn't the only part of me to impress old 
Bloodbull if you catch my drift). Her lips opened in an 'O' shape and her 
tongue flicked out, licking. I haven't mentioned her lips, have I? Well, 
again she broke the elf mould. Lots of elves have thin lips, that make them
look always half constipated, but not this elf. She had big juicy cock 
suckers the colour of a really ripe apple.

   At this point I might have been getting a clue of where my day was 
heading and even if I wasn't, I've always been one to show off. I puffed 
out my great furry chest, threw my head back and growled, a deep base 
rumble that made tiny stones dance on the floor of my cave.

   The elf's grin turned saucy. "Well, Mr Minotaur, you seem to have me in 
quite a corner here. Perhaps we could come to some kind of deal?" Her gaze 
did the up-down trek again and I rewarded her attention with a small shake 
of my hips, sending the bulbous head of my cock swinging from side to side.

   Her eyes did that come-hither thing humanoids are so good at and I 
grunted in reply, all sexy like. When I come a grunting, Jesse comes a 
calling. My cock stiffened between my legs, swinging up a few degrees.

   "Perhaps we can," I growled and pawed one hoof against the ground, 
scraping the rock.

   She smiled at that, really smiled, lips, eyes and everything in between.
"Well what's your name, big boy?"

   "Called Grug," I said.

   "Well, Grug," she said and sort of shifted her shoulders, which made her
cleavage even deeper than before and the accompanying mounds even higher. 
"I'm Shar of the Dunadin Twindaria. And I've always been partial to big 
hunks like you." Again she flashed me the seductress eyes and again she 
licked her lips. My cock hardened some more, rising higher as blood pumped 
into it.

   I propped my war club up against the cave wall (still in easy reach, 
since I was horny not an idiot) and set my great hands against my hips.

   She sashayed towards me all sexy, hips sweeping one way and then the 
other. A foot in front of me she dropped to her knees and hefted my cock up
in both hands.

   "Ooh," she crooned. "You have a very nice cock don't you."

   And then she kissed it, lips puckered and moist, right on the head! 
Those plump elven lips felt like lightning and my cock jumped almost to the
horizontal as so much blood pumped into it.

   She laughed, high like falling water, and shifted her grip to account 
for my cock's new position. Her fingers moved over the taught skin like 
fancy silk. She had none of the swordswoman's calluses you'd expect from 
someone in her position, just long supple digits the better for giving 
pleasure.

   "Enjoying this," she said and met my eyes. They were almost impossibly 
bright, the irises electric violet. I'm a minotaur and so have been most of
my hookups. That means I'm used to darker eyes, brown or perhaps amber. 
Shar's elf eyes were something else, like looking into a raging storm.

   Without breaking eye contact she leaned forward and licked the head. Her
tongue seemed tiny next to the bulbous lump of primed flesh that was my 
cock but felt amazing despite that. She kept going, a real tongue lashing, 
and didn't stop until the entire head and a fair part of the trunk shone 
with her saliva. Each lick sent a bolt of sensation racing down my cock. I 
closed my eyes and wallowed in the pleasure.

   If this had been a plan to get my guard down, that would be the moment 
Shar slipped a knife from between her breasts and stabbed me, gelded me 
even. I'll cop to that. Luckily, she was rapidly becoming as horny as me. 
Even as she licked, she ground her thighs together, stimulating the hot 
cunt that lurked there.

   "Here I go," she said and craned her mouth as wide as she could. It 
wasn't the jaw dislocating gape some naga can manage, but for an elf, it 
was incredible. I could see her shining white teeth, her small darting 
tongue and the darkness that lurked at the back. Mouth wide, she began 
forcing my cock inside. It was a very tight fit, but her mouth? It was hot 
and tight and her tongue just kept on moving. My great hanging balls 
churned and I felt like I could explode right then.

   Somehow, impossibly, she got the whole head inside and then she went 
even deeper! Our eyes locked, she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. My
cock showed as a bulge in her throat and she just kept on deep throating. 
She didn't managed to take the whole thing (nothing humanoid could possibly
do that) but she got almost to the half way point.

   Once she reached her limit, she just stayed there, eyes sexing my eyes, 
as the muscles of her throat and mouth did wonderful things to my cock. It 
was like she had a third hand. She rubbed me up and down, up and down, in a
pulsating wave. And then the humming started.

   Evil demons, the humming. It felt like she was licking every inch of my 
cock all at once, inside and out. I started to pump my hips a bit, not a 
lot and I certainly didn't consciously decide to do it. She just rode the 
fuck train without any trouble or pause.

   Just when my balls started to clench with an impending orgasm, she 
stopped humming and slowly withdrew my cock from her mouth. It came out 
from her grinning, cock sure face - inch after saliva drenched inch. 
Honestly, it seemed almost a circus trick, something so long and thick 
coming out of something so small. If there is a word for prestidigitation 
only with cocks, she is a master of it.

   "Gods of air and forest," she said in between gasping breaths, "you have
a good cock." She grabbed my lubricated cock and started rubbing it up and 
down in a really top class hand job. It wasn't just grip work either. She 
had a way of moving her fingers as she pumped up and down that almost drove
me crazy. She just kept pumping and pumping, head aimed right at her face.

   Of course, I couldn't last long against that.

   My balls clenched, I let out a grunt and my cock erupted. Boiling jets 
of cum spurted out and plastered her face. She opened her mouth and the 
next wave splashed down onto her tongue. Right then I wasn't just coming 
with my balls and cock. I was coming with everything. Each spurt rolled 
through my body, setting everything from my toes to my horns tingling.

   By the time I was done, she looked like she'd dunked her head in a 
barrel of white gunk. But still she smiled her saucy smile and still her 
eyes sparkled.

   "Oh I definitely made the right choice here," she said and stood.

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   For one horrible moment I thought that might be it but I needn't have 
worried. She started to strip. Off went her shoes, leather pants and the 
fantastic corset-bodice combination. At any other time I might have been 
disappointed she didn't make a sexy tease of it, but her body more than 
made up for any disappointments.

   Her breasts were perfect – milk white, incredibly firm and topped with 
small dark nipples. I said before her waist and hips could tell some 
serious time, but that was a mistake on my part. Naked, she stopped the 
clock cold. Imagine those nudie statutes they have in the fuck goddess 
temples. Take the sexiest one you can find, tighten everything up until a 
dropped coin would bounce and pack it so full of sexual erotic energy that 
it might explode any moment and you might almost have Shar. Almost needless
to say, there wasn't a hair below her neck, though I've heard that might 
just be an elf thing. Certainly every elf I've ever seen naked has been as 
hairless as a babe.

   For all I'd just cum, my cock twitched and woke back up at the sight.

   She smiled. "Come get me, big boy."

   That was enough to bring my cock back to full erection. I roared and 
charged.

   I think at that point she expected me to throw her down and fuck her 
long and hard, but I like to think I have more class than that. I threw her
down all right, but rather than commence with the fucking, I lifted her 
hips up, spread her legs and licked her with my great broad tongue. She 
shuddered. Let that be a lesson to any female readers. Once you go 
minotaur, you don't go backotaur.

   Her cunt was smooth and sweet. The lips were slightly shy but very red 
and coated with juices. In fact, even her thighs were damp. I licked again,
starting at her left thigh, curving up and over her sex and down the other.

   That little trick just about turned off her brain. She screamed like a 
wild-cat and her legs clamped around my head. Shar has some nice curves to 
her legs (as I've mentioned, she broke the elf mould in quite a few ways) 
but the strength she displayed was something else. Just about crushed my 
skull there.

   I levered them back apart with my arms and started licking again. We 
minotaurs have long, broad and very powerful tongues and while I'm not 
exceptionally endowed in that area, I'm no wimp either. I licked her hard 
and deep, stimulating just about every part I could reach all at once. Her 
flesh shuddered as I passed.

   "Oh fuck," she said and her hands were up at her chest, ravaging her own
nipples. Never seen an elf try to screw her own tits and nips off? I 
certainly recommend it. "Oh fuck, oh fuck."

   Lick, lick, lick, I went, denting her flesh with the power I put into 
it. She just kept on swearing and toying with her breasts. Can't say I 
blamed her. If I had breasts like hers… Well, I don't think I would leave 
the mirror for a month.

   She came with a high pitched yelp. Her cunt clammed down on nothing and 
spasmed away for almost a minute. While that was going on, her legs were 
back trying to crush my head. Only some quick work on my part stopped her 
stabbing herself on one of my horns.

   When at last she stopped, I set her hips down and shuffled into place 
above her. My cock hurt it was so hard. Long, hard meat jutted from my body
and I lined it up with her still quivering cunt.

   "Time to fuck," I grunted. Shar was incredible. Some people want a rest 
after a good orgasm but her violet eyes showed hunger and passion. Her 
orgasm no more quenched her thirst than mine did mine. In fact, it looked 
only to have stoked the fire.

   With a shove of my hips, I rammed the fat head of my cock into her and 
began feeding the pipe. Her cunt yielded like warm butter and its walls 
clenched down on me. Fuck, it felt good. She was beyond merely hot, wet and
aroused, and at some tantric plateau on the other side.

   I set to fucking, driving more and more of my cock into her tight 
quivering body. Her face was about level with my chest and she was spitting
words into my ginger fur.

   "Fuck me harder!" she shouted and bucked her hips up to meat my latest 
thrust. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, you're cock is amazing."

   Her tight cunt stretched around the girth of my cock and her depths 
seemed to go on forever. Every inch of her tunnel clamped down on my cock. 
Somehow it was tighter than her throat. It was hotter and wetter too. Evil 
demons, it felt better than even her tongue.

   My cock felt like lightning ran through it. I'd touched a well of 
pleasure and now that tide was ravaging up my penis and through my body. 
Again my balls began to tighten and I felt the same in my chest.

   I could tell by the way that she was grinding against me that she was 
loving every minute of it too. She was a real size queen, my elf, with a 
taste for monster cock that bordered on insatiable. With that kind of 
encouragement and eager partner, I didn't last long.

   My balls clenched for one final time, I gritted my jaw, plunged as deep 
as I could and came. Cum blasted into her. It soaked her depths and oozed 
out around the edges of my cock.

   All the time I was cumming, she was grinding her powerful, sexy body 
against mine. Her skin rubbed against my skin and fur, her nipples scraped 
against my stomach, and her clit ground against my pelvis. As I spurted the
last of my cum, she erupted into an orgasm of her own.

   Like an exploding pyrospell, she came against me. She let out a high 
pitched yelp of pleasure, her arms locked around my broad back and her legs
pinned me inside her. Her body twitched and jerked as she rode the 
detonation. The weirdest part? She got hot. Not sexy hot (though she of 
course had that in abundance) but temperature hot. A flush ran over her 
skin and she became almost scalding to the touch, inside and out. Just 
about burnt my dick off.

   We just lay there for a few minutes, content in our bodies and their 
joining. Still, I knew I had to move things on sooner or later.

                                    ~~~                                    

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   "Good for you?" I grunted as I propped my self up on my elbows.

   She shuffled out from under me and planted a kiss right on my snout. 
"Best I've had in a long time. You've got quite the cock and know how to 
use it."

   "Enough to do it again some other time?" I asked.

   She gave me an incredulous look. "You think we're done?"

   And indeed we weren't. Her talented tongue brought my cock back to life 
and then it was her turn to be on top. She drove almost all my cock into 
her quivering body as she rode it to orgasmic release. I watched her tits 
bounce as she powered up and down and saw her peak sweep over her face. 
There's no sight in the world quite like watching a smoking hot elf cum her
brains out.

   She got the first cum in that round, but I followed soon after. She 
pulled off me at the last momment and I plastered her sex, stomach and 
beautiful breasts with my third eruption of the night. Translucent goo 
dripped off her body and she'd never looked hotter.

   The sex after that didn't stop, but did slow down in intensity. We 
explored each other. She played with my balls, her tiny elf hands 
incredibly gentle, and in return I mauled her tits with my great big paws. 
Fuck those breasts felt good – smooth and so incredibly firm. Gets me hard 
just writing about it.

   She again showed her surprising strength and worked all the kinks out of
my great broad back, ass and thighs. Her tiny fists and sharp knuckles 
drove into me, somehow reaching knotted muscles I didn't know I had. I then
returned the favour and worked her body over with my large calloused hands.

   We ended the night curled up together while we mutually masturbated. She
kept one hand around my cock and I kept a few fingers churning around 
inside her sopping cunt.

   When I woke up the next morning she and her sword were gone. But she 
left me with one thing I'll always treasure: a night of truly unforgettable
sex.

   Yours in readership,

   Grug