Liandra thought maybe the satyrs could help, but they appeared to have other plans.
“Gods of the wood!” one of the satyrs exclaims, “Why are we still talking to them, rather than fucking them?!” Liandra saw that his prick is already standing up from his furry loins. Although no match for Taurus’s, or even Calcifer’s, it was larger than Rodrik’s was.
“Yeah!” another one cried. “They’re the first things with pussies we’ve seen in months! They’re even pretty under that dirt – not that it matters; I’d fuck a night hag right now.” He was even more aroused than his comrade, and had already begun slowly jerking his cock with his fist in anticipation.
“Right, Taurus,” the last said, just as obviously hard “I’m surprised you’ve taken this long to get down to it. Wouldn’t you like to ruin one of those tight little cunnies with your rod? Hells, even if you’re keen on her using her mouth, there’s better stuff she can do with it than talk.”
Liandra thought fast. The satyrs’ words were already working on the minotaur, making its massive cock rise and swell to even greater proportions. It was seeming less and less likely they could get out of this situation without being raped by the lustful monsters. But perhaps there was still a way to gain there assistance.
She bowed humbly. “Sirs, my lover and I would be honored to service your manhoods, so that you will be ready when we lead the attack on the cave to liberate your women.” The tone was one she had been schooled in as a child: calming, conciliatory and subtly persuasive. She was sure her teachers had never imagined her using it in these circumstances.
Rosalia drew a sharp, shocked breath. Liandra was not sure if this was at the princess prostituting herself to get what she wanted, at the fact she had so casually included Rosalia’s own body in the offer, the way she’d referred to the pair of them as ‘lovers’, or just at the prospect of being taken by these massively endowed monsters.
Liandra herself found the prospect intimidating, but to her surprise it was also arousing. She loved Rosalia’s caresses, and would not give them up for the world. But although she had only had two cocks in her life, the sight of these beastmen’s manhoods made her realize she desperately craved more. |