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The Minotaur gave a smirk that she could not help but interprete as interest motivated solemnly by the beasts lusts, no matter how provocative she might be, and make herself right now. Not that any part of him was opposed to having his eyes wander about the beautiful curves of the creature before him, with an unashamed interest in, well, all of her, but especially wandering towards her fertile mound and on....
There was no denying the musk, the tension in the air, he wanted to take her, and she was amazed, forced by her own body and a subtle pulsing of lustful magic of her own design, enticed by his scent, to crave that organ, caution and safety be damned. Sure, she should be in charge, riding ontop of him, commanding him to take her with this meaty rod.. she.. could risk that, right? It was a bit... very impressive.
The large problem here, yes... so very large... was that try as she might, the elf struggled to disapprove of the sight standing ever prouder before her. "Yes?" The minotaur-man prompted, large fingers seeking to.. ease and at the same time entice the parts of her that felt so hot and swollen alike...
On the other hand, her plot seemed to definitly be working, the Minotaurs guard was down, all she needed was a swift, clean hit with an elven blade, like those currently located about three metres away at the waters edge and...
It took all her focus to stifle most of the moan seeking to escape her as his brutish fingers unashamedly brushed along her hot womanhood.
"Well.. I mean." The minotaur man grinned, as Ilsa came to reconsider her approach to seduction with a strong hand picking her up by one arm. "You're pretty enough that I wanted to let you off the hook, you know, prove that not all of my kind are brutes that'll just drag women off to become fuck-cows. BUT." He grinned... "You do drive a pretty hard bargain."
And with that, Ilsa found herself suddenly lifted over the minotaurs shoulders, followed by an utterly disgraceful(although not overly painful, oddly enough) slap of her bottom, leaving her jiggling as the Minotaur-man seemed a little too happy to listen to her suggestion. "You know, I could use a nice piece of ass like you to warm my cave. You'll struggle to take all of me at first, but we can fix that." A smirk, as she hung over his shoulder, feeling all too directly the disparity between their strength level, as agile and disciplined as she might be...
There was no denying the musk, the tension in the air, he wanted to take her, and she was amazed, forced by her own body and a subtle pulsing of lustful magic of her own design, enticed by his scent, to crave that organ, caution and safety be damned. Sure, she should be in charge, riding ontop of him, commanding him to take her with this meaty rod.. she.. could risk that, right? It was a bit... very impressive.
The large problem here, yes... so very large... was that try as she might, the elf struggled to disapprove of the sight standing ever prouder before her. "Yes?" The minotaur-man prompted, large fingers seeking to.. ease and at the same time entice the parts of her that felt so hot and swollen alike...
On the other hand, her plot seemed to definitly be working, the Minotaurs guard was down, all she needed was a swift, clean hit with an elven blade, like those currently located about three metres away at the waters edge and...
It took all her focus to stifle most of the moan seeking to escape her as his brutish fingers unashamedly brushed along her hot womanhood.
"Well.. I mean." The minotaur man grinned, as Ilsa came to reconsider her approach to seduction with a strong hand picking her up by one arm. "You're pretty enough that I wanted to let you off the hook, you know, prove that not all of my kind are brutes that'll just drag women off to become fuck-cows. BUT." He grinned... "You do drive a pretty hard bargain."
And with that, Ilsa found herself suddenly lifted over the minotaurs shoulders, followed by an utterly disgraceful(although not overly painful, oddly enough) slap of her bottom, leaving her jiggling as the Minotaur-man seemed a little too happy to listen to her suggestion. "You know, I could use a nice piece of ass like you to warm my cave. You'll struggle to take all of me at first, but we can fix that." A smirk, as she hung over his shoulder, feeling all too directly the disparity between their strength level, as agile and disciplined as she might be...