Zalah gets a chance to catch her breath

Having ceased uttering his dark, hoarse groans, Galashiels eased up his body and allowed his eyes to fall shut. With Zalah still lapping her tongue at the head of his erect cock, the half-minotaur lost consciousness.

“Wait, has he passed out?” Yira asked, the buxom whore looking as though she had bathed in a river of cum, the thick, sticky fluid dominating her appearance from her head down to her thighs, with thick gobs of it roping down from her plastered tits and her thoroughly soaked thong.

“He has,” Zalah confirmed, not bothering to point that that should have been pretty self-evident to Yira, since the muscular hunk was remaining completely immobile on the floor in front of her, “must be his minotaur-blood.”

“What do you mean?” Viveka asked Zalah, the blonde’s chained top clinging to the contours of her gigantic chest, with beads of cum now rolling down from them onto her the firm muscles of her midriff.

“It’s really quite simple,” Zalah began, running a finger along her soaked slit, until she had scoped up an ample amount Galashiels’ cum and brought her finger up to her mouth, loudly sucking it clean before continuing, “minotaurs are pretty strange creatures. Basically, they’re like us humans sexually if they get a chance to cum on a regular basis. But if they go without, like Galashiels has, then their first release will set out a transformation that will put them into a breeding frenzy once they wake up again. I heard a magician talk about it once, apparently it’s got something to do with the mixture of blood and bones and all. But the point is,” Zalah once again paused to savour another sampling of Galashiels’ sperm, “that when our boy opens his eyes again in about an hour or two, what you’ve just seen will seem like an appetizer in relation to the entrée”.

Around her and the other four cum-covered whores, Zalah could hear the people get interested by what she had to say, and Zenobia now stepped into the ring of jizz-clad prostitutes.

“And I suppose that you see the same business opportunity that I do?” The Madame asked Zalah, rounding it of with an initiated smile.

“Yeah,” Zalah grinned at Zenobia, before assuming a more business-like look, or as close to it as a busty, naked blonde with cum gushing out of her cunt could manage to come, “I suggest that you clear out the biggest room you got in here, or maybe clean up your backyard if you got one, and then get you guards or whoever else’s willing to drag Galashiels out there. Once he gets up, he’s going to get pretty wild, and he’s going to stay that way for a pretty long time.”

“How long?” Zenobia asked, maintaining the knowing smile.

“Oh, till he runs dry, and that will probably take more than an hour, maybe even more. Seeing as he’s human, I don’t know exactly how much stamina he’s got.”

“Fine, I’ll have Galashiels moved out back and have a talk with the neighbours whose houses face it, they shouldn’t have any qualms about letting people watch the show from there. And I’ll have my boys and girls start spreading the word about it all.”

“Good,” Zalah got up on her feet, “but there’s one more thing though.”

“What?” Zenobia wondered.

“Your girls are all good at what we do,” Zalah complemented the four women that had helped her out in dealing with Galashiels, and those who had taken on the spectators, “and I’d like to take one of them on as a sort of apprentice. She can start by getting me clean and ready for the big show.”

“Alright,” Zenobia said, after a moment’s hesitation, “just make your pick.”