Jeff ran after the female, his huge strides covering the distance in no time.
She tried to run thought a thicket, perhaps thinking it was too tight for him to follow, but he made short work of the small trees and was upon her in seconds. She screamed in terror as she was knocked to the ground and as his massive hands, still covered in the blood of her traveling companions, ripped away her clothes. She knew a few incantations that might have been able to help, but the minitaur knocked her in the head and she couldn't think straight enough to say them.
It didn't matter. Before his transformation, Jeff would never have considered doing this, but the monster he was had nothing in his head but bloodlust. Blinded by lust and rage, he rammed his massive penis into her, hearing her scream in pain and terror. It only made him more blind to what he was doing, and he felt himself cum, and cum.
Once his lust was sated, he slumped back, holding his mate tightly as she whimpered softly in pain and fear.
Jeff woke slowly in the morning, still cradling his prize. He looked her over. She was a sight, covered in blood, both hers, his and her traveling companions. She was covered in seamen. Her body was bruised and battered. His stirring caused her to stir, and she looked vacantly at him. Jeff knew by instinct that she would no longer try to run, she would never run from him now. She was no longer bothered by human thoughts. She was his mate now, and he knew that she would soon wear a form more appropriate to that role.