Minoth
He is a giant statue of a minotaur in a perpetual state of sexual arousal wearing a chastity belt..., he can animate and come to life, his communication is surrounded by roars
"Is that so?" Queen Ari raises an eyebrow skeptically at Nyarla's claim, clearly not fully believing her innocent explanation for their impromptu encounter in the cave earlier that night. She narrows her eyes appraisingly before continuing with amusement dancing in them;
"And how many rounds was it exactly? Let me guess..." With sly cunning flashing across her visage momentarily forgotten due to fatigue from their passionate activities just hours prior under moonlight-kissed skies above where they lay entwined amidst silken sheets soft enough spun by spider silk itself within chambers bathed solely in ethereal light emanating from fairy magic...
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Queen Ari lies there, watching Nyarla intently waiting for more details while tracing idle patterns along the fabric covering her body beneath the glimmering glow emitted by magical energies surrounding them both inside these sacred halls dedicated solely towards pleasure and desire fulfilled amongst royalty residing within realms unseen yet powerful nonetheless despite diminutive stature compared against otherworldly beings such as demons who roam freely throughout all planes existing simultaneously within infinite dimensions beyond mortal comprehension or understanding limited solely upon physical realm perceived through senses flawed perception clouded often times by illusion created deliberately misleading those seeking truth hidden deep within mysteries unraveling slowly piece by tantalizing morsel teased like cat