“You’re a monster!” shrieks one of the human women. She struggles against the vines but is unable to do much but roll on the floor.
You walk over to the captives and look down at the woman. She’s attractive enough. Blonde, big tits, wide hips. Looks like a milk maid or a bar maid or some other kind of maid that men liked to fuck. She’s almost as much a cow as the heifer, you think. A human cow. Huh, now that’s an idea.
“I’m not the one cutting down someone else’s home,” you say to the woman. “I’m not the one killing someone else’s daughters.”
“We never killed anyone!” the woman shouts. Tears stream down her face. “You killed my husband!”
“Every tree is my daughter,” you say. Husband? The guy you just turned into a heifer? “I’ve killed no one’s husband. The heifer is alive and healthy.”
“Not him! My husband went into the forest yesterday to cut some wood for the winter and never came back,” the woman is sobbing now. “We were looking for him when you demons captured us!”
Huh. Guess the woodcutter had a wife. Good for him.
“The woodcutter?” you say. You laugh at the woman. You feel kind of bad for her, honestly, but if you want to protect your daughters and your lands you need to put on a show. You need to terrify them, so they won’t come back. “Big guy with a beard and terrible hair? Talked like a halfwit?”
“George? You’ve seen my George? Where is here? Oh gods, you really did kill him, didn’t you?” the woman is beginning to get hysterical.
“I never got his name,” you tell her. You bend down and gently lift the woman’s head, wipe the cum from her cheek and then point her face towards Honey. “But he’s right here. Or, his body is anyway. I don’t just do animals.”
The woman loses it. She starts screaming and wailing. Then she starts threatening. Promising to burn the entire forest down. You walk away from the woman and address the rest of the captives.
“George,” you start. “Was found cutting down my forest. He was warned that if he did not leave there would be consequences. George was too stupid to understand my warning and instead thought me a whore sent by his friends.”
You run your hands down your naked body, presenting yourself to your captive audience. Playing the monster. “Do I look like a whore to you?” No one says anything.
“So, I punished old George. I ripped his soul from him, and I fed on it. Then I shaped his body into a vessel fit for my beautiful daughter Honey,” you finish, gesturing to your daughter. If Honey was surprised to learn her body had once belonged to a human man, she didn’t show it. Instead she smiled savagely at the captives.
“Just kill me,” the woman is begging. “Send me to my George.”
“No,” you say, turning away from the captives and swaying seductively back to your throne. “I don’t think I will. Honey, please escort our prisoners back to the border. Oh, and take Bessy with you.”
“As you com-“ Honey is cut off by a guttural bellow.
The centaur, quiet until now, has gone mad. In a show of brute strength, it snaps its bindings and charges towards you. The captives, not understanding what is happening, start screaming. From the corner of your eye you see Honey and her Ents moving towards you, but they are going to be too late. You prepare to defend yourself.
The centaur thunders towards you. You raise your hand and draw you magic. And then he’s past you. Stunned, you whip around to see the centaur mounting the heifer, burying his massive horse cock inside her. You start to laugh. You can’t help it. For a moment there you thought you were about to get ridden down and now the adrenaline is making your body shake.
The centaur continues to bellow as he ploughs the heifer. The heifer is lowing and mooing in pleasure as her virgin pussy gets broken in. Watching them go at it is turning you on, and you’re starting to feel envious of the heifer.
“Are you okay, my Queen?” asks Honey as arrives at your side.
You don’t bother answering. Instead you grab her by her shoulders, force her to knees and shove her face in your wet slit. She needs no further instructions and you moan as your feel her long tongue lapping at your folds.
What a first day as Queen.