Relishing your victory, you breathe deeply, shivering and stretching. The beast-man is on his back with his legs splayed, masturbating hopelessly. His anguished moans tell you all you need to know – he’ll never get off alone. You smile, blushing in anticipation, readying yourself for the coming bliss.

You shed your wizard’s robes and step over its waist, trembling slightly with anticipation of your next fix. Taking his flared drug-nozzle in hand, you hold it steady and lower yourself down, feeling his slippery narcotic pre-cum smearing over your hole. You have to push harder and harder to get it inside you, even with the copious lube’s drug-like affects relaxing your sphincter. The penetration is slow, but inch by inch you force it inside you. Your backdoor becomes so stretched that it gapes continually. The minotaur’s eyes open wide as he lets out a lustful 'Moooooo'. He doesn’t struggle or even move – you’re giving him exactly what he wants, after all.

You bottom out, sighing happily as you feel his hot fluids leaking inside you, radiating pure pleasure out from your core. Bestial hands grab your lavish cherry-like nubs and begin gently twisting them, taking surprising care for all their strength. Spurred on by the feelings radiating from your breasts and hungry for even more bliss, you begin bouncing atop the defeated beast, repeatedly squeezing and relaxing yourself around him, trying to wring out the maximum possible amount of fluid.

A flood of heated liquid pumps into you all at once as the minotaur caves in to your full-body stroking and squeezing of his massive shaft. It swells inside you, pulsating a moment just before the next jet unloads into you. You giggle uncontrollably as the effects of the ever-increasing spooge-load spread to your brain. It feels as if your thoughts are struggling through cotton-candy, a pleasant pink fuzz that makes it hard to do anything but drool happily as you’re pumped full of the drug you crave.

You zone out, dimly aware of your hands roaming over your body in a wave of orgiastic sensations. The uncomfortable feeling of being packed so full is completely masked by the artificial drug that fills every pore of your body, and you keep bouncing not realizing that the minotaur has finished cumming. You find yourself wishing life could be like this for every moment of every day, blissful and pleasure-filled.

An hour or so later, you pick yourself up out of a puddle of mud that reeks of sex. Still feeling groggy and euphoric, you get dressed, not bothering to clean up. You have to work to keep your butthole clenched, lest you lose some of the drug making you so happy.

You grab 9 gems and 26 XP from your victory.
The minotaur’s axe appears to have been broken during the fight, rendering it useless.
There is a vial of Minotaur blood on your defeated opponent. There is no room for a vial of Minotaur blood in your inventory. You may replace the contents of a pouch with a vial of Minotaur blood or abandon it.