Shoot the arrow at Dereek

You’ve had enough of being the lizardman’s sex ****. He’s a fool for letting you have a weapon. Rather than let loose the arrow on the elk, you quickly turn to Dereek and in a blink of an eye, let your arrow free.

The air is cut silent by the whiz of the arrow. You see Dereek, standing wide eyed as an arrow juts from his throat. A wet gurgle comes from his throat and he dives toward you in a blind rage. He tackles you to the ground, his azure blood dripping from his wound all over your exposed skin.

You struggle beneath him as his hands find your throat and try to **** the life out of you. You act on instinct, taking the second arrow held firmly between your fingers and drive it through the eye on the side of his head.

With a painful roar, he lets go of you, grabbing at the arrow in his skull. Try as he might, the two arrows gain the better of him, causing him to topple sideways and squirm on the ground until all the life leaves his body.

You quickly get up, trying to gather your breath. You fall against a nearby tree, taking deep gasps. Even by the time you manage to catch your breath, you feel yourself panting deeply.

You realize you’re covered in Dereek’s blood, and just like his other bodily fluids, it has a maddening effect on your lust. You quickly take the rag holding your breasts and tear it off, wiping away as much of the dark blood as you can.

But despite your efforts, your skin has already soaked up plenty of the pleasure inducing chemicals. You find yourself reaching your hand between your thighs, digging two—even three—finger into your hot quim. You finger yourself desperately, trying to rid yourself of that hot feeling boiling in your loins. You close your eyes and imagine being with the love of your life, being passionately taken in the warmth of the sun.

“Well, well. Look at this,” you suddenly hear a deep, booming voice. Your eyes shoot open, seeing a pair of imposing figures. Two minotaur stand over you, their eyes leering at your near-naked form. The two creatures are pure muscle, their tan, cow-hide bodies covered in some loose armor and rags. Snorts come from their bullish heads as they reach for you and raise by the arms into the air.

“You think she’s with the bull-slayer bitch?” one aks, watching you struggle hopelessly against his grip.

“Why else would she be out here? The better question is, why’s the slut fingering herself in the wild?”

“Look over there. It’s one of those damn lizards. Looks like she managed to kill it. See? She’s got its blood all over herself. I heard that stuff can really get a woman going.”

“Should we take her with us?”

“Of course. These bull-slayers have much to pay for. She’ll be put to good use.”

As you continue to struggle, you’re carried away. After only a few minutes, you spot the creature’s camp where another couple of half-man, half-bull males are sitting near some tents and make-shift rugs.

“Look what we found,” the minotaur holding you says. “Another bull-slaying woman.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about! Let me go!” you protest to no avail.

“She one of your buddies?” a bull turns to ask someone in the camp. You realize that, laying tied up amongst the bulls, is a blonde woman. She struggles against her bounds and yells against a gag, her eyes full of fury.

“You may have killed the chieftan and most of our kind, but us minos are not so easily scattered. We’ll have you repay for all that you have done against our people,” one of the minotaur says to the blonde woman.

You’re thrown to the ground in front of the group. You try to get up, but you realize your body’s not cooperating. The lizard’s blood has had a bigger effect on you than you thought. You simply groan and squirm in place as your arousal becomes overwhelming.

“What’s wrong with her?” a bull asks.

“Looks like she’s all hot and bothered thanks to some lizardman blood. Found her fringing herself in the forest. To be honest, it kind of turned me on watching her go at herself.”

“Are you saying you want a go at her now?”

“Sure. Why wait to breed the bull-slaying heifers?”

The bulls laugh and nod, agreeing to the idea.

“You hear that, heifer?” a minotaur asks the blonde woman. “We’re going to start mating you here and now. You’ll do well to bear us a new chieftain.” You see the blonde woman yell against her gag and struggle more, realizing for the first time what the bulls plan to do to her.

You, likewise, gasp in horror as a pair of minotaur stand over you.