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His massive hands held Sophie\u2019s thighs, keeping her steady. Sophie reached out, grabbing his hips for purchase. Her blood rushed to her head, making her dizzy, heightening the trance. The minotaur\u2019s cock was right there. She opened her mouth and took it back in. Gravity helped her now; he slid down her throat effortlessly. At the same time, Tassos leaned forward. His bovine head, with its wet nose and long tongue, moved toward her exposed crotch. He nuzzled her panties aside with his snout.<\/p>\n

Sophie gasped around his cock as she felt his hot breath on her vulva. Then, his tongue. It was huge, strong, and slick with his saliva. It lashed out, smothering her cunt, dragging the folds, and tasting her clit in a single swipe. His drool was plentiful and warm, pouring into and into her cunt as he lapped with slow, powerful licks. “Oh!” she tried to scream, but her mouth was full. The sound came out as a muffled vibration against his shaft. The sensation was overwhelming. The blood rushing to her head, the huge, beastly cock in her throat, the rough tongue lapping at her cunt.<\/p>\n

It was sensory overload. The mark on her neck was burning, feeding on the public humiliation, the taboo bestial intimacy, the sheer impossibility of the position. She sucked him frantically, her hands kneading his furry thighs. Tassos groaned, his hips bucking upward, driving his cock deeper into her gullet and bulging her throat while his tongue worked her over relentlessly. The crowd went wild. They cheered, they applauded, they gasped.<\/p>\n

Men and women alike pressed forward, mesmerized by the spectacle of the upside-down woman in the red dress devouring the beast while he devoured her. A few were even beginning to touch themselves and each other to the obscene spectacle. “Look at her!” Mezmor shouted over the noise.<\/p>\n

“She loves it! She lives for it! The curse is her gift!” Sophie was no thought of resisting or denying the mesmerist\u2019s words. There was only the rhythm. Suck, swallow, moan. The roughness of his tongue was driving her to the edge. She felt the pressure building in her belly, the familiar coil of the orgasm tightening. “She’s close!” Mezmor announced, playing the crowd like a fiddle.<\/p>\n

“Tassos! Finish her!” The minotaur roared. He clamped his hands tighter on her thighs. He sucked on her clit, creating a vacuum seal, plunged his thick tongue deep, and simultaneously thrust his hips upward. Sophie convulsed.<\/p>\n

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This book and all its contents are copyright 2026 by Amanda Clover. All rights are reserved and no portions may be reproduced unless for the use of brief quotations for review purposes. All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental. OceanofPDF.com Table of Contents Book Seven: High Society Map of Aropa Chapter One: A Familiar New Low Chapter Two: A Relatively Decent Proposal Chapter Three: Bothering the Livestock Chapter Four: A Party Favor Chapter Five: Milk Run Chapter Six: The Steeplechase Chapter Seven: A Deal is Struck Chapter Eight: The Midnight Gala Chapter Nine: Welcome to Sivarna OceanofPDF.com Map of Aropa OceanofPDF.com 1 A Familiar New Low The Pig\u2019s Whistle was not a tavern that prided itself on hygiene, decor, or the quality of its clientele.<\/p>\n

In fact, it didn\u2019t pride itself on anything. It was a place of last resort. A hole in the wall near the docks of Thoulon, the sort of place where the sawdust on the floor was mostly there to soak up spilled drinks and bodily fluids. The air was thick with the smell of unwashed bodies, cheap tobacco, and the previously aforementioned bodily fluids, a sensory assault that would have turned the stomach of a lesser woman.<\/p>\n

Sophie Almod\u00f3var breathed it in like summer breeze. “Ha! Is that all you’ve got?” she roared, slamming the back of a burly sailor’s hand onto the sticky wood of the table. The impact rattled the mugs and sent a spray of foam into the air. The sailor, a man with lewdly tattooed forearms the size of cured hams and a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp, stared at his defeated hand in disbelief.<\/p>\n

He looked up at Sophie, his eyes wide. She was flushed, sweaty, and magnificent. Her white peasant blouse was slipping off one shoulder, revealing the creamy swell of her left breast and the dark, stiff peak of her nipple pressing against the thin fabric. Her hair was a wild, dark mane, and her eyes burned with a feverish, intoxicated light. “Another!” Sophie shouted, sweeping the sailor\u2019s wager into her cleavage. The silver coins dropped between her breasts and the cold metal against her hot skin sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.<\/p>\n

“Who\u2019s next? You? The one with the eyepatch? Or you, the one who looks like he fucked a goat and the goat didn’t enjoy it?” “Sophie, please,” a voice hissed in her ear. Cornett V.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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