Minotaur Encounter

After a discussion with the farm sisters, Helena crept up to the Stockman’s property, then used her wind magic to climb up a tree that watched over the barn the captured farmers were being held in. It was a simple matter to leap onto the roof, and peer down through a crack in the boards to spy on what the minotaur was doing.

Or rather, who. One of the two captive women had been tied up in a stall, and was currently being pounded by the minotaur’s massive cock. “Moo moo moo moo,” she moaned with each thrust, the mind warping effects of the minotaur’s cum having taken hold. She was panting heavily, clearly having been at this for a while now, and after just a few more thrusts she let out a loud cry as she came. As she did, her swollen breasts sprayed a blast of milk that soaked into the straw and dirt on the ground, her body already undergoing changes from the minotaur’s cum.

The other captive woman was also visible, although she was passed out on the ground, laying in a white puddle that was likely a mix of milk and minotaur semen. Even from up here, Helena could catch a whiff of the sent and winced.

Although the woman currently being fucked had come, the minotaur had not. He was still pounding away. His hulking form stood at an imposing eight feet in height, with powerful muscles and a bare naked body. There was also a large two-handed axe within easy reach. It was clear he’d be a tough opponent to fight.

As much as Helena wanted to dive down immediately and enter battle, she wondered if it might be better to let the minotaur continue to fuck his captive and wear himself out. Given the effects the minotaur’s cum had already had on the woman, another load or two wouldn’t make much difference. But could Helena allow the woman to receive even one more load of mind warping minotaur cum when she was here and ready to battle?