Taurus [#1]

He did not expect to wake up and find himself in a battlefield, holding an ax, with a corpse cut in half before him. However, he lived as he could, as soon he grew tired -

He no longer was human. He was a minotaur by the name of Taurus. He wished for a good life now, a life of peace after years in the battlefield, and such a life would come to him as he rested. He spent years trying to survive in the frontlines, and now he has finally earned enough to rest...

[Status]

Name: Taurus Gold

Age: 43

Gender: Male [Alpha]

Race: Minotaur

Classes: [Bloody Berserker Lvl 85], [Battlefield Butcher lvl 33], [Thrower Lvl 22], [Mage Hunter lvl 18]

Titles: [Blood Bath], [Terror of the Battlefield], [Survivor of Impossible Odds]

Skills -

Bloody Berserker:

[Bloody Rage Lvl Max], [Blood for Blood lvl Max], [Frightening Presence lvl Max], [Powerful Impact lvl Max], [Destructing Impact lvl Max], [Greater Weapon Mastery Lvl 3], [Endless Rage lvl 5], [Death Defying lvl 7], [Neverending Rage lvl 1]

Battlefield Butcher:

[Cleave lvl Max], [Cut lvl Max], [Dismantle lvl Max], [Bloodlust lvl Max], [Bleed it Must lvl Max], [Gore lvl Max], [Bloodbath lvl 2]

Thrower:

[Weapon Throw lvl Max], [Weapon Recall lvl 8], [Throwing Weapon Proficiency lvl 7], [Javelin lvl 6], [Increase Projectile Speed lvl 2], [Destroying Throw lvl 1]

Mage Hunter:

[Counter Magic lvl 5], [Nullify Spell lvl 5], [Magic Resistance lvl 3]

All he had was battle skills. All he was was a warrior. He was tired, the war had come to an end, and finally, he received his pay for the endless blood he shed upon the battlefield: A farm, money, and peace. "I'm going to be a farmer." The moment these words left his lips, his troops all stopped and looked at him: "Maybe finally get a lover after so long..." A few spilled their drinks- Why? Because their commander was a beast! Both in race, size, and brutality. He was about 8 feet in height, and he was strong enough to lift two other minotaurs! Each in one arm. He has done feats considered impossible, which earned him three titles! Titles were one of the hardest thing to receive in this world, and yet he has three of them. "Commander, you'll be a farmer!?" One of the youngest of his troops, a child in his eyes, spoke out - He was a small human, about 17 in age, but eager to prove himself to the world. His face when he asked about him becoming a farmer was laced with hidden desdain, but not hidden enough for him. "Yep." Taurus groaned, his old wound aching ever again: "Being a farmer is better than being a soldier, for at least a farmer has food most of the time." A few of his older troops chuckled and raised their cups, cheering: "Hear hear!" as he drank as well.

"But... farmer?" The young one could not accept such a thing: "You could become even one of the king's knights, and you settle for a meager farmer?"

There was silence. Everyone felt a sense of terror as their commander sighed softly: "There are three things I hate most in this world." He lifted one thick finger, the size of three of the boy's fingers in itself: "One is disrespect." The pressure increased as he lifted the second finger: "Two is nobles in general, royalty even." He lifted the third finger, the pressure actively cracking the wood as his mere presence was enough to hurt things around him: "And third is hypocrisy... Tell me, Adreus, son of farmers, why do you desdain farmers so much even though they - alongside Clerics, Medics, Teachers, Adventurers, and dare I say, Commoners - have the most important classes?"

"I..."

"Well, I don't care." Taurus cut him off before he could continue: "No one here cares." He gestured to the whole tavern: "All I see is a child, ashamed of their origins... Of their father and mother, and ashamed of telling someone they were born a farmer." Taurus groaned softly: "I was born from a Murderer and a Prostitute, raised by Thieves and given to Slavers before finding myself in the battlefield, where I became the Blood Bath, the Terror of the Battlefield, the Survivor of Impossible Odds." With a last drink, he got up, not touching his food anymore: "And now I'm finally free of this bloodbath they call war... Argh, I'll finally become a farmer, find a sweet old Omega, and settle down to maybe have children." This was the first time many of them even saw their commander smile, and the sight was so... shocking, that they couldn't say anything.

"You should live your life before coming to a battlefield, for you can lose it at any moment." Witth that, he grumbled as he walked out of the pub. His steps shaked the earth as he weighted about 2 tons of pure muscle, his arms thick as trees, his horns were shiny and black in color- Or rather, his single horn, for the other one was broken. It happened too long ago to even remember how he broke it. He just did. "Ah... Before I forget, Akkun will be the commander now, so follow his words." The lanky Elf looked at his commander in surprise, not because he was not qualified, but because he was chosen! There were many others that, in his opinion, could be greater choices!

"Do well, be well, farewell." With a goodbye, Taurus took his bag containing his armor, battle ax, greatsword, spear, sickles, halberd, battle hammer, and battle pickaxe. In this bag, there were millions in gold, potions, and even magical items!

He was one rich bull.

-Scene Cut-

"So, what you gotta say for yourself?" Taurus held the small cat humanoid that had this small grin- He was caught by Taurus. It's been a month ever since he left the frontlines, and he had been at peace in his new farm. The work was enough to relax him, and the emptiness of the wild was a song to his tiring ears. Here, he could rest his horns and ax and know that he had done enough for his country. Well, until a week ago, when his milk started getting stolen.

Yep, a milk thief.

And he found him - a Felinid, a humanoid cat. Known for their thievery and natural stealth abilities. The problem was that this one was stealing from the wrong bull - Felinids are absolutely addicted to milk, its in their race's genoma, and I'm not even kidding about that. They have gone to war about it, which divided their race to the point of hate crime between factions! Grinning, Taurus decided to fuck with the kitty, because he's looks very young. "So you were stealing my bull milk." Actually, this was milk from one of his magical cows, a cow that produced milk at all times. The only downside was that they were more aggressive. "B-bull milk!?" Taurus grinned wider, already liking this small prank: "Of course, why else would that milk be creamy like this?"

The kitty looked at him, shocked for a while before he looked at him up and down, purring: "Did it come from you?" Taurus froze - Is this kid flirting with him? Heh, okay then. "Yep. Directly from the source, which is why I found it weird that a kid kitty like you were going around stealing milk from strangers... Where are your parents?"

"Well, you could be my daddy..."

"I'm very serious, kiddo." Taurus stopped: "A kitty like you out here in the wild is bad."

"I'm not a kid." The kitty answered, his tail puffing up as he hissed, threatening: "I'm 20 years old and if you call me kid again, I'll fucking bite you." Taurus' face slowly grew into a large grin as he came to the realization that he can do something to the kitty that would be otherwise illegal... He can fuck the cat.

Why is this legal? Taurus doesn't know, but he knows that if an Alpha can find someone stealing from their property, and that someone is an a Beta or Omega, they are legally allowed to choose that person's punishment, and fucking them is one of them... And Taurus is not a good man, be never was, so the thought of fucking the cat was enticing to him.

And he smells like Omega.

Alphas are rare in this world, while Omegas and Betas are not - meaning? He can fuck him. "Sadly, you had to steal, not once, but twice from my property... As an Alpha, I can choose your punishment by law." The cat's face went shocked and scared when he heard that the minotaur was, in fact, an alpha. "I'm sorry I-" Taurus silenced the kitty by lifting him by the throat and tightening his hold on it, releasing his scent on the kitty. He absolutely melted, going boneless as his Omega instincts took over. "Fuck, you're such a little slut huh? Eager to just be fucked by a big meaty Alpha like me, so you had to come here and show your little ass to me, provoking me-" Ah, right.

Taurus wasn't exactly allowed to be in contact with Omegas. No minotaur should be because Monitaurs are born Alpha. They are breeders by nature, and almost all babies born from them are Alphas... meaning? Around Omegas, they are compelled to breed, to fuck, regardless of the situation. Actually, Taurus has incredible self-control, as seen that he didn't fuck the cat then and there... Now, you might be asking yourself: Why was kitty surprised that Taurus is an alpha since almost all Minotaurs are Alphas?

Almost.

You see, an Alpha can pass as a Beta if they want, so kitty did not know Taurus was an alpha until it was too late and he was on his big, meaty, girthy strong hands and was being fed the strong pheromones of the almighty alpha before him. He melted as an omega should, since he is made to be fucked and fucked good by an Alpha like him... "Do you want it?" Kitty only nodded eagerly, like the pretty little slut he was: "I'll give you my bull milk."

Kitty could not do anything but moan as the big bull dragged him away.