The tang of thick sticky pre-cum that oozed out of the tip of Drakmir's cock slit.   Rolled over her tongue.   Tangy in taste,  whether or not it was different from human or not.   Alanna had no act or memory to recall and compare.   She slide her mouth off of his cock as the droplets of cum slid down her throat.<br/><br/>Shivering in both the strange feeling of heat that holds her tummy in a tight knot and the fear that seeps in.    The minotaur is huge, his cock far larger then anything her mother had taken.   He made the drow look puny in comparision, even the orcs and ogres.<br/><br/>She rise up and would move towards the bed.   The fear gripping her now.   Even as her body screamed for what is to come.  Begged for it with each step she took.    A part of her wanted to run, to seek anyplace but here.  Belittling the words she had mouth minutes before in her voicing of her body's desire.<br/><br/>But a lifetime of conditioning of obedience would not have her run.   It is not courage,  it is simply what she has been shaped to be.  Lowering herself onto the bed as she draped herself on it.  Her feet planted on the ground.   Spreading her legs as commanded.   Swallowing dryly in her throat.   The after taste of his semen that tickled out and captured strong in after taste in her mouth.<br/><br/>Even as internally the slave fought her own fears.   She did as Drakmir commanded.  Now bent over the bed, her legs postured in a spread.   Her sex swollen exposed to him.   Her folds thick and wet with the arousal that burns in her.