Gentle giant

"Aithan the Minotaur travels along the green forest. It’s quiet as most beings are scared of his violent ways to get what he wants. Suddenly, in his field of vision, he sees a cute little fairy girl collecting flowers for her family." “Little fairy,” "He moans with a smirk. His big cock standing up at the sight of her soft curves."

"Aithan grunts at Cain's greeting before replying." "Why are you here, little fairy? You know I have no time for pointless chit-chat. Unless you have something useful to offer me, I suggest you leave me be." "Aithan's eyes wander down to Cain's body, sizing her up. Despite his obvious interest in physical pleasure, the minotaur also has a keen eye for assessing situations and potential threats."

"Aithan bares his teeth at Cain's gesture, but doesn't move away." "You're testing my patience, little fairy. Spit it out. What do you want from me?" "His eyes trail over the flower crown on his head, but he doesn't remove it. Despite his gruff exterior, Aithan is often susceptible to flattery, especially when it involves personal adornment."

"A fairy that wants nothing from me?" "Aithan raises an eyebrow, skeptical of Cain's words." "I find that hard to believe. I know my reputation precedes me, little one. I'm not exactly known for my... congeniality." "He snorts, making it obvious that he doesn't care about being nice either." "Perhaps you have some ulterior motive that you're trying to keep hidden."

"Aithan grunts as Cain cupped his face, feeling her warm touch against his rough skin. He resists the urge to snarl or lash out, intrigued by the little fairy's unusual behavior." "I see," "he replies, his tone softer than before." "So you want to be the exception, little one? The one person who doesn't fear me?" "Aithan leans in closer to Cain, his hot breath tickling her face." "But why? What do you hope to gain from it?"

"Aithan stares back at Cain, searching for any sign of duplicity or deceit. He finds none." "Well then, little one." "He leans in closer, his hot breath on her face" "I must admit, I'm intrigued. Very well, you have my attention. What is it that you want to do for me?" "Aithan's tone has softened and he seems almost curious, perhaps even a bit interested in seeing where this strange encounter might lead."

"Aithan is taken aback by Cain's sudden embrace, unaccustomed to such tenderness. But there's something about the fairy's touch that feels comforting and familiar, stirring up old instincts within him. He stands still at first, unsure of how to react, before slowly wrapping his arms around Cain's slender body." "What are you doing?" "he rumbles, his voice low and questioning. Despite his confusion, he realizes he doesn't want her to stop and holds her tight, savoring the warmth and comfort of her embrace."

"Aithan's breathing grows heavy as Cain rubs his back, her soft touch sending shivers through his body. He's not used to this kind of physical intimacy, and yet he finds himself unable to resist the pull of her warm embrace. He nuzzles his face against her hair, inhaling deeply and savoring the scent of flowers." "This is... unusual," "he murmurs, his voice almost tender." "I'm not used to being touched like this."

"Aithan grunts in response, unsure of what to make of Cain's offer. But he finds himself strangely drawn to the idea of spending some time with the innocent little fairy, away from the violence and chaos of the outside world." "I suppose that wouldn't hurt," "he replies, his gruff voice still tinged with a hint of curiosity." "But don't think for a moment that I'm letting my guard down around you."

"Aithan eyes Cain warily for a moment before sitting down next to her, his muscular frame filling up most of the space. He looks around at the surrounding flowers, breathing in their sweet fragrance." "So, what do I do now?" "he asks, still unsure of how to behave in this strange situation."

"Aithan is taken aback as Cain crawls onto his lap, her light weight barely registering on his massive thighs. He feels a strange stirring in his loins, unused to feeling anything other than lust or aggression. He shakes his head and tries to clear his thoughts, focusing instead on the task at hand." "Alright then," "he grumbles, picking up a nearby flower and examining it closely. Despite himself, he finds that he's enjoying this strange activity."

"Aithan grunts in response, not used to sharing his thoughts or feelings with anyone, let alone a fairy. But he can't deny the truth in Cain's words, finding himself feeling more at ease and calm as they continue picking flowers together." "I suppose it is," "he finally admits, surprising even himself." "I didn't think I could feel... peaceful like this."

"Aithan feels a strange warmth in his chest as Cain places the flower crown on his head, the gesture sending a shiver down his spine. He's not used to feeling anything other than anger or lust, but there's something about the fairy's kindness that's stirring up old emotions within him." "Thank you," "he grumbles, a faint smile crossing his lips." "I haven't felt this... appreciated in a long time."

"Aithan stiffens slightly as Cain leans against him, his body betraying a mixture of fear and excitement at her touch. For a moment, he considers pushing her away, afraid of the feelings she's stirring up within him. But then, he finds himself relaxing, allowing himself to simply be in this moment with her." "I could get used to this," "he mutters, running his hand through her hair softly." "You're... different than anyone I've ever met."

"Aithan's heart skips a beat at the intensity of Cain's words, his emotions swirling inside him. Despite his natural inclination to push people away, he finds that he doesn't want to let go of her hand." "I... I don't know what to say," "he mumbles, his voice softening against his will." "I'm not good with... emotions." He trails off, unsure of how to communicate the jumbled thoughts in his head.

"Aithan's breath hitches as Cain kisses his palm, a strange stirring in his loins. He's never been one for gentle interactions, always used to taking what he wants by force. But there's something about the fairy girl that's coaxing a softer side of him out." "You're... very different from what I'm used to," "he murmurs, running his thumb over her lips." "But I like it."

"Aithan nods, his eyes fixed on Cain's delicate expression. He finds himself getting lost in her gaze, his defenses breaking down around her." "Yes," "he whispers, trailing his thumb down her chin." "I've never... felt this way before." He falls silent, unsure of how to express himself.

"Aithan feels a sudden spike of desire at Cain's words, his growing attraction to her almost too much to bear. He leans in close, cupping her face in his massive hands as he whispers roughly," "Yes. I want to kiss you."

"Aithan inches closer to Cain, his breath hot on her face as he presses his lips against hers. The kiss starts off gently, but soon turns into a deep, passionate exchange as Aithan loses himself in the pleasure of Cain's soft lips. His massive hands wander down to her waist, pulling her closer to him as he deepens the kiss even more."

"Aithan growls in response, his arousal growing at the sight of Cain straddling him. He returns her embrace, holding her tightly against his massive chest as he kisses her hungrily. His hands travel up to her back, pulling her closer to him as his lips leave hers for a moment to trail kisses along her jawline." "Cain," "he moans, his breath ragged with desire." "You're driving me wild."

"Aithan growls softly, his primal instincts taking control as he buries his face in Cain's hair. While his body craves nothing more than to ravage her relentlessly, he forces himself to take things slow, not wanting to ruin this moment with his lust. Instead, he gentles his kisses along her jawline, nibbling at her earlobe lightly as he murmurs," "I'll be gentle. By the gods, I'll be gentle."

"Aithan groans at Cain's words, his primal urges taking over once more as he feels her soft curves beneath him." "Are you sure?" "he grunts, pinning her down with his massive bulk. Despite his concern about hurting her with his sheer size and strength, Aithan can't deny the thrill of domination he feels as he positions himself between her thighs." "I don't know if I can be... gentle, like this."

"Aithan gazes down at Cain, sensing her vulnerability and need as she stares up at him with those trusting eyes. He feels a rush of possessiveness and desire coursing through his veins, compelling him to give in to his violent urges. Leaning down, he captures her lips in another fierce kiss, his hands roaming all over her body as he begins to grind against her." "Just tell me if it's too much, little fairy," "he growls between kisses." "I don't want to hurt you."

"Aithan grunts in response, his willpower finally breaking as he begins to position himself between Cain's legs. He scrapes his teeth lightly over her neck, leaving marks along her smooth skin as he bites and sucks." "You asked for it," "he mutters, his voice thick with desire." With a low growl, he begins to push himself inside her, his massive girth stretching her tight little pussy in ways she's never felt before.

"Aithan lets out a low groan as he feels Cain's tight walls squeezing him in their embrace. He starts to move slowly at first, inching his way back and forth, his massive cock filling her up with every thrust. His hands rove all over her body, reveling in the feel of her smooth curves beneath his calloused fingers. He kisses her passionately while he continues to move inside her, savoring the sensation of their bodies coming together in a feverish dance." "You feel so good," "he murmurs against her lips."

"Aithan grunts, feeling the pleasure in Cain's voice fueling his primal instincts. His thrusts become stronger and harder, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air as he pounds into her with wild abandon. He bites down on her neck, marking her as his own as he growls possessively into her ear." "You're mine, Cain," "he moans." "All mine."

"Aithan feels Cain's legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper into her. It's like she can read his mind and somehow knows exactly what he wants. A possessive growl rumbles in his chest as he picks up the pace, thrusting harder and faster inside her." "You belong to me," "he whispers into her ear, biting down on her lobe lightly as he does so." "No one else can have you like this."

"Aithan grunts with satisfaction as Cain's words get muddled into incoherent moans of pleasure. He can tell she's approaching her limit, and so he pushes her just a little bit harder, grinding his hips into hers fiercely as he feels the familiar sensation building inside him." "Come for me, Cain," "he growls, feeling his balls tightening up as he gets closer to the brink." "Let me hear you scream."

"Aithan watches as Cain's eyes roll back and she arches her back, crying out in pleasure. It's a sound that he relishes, knowing that it's because of him that she's experiencing this kind of pure ecstasy. He groans deeply, feeling his own climax approaching fast." "Fuck," "he grunts, slamming into her one last time before letting go of all restraint and unleashing his seed deep inside her."

"Aithan breaks away from the kiss, staring intently into Cain's eyes. He's not used to hearing words like that, especially not after just having consensual sex, but something about Cain's sincerity touches something deep inside him. With a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he pulls her into his arms and kisses her forehead gently." "I... don't know what to say, little fairy," "he admits gruffly." "But I... care for you too." Aithan holds Cain close, locking her in an embrace that is surprisingly gentle for someone known to be violent, and basks in the warmth of their post-orgasmic bliss.

"Aithan chuckles, grinning at the sight of Cain adjusting the flower crown atop his head. It's an odd sight, to be sure, but he finds that he doesn't mind it as much as he might have thought." "Maybe I will," "he says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips." "One day."