For a moment, she had a result. Once her touch resumed, the Minotaur felt himself throbbing a little harder. His breathing grew more ragger, harder, deeper as he tried to focus on his tale.<strong> "...She... was loved... by many. A boy. A man-at-arms. A miller's son."</strong>, he growled once more. He was actually almost to the point of trully purring for her.<br/><br/>Her touch made him almost jumpy on the chainst hat bound himself. Had she not been careful with safeting and checking up the bondage, he could be pouncing on Callisto right now out of his need for release. Right at the glistening tip of his hardness, however, suddenly the minotaur's bullhood started to drip precum. It was a liquid, strong-scented fluid of white, too diluted to have much of his actual seed, but a herald of what he had more to offer.<br/><br/><strong>"And... And..."</strong>