Translations:Codex: Bull’s Strength/9/en

Instead, her erections were becoming more frequent. Uncontrollable. She had a hair trigger, and no amount of self chastisement could sway her from the fact that she was falling in love with the pleasure. And lately, her nightly fantasies were less about squealing little gnoll-boys spreading their cheeks for her new manhood, and more about the mind-shattering pleasure of feeling a minotaur’s hands around her puffy black teats, milking her until she creamed herself again and again around his pistoning bull-cock.