The enormous hulky form of the taurus grumbled a laugh at the bumble-bees pitiful attempts at making him stop. He hardly felt anything of her tiny fists batting against his strong abdomen. With a single hand he had swooped her up and close to his musky smelling figure and paid close attention to the little stinger that was quivering behind her so deliciously well-formed bum. Apparently the dumb brute had handled her kind before, and seemed to know exactly what he was doing, that was up until that freaking cat came and fucked things up for him.<br/><br/><br/>He could feel the sudden sharp sting of pain right in his inner thigh and he yelped out in disgust. He had been distracted, by the chesire cat suddenly appearing next to his ear, and almost lost his grip on the girl. But she still hung there, her stinger sunken deep into his flesh as it released her poison. The bull was enraged and seemed to wait for something to happen, stretching and flexing his fingers in anticipation to what was about to come. But nothing happened, and he cried out in a mixture of surprise and relief before grabbing the girl with both hands, a lot rougher this time.<br/><br/><b>''You're not so smart are you, nothing ha.. ha...''</b><br/><br/>Suddenly the smug look upon the Minotaur's face disappeared and the bulls eyes began to dilate rapidly. His previous pinpointed unintelligent pupils had grown so large, there was no telling in which colour his irises had at first been. Drool began to seep out of his mouth, and his face was devoid of anything that seemed to indicate the demon was in possession of a mind. Instead a sudden a warmth had begun to grow, rapidly, from his loins and made his enormous bulbous dick throb ever so painfully. The demonic bull grunted, his toxic mind fixated on the honey between the bees legs and he began to lift her up high in the air. Accidental hooking one horn underneath her leg, and the other, who was ridiculously curved upwards, seemed to rub over her clitoris.<br/><br/>This all happened in an attempt from the man to try and lick up the girls juices, his long cow-like rough tongue reaching out and slithering over her folds and in between her buttcheeks. There was no rhythm, no purpose to any of his movements apart from trying to lick and suckle up as much of the dew that her sex was so vulgarly coated in. He even tried shaking the bumble-bees legs, almost as if she was a bottle of sauce, and he tried to drain out the last remains of it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>