after care

He was lying outside under the starry sky thinking about everything that had happened today. his memory from before the awakening in the cave was hazy. He vaguely remembered talking to one or maybe two people, and before that nothing or almost nothing - a monotonous gray blur that seemed to contain nothing of value. And something about this world titillated him, like an impression of having seen it in a dream, something that seemed familiar and yet of which he knew nothing, even the names of those he'd saved, which was ironic to say the least.

Lyre

Lyre was trying to sleep, but the precious rest kept derobbing and she tossed and turned in her bed. She felt something, or the absence of something. In desperation, she got up and went to open the window, hoping a little fresh air would do her good. As the night breeze caressed her face, it carried a strange but by no means unpleasant odor to her. Curious, she went outside and tried to follow the scent, a feat far from easy for a normal human, but Lyre was a mage, so a simple formula was all she needed to track the scent. So she followed it out of the little town, past the guards who apparently weren't in the habit of keeping watch so late at night. She cut across the field, caressing the wheat and barley spikes with her hand. Eventually, she came to a barn where the minautore lay motionless, staring up at the stars. She moved closer, the smell becoming more and more intense, and the closer she got, the stronger the feeling of want became, so she continued her approach, step by step.She stretched out a hand towards the bull, the air seemed thicker and thicker, making it difficult to breathe, and finally she touched him on the torso, and it was incredible: his fur, so soft in some places, was rougher in others, and with each breath his muscles rose before falling, and she had seen the strength he contained, crushing goblins with each blow of his hoof, crushing their brawny bodies with his bare hands.And despite the bad memories these images brought to the surface, she seemed to have found a safe place in the hollow of those imposing arms, nestled against his torso. Her gaze wandered over his body as if she were carving out every nook and cranny for her pleasure. And finally she met his gaze, dark and powerful yet calm.

He straightened up, leaning against the barn wall, and held out a hand to the girl who seemed fascinated by him. She placed her hand in his. It was like a shock when her sweet, intoxicating scent enveloped him, producing a completely natural reaction.his sex began to harden and rise, releasing the loincloth and exposing it to the young woman's view. When she saw it, her mouth fell open in surprise. His penis, flat at the end like a horse's, was easily the size of her arm and as wide as a fist, if not wider. She turned and met the minautore's gaze again, filled with desire and excitement, and herself feeling strange, her head almost spinning, the smell of the bull was everywhere, she breathed noisily and felt hot. Finally, she asked the minautore:

May I?

the monster, who didn't take his eyes off her, simply nodded. Lyra passed over one of his legs and crouched down in front of the imposing sex. She placed her hands around the penis, which was hot, boiling hot even. And even though she'd never had sex with a man before, she'd heard the other girls' stories about how to please them. So she began to run her hands up and down her sex. The minautore let out a grunt of satisafaction and placed one of his hands on the young woman's head, pulling her a little closer until her breath tickled his cock and precum began to flow down his shaft. Feeling audacious, Lyre lifted her blouse, exposing her breasts, and came to press them against the beast's sex, then grabbed them with her full hands and began to jerk him off using her breasts. As the precum continues to flow, it lubricates her breasts, making the movement smoother and faster. Then, with a strange impulse, Lyre stretched out her tongue and tasted the flowing liquid. It was bitter, salty and had a strange smell, but that didn't matter to her anymore. She was lost, her senses turned upside down, her whole body trembling with unquenchable need. As she used her body to please the minautore, she felt him with her breast, with her tongue, coming. In a last gasp imposed by this strange need, she stood up and tried to swallow the tip of his cock in her mouth. At that moment it was too much for him, he ejaculated first into her mouth, which filled far too quickly for her to swallow, and it was so hot her eyes widened and her body tensed as she leaned against one of his legs and began to swallow what he had deposited in her mouth. A hand came to rest on her back: large, warm, she let herself go with this presence and fell asleep.

Hello this his the writer i hope that you liked this scene it was new for me but it was quit fun to be honest. mainly what i wanted to say was dont hesitate to like and leave a comment its always nice to know that you have been reade and feel free to leave idea for what could happen next i have ideas but yours are always welcome. on this have a good day and see you soon . ;)