The minotaur's tongue eagerly caught every last drop of her juices, swirling and plunging to catch every bit as she throbbed and came around writhing muscle, even enjoying the taste a little. But the fact remained that this was nothing but the appetizer before the main course, and her ministrations had done nothing but made him all the more eager to take her as his slave and vent on her his sexual frustration. When every drop is gone, his strong, massive hands pulled her from on top of him, and, shifting, he set her down, growling in his low, rumbling voice, his voice brooking no protest.<br/><br/>"<em>On. All. Fours.</em>"