Do it.

A sickening grin seems plastered on the little creep's face as he gives his permission. "Let him, the slut deserves to be bred." A stunned gasp flies from your lips, muffled by Mur's drooling gash. Lenny's betrayal should be a painful blow, but on some secret level, you agree wholeheartedly. The impish Fey giggled gleefully, echoing your own secret opinions.

Fenrich however, said nothing. In fact, with every thrust he became more vicious, snorting and grunting like a true bull while that fist sized slab hammered home. Foam pooled at the corner's of the Minotaur's lips, his brutish hands now leaving bruises on your tender hips.

It's unbelievable, like being savaged by some sort of god, the bull headed bruiser was making that awful Troll look like a proper gentleman. Each rapid buck produces a sharp whimper, but he's showing no signs of concern. You don't even bother to notice that Mur's slender fingers are wrapped tightly around Lenny's shaft, the thick hunk of meat is meaningless to you now that you've found Fenrich.

A sudden roar echoes through the room, a savage cry of sheer triumph. The bull-sized shaft smashed home one final time, plowing into your womb and claiming it for his own as the pillar of beef exploded with the **** of a geyser, flooding your cervix with fertile seed and causing you to give shameless roar of your own, your body trembling violently as the beast forces you to climax. The excess semen dribbles out of you obscenely, but Fenrich refused to withdraw, they were serious about breeding you.

A sudden grunt reminds you that Lenny still exists, and you strain to look up at your so called master. The pudgy bastard's in heaven, sweat dripping down his brow as Mur milks his throbbing pecker, using her own fragrant juices as lube. "That's it pig-boy, let it go, give your **** something to drink," the guard purrs, a wicked twinkle in her eye. That was too much for the slob, and with a pitiful groan, Lenny's prick spewed it's meager load, spilling across Mur's toned belly.

Before you even register what's happening, you're tongue is already at work, eagerly lapping up at the salty brew. The frisky Fey laughed gleefully, as if you had proven her right about humans all along. That's when you feel it, that massive limb sliding backwards, pulling free with a tremendous pop. The mixture of fluids oozed out lazily, flooding the sheets below you. As expected, a deep grunt was his only response.

Mur nodded knowingly, shoving you away from her as she begin to tidy up. "That's quite a catch you've got there, piggy, she'd fetch quite a price. Especially with Fenrich's seed inside her." Another low grunt resounded. "Don't be so modest, you're a five star breeding bull and you know it." But now her attention was back on Lenny. "So what'll it be, piggy? We can pay handsomely for the cunt." As if to sweeten the pot, she reached over to a nearby bunk to crap a small sack that clicked merrily in her grasp.

Your companion's eyes widened, Lenny could retire early if he took the deal. But it would mean selling you into a life of slavery in a city of fantastical monsters, despite you saving his life on at least one occasion.