“What are you?” I ask, before even realizing it. Shame heats my cheeks as I realize my rudeness, but he just gives a low, deep laugh.“A minotaur... young one.” He rumbles to me. The word ‘minotaur’ feels familiar, but I can’t remember where from. He moves towards me, bringing him close enough to really see how big he is. I have to crane my neck just to see his face, and I’m not exactly a short girl. Over seven feet, I’d guess. Easily seven-and-a-half. He steps forward, close enough that I can. I take a sip and it's one of my favorites, Blue Lemonade. Still nothing is said. After what seems like an eternity, the driver stops again. A few moments later, the door opens and someone else gets in the limo. Now, I know we have stopped and picked up at least two other people.As the driver pulls away, I feel someone part my legs; I can feel soft kissed on my thighs and then a tongue on my clit. Next, I feel my top being pulled down and my breasts being caressed, then my nipples being licked. You call it my luck or grace of god; I landed at the same office after 3 months for audit which I never expected even in my wildest dreams. On the day one itself, I went and talked to her. I think she too felt my intentions. I learned that she is married and it was a surprise to me. We just had some casual talks during the breaks and I found that she was interested to have a talk. Couple of days passed and I really wanted to be in touch with her. The interest was building up as I was saying her. He was expected to take over an Arling full of nobles who’d only ever followed Rendon because he bribed or threatened them to, and commoners who’d been abused by his father and the other nobles for years. He was already aware of threats on his life – and he didn’t think the conspirators would hesitate to involve anyone he cared for in their games.He didn’t have a problem with them coming after him; he was prepared for it, knew the likely players and how they worked, and had the support of the.