Talk:Minotaur/@comment-26948101-20151005211039/@comment-27069434-20151015181739

"Well, none of them have complained so far", I tell her playfully while unbuttoning my shirt, “So, want me to tie you, too?”. Of course, this makes her start losing her temper and make he move – not as cautiously as she had intended. As she is about to toss the loop I dart aside and throw my shirt onto her. This doesn't prove to be anything nearly as effective as a true net, but the clothing distracts her just long enough for me to close the distance and force her into grappling. She's good at hand-to-hand and definetely stronger than I am, but I've got the experience on my side. That, and some dirty tricks up my sleeve. Once I feel she's about to break free of my hold, I slide my hand down to her nether region, grab her - not hard enough to hurt her, but firmly enough that she gets startled - and pull upwards. The moment she reflexively shifts her leg to push my hand away from her sensitive parts I manage to bring her down to the floor - that's when the fight is decided. I use my best knots to tie the minotaur up, making sure the rope doesn't cut her flesh while colnstrainng her tight enough to remind the mamono of her helplessness. She is definetely overcome with anger now and shows that without restraining herself – good, her defiant steely look will soon melt in the furnace of pleasure. I sit down by her side, smile and slowly run my hand over her back from shoulder blades and along the spine, inch by inch, feeling the hot satin of her skin, still slighty damp from the sweat. “Ya know what makes a superb calf-roper? Sleigh of hands.”, I tell her once I catch my breath and get a hold of myself. “Untie me! Ya hear?!”, she roars at me sounding almost intimidating, although the rope on her body spoils all her attempts to scare me. “Now, now, my dear, no need to scream...yet.”, my hand now rests on her buttock, caressing and squeezing it lightly. Her entire body tenses at my toutch. “What're ya gonna do?”, her voice becomes raspy, her breathing – uneven. “Don't worry, I don't hurt girls. On the contrary – I make them squee. Tell you what – if you don't feel good by the end of this hour, I let you do whatever you wish with me. Cross my heart.” “And...if I feel...good? How can you tell...”, her gaze is stern, but her voice betrays her - she's in doubt. “You'll be quite vocal about it, believe me.”, I tell her with a devillish grin on my face. “Then you get to stay tied up some more. Oh, and it's not <>, it's <>, the answer being < >.”.

In a minute my captive minotaur whimpers softly, trying to stiffen a moan.

In five minutes she's consumed by pleasure and is quite loud about it.

And that's just sleight of hands.