You won't give up that easily!

When you eventually regain consciousness, your existence is equally numbness and pain. You stupidly, insanely tried to take a minotaur on in a straight fight. What in the hell made you think that was a good idea? Eventually, the cold ache in your heart from seeing Betsy give herself to another man (or at least another male) wins out over the pain of your body.

Wincing in pain, you slowly stand up and take stock of yourself. You're bruised, but nothing seems to be broken, and you still have all of your equipment. Gazing around, it's easy enough to spot the trail left behind by the minotaur and Betsy. The multitude of broken branches and the obvious hoof prints left behind by the two of them make it painfully obvious which way they went.

Gritting your teeth, you set off to follow them, as the sun sinks ever closer to the horizon. You aren't letting that bull-bastard win so easily. You refuse!

It isn't hard for you to find them. After defeating you with such insulting ease, it seems the minotaur apparently felt no need to travel very far. But when you do find them settled down in a small clearing, the sight before you drives a cold spike through your heart.

There, in the clearing, you have a perfect, horrifying view as the minotaur brutally fucks Betsy. She's bent over on her hands and knees, the minotaur kneeling behind her, and you can both see and hear as he savagely fucks her, his huge hands clutching at her equally huge hips. Worst of all, you can tell that she's enjoying it.

The savage, animalistic breeding going on before you is like a dark parody of your own times with Betsy. You loved the sight of her huge, plump rear bouncing as your thrust into her, her soft moans and moos spurring you on.

In comparison, the minotaur is utterly railing her, his massive hands gripping her full, luscious hips as her immense breasts hang below, her thick nipples dripping with her sweet milk. Worse yet, there's something much different about how Betsy is with him, compared to how she acted with you. She's moaning and wailing in bliss as he rams his huge bull cock into her pussy, and her cries of "Moo! MOO!" are far more pleasured than when it was you behind her, making love to her.

Ultimately, you can only watch and wait for your chance, as a feeling of jealous rage grows in your chest. Your own aches and pains seem to fade away, as hatred for that damnable minotaur consumes you.

The two eventually finish, Betsy wailing in what can only be yet another orgasm, as the minotaur hilts himself deep inside her. The sight of the minotaur twitching as he empties himself into your woman fills you with rage, even as the sight of her squirming and moaning in bliss hurts you. You can see as vast amounts of the bull-man's seed are pumped into Betsy, dribbles of the beast's spunk leaking out from where they are joined. When he pulls back slightly, a huge gout of his cum drips out of her stretched out cunt, even more of it remaining inside of her.

Exhausted, the two of them collapse to the ground on their sides, the minotaur not even bothering to fully pull his dick out of Betsy. Though they remain joined at the hips, you feel a cold comfort as neither of them attempt to cuddle with the other. Betsy always wanted to cradle you against her soft breasts after you made love to her, so maybe...

You wait until the sun is almost fully set with the stars slowly appearing in the twilight sky, by which point the minotaur is fully asleep, his chest softly rising and falling.

Slowly, carefully, you sneak towards the duo, sword clutched in your hand. No fair fights this time, you would have Betsy back over this monster's cold, dead body!

Crouched next to them, you begin to raise your sword above your head, angling the blade for the perfect kill!

Before you can strike, the minotaur suddenly grunts, his eyes snapping open and locking onto you.