The Minotaur girl's heavy footsteps shook the ground as she approached Arthur. Her massive tits bounced with each step, her thick body radiating strength and primal hunger. She wasn't here to dominate him in any conventional sense—but she was here to take what she wanted.
With a low growl, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back against the furs. Her fingers dug into his flesh as she straddled him, her weight pressing down on his chest. She wasn't gentle—she was solid, unrelenting, but not in a cruel way. Her large body seemed to consume him, her thick thighs pinning him down as she guided his cock to her dripping pussy.
"Ready?" she asked, her voice rough but full of desire.
Arthur smirked, grabbing her waist and lifting her slightly.
"You're the one in control right now," he said, a challenge in his tone.
