Willis turned out to have an efficient sense of direction, for just ten minutes later, they found it.
"It" was an old farm building. It was a traditional red barn-like building but the the colour had faded and the woodwork splintered. It appeared to have been part of a flourishing farm, many years ago. But nobody had been there in years and the trees had enclosed the place. This barn was all that remained.
"Wow," Zack mused, "I've practically lived in these woods all my life and I've never seen this. We must have traveled miles"
They entered.
There were stables down the left wall and farming equipment down the right. There were many holes in the walls which created drafts. It was getting colder and the minotaurs were beginning to feel it.
"In here," Willis suggested and hopped over the door of one of the stables. It was still full of hay and the confined space meant it was warm.
Willis put his arms behind his head and nestled in the snugness.
He shut his eyes and relaxed.
The sudden gentle touch of fingers on his chest surprised him, but he didn't open his eyes.
He felt two hands gently massage his chest. This was compensated by another touch on his lips.
Willis returned the kiss, and raised his own hands to hold the sides of Zack's head.
The hands caressing his fur slowly moved downward.
Oh how bizarre this was, Willis thought. It was so alien to him. But it was so good.
The hands clenched against Willis' thighs. The kiss moved to meet them. Zack's lips moistened Willis' body as it approached their goal.
Willis' proud member was accepted and Willis grunted in pleasure.
The lips reciprocated slowly but powerfully, aware that Willis was experiencing this properly and wishing to make it last.
Willis' hands still on Zack's head assisted the movement gently.
Pleasure immersed him. He held it for as long as he could making the release ever so sweet.
Willis woke, and, for the first time in hours, opened his eyes.
Light streamed in through the holes in the walls, causing an elegant display in the air.
Willis looked over at the person he'd spent the night with just to check that it was Zack who'd fucked him and not a complete stranger who'd wandered in when Willis first shut his eyes.
Of course, the dark bull was there, breathing softly.
Apparently, the snow had stopped falling and the farmer hadn't found them. For all O'Grady knew, the minotaurs could be anywhere.
Willis smiled.
He was hungry.