Why wait for tomorrow? That minotaur's ready to go now!

?I?m terribly sorry,? said Aaralon, ?but tempting as the offer sounds, so far I haven?t seen anything that persuades to me that you?d even be capable of taking on Moaroi, even if you wanted to. And the fact that you?re practically begging me to release you from our friend behind you suggests to me that you?d actually rather not.?

?How dare you!? shrieked Clara, her eyes flaring and breasts surging upwards in a paroxysm of wounded pride. ?Here I am, standing in front of you, boiling pints of beastman cum slithering out of my pussy, and you have the temerity to doubt my sexual credentials.?

?True,? Aaralon conceded, ?but Moaroi isn?t called ?horsedick? for nothing, and he has the kind of appendage that puts a puny tool like that of our friend here to shame. No offence,? he added, to assuage a deep throated growl of discontent that emanated from the throat of the minotaur. It was a grotesquely unfair aspersion towards the beast, but Aaralon had calculated the statement make it to appear that he had misgivings about Clara?s sexual prowess, even though at that moment, she was almost absent-mindedly lifting a long, slippery tendril of cum above her head from between her buttocks and feeding it slowly into her mouth. The sight made Aaralon shiver with barely suppressed excitement.

Clara slid her hand back to the minotaur?s dick and began to massage it as she spoke. ?I think you?re being very unfair to Goliath. Why, he might not be the most? considerate of lovers, but look at this? he certainly has splendid regenerative qualities.?

Clara stood aside to give Aaralon of a better view of the beastman?s dick, sliding her hand firmly over the bulbous head so that it swelled obscenely between her fingers, already lubricated with glistening bubbles of precum. The mighty column was already surging back towards its full length, bristling with bulging veins. ?Now what would I have to do to convince you of the strength of my devotion to our demi-human friends??