Lady Gwyneth's legs buckled beneath her, splaying as she sank to the floor; The lovely paladiness's eyes were bright, her form soft and pliant beneath the older minotaur's strong grasp- A whimper, a *moan* parted her full lips, the honey-blonde lady knight hardly *believing* what she was about to do...About to let *happen* to her!<br/><br/>"Oh, *Gods*," she whispered, as the pulse throbbed in her temples...Her own, buried lust for the monstrous races at a slow boil! Her lips parted, moving soundlessly as she felt the beast's *hands* on her, fumbling with the clasps of her surplice- Shivering at the sheer *closeness* of it. The alcohol pulsing through her blood made her dizzy, gave it all a surreal haze; At some point, it'd effortlessly disarmed her, but...<br/><br/>A flicker of worry- Wait, *breed* her? -  started to cut through the fog...But the bullman's musk filled her nostrils, and she couldn't- Didn't *want* to resist, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her pale skin...Long, coltish legs quivering ever-so-slightly beneath her skirt, a hot whine pulsing in her throat as she began to pant, with mingled dread and excitement...Wondering if this was all some strange, hazy dream!