Magiste clattered to the floor as the minotaur applied even more pressure around her torso. She could have easily gotten out of his grip when he first put his arms around her, even as drunk as she was. But it would have forced her to attack her assailant, and she didn't feel like injuring or even killing the man-beast, not until it was absolutely necessary. With her body now at the mercy of these uber-masculine creatures, she couldn't help but feel a stir reach her womanhood.<br/><br/>As she stared at Gwyneth, she seemed to have the same idea about the situation. Instead of resisting her "capture", she was wriggling suggestively in the arms of the minotaur, her ass stimulating his groin area. Already she noticed that Gwyneth's poor captor was having a hard time - literally - containing his raging hard-on.<br/><br/>Adelina herself could feel the warm breath of her captor in her neck, his sniffing nose as he took in the sweet aroma of her soft hair. Her muscles relaxed as she completely let go of the desire to resist their "ordeal". She wrapped her own legs around his, hooking her feet and calves behind his kneecaps, and starting to gyrate her own posterior onto the Minotaurs crotch. She could feel an instant reaction stirring right underneath the loin cloths they used to cover their manhood. A subdued grunt was her reward as she felt the man's rod spring to life almost instantly. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><em>Ooooh</em>, I think he likes me, Gwyneth."</span></span>, she cooed.