Rub your clit and wait for the minotaur to tell you if you're done. They may need something else.
From Create Your Own Story
"Hm," the minotaur says, gingerly lapping up the last streaks of milk from your breasts, "seems like you enjoyed it. But our store rooms are pretty much full now, and plenty of new mouths to feed too. You've earned your place in these woods. Camp here all you like."
"I had my brother make some enchantments to your armor," the snake man adds, bringing in the new set of gear. You recognize the metal plates, but aside from that, most of your armor had been changed.
You clean yourself, either wiping off the cum with a towel or just licking it up, and then try on the armor. It's a lot lighter, the leather straps replaced with animal pelts. You take issue with the missing chainmail underneath, but you notice a thin shimmering barrier in its place. Silk, a single layer of thin silk that was almost invisible to the eye. It glistened with the recognizable glow of magic, and once you put it on, it hugs to your body.
It's especially tight around your groin, clinging to your skin. Before you were covered up by mail armor, but now your clit is exposed through the gaps in your plate armor. At least visually exposed, you know that the enchanted silk would never break to simple strikes from arrows or maces. But, you do wonder what it would feel like to have an arrow harmlessly penetrate your pussy.
You shake the thought from your mind. Helping creatures maintain their livelihood was a good thing, but indulging lust for lust's sake was not why you became a paladin. Or maybe you've found your true calling and holy task here?
You put on the rest of the armor and thank them. The minotaur also presents your with a gift.
"I bottled it myself," she says, handing you three glass jars of white liquid. The minotaur's magical healing milk. You dip your finger in one and taste the sweet drink and it immediately drenches your nethers.
"I'll, uh," you cough a bit, forcing yourself to regain composure. "I'll use it sparingly."
You big the village farewell, flashing your pussy through your new armor at a few other centaurs who complain about missing the ritual, and follow Hinnus out to the edge of the woods, where you see smoke coming from your camp.
