Gwyneth yelped as brawny, *strong* arms closed around her slender limbs- And pulled, hauling the armored paladiness up, her legs dangling a full inch above the ground, her stomach lurching at the sudden departure! There was an oddly *pleased* note to her voice, despite the oh-so-vulnerable position...She could feel the powerfully clenched chest of the minotaur against her back, its hot, damp breath gusting down onto her glossy, golden hair!<br/><br/>A commotion from the side told her Adelina had been neatly snagged, too...Both warrior women rising, apparently helpless, in the grasp of the savage bull-men! Except- Lady Gwyneth had *seen* Adelina flatten a troll with a punch before, the Amazon's lithe frame belying a fearsome strength...And Gwyenth herself, while certainly not *as* strong as a minotaur, had the resilience and power her own devotions afforded her!<br/><br/>But again...*Drunk*. Her eyes darted to Adelina, who'd seemed to be tensing...And Gwyneth's icy blue eyes drooped in a clear, amused wink! This could be *fun*- "Oooooh, are you going to *punish* us?" the lady knight cooed, her voice fluttering, breathy; Her ample chest rising and falling, temptingly, as her breath quickened at the skin-to-skin contact with the humanoid lifting her, a slow redness spreading beneath her albaster skin...<br/><br/>"Your *sons*, hmmmmm?" she continued, blithely, her firm ass squirming playfully against the taut groin of her 'captor', a low giggle in her throat as *something* hard nestled between her cheeks, nuzzling against her plaited skirt. "I've *always* had a thing for older men..." Gwyneth murmured, eyes coyly downcast, heels tapping against the minotaur's legs...