He will

"Hmph. Fine. You want a bone? I'll throw you a bone." The minotaur stands up and faces you, his hands undoing the tie to his trousers and letting them collapse to the floor. That unveils his musky, black dong, as thick as your wrist and longer than your hand and still hanging mostly limp. You gasp and sidle forward, pushing your face up against it.

"There. This isn't so complicated, is it?" With one hand you begin gently fondling his balls, rolling them in your fingers and enjoying their weight. With the other you bring his dick to your mouth and begin licking, up and down.

"But it is. Why are we doing this at all? Maybe you have a reason, but in the end I gain nothing from this."

Hearing that irks you. It's like he just challenged your honor. You clamp your mouth around the head of his dick and blow until it swells to its full size. The whole time you keep your eyes locked on his, not letting him look away. "Alright, Mister Nothing. Let's see what you get," you say as you pop his head out of your mouth. You lean back on his bed, pull off your loincloth, and spread your legs, reaching down with one hand to spread your pussy lips.

A grunt forces itself out his nose and his cock twitches at the sight. He steps in between your legs, uses one hand to line himself up and the other to press your stomach down and hold you in place, then thrusts. Half his girthy monster sinks into you, stretching your body open. You can feel every inch of it rubbing along your walls, the head in particular rubbing a wonderfully sensitive spot that sends sparks up your spine. And that's just entry.

He draws back, then pushes in deeper. His head grazes over that spot again, making your hips jump. "Oooooh," you breathe out happily. That elicits another grunt from the big bull. He grabs your hips in both of his hands, almost large enough for his fingers to meet in the back, and begins to piston. Each time he bottoms out, a gasp or moan is **** out of your throat. And when he draws back, just before you can mourn for the now empty hole his dick left deep inside you, he presses forward and fills it again. For all his complaining at the start, he is satisfyingly competent at drilling a pussy.

He even notices the soft spot he's been rubbing and, lifting you by the hips as easily as hoisting a bundle of feathers, he begins assaulting that spot mercilessly. Sensation overloads your thoughts and your mouth disconnects entirely, hanging loose and making whatever obscene noise it wants every time he smashes that pleasure button. To heav'n with anything he's said about not getting anything from sex; this is everything you could ask for.

He suddenly stops his hard thrusts to make a few short, rapid rubs along your snatch's roof. At the same time, one of his thumbs snakes down and presses your clit. Being pushed from the inside and outside at the same time, your pleasure spikes and your body begins to convulse in a mind-shattering climax. Your legs shake and juices spray out of you, coating the minotaur's pelvis and legs. His grip never falters, though, and as soon as you come down he starts driving into you, driving you back up again.

After that you lost track of time. At some point he turned you around on his cock and laid you down on your belly, legs hanging off the edge of his bed, so he could get a better position for entry. From behind he began plowing you even harder, driving you up to another peak and then again barely a minute later. Every corded muscles in his massive body was being used to fuck you senseless, and you could feel it. Finally, after you'd coated his floor with a layer of pussy juice large enough to flow to two corners of the room, Bruno announced his own climax with a loud, bellowing roar.

Burning sperm flooded into your body, filling every part of it with liquid heat. Your toes curled as you felt it fill your womb and even back flow around his rod, dripping down your thighs. Your eyes rolled back as your body shook one last time, then gave out and collapsed in an exhausted, happy, sweaty mess. Behind you came the audible squelch of his dick pulling free of your well-used pussy, followed by a few more jets of heat landing across your ass. Then he dropped onto the bed beside you.

"Gain nothing... my ass..." you gasp. "Your face looks... so happy-stupid... right now."

"Not half as much as yours," Bruno retorts with a smug grin. That's probably accurate. He has some control over that grinning face; yours is locked in whatever fucked-silly expression it chose thirty minutes ago and won't budge any time soon.