Let Fenrich have his fun

It seems like only a few seconds before Lenny gave his answer, his tone cold, but at the same time strangely eager. "Be my guest, what's mine is yours." It seems that he's already seeing himself as your master, or perhaps he's just a really convincing actor. Either way, he waved the Minotaur forward graciously. Maybe the Troll was right about this pudgy perv liking to watch after all.

"Hmmm," was his only answer, a deep, rumbling acceptance. Already his massive hands were unbuckling his trousers, pushing them down to the floor around his great hooves. While you couldn't see what was going on, you distinctly head Lenny let out a gasp of shock, he sounded awe-struck by something.

While you do attempt to turn your head and take a peek, Mur's hand grips tighter still, burying your face even deeper into her juicy folds. "Oh no you don't, slut, I'm not finished with you yet," she scolds, sounding very much like someone correcting an unruly pet. Normally, you would be outraged, but the Fey is anything but normal. Never have you tasted anything so sweet in your life! Your tongue slithers inside of her tight, velvet snatch, wriggling about joyously while you savor her taste, all the while sucking on her tender, swollen clit.

You don't even notice the heavy footsteps behind you, but when a massive hand squeezes your hip, a surprised moan escapes your lips. The sound only serves to encourage Mur, whose hips push up insistently against the vibrations of your mouth. She's not disappointed, as more moans rumble from you when something truly enormous mashes against your slippery cunny. "She's so wet," Lenny remarks, you had almost forgotten all about him by now. He wasn't wrong, something about this experience has left your once tight quim absolutely drenched.

A hot exhale of breath blew against your lower back, Fenrich was just getting lined up, guiding his titanic tool with one hand, while the other gripped your hip firmly, pulling you closer to the edge of the bunk. That could only mean that the monstrous object mashing into your loins was his cockhead! Even after your savage **** at the hands of the bridge-troll, the Minotaur's mammoth member is not an easy fit. With each steady push of his hips, you squealed out in blissful agony, the sounds muffled my Mur's hungry hole.

But Fenrich wasn't taking no for an answer, within a few minutes time, more than half of his fuckmeat is buried within your tightly gripping snatch. The flesh of his shaft burns like a sun against your tender inner walls. You whine out pitifully, feeling as Fenrich began to thrust deeper inside of you, as if seeing just how much of him could fit. Those screams prove to be too much for Mur, suddenly both hands grip your blonde locks, her hips bucking wildly as she meets her climax, squeezing your tongue with her contracting tightness. A high, ecstatic moan fled the Fey's lips, her body seizing violently beneath your own. Finally, she lie still, sighing out with sheer bliss. "Dear goddess, she's perfect."

Not one to be left out, Fenrich continued his ****, your womanhood stretching near it's very limits. His hips refused to relent, your tight body had **** but to contort around his steely rod. Now both hands seized your soft hips, using them for leverage, If he wanted, the Minotaur could pound right into your cervix with little effort, and you would be powerless to stop him. Though by now, you have no intention of stopping. Every ounce of pain has been replaced by pleasure, no doubt Mur's sweet-smelling honey played a hand in that. Your entire body rocks from the bull's heavy thrusts, shaking the very bed beneath you. Burying your face into the Fey's snatch, you cry out in riotous desperation.

Fenrich suddenly gave a deep snort, causing Mur to suddenly stir beneath you. "Close," He warned, even his voice caused jolts of pleasure to shoot through your core. Now it was Mur's turn to speak. "Human, Fenrich would like to take the liberty of inseminating your ****, unless you have somewhere else you'd like him to spill his seed." The guard didn't even bother wasting her breathe on you, she was addressing your master now, and you eagerly awaited his reply.