He Does.

"Yes please. Please My Lord please!" He begs, legs shaking. He's almost a little pathetic, looking up at you like a puppy dog.

"Well, since you begged so sincerely for it, I guess I could lend my mouth." You see him leak pre, practically cumming it from the very thought. You kneel between the hooved legs once more, and blow on the cock, in a playful attempt to make him shudder. What you hear makes you crack up, the burly guard letting out a little "moo" at your tease. "Bitch." You almost growl, before opening your mouth, and pressing it to the man's cock.

The initial penetration of your mouth is difficult, and you feel lucky that you've had practice with the goblins earlier. Your jaw creaks, and you almost pull back in alarm, before it pops into your mouth. You vibrate your throat a little bit, in order to coax another moan from the bull-bitch. Your tongue licks the underside of the shaft, all while you keep eye contact with the bull. You narrow your eyes, and move downward, gripping his balls for support in shoving your mouth down on this giant club of cock. "Unghh...." He lets out gutteraly, when he finally realizes you're going for a hilt.

His tip reaches the back of your mouth, pushing up against the entrance of your practiced throat. The medial ring is right at your lips, and you yawn to make way. The bull is gripping both of his horns, whining, pleading under his voice to take more down your throat. His tongue is out, panting, and only starts to pant harder when you pop the flare down your gullet, letting it sink into the recesses of your throat.