He didn't mind at all that she was distracted. Asterion liked giving pleasure almost more than receiving it. It was just such an alien thing to him still, for someone to find pleasure and happiness from something he did, rather than horror or revulsion. Those fluttering eyelids and those gasps and the way she clung to him - it was heady and addicting and he loved it.
He quickened the pace of his fingers and he leaned in to trail kisses from her throat down to those perfect breasts. He circled her nipple with his tongue, before - every so carefully - taking it into his mouth. And this was a heady thing too - time was, being in the mouth of the minotaur was a one way ticket to death. Now he had only a smaller death in mind, le petit mort.