Minotaur returns

Shambling out of the shadows at the end of the corridor, the naked and bloody minotaur staggered back into view.

Taihon blinked, "What? Oh?"

"Fool," Mira spat, "Don't you know that most minotaurs have incredible regeneration? You didn't kill it. You just wounded it and let it retreat."

"No..." Taihon began to protest but a charge from the healed minotaur cut him off.

Mira watched as the beastman shouldered into Taihon, throwing the thief up into the air and yards back down the corridor. She wasn't surprised. Taihon was bold and brash but he had none of the training she had gone through.

The paladin struggled against her bonds, pulling on the ropes made from rotten clothes to see if any would break or tear. She looked up just in time to see the minotaur pick up Taihon again and back-hand him against the stone wall of Marus's labyrinth.

Sweat and blood beaded all over the minotaur's hugely muscled body. The beast, had it not had the full head of a bull and a dangerous monster, might have been a handsome man.

It stood over Taihon, legs apart and Mira was again all to aware of the huge cock that hung between its legs. The paladin wondered if Taihon, just about conscience could see it. Would that be ironic? The last thing a **** like Taihon saw before **** would be a monstrous dick?

A thought - a **** tactic - Mira wondered whether Taihon could save his life, or perhaps by some time, by distracting the beast with pleasure. Could Taihon seduce the monster? Or would she be better off letting the minotaur remove the threat of Taihon once and for all?