#Brazen Minotaurs

[nightscalestudio]

The second Deathwatch Veteran. You can find tutorials for painting the Deathwatch on our Patreon. patreon.com/Nightscalestudio

#nightscalestudio #space marine #space marines #deathwatch #deathwatch veteran #Brazen Minotaurs #warhammer40k #warhammer40000 #warhammer #miniaturepainting #paintingminiature #painting comission

[cappycapital]

Imagine combining Three different greek myths / things into one DND oc (Brazen Bull, Minotaur, Apollo red cow) and then kerblam you get this thang

#art #myart #digital #oc #character design #original character #dungeons and dragons #dnd #minotaur #cow

[explodingcarr0t]

RWBY X Warhammer 40k - Sister Nikos

Bladeguard Veteran Nikos of the Brazen Minotaurs

A new take on Pyrrha as a Space Marine

#rwby #myart #pyrrha nikos #pyrrha #rwby pyrrha #rwby pyrrha nikos #explodingcarr0t #warhammer 40k #rwby 40k #40k

[lazodiac]

Once more we return to Outlaws of Thunder Junction. We've got some more critters to identify so lets get to doin' that! Last time we dealt with Black, with the other parts being here and here. For now though, it is time to tackle...

RED

As with the Black cards, Hellspurs like this have mutated themselves beyond all belief so they're now functionally native to Thunder Junction. Love those magmatic skeleton horses though.

Speaking of magmatic skeleton horses; look at this baby! Calamity is an incredible creature and is a (supremely fucked up) legendary of the plane.

Get caught up in it! This is once more the Hellspurs running rampant with their chaos mutations. Look at'em go!

I saw a weird amount of hate for this card, but I have no understanding as to why. Anyway, this little doggy is endemic to Thunder Junction.

I have no real justification for this but the vibe this lady gives me is Tarkir. Maybe it is the weaving through the lightning bolts?

Rakdos having a hell of a time here on the party plane. This is from Ravnica, and a good reminder of why one of the laws on that plane is "The Rakdos Cult can do what they want to keep their boss from getting uppity".

One of the funnest cards in terms of like, flavorfully showcasing the way Thunder Junction works as a plane. I kinda wish we had more of these to be honest.

I'm marking this one down as Amonkhet because that's the first thing she brought up, and it makes the most sense to me that a native of the plane would be best suited to selling that stuff. I likely shouldn't go shopping in a bazaar.

While this isn't a direct story spotlight (the bomb Breeches made explicitly DID NOT touch the train, as was the intent) I think it is safe to say this is still another one of his more deadly explosive endeavors, so this is from Ixalan.

Who trusts a monkey with explosives anyway?

I forget where I heard this, but this is the thunder of the plane mutating the creatures to become even stronger- this used to be a gopher! Now it's a getter instead. Endemic to Thunder Junction.

A courser is the term used for stronger, swifter horses typically used as war-horses. Sturdy bastards. This is a lizard that is a 4/2 so it really shouldn't be a courser I think? Either way, native to Thunder Junction.

Train heists can happen on like two other planes from Thunder Junction, but this particular style of train heist belongs to it and it alone. Also I love the tomahawk thunder-pistol in this art, that's some good shit right there.

Another Hellspur, another card that sources itself from Thunder Junction itself. I fucking love this art though, look at it!

The greatest tragedy of Thunder Junction being the plane it is is that we didn't get to se Angrath and his daughters. While you could prooobably place this minotaur to Dominaria, it's a Hellspur so it's a Hellspur. You know the drill.

Do you think it hurts replacing your eyes with a heated vent-grill?

I don't think I saw this card in my initial run-through of the set. I love that he has a gold fang tooth replacement, that's fun. One of the least mutated Hellspurs so probably from New Capenna, but my rules are my rules. Thunder Junction!

Technically not highway robbery as there is no highways on this plane. Native to Thunder Junction.

TWAS I WHAT SET THE BLAZE! Endemic life of Thunder Junction, and quite a lovely little critter at that.

This one took a bit of thinkinng, but after looking at the giants of various planes, I think this is from Dominaria. He's just got the vibe.

This his friend above, this minotaur is a trickier one to place... but I think he's from Ravnica. Ex Boros turned gunslinger, you know how it is.

Magda! This lovely lady is from Kaldheim! Ironically her previous card was "Brazen Outlaw" but in neither instance is she ACTUALLY an outlaw mechanically. Her tokens are the non-endemic Scorpion Dragons of Gastal, but I won't be counting tokens till the end so leave me be.

This toasty little critter is endemic to the plane- and probably used to have a diet of thunder before any wizards came about with some much easier prey to snatch up.

I like to believe the little jet of flame is its tongue.

This pair of soon to be very dead friends are Hellspurs- and I just wanna say, they look like they're having the times of their lives. Here for a good one, not a long one and all that.

More Hellspurs doing Hellspur stuff. God these mutations are freaky- I'm shocked none of the people who are horny for being a Phyrexian jumped at these.

Our first actual carded appearance of the Cacti Folk of the plane! A white card had one being picked up by a faerie but this is their first actual like, real card! They're endemic to Thunder Junction, and by rights are the actual honest to god native population of the plane.

The corn-cob guns are an inspired choice, tbh.

I personally call bullshit that the Thunder was created by the Omenpaths. Even if it was, none of the people coming here would fucking know that.

Really love the "animation" in this card. I'm gonna say she's from Innistrad because this weapon looks like it'd fit there.

This massive porcupine is, as you'd expect, native to Thunder Junction. So many of those in Red...

This master of Santoryu is categorically just explicitly a monkey-goblin from Ixalan. What a perfect little creature, look at him go.

The second half of that kaiyote up above. Put'em together and you get a fun little image. This is of course native to Thunder Junction.

Have enough people chased roadrunners for this saying to catch on in the yearish they've had to live here? That's one hell of a meme infection...

This art was a little hard to parse, but it's something huckin' a molten knife through some kind of storm of Thunder. I like it, but it's impossible to tell where it is from.

It's not got as much bondage as you'd expect for them, but I think these two are from the Rakdos Cult and are doing their best to branch out. Ravnica, then!

The dinosaur tokens and the dinosaurs in his art are all Ixalani, so this wonderful old man is from there as well. Like I said we'll counter the tokens later.

And that's it for now, tune in soon for Part 2 of the Red cards of OTJ!

#Magic the Gathering #MTG #Outlaws of Thunder Junction #OTJ #Red mana #nerd stuff

[danco110]

“Burn their fleet to the waterline, and sink whatever’s left.”

Angrath turned away from both his captives and his own crew, shocking both groups with his orders. The bound vampires kneeling on the deck trembled in fear, and one particularly brazen deckhand even stepped forward in their defense.

“Er, don’t that seem a bit much, Cap’n?”

“No.”

The minotaur turned back to face the others, his arms folded across his chest and his face twisted into an angry snarl.

“I can only use my chains to control so many prisoners at a time. And any one of em I don’t lasso could stick me in my sleep. It’s the safest way.”

“But, Cap’n,” pleaded the goblin, her confidence waning, “we can watch the dogs for ya. I’ll do it myself if ya’d just-”

“NO!”

Angrath clenched his fists, causing the already glowing chains wrapped around his chest to glow white with heat.

“You, I trust. The rest of you…”

Angrath glared out at the rest of his crew, causing them to shudder just as much as the vampires.

“…I could throw further. I’ve got half a mind to use the chains on y’all, as well. Just to make sure.”

The goblin took a daring step forward. “Cap’n…we’re loyal. All of us.”

“Are you, now?”

The rest of the crew nodded frantically as the deckhand continued speaking. “Yessir. These mosquitos…I’ll admit, I dunno…”

Before the captive vampires could profess their loyalties, truthful or otherwise, Angrath waved a giant hand in their direction.

“Tie em up in a dinghy, and send em back to what’s left of their ships.”

“Yer makin the right decision, Cap’n.”

Angrath let out a sad laugh. “I know for sure that I am not. They’ll be back, on some other ship, some other crew.”

As the rest of the crew carried the prisoners to a nearby skiff, the deckhand closed the rest of the distance between her and Angrath, solemnly patting the minotaur on his pants leg. “Don’t worry, Cap’n. We’ll get you home.”

“No you won’t,” Angrath snapped instinctively, before immediately softening. “But…thanks.”

[Headcanon: Angrath’s spark ignited from being backstabbed, sold out by a friend in classic spaghetti western fashion.]

#mtg #magic the gathering #ixalan #story bites

[sadruru]

"Captivity begins with one's own mind."

A story about Melissa with an old illustration (old, yep, from last year!). As it turns out, Baphomet has played a cruel trick on her. This is a very important part in her story. Later I will illustrate this moment in the comic strip. Doesn't everyone in Baphomet's lineage like to play with nerves???? HAHAHAHAHA ;D I love how it turned out anyway! Why not post it here? I just wanted to reveal a bit of her character back when I wasn't drawing comics yet. I'm a not good writer. I tried very carefully to translate (maybe). That's a lot of reading to do, hehehe. Enjoy the despair ~ ...

The heart of demon lord Baphomet's domain - the Inevitability Prison. Another room. Another torture chamber. This place is part of an eternal labyrinth, littered with suffering souls and their torturers.

The labyrinth was the property of Baphomet, and once again the commander felt the call of the Abyss. The call of destruction and murder confused the thoughts in her head. The commander could hardly contain herself, venting her anger at the servants of the Father of the Minotaurs. A weary glance fell on the cracked mirror in the corner. The commander saw her reflection and - vaguely and briefly - the master of this prison glimpsed in it

No one noticed how Melissa had fallen behind the squad. Does no one see it but her? Does no one hear it?

- How long you gonna hide from us, goat?! I've had enough of these stupid riddles! Give me back the Hand of the Inheritor, or I'll gladly find you again and gut you! - a cheeky grin touched her face. Her eyes lit up with scarlet fire.

Baphomet let such a brazen insult pass his ears. He grinned, glaring intently at his enemy.

His eyes reflected… victory?

- An empty boast, mortal. But I see our last conversation has borne results,- he pointed a finger at his forehead with a bloody, burning star, repeating what he had once said: - "Captivity begins with your own mind". There was that phrase again. From the first few seconds it had been lingering in the commander's mind. Melissa didn't understand why those words were so irritating to her.

- Are you showing off again? Threats don't scare me.

- I'm not threatening you. Rather, I'm reminding you that I've studied you, your thoughts and feelings. There's no need to get rid of you myself. I wonder what will happen first - will your mind destroy itself now or afterward, if you close the Abyss? I've met your kind before. It doesn't always take physical strength to defeat you. - every word was infused with arrogance and poison.

- What the hell are you...

- A world-abused, terrified, unhappy tiefling-child. You know what I mean? You're in my domain. Your mind is like an open book. Still remembering all your hurts? - in the shards of the mirror there are pictures of the past and faces of familiar people, - Do you remember the face of your dear mother that day? No... But that look! So cold, unfamiliar, empty... You admired her so much.

The smug grin quickly disappeared from Melissa's face.

Everything came into view as if it had happened yesterday, when her happy childhood had begun to crack.

- And your beloved father? What did he do to you? Do you remember the mad fear for your life, the pleas for mercy? Which gods did you turn to then? A poor kitten, tied up, thrown into the raging river in a dirty, cramped sack, without the slightest hope of rescue...

- Stop it!

The wounds never healed, even after many years. The pain always returned, coming in waves, and each time it was worse. It became hard to breathe. Blood boiled with rage. A drop of cold sweat rolled down her cheek.

Trying to break free of the illusion was futile.

The commander realized that this was nothing more than another trick… But her soul was still torn apart.

The demon lord's words hurt like knives.

- What about old friends? A friend who deemed you useless and betrayed you for the sake of her freedom and safety. The laughter in her eyes. The cracked skull of a dear comrade who died because of you. And you only escaped and survived because of him!

- I said enough! Stay out of my head! - Melissa's voice trembled, her legs shaking under the weight of her past. Her chest was squeezing painfully.

- Have you ever thought about what will happen when the crusade is over? Will your "faithful" companions, all those people, still need you? What about that boy, who fell in love with someone like you? Have you wondered: are they not using you because you are useful?

The demon lord's voice changed. It became almost affectionate:

- They will quickly forget your existence and get rid of you. They will look at you the same way, like the dirt beneath their feet, tiefling. That's the way it was, is, and always will be. No one will be there for you like the day you died. It was scary to die helplessly, slowly, alone, with your neck cut, wasn't it? Once again, the world condemned you to die.

- Shut your fucking mouth, asshole!!!!

A cry of pure anger echoed through the dark corridors. Her fist struck the fragile mirror with all its force, ending its existence.

And only in her ears could she still hear the laughter of the Lord of the Labyrinth.

A hellish pain brought her back to her senses: the shards were embedded in her arm. The companions found Melissa quickly enough. The leopard led them to his mistress. She was sitting on her knees. As soon as she raised her head, she could read the shock and worry on her companions' faces.

It seemed like an eternity had passed, not a couple minutes.

Something was wrong.

Something had changed in the commander - everyone understood it from the first second. Melissa looked at her companions. In the red eyes read a lot of things… Doubt? Distrust? Despair? Like a wild animal trapped in a cage, surrounded by enemies.

From that moment on, nightmares and insomnia began to plague her more and more often, almost every night. In Drezen, many people noticed the change in Melissa. The fun, cheerful girl was turning into a walking corpse, repelling any attempt to speak or care for her. Periodically she repeated the same thing quietly, barely noticeable, like a curse:

- Captivity begins with one's own mind… She's broken like the shards of a mirror.

#pathfinder: wrath of the righteous #pathfinder wotr #artists on tumblr #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #wotr commander #Melissa #oc

[katchcern]

Trying out a design

[ID: Digital drawing of a bronze, quadrupedal minotaur, based off a brazen bull, standing in profile, swinging a cat o' nine tails whip. It glows red glowing with an internal flame. It billows smoke from its mouth. End ID]

#digital art #character design #bull #minotaur

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

The Minotaurs used to be the Brazen Partisans but the bovine imagery was added when Riskavler realized how much she liked huge men wearing cowbells and cow-prinr jockstraps

[ask-mortarion-the-death-lord]

been on a marines malevolent kick of sorts i suppose and tracking down shorter stories involving them that arent the usual suspects. deathwatch: xeno hunters has one i rather like called machine spirit where a deathwatch marines malevolent takes up a surprising amount of time and space in the story [in part cause hes very prone to saying shit] and surprisingly little of it is spent arguing with the salamander deathwatch marine.

anyways, that is to say i would probably consider vortan as hes called a pretty solid example of what an average marine malevolent is like outside of their most extreme assholes:

pragmatic to the point of insensitivity even for space marines, as he frequently makes calls to ditch their seriously wounded kill team leader and the corpse of one of their comrades. pragmatic because the teams being pursued by super tyranid kroot they are in no way equipped to fight and just got their asses handed by. insensitive in that hes incredibly blunt about it in the sense that the deadweight is weighing them down

contradictory in that his actions very often dont actually match what he says. he regards his comrades corpse as deadweight yet hes also the only one there to perform litanies for the corpse, which he repeats when they find another dead brother in their downed thunderhawk. no hes not a chaplain hes a devastator. well he insists on ditching the bodies for a faster retreat, he also expresses that he'd rather stand and fight even if theyre odds arent great justifying it as 'choosing the manner of his death' and all that.

the point of view character zaeus a brazen minotaur deathwatch techmarine regards vortan as brutally straightforward individual which is evident in that vortan often favours the direct approach

vortan gets bitch slapped by zaeus at one point for having been a negative nancy up until then, and vortan seems genuinely shocked that someone might take offense to what he says given his seeming remorse on the issue [vortan if anything loves his litanies as he recites a deathwatch one well showing remorse]. remorse is probably not as common in the chapter proper given they dont have to regularly work with and play nice with all manner of marines from different chapters.

vortan is notably a negative nancy for a large portion of the short story, as hes generally the most skeptical and critical of any plans they make and is prone to point out faults in others ideas/others in general. the situation mind is a tense one for the marines, but its not a leap to say that marines malevolent are generally prone to glass half full perspectives.

weirdly sentimental in that when they find the corpse of their brother in the thunderhawk, vortans the one who goes on trip through memory lane recounting all the hilarious/impressive moements he remembers of the particular deceased battle brother. as i remember hes even reminiscing with the salamander deathwatch marine in hearty comradely chuckles about that one time brother carmine went to town on eldar warlocks.

surprisingly is the one who comes up with the plan and has the knowledge to use the downed thunderhawks intact heavy bolters as turrets to defend their location and buy zaeus time to get reinforcements, which turn out to be weapons servitors but still it helps. even offers to set up their critically injured kill team leader on the trigger of one turret so it can atleast feel like the near death marine is contributing.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer40k #also tracked down endurance by chris wraight #its pretty neat in that its about darggan from the lords of silence and his origins before becoming a death guard marine #and how hes changed yet remained the same in many ways #spoilers darggans got a lot of repressed trauma and spite from having seen his squad wiped out and a planet doomed to poxwalkers #all because from dargans perspective atleast imperial beuacracy decreed it necessary for whatever reason #and then he returns years later to the same planet as the gallowsman a name he hates and is all 'the fuck happened here?'

[spewagepipe]

Dungeon23/08/02: Minotaur Arena

A classic labyrinth isn't complete without an awful monster at its centre. A minotaur, of course – but since Determined doesn't offer much in the way of meaningful differences between a minotaur and a simple ogre, I've decided to take some artistic license with it. The Minotaur, as it appears here, will hopefully be one of the most dangerous monsters on any floor – and, if the players want to eliminate it for good, then they'll have to face it in this chamber at the centre of the maze.

I came back to the concept of a labyrinth repeatedly while brainstorming floor theme ideas – as an excuse to include more abstract puzzles, as a context for including more chamber ideas inspired by Greek myths, and now, ultimately, because I've found enough different kinds of mazes that it's feasible to make an entire floor out of them.

On a floor that is mostly about the inherent navigational challenge, I was hesitant to include monsters at all – wouldn't it be nifty to have this totally depopulated section where you simply have to grapple with the terrain and the puzzles, but nothing actively threatens your life? That idea may still make an appearance later on, but as it stands there were a few too many iconic "maze" monsters that I felt needed to make an appearance. Still, the demographics of this floor will be a little unusual: fewer monsters in total, with random encounters less likely to occur overall – and yet I've opted to crank up the relative odds of an encounter with each of the major inhabitants of the labyrinth.

SPOILERS BELOW

For the minotaur itself, I have drawn inspiration from the concept of the "brazen bull" as well as D&D's own "gorgon" (which, despite its name, more closely resembles an armoured catoblepas than Medusa). It'll be an immortal iron construct not unlike the golem from the tutorial floor (albeit far harder to injure) with a flame in its heart, such that its metal skin is red-hot. Being near the minotaur at all will cause burns, and actually touching it results in instant incineration. But, if the players should happen to kill it out in the halls, they'll also find that it tends to reassemble itself (a la the Golden Army from Hellboy) in the central chamber – so their victory is pyrrhic unless they can prevent the regeneration process.

#dungeon23 #osr #rpgs #tabletop

[pax-imperium]

Another support squad, this time with stalker bolters. So far only the chapter symbols are done, company colours are still undecided, I might get some 9th company in there as these are supposed to be support specialists

#warhammer 40k #painting #adeptus astartes #deathwatch #conversion #inquisition #space marine #ordo xenos #blood angels #angels of retribution #crimson talons #emperors storm #brazen minotaurs #mentors

[fourtykane]

“Primaris Lieutenants”

- miniatures by Quentin Nigues (tyguirius)

#wh40k #warhammer 40k #warhammer #primaris space marine #salamanders #ultramarines #brazen minotaurs #space wolves #black templars #blood angels #dark angels #imperial fists #crimson fists #primaris lieutenants #loyalists #imperium of man #quentin nigues (tyguirius)

[gothamcityneedsme]

i did NOT expect the idea of the minotaur (and the house itself) to be connected to the brazen bull

#shitpost #hol blogging #the continuing themes father are also so interesting #what creature is this and who is its father #how the wrongs of fathers create minotaurs #etc #theres a lot here lol #back to the brazen bull and sound imagery tho....damn

[rfscaveart]

Fakemon 7 Minova (Female) - Fire / Steel Minova (Male) - Fire / Steel Drodo - Dark

#Fakemon #Pokemon #Cow #Bull #Minotaur #Brazen Bull #Dodo #Plague Doctor

[brazenwarlord]

Anyone still following me? If so I promise the silence will be worth it! There's a whole new army to go with this big guy!

#scalemodel #space marines #miniwargaming #minotaurs #miniature #warhammer 30k #warhamer 40k #tabletop wargaming #warhammer 40000 #wargaming #redemptor dreadnought #primaris space marines #dark imperium #brazen host

[cyberrat]

57th Batch Of Fics: 7th Fill

Hanzo/Cole – Minotaur AU – Part 31 – teasing; plot – There is one foolproof way to get Hanzo out of a funk and Cole knows it.

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Hanzo, mood soured, moves toward the open window to stare outside at the plants which never fails to calm him down while he wonders about how far Kenzo is willing to go.

Behind him, he can feel Cole’s bulk moving about the room until he finally comes to a halt behind him, his body’s warmth stronger than the faint sun shining down on them.

“I could crush his skull like a grape,” he croons as if it were some kind of romantic declaration. In a way, it is.

Hanzo leans back against him and reaches around until he can catch Cole’s tail and bring it to the front, idly stroking along its length, then playing with the tuft of coarse hair at the tip while he lets his thoughts wander.

“He has tested the waters when he had those… brigands from two years ago attack the estate. While he was careful enough not to make his connection to them obvious enough, I would bet everything I own that he was responsible for everything. The missing weapons crates, the rather well-organized attack, and all the little inconveniences that followed after.

I would think he is gearing up yet again for something big since he’s tried such a brazen tactic today. Hmmm…”

He falls silent, still idly playing with Cole’s tail as he wonders whether or not he could get away with assassinating his Uncle. The Elders are indeed more burden than help these days, but he is unsure whether completely severing ties with them at this point would be wise.

Cole is quiet above him, other than his slow, easy breathing. Hanzo can feel the motion of his massive ribcage at the back of his head. It is giving him as much peace as the view of the flowers and the koi pond, water gently rippling whenever one of his pets comes close to the surface.

“Family’s important,” Cole murmurs, breath tickling the top of Hanzo’s head. He grasps his arms again, fingers easily curling around Hanzo’s bicep, no matter how hard he trains, it seems. Not that he does not enjoy being completely dwarfed by a beast like Cole.

“You should think carefully before doing anything… drastic.”

He nods, the hot anger from before dissipating some as he lets Cole pull him back from the window and toward the middle of the room, murmuring: “You are right. I will think it over some more.”

“Do that. And when you have come to a decision… I do not mind skewering him on my horns.”

Cole leans down some, hot breath wafting over Hanzo’s throat before his broad, silky tongue drags against it as if wanting a taste of his skin. He continues in a low tone of voice: “On another note… I quite like that robe you’re wearin’. Makes it fun seein’ all those bright little fishies when I take it off of ya-”

He does pull down on the neckline of Hanzo’s robe again to peer at the almost finished tattoo of kois he has wrapping over his arm and down his back, the colors nice and vibrant against the dark fabric of the robe he had been hiding it with.

“I know,” Hanzo replies, not even trying to not sound smug as he waits for Cole to service him and take off his clothes just as he’s had for the past two years now after watching Hanzo again and again going through his morning and evening routines. “It was very much appreciated in today’s negotiations.”

Cole exhales roughly, snorting like a horse as he lets go of Hanzo’s neckline and curls his arms around his hips to start on the sash holding his robe together.

“You took off your clothes for ‘em?”

“A little maybe,” Hanzo replies coy. “They were so very interested in what I had to show them… much more than in what changes I proposed to make to the various contracts.” He reaches up and tugs his robe a little to the side to reveal his left pectoral muscle in a show of what he has done just a few hours before… fingers rounding the pudgy mound of his areola and the shy tip of his nipple hiding within.

Cole snorts again, one massive hoof stomping the ground with agitation. He loves it just as much as those men – with the only exception being that his excitement gets Hanzo short of breath and damn near trembling as he feels the vibration of his stomp tickling through his body.

“Naughty little cow… showin’ your udders to everybody,” Cole croons. He has just been playing with Hanzo’s sash but is now finally starting to open it with a precision that has him going short of breath.

He looks down his front, watching as the thick fingers very carefully slip the silken fabric through the intricate loops that he had put it in just this morning. He has become quite expert in clothing Hanzo to his high standards… and also disrobing him again.

Against his spine, Hanzo can feel the pressure of Cole’s cock, warm and firm and feeling so exciting. He can just imagine it pushing into his body and filling him to the brim again and again and again… over and over with the strong, slow thrusts of Cole’s hips-

The sash is open and Cole, teasing the both of them in equal measures, slowly starts to pull apart his robe, showing off Hanzo’s front and the black fundoshi he is wearing – put onto him by the big beast as well. He is humbled by how filigrane Cole’s work can be no matter how blunt and thick his fingers are. He is not the stumbling buffoon that the Elders think he is. Especially not when he wants to tease an orgasm or two out of Hanzo…

His thick fingers slip beneath the twist of the fundoshi wrapped around Hanzo’s hip, lightly stroking his hipbone but not doing anything else for the moment.

At his back, Hanzo can feel the minute back-and-forth of Cole’s cock dragging along his spine. It makes the tips of his fingers prickle with the need to wrap them around the length and slowly slide along its thick, strong shaft.

Instead, he stands there, trying to breathe slowly and not seem too excited. Not that Cole hasn’t seen through that ages ago.

“You are very tense,” he croons, breath sliding over Hanzo’s shoulder and making him itch to shrug off his robe so he can feel him against his naked back proper. “Maybe these human men are not able to properly satisfy my little cow – I should rectify that.”

“I did have a talk with my father before coming here… and there is also your intel… but… I won’t deny your claim,” Hanzo replies, voice rasping more than he would like. He keeps playing with the sleeves of his robe, rubbing the silky fabric between his fingertips. “You do have a way with your hands… and mouth…”

Cole chuckles, warm breath making Hanzo close his eyes and sigh inaudibly.

“What sweet words… how rare coming from you… you are usually very hard to sway. But maybe those men got ya all pent up for a breedin’, hmn? Are ya in heat, my sweet li’l cow?”

He finally pulls his fingers from Hanzo’s fundoshi and instead lightly urges his robe down his shoulders and to fall, pooling at his feet.

#cyberratting writes stuff #hanzo/cole #minotaur au #teasing