Draw your weapon

You withdraw your {if

Orc = 1}tribal mace{endif

}{if

Elf = 1}elven longsword{endif

} from its holding place and stand your ground. Nothing will get between you and that artifact without a good fight first. Your determination is admirable, but it seems to irritate the minotaur as he revs up his hooves to bullrush you. {if

Companion: Auria = 1}You glance over what could be the last time at your traveling companion, Auria, who is swooning over the beefcake. If you perish, you know she'll likely end up being the prize of the victor. {endif

}With your teeth clenched and eyelids shut, you brace for impact. You also outstretch your weapon in the hopes that it strikes him when he rams into you, but instead, a gentle moo catches you by surprise.

You open your eyes to see a big-breasted bovine woman with mottled black and white fur sauntering up to the agitated monster and placing a soothing hand on his fuzzy shoulder. They speak in a language that you can’t understand, but you get the gist clearly enough from their body language alone. She’s hardly wearing a thing, and the stench of her feminine juices is strong enough to smack you in the face from several feet away. He responds in kind by rubbing his flat tip over her soaking slit in a gesture only meant to tease her, but it affects you as well.

She finally acknowledges you by looking in your direction and giggling as if you’re in for a show. Her body is magnificently curvaceous with plump thighs that rub together when she walks, leading down to black cloven hooves. Her constantly swaying hips are complete with thick love handles, and they show off her fertility, inviting any man who can to impregnate the breeding sow. Right now, though, her focus is on her minotaur mate, but you’d be blind not to want what he’s got. First, she swishes her tail around the back of the minotaur’s thigh while her hands pull him in so that she can spread her drenched pussy lips over his enormous shaft. Then, as she coats him in her natural lubricant by grinding along his horsecock, you {if

Companion: Auria = 1}look over to Auria and {endif

}can’t help but wonder what to do next.