Rosalia

"No, please no..." Rosalia, despite all her debasement, still found strength to beg for mercy. But the minotaur would have none of that, he stood in front of the cum splattered warrior with his bat like cock swinging in front of her. She tried to deny him her mouth, but the cock slapped her in the face, there was no denying this manhood and her own desires.

A small respite from the relentless satyrs let Liandra join Rosalia, whom she sequestered for her attentions. She tasted sweet, and for a moment the two females enjoyed each other´s pleasures and ignored the bull man monster. It couldn't continue for long.

Liandra shared the burden with Rosalia, each caressing her half of the monster´s pole. But Rosalia´s abandon inspired certain sense of fondness, and she let her try to swallow the inhumanly large cock, merely caressing her hair while she performed the herculean task.

That it pleased the minotaur there was no doubt, Rosalia´s nostrils flared as she struggled to breath, but Liandra knew it helped her friend if she would simply hold her hand, give her strength. "you are so beautiful" Liandra told her, and that inspired her even more.

When his cock began to throb he pulled her head back, for the Taurus wanted to see his work splattered over Rosalia´s face. And the princess as well, so potent the reserve he built over the weeks. He spun Rosalia around, and **** himself on her stretched pussy, Liandra couldn't help but find humor in how she was already lifting her ass higher, inviting the minotaur to mount her.

Rosalia yelled loudly in pleasure, ordering brutality from the monster, enthusiasm, virility! Liandra kissed and caressed her lover as she received the rampant bull, even though she knew Rosalia was far beyond her words and touch. Her cries echoed her sweet surrender, and as her orgasm stretched over the minutes Liandra saw the result with great awe.

The dagger, once the last remnant of Rodrik´s virility, now laid as an obscenely large sword, a two handed sword that shone with obvious glamour. The minotaur laid spent, but Rosalia approached it with wobbly legs, white goo dripping from her cunt. "This sword..." Rosalia started

"... is yours, Rosalia. We rest, and we take our vengeance in the morning." Rosalia had no trouble lifting the holy avenger in her hands, its many powers bathing over the guard turned paladin.