Victory, thanks to some unexpected help.

The minotaur bellows with rage and lashes out lightning fast, knocking your sword from your hand. Before you can dodge away, the beast leaps up and seizes you by the throat, brutally slamming you against the ground.

Looking at the huge beast-man above you, his bull-like face contorted in rage, you come to the abrupt realization that you are about to die. Betsy managed to distract the minotaur once, thus sparing your life, but this time? There would be no escaping this. What in the hell were you thinking?

As you futilely struggle to break free of his grasp, the minotaur wraps both of his huge hands around your throat, intent on **** the life out of you. Or, maybe the huge beast-man would simply twist your head off your shoulders.

Yet, even as you struggle to draw breath and your vision begins to darken, he suddenly twitches. Abruptly, the minotaur's grip around your throat loosens, a confused look on his face.

You look down, shocked at the sight of something red poking out of the minotaur's chest for a moment, before it withdraws. Before you can even try to react, something slams into the side of the minotaur's head, throwing him off you.

You're shocked to see Betsy standing over the minotaur, your bloodied sword awkwardly clutched in her hand. Even more shocking is the look of wrath upon her beautiful face. She stabbed the minotaur, for you?

Stunned, you try to get to your feet, seeing the minotaur struggling to do the same. But before he can make it onto his hooves, Betsy falls upon him, bellowing in rage. Hot, red blood covers them both as she savagely slams your sword into his throat, nearly decapitating him in a single blow.

Struggling to regain your breath, you feel utterly shocked at the events of the last few minutes. Your ambush was turned against you, you stared **** in the face, and only moments away from a grisly ****, you were spared again by the actions of the wonderful, beautiful cow-woman you sought to reclaim.

Panting heavily, coated in the minotaur's life blood, Betsy steps away from him and turns to you. Instantly, the expression of rage melts away from her face, replaced by concern and affection. Almost lunging towards you, Betsy sweeps you into her soft, blood drenched embrace. You suddenly can't find it in yourself to care about the blood now covering you both as Betsy kisses you, happily smiling. Her joyful "Moo!" causes you to laugh. You have her back!

A short time later, the two of you have relocated to a nearby stream to make camp and clean each other up, light provided for you by the moonlight and a campfire a dozen feet away.

Your head is still awhirl with thoughts over what just happened. Betsy fought for you, killed for you. The two of you may not speak the same language, but something like that says more than a hundred thousand words ever could. Her large, gentle hands and the look of worry on her face as she helps to clean the minotaur's blood from your body say much, too. You wince as she gently pokes at one of your many bruises, drawing apologetic sounding words from her in her strange, rumbling tongue.

As you in turn help Betsy clean the blood off of herself, you can see thick, white fluid dripping from her sex. You wince at the reminder that the minotaur left more of his fluids with her than just his blood.

Seeing where your eyes are looking, Betsy leans forward, engulfing you in a soft hug. She gently strokes your hair, an apologetic look on her face. You have to avert your eyes in shame as she takes a step back and squats down in the stream, using her hands to splash water onto her cunt, trying to clean the minotaur's essence out of herself.

Later on, back at your camp, events progress as they usually do, and you soon find yourself kneeling behind Betsy, thrusting into her huge wet pussy.

But, there's something different about it this time. Betsy's moans and moos are the same as they always have been, and her pussy feels the same as it always has, sopping wet and warm, if not very tight.

Pulling out of Betsy and urging her to roll onto her back, you try to shake off the feeling that something is wrong.

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Betsy spreads her legs as you position yourself between them, thrusting your cock into her black, soaking twat. Nestling yourself between her thick thighs, you reach up to one of her huge breasts and begin squeezing it. Milking her like this draws pleasured moans from her as more of her sweet milk leaks from her thick nipples. You look up at her gorgeous face, admiring the big, happy smile on her luscious lips as your hand kneads her enormous, soft tits.

You just can't pin down why things feel different. Betsy's looking at you with the same adoring look and gentle smile that you've become so used to, and she makes the same sounds that she always has when the two of you make love. So why...?

It hits you then. It's not something different about her, but about you.

You saw her convulsing in ecstasy beneath that minotaur. You heard her moaning and mooing is bliss as his massive bull-like cock split her apart. No wonder she isn't as enthusiastic with you, when you can't give her such pleasure. Your member can't even begin to fill her huge pussy, she's built to take minotaur dick. How in the hell can you match up to that? Why is she even letting you fuck her, is she even getting any physical pleasure out of this? In hindsight, you aren't even sure if she's ever orgasmed from your attentions.

Leaning back, you halfway pull your cock out of her pussy, and take a good look at where the two of you are joined. Her cunt is, simply put, huge. The walls of her wet pussy squeeze down on your member more than enough to make sex with her feel wonderful for you, but she's never felt even remotely tight, has she? You remember seeing her cunt stretched wide open by the minotaur's huge dick, and how that made her wail in bliss. In comparison, your human cock simply disappears into her womanhood, barely spreading her thick lower lips apart at all.

A gentle touch on your cheek pulls you out of your spiraling thoughts. As you drag your eyes away from Betsy's cavernous pussy, she leans forward and kisses you again. When the kiss ends, she looks at you, concern and affection clear on her face.

That's right. She chose you. She could have just done nothing, and that minotaur would have won. Instead, she saved your life!

Giving Betsy a reassuring smile, you lean into her embrace and kiss her full lips, speeding up your pace as your orgasm grows near. Fully laying down on her body, you rest your head on her huge soft breasts, enjoying the way that they jiggle slightly as you thrust into her.

With a final grunt, you thrust as deeply into Betsy's womanhood as you can, and cum in her. Feeling you spending yourself into her, Betsy wraps her legs around you and moans, saying something in her language. You still can't understand her tongue, but the tone is obviously loving.

You have her back, and you refuse to take this wonderful woman for granted ever again.