“As I held her fast, there emerged from the nearby wood an imposing figure. He had the head of a bull and the body of a man, and his erect member was of such girth as to make the nymph in my arms gasp in lusty anticipation and fear.” The room turned, as one, to the Baron Hawthorn. Hawthorn raised a single eyebrow. A breathless silence hung over them. “You can all go and fuck yourselves,” he said.
