He can do that.

The minotaur’s bovine face split into a huge grin, and he laughed uproariously. “My cum? I think we can manage that, girlie!”

The beast whipped aside his gilded loincloth, revealing his manhood. It was still hardening, but already it was as long as Fyneen’s arm. She gulped, and her blush deepened.

The female mercenary chuckled. “Awe, what a sweet little maid we have here. Reminds me of that girl we had when we sacked that village in Morhesh. You know, the one who kept going on about how she was going to be married the next day?”

“Ha, yeah, I remember,” the dwarf laughed, before putting on a falsetto voice. “‘Oh, please, sir, my maidenhood’s for the limp-dicked peasant my father sold me to! You can’t take it with your massive, rugged dwarf-cock!’”

“More like ‘oh, dear, there’s a dwarf **** me but I can’t feel the wormy little prick he’s sticking in me,’” the female mercenary said. “Not to mention ‘Oh, miss Velina, the way I’m eating your pussy is sooo sinful, but it tastes soooooo good.’” She turned back to Fyneen. “This one’s the same. Doesn’t know what to do with a dick.” She beckoned to a pair of the tavern’s whores. “Why don’t you two come over here and show her.”

The pair knelt beside Taug’n Thar, cooing over his massive manhood. “Oh, my, you’re a lucky girl,” one of them said to Fyneen. “I do love getting nailed by the big boys.”

Without further ado, she slid her red, off-the-shoulder dress down to her waist. Her tits were full and lush, enough to inspire lust in any man or woman. She wrapped them round Taug’n’s cock, rubbing it between them. It was long enough that she could lean down to lick its tip. The other whore joined her, caressing the minotaur’s heavy balls and licking its shaft. The pair kissed around the cock’s head.

“Nice sight, isn’t it?” the mercenary Velina said, stepping up beside Fyneen. When the young sorceress turned in surprise, Velina caught her mouth in a deep kiss. Fyneen’s dress was modest, seeming prudish compared to the brief clothes the whores. Velina began to unbutton it at the front.

“Let’s see what our Chieftain is about to enjoy,” she said, pulling Fyneen’s top open and exposing her breasts to the air. “Mmm… not bad.” She tweaked Fyneen’s nipples. “And these are rock hard. You must really want this, you little slut.”

“I… I’m not…” Fyneen couldn’t finish her denial. Velina’s kisses and caresses were not as skilled and intoxicating as Shairi’s, but the whole situation excited her immensely. Her pussy was dripping wet, and her body was ready and eager to be fucked even if her mind wasn’t. Maybe the mercenary was right. She’d never thought she could feel so… slutty.

“I think it’s ready,” one of the whores said to her. “If you’ve been paying attention, you should be able to handle things from here.”

Velina playfully pushed Fyneen forward, and she fell on her knees in front of Taug’n’s cock. She paused, staring at the swollen, pulsing member. The Church of Light preached that beastmen like the minotaur were the product of unholy matings between lustful, sinful women and wild beasts, and that to have sex with one was an equally depraved, damning act.

But this was for her beloved, Shairi. She would do it. In fact, she wanted to do it. The sight of the beastman’s cock filled her with lust. She reached out and put her hands around its girth, jerking up and down. Tentatively, she lowered her mouth to it, stretching her jaw to take it in.

The prostitutes had done their preparation work a bit too well. As soon as it entered Fyneen’s warm, wet mouth, it burst, spewing a huge jet of hot, thick cum down her throat. Coughing, she jerked backwards, only to have the rest of the minotaur’s load splash across her face and bare breasts. The whores giggled, and the mercenaries laughed uproariously.

Fyneen felt dirty and humiliated. But those feelings only made her hornier. Still, she had the presence of mind to scrape some of the minotaur’s seed off into the vial Shairi had given her.

“Thank you,” she stammered. “I’ve… I’ve got what I came here for. I’ll be going now.”