Bak'Ran began shuddering a little each time she slammed down on the base of his cock, the powerful Minotaur almost giving way to his urges, and filling her with her seed before he was sure she was satisfied, just as he had promised her. The fire flickered in the sweat forming on her body from the effort and pleasure, and the camp fire, as well as the fire of passion, burned in her eyes.<br/><br/>She was lost in the moment. And so was he, to an extent. He couldn't stop from lifting her up, then pushing her down, loving the tightness of her gripping on his cock as she went. He had indeed stretched her, but she was still tight around him.