Shortly after I left, the old crone muttered to herself, “Poor dear, I forgot to warn her that it’s minotaur season.”
After a long, fruitless day of a whole lot of nothing worth collecting bounties on, I was getting desperate, and frustrated. I didn’t really think much of it, until I felt a bump run into my teeth. And from what I’ve picked up from gossip around the village, she was quite beautiful, though her massive F cups probably helped with that. The taste was still the same, but the texture was much closer to syrup. I wondered when it would stop trying to hold them back from penetrating farther than nature intended. Worse yet, with all of my body weight being supported by just my neck, all my weight helped to push him in all the much faster.
