Malkor agrees.

At last Malkor gave a nod. “Very well,” he said. “I will allow you to take any others to your bed. I think I can trust you with that. But remember.” Venus gasped as his hand moved behind her loincloth and pressed against her mound. Her pussy radiated her needy warmth against his open palm. “This is mine,” he whispered in her ear. “No other cock than mine shall touch it.”

Venus’s legs quaked. Gods. Could his touch alone bring her to such a state? She gave a shaky nod, breathing heavily. “Y-yes…Master,” she mewled.

Malkor removed his hand from her cunt. “Good, ****. If you should betray my trust, I will put on you the belt of punishment and keep the key.”

Venus groaned at the thought, mostly in protest, yet there was also arousal at the thought of such control being taken away from her by the muscular bull. Releasing her Malkor approached the door of the room. “Come,” he told her. “I will show you the baths so you may clean yourself for your branding.”

Venus nodded and followed her bull into the halls of the minotaur fortress. “Of course, Master.”