Head for the Mercenary Guild

The guards at the door give you a lusty and familiar grin as you walk past them; you remember them, the twin minotaurs. They had you pinned between them on more occasions than you can remember, and you feel your walls clench and instantly soak over the memory of last time; Kell had his 14 inch meat down your throat and Xeph had his 14 inch rod stuffed up your pussy and they fucked and spun you like a cum-bucket rotisserie. If not for the magic you had cast before your "date" you're pretty sure they'd have killed you. As it was, they gave you multiple double injections of their loads, most at the same time, and each time there was the better part of a pint of cum pumped into your wanton body from both ends. By the time you'd finished with them, it looked like there was a gallon of spunk dribbling in, off, and under you.

You feel your tongue part your lips and wet the pouty petals as you walked past both smiling minotaurs and straight into the guild hall. The great hall just inside the main doors was strangely quiet, with only a few guild members here, most of them falling asleep as they waited orders. Two were still awake and moving, but they were in shadows so you didn't get a good look. The Guild Master's door is open as well, but there could be something going on elsewhere in the hall, in one of the many side rooms.