Arya remembered her past fights on the mountains, mostly against hellhounds, goblings and imps. But one creature caused her the biggest amount of problems, the minotaurs, with their strength, and their choice of weaponry.
Maybe Arya could drink some of their blood to become stronger, scratching aside the risk of her turning into one of them. The noble knight putted on her dragon scale armor and grabbed her claymore, before exiting her cabin and heading to the mountain.
After dealing with a few imps, Arya entered a cavern, a spot where minotaurs usually stood.
She tightly held her weapon, looking left and right for any sign of activity, she almost got raped once by one of those creatures, and she won't allow it to happen again.
While keeping close attention to her surroundings, loud footsteps approached Arya, the knight quickly turned around, and found herself face to face with one of those bovine creatures, who was wielding a whip.
A minotaur lord! He will be the perfect creature to harvest blood from. Without hesitation, Arya struck the minotaur lord, her claymore scarring part of the bovine's chest.
The beast grunted, as he lifted its whip, wrapping it around Arya, ensnaring her.
The beast let out a loud chuckle as it removed its loin cloth, revealing its throbbing equine dick, dripping with globs of pre.
Arya gave a disgusted grunt, as she struggled out of the whip, leaving the beast astounded, until Arya charged and stabbed her blade in the minotaur's chest.
The creature's lifeless body fell on the ground as Arya picked up two small vials from her backpack, filing them both with the blood of the minotaur.
After atleast a day and a half, Arya kept hunting minotaurs and collecting their blood in small vials, Until she collected 15 of them.
She was about to start drinking them all, until she thought of the consequences, what if she actually turned into one of those horny beasts?
After thinking for a while, she decided to...