"I'm here to rescue you"

"Why I'm here to rescue you of course," Aaralon brushed an invisible speck of dust off of the front of his student robe. He wished, as he did frequently, that he'd had just a bit of the illusion talent to spiff up his appearance at times like these.

Realizing he was still seated before the naked young woman, he stood up and straightened out the offending carpet.

Clara looked at Aaralon for a long moment as though he had lost his mind, and then broke into musical laughter.

"You...are in need of saving, right?"

When she looked up at him again, her green eyes were filled with mirth. At the sight of the student, she broke into a new fit of laughter that caused her to bend over forward, clutching her stomach. Strings of the young woman's wet blond hair came loose over her face, and Aaralon caught a more intense scent of the expensive perfume that he had noted earlier.

Aaralon stood before the young woman with his face flushed, and wondering if he had completely misread the situation.

When she had regained her composure, Clara walked to the enormous minotaur and leaned back against the matted fur on the side of its enormous pelvis. The giant creature rumbled slightly, but remained motionless, save for its cock that had again begun throbbing.

Clara widened her stance slightly, offering Aaralon a clear view of her cunt from which still trickled a thin flow of animal semen down between her legs. She slid a pair of elegant fingers along the smooth inside of her thigh, scooping up a prodigious amount of cum.

"I am," She said, gracefully slipping the lubricated fingers between her lips and savoring the taste with her tongue, "most certainly not."

A pair of approaching footsteps from the hallway reached Aaralon's ears. Beautiful damsels in distress aside, he again remembered the real reason for his presence in the tower.