<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YBGoEQP.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Bullinda Holstein<br/><strong>Monster: </strong>Minotaur<br/><strong>Age: </strong>19<br/><strong>Day and Time:</strong>Week 1 - Monday Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Track<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Lustlie, open<br/><hr/><br/>Chatting with Piper had been, for various reasons, rather<em>pleasant</em>. Their velvety voice seeming to stroke all sorts of strange places inside the minotaur's brain. And while she wasn't normally super chatty, she found herself conversing more than usual just to hear more of their voice, almost unconciously. However right as they were about to start assisting her with her stretches they suddenly announced they had to go, some almost forgotten appointment calling their attention away. Bullinda let out a deep sigh through her nose as she watched the lithe figure race off, suddenly feeling oddly achy and frustrated, as if her body had been working up towards something nice and was abruptly denied.<br/><br/>Shaking her head she simply went back to her stretches, as best as she could without a partner, though fate would end up throwing her a bone sooner rather than later. However as she ran her hands up and down her powerful legs, she noticed that her skin felt...good...incredibly good actually. And the feeling of her muscles stretching out felt oddly sensual, images of her body being stretched out in<em>other</em>ways suddenly flashing through her head. It wasn't until she heard a familiar voice behind her that she realized what the source of this newfound sensitivity must have been.<br/><br/>"Oh...Lustlie..." Bullinda murmured, glancing over her shoulder at the young incubus, who for some reason looked even more delectable than normal. Normally Bullinda wasn't all that affected by Lustlie's sex aura. Well, in truth she wasn't, but she was much more disciplined about it than most, who would usually find themselves driven to fuck anyone nearby if his powers go out of hand. Because of this Bullinda was usually a "safe zone" whenever Lustlie needed to get away from people who wanted to molest him on sight. However there was something different about the red headed minotaur's demeanor as she slowly rose to her feet. She seemed more...tense, than normal, her blush deeper, her brows furrowing as she stared intently at the boy, as if locked in some profound inner battle as she leered at him.<br/><br/>"Hide?...alright..." Bullinda trailed off softly. Perhaps it was because Lustlie's aura was so strong this morning, perhaps it was because Piper's voice had already chipped away at her defenses, either way in the blink of an eye Lustlie would find himself comically thrown over the larger, stronger woman's shoulder, caveman style, as Bullinda carried him over behind the screechers (bleachers). The bull woman offered no warning nor explanation as she gently, yet firmly dropped the boy down and mounted ontop of him, her thick, soft thighs carressing against his own as she drove her knee up between his slender legs, preventing him from closing them and gently nudging against his crotch, her weight pinned him down effortlessly, "Lustlie...." she muttered again, panting softly, a hazy, almost apologetic look in her eyes as she reached down and grabbed his tail in one hand and a thick handful of his cute little butt in the other, starting to gently stroke the sensitive appendage while groping and spreading his cheeks, her finger tips even brushing lightly against his tight hole, "Help me...stretch..." she panted, lustful pheromones literally dripping off her body, the small nook beneath the screechers suddenly thick with the scent of feminine excitement.