Round Two. Fuck!

Millicent the Minotress lets out a long, deep low of pleasure as you aggressively maul her fat nipple with your mouth. You run your tongue around her big brown areola before latching onto the nipple again to suckle.

"Wha- What are you doing?" She moans, going a bit boneless onto top of you. Gods but her immensely busty, muscular form is heavy! "Is this... kang foo?"

You want to come up with some witty repartee but talking with your mouth full was hardly a good example of your princely manners. Instead you reach around her back with slime-slick hands and try to pull her firmly against you.

No dice though, each time you attempt to find purchase on her slimed-up flesh or even try to clasp your own hands behind her, any friction or tension is immediately translated into free sliding motion. It's like playing a game of naked lubed up Twister.

Your pinned princehood throbs and tingles excitedly, trapped as it is in the valley of her bent knee. The soft feel of her fur and firm warm flesh has it twitching powerfully. Okay, time to suck nipples and think up a winning strategy. Surely you are capable of doing both being the dashing prince that you are.

So what are your options here? You can't shift her atop you but can you reposition yourself beneath her? An experimental wiggle and twist sees you sliding a fraction down her body like a writhing eel. This also sees you pulling free of her nipple and sandwiching your head firmly in her grandiose, pillowy under-boob.

Let's chalk that move up as a mixed success.

Millicent, here-on to be referred to as "Milly" for you have got to be on a more intimate footing now as far as names went, responds by planting her hands in the slimy grass on either side of your head. She pushes up, relieving her flattening weight enough for you to steal a quick, lung-burning breath, before her hands slide right out from under her and she comes crashing down again forcing the aforementioned breath right back out of you.

"Oof! Ready to give up yet?" You wheeze and try another wiggle downwards that manages to free your straining royal cock from her delicious leg-lock.

"No!" she huffs back, panting now. "This is not how I should wish to fight. You are up to something, I just do not know what."

She tries to steady herself atop you, attempting to pin you down with her sheer size again but you are slipperier than a banana peel and she just ends up splaying herself astride your torso with legs extended out on either side of you for balance, her face in the grass above your head and her arms out to the sides like a massive, sexy horned starfish. She is surprisingly limber for a girl with so much muscle mass.

Fortunately the lack of any discernible friction makes it easy to run your hands up over her mountainous tits play with her hardened, protuberant teats again. You cannot pinch or latch onto them in any way but you can still tease, rub and stroke them dragging a deep moan and shudder from the curvy blonde Minotress again.

Your excited cock is jerking hard against the bottom of her firm, softly muscled belly, trapped between your smooth bodies as though trying to pierce her belly button. Another **** twist of your hips feels it sliding down, over something furry and moist then finally... freedom! Your steely lance shlurps free of the scrimmage and ricochets off her marvelously large butt a few times before coming to rest against the valley of her bountiful ass-cleavage.

"W-wait... is that... are you?" Milly squeaks into the forest floor, clearly feeling your manly presence and sounding a bit nervous. "Is this one of those bonded challenges?"

You don't have the faintest clue what she is referring to but luckily you have a horny genie companion to field these types of inquiries for you. You pause in fondling her tight, raspberry peaks though to hear the answer for yourself.

"Yes!" Jaasi squeals excitedly from the sidelines before quickly calming down and looking a bit pensive for a moment, "I mean, it can be if you want it too?"

"Ha! So that was your game then Prince Dandybuff?" The busty Minotress chuffs in smug satisfaction at the revelation, her voice ringing with a new confidant strength. "Then try your best, human male. For the prowess of the Eastern Ranges Herd is unmatched in all things."

With that she flexes her mighty thighs, dragging them in towards your hips and raising her ass long enough for your bulging tip to dredge through her moist, furry folds and catch in the entry to her pussy. She then releases the tension in her legs and tries to lower herself onto your slick, glistening shaft only to halt after your head parts her lips and stops. It elicits groans of blissful agony from both of you.

Well, somebody hasn't been neglecting their kegel exercises because despite her towering size her channel is extremely tight. You had been a little concerned you might not have been a match for the males of her tribe but feeling her vaginal resistance to your attempt to split her in two you can only guess you must measure up and then some.

"Uuuumph... big... very big..." Milly groans relaxing her thighs and sliding a bit further down your jutting length.

"Aren't you just a blessing for the ego?" You croak out breathlessly into the shining flesh of her sternum as her full weight begins to settle on you again.

Shit, but if this powerfully built woman doesn't tear your dick off with her velvety vise she was going to crush your pelvis to powder when she really started moving. You are at a real and credible threat of **** by snu snu right now! You needed to take back some of the initiative. Releasing one of her humongous, wobbling melons, you snake your free down between your joining hips and search for something that you're not entirely certain she has.

Her pussy feels puffy and swollen as it stretches around your girthy cock and somewhere around here you should find... Ha, Eureka!

"Whaaaaaaa~! Wha-...What are you doing with... with your fingers... down there?" Milly cries as her pelvis tucks back a little and her knees tremble as you slide friction-less fingertips over her cherry sized love-bud.

"You don't know?" Jaasi asks, kneeling a bit closer to the action, cocking her pretty head and squinting her golden eyes in some confusion. "Don't Taurun males ever go pearl diving?"

"Ha! Ha! Taurun males are warriors not fishermen..." The beautiful, heaving Minotress pants out before Jaasi cuts in again sounding indignant.

"No, no, no. I mean; don't they ever kiss the bean? French the trench? Give a girl the ol' lickeroo?" Jaasi looks horrified at the cow-girls shaking head before balling her lilac fists up to shake angrily at her sides. "Well... I almost find the notion offensive!"

Milly's eyes roll up into her head as she finally bottoms out, resting herself against you with your tumescent man-meat fully buried in her tight, slick, clenching cunt.

"Couplings in the herd... nnnnrgh... are contests of... strength." The mighty Minotress groans as your immensity twitches powerfully within her hot, tight folds. "Each p-partner taking... unmph... their pleasure f-from the other."

You are straining for breath and desperately working the bovine-woman's swollen pearl as Jassi gasps in distress and covers her amethyst face with her hands. She’s responding as though someone had been killed in front of her rather than just discovering an entire culture that routinely practices selfish love-making.

Maybe there are some parallels to be drawn there but you aren't Jaasi so you're not immediately spotting them. Nor are you in a position right now to ruminate on such things as you try thrusting a little only to find the slight momentum you've created pushes both your hips apart before friction-less gravity reasserts itself bringing Milly sliding back down on you with muscle bruising ****. The action and the equal opposite reaction ends with the Minotress sliding her shimmering hips in sinuous circles atop you as she tosses her horned head back and lets out another deep sonorous lowing sound that transforms into a **** cry of rising pleasure.

"Moooooooo~ oooh fuck!"

You send out a silent prayer of thanks to Newton's Third Law for a workable sexual position as you begin to bounce the slimy warrior woman on your ecstatic, throbbing cock, her stupendous rack rolling and rippling around the top of your head and her strong hips grinding down on you each time you bottom out in her trim, clutching pussy.

"Do it Cutie," Jaasi is still kneeling a few feet back, her face now set in an expression of righteous fervor, jaw set even as she blushes deep magenta, "Show her how this Genie's Prince gives pleasure before he takes it. Turn her into a quivering fuck-puddle until she can't take anymore..."

Meep's non-something, bio-whatever stimulating slime juices are really warming and fizzing wherever your burning skin contacts Milly's own firm flesh. Your tangled bodies sing with sweet, roiling soul-scorching bliss as she bucks back down onto your increasing feverish thrusts as your hands work her most sensitive nubs with all the gusto of a mad concert pianist leading a carnal concerto.

You are power-bottoming like a pro.

Rubbing, teasing and stroking her engorged clit and stiff nipple in ferocious tandem you thrash beneath the massive, magnificent creature impaling her on your lancing man-meat with reckless abandon until her lows and mewls became sharp exultations and shrieks of ecstasy. Her constricting pussy goes wild around your bulging shaft, her channel rippling then shrinking into the snuggest cock-sheath imaginable before pulling at your tortured, tingling man-flesh, coaxing a hot jet of pre-cum from deep within your core.

Milly's horns tear up the forest loam as she whips her head from side to side in futile refusal of the mounting climax working its way through each tendon and sinew of her dynamic musculature. Her thighs bulge, her biceps flex and her stomach rolls as she works her ravenous, clamping cunt up and down your raging cock like a deranged cum-starved creature of legend... which she kind of is.

"Nooo... No! Can't t-take anymore..." She moans out loud and long, sweat and slime mixing indistinguishably together as the product of your primal, animal rutting. "Don't want t-to give in... need to... nooooo~ uuuuunrgh!"

"Finish her!" Jaasi commands gleefully from a few feet away, her hands clutching her knees as she rocks backwards and forwards with a little spittle wetting her sculpted lilac chin.

Milly wails as her impressive legs, wide hips and powerful arms lock down on you and you push yourself to make your final few hard-driving, pussy-pounding pushes right against her spasming g-spot. Your cock-head rides the small patch of rougher tissue there and Milly seems to fall to pieces atop you.

"Nonono... MOOOooo~!"

Her whole body seizes up, shuddering and shivering as you feel a gush of creamy wetness splash across your hips and upper thighs. Then she goes limp and drives what little air out of your lungs as her hefty heifer bulk buries you into the soil. Your urgent muffled protests are lost within the deep valley of her titanic cleavage and your hands slap at her broad hips and thick ass in anguished complaint. Just when you think you are about to pass out from asphyxiation - and not the fun kind - you hear a deep, throaty chuckle.

"Stop, stop! I yield, Master. By the thrice damned hells, I yield and will abide by the bond set by the challenge."

"Yay! You'll not regret it but... uuum... maybe you should slide off of him? I don't think he can breathe."

"Oh no, Master!"

Darkness is encroaching on the sides of your vision when you feel her almighty weight shift and slide off to one side. Your flagging cock slides out of her warm wetness with a soft shlorping sound as you take in great gulps of air and fall into a coughing fit. You try to sit up but end up sliding and flailing weakly like a turtle on its back until a freezing cold bucket of water sloshes over you and draws a manly roar from your offended lips.

"Eeeeeeek!!"

Okay, so more like a girlish squeal but some warning might have been nice and you scowl up at Jaasi standing proudly above you with an empty dripping wooden pale in her hands. Her gorgeous lilac face is split near in half with her victorious grin and she gives you a conspiratorial golden eyed wink before extending a hand to help you up. Tentatively you accept and are a little surprised when you don't immediately slip over again. Meep's slime juices are water soluble - that is good to know.

"Well fought my Prince. You did so good!" She cries, wrapping her slender arms around your sore ribs and hugging herself to your chest. "Bonding a Minotaur in a trial of combat is the stuff of legends. Oh I cannot wait to hear the songs the bards will sing about this great deed."

You're not so sure that you want to hear any jolly ditties about you covered in slime and being buried under a hugely busty Minotress but that's not what is important right now. Your poor legs feel like jelly, your pelvis is going to be blackened and bruised come morning, your head is swimming and, oh yeah, your balls are bluer than a clear summer sky.

That's right, you went through all of that and didn't even get off in the end. It feels so fucking unfair.

Well, you are still mostly in one piece so you decide to take this blow to the crown jewels with royal aplomb since you are a Prince after-all. Handsome, charming, dashing...

"Aaaw... don't scowl, Cutie. You won more than a physical victory today, you won a moral victory too!"

Harrumph! You cross your arms and turn petulantly away.

"Master... are you not happy to have bonded with me?"

Looking back you see Millicent... Milly kneeling naked and shiny with Meep's juices looking up at you with big, worried doe-eyes, her arms couching her huge, milky tits with her hands clasped beneath them. Her cow ears drooping on either side of her blonde head, her hazel stare could have melted whole glaciers so your cool noble heart doesn't stand a chance.

"No, it's not that. Milly. I'm just feeling a bit... sore after our mighty contest. You were a worthy opponent and I am lucky to have bonded with you."

Whatever that means but now doesn't seem like the right time to express buyers remorse.

"Really Master? I'm so pleased to hear it!" You can practically see the stars in the Minotress's eyes as she babbles up at you in excitement. "No one has ever shown me such mighty pleasures, I will be a strong and diligent mate. You shall see! We will bree- aaaaaurgh!"

Milly's shocked outcry is deeper and softer than your own as Jaasi dumps a second pale of water over the blathering bovine before tossing it over her shoulder and looking back at the two of your dripping naked bodies with a predatory grin.

Her hungry eyes roam first over you, lingering on your heavy dangling downstairs department before moving to Milly and fixating on her massive rack. You are pretty sure you can see a dribble of drool forming at one corner of Jaasi's mouth before she snaps herself out of it and claps her hands in a business-like manner.

"Right, well it's going to be dark soon. Let's get you two cleaned up, warm ourselves by a cozy fire and then we can all get acquainted over something to eat."

"Sounds good," Milly says, climbing to her hooves and nodding at Jaasi amicably, "Let me fetch some cleaning rags and fresh clothes then we can..."

*Meep, meep!*

"...what was that?"