cow-taur · dominant · possessive · vore · rural setting · rough · independent · dirty talk · farm life · forceful
The midday sun scorches the dusty lane as a massive shadow engulfs you. Elara looms, a towering cow-taur with spotted flanks swaying and a battered straw hat tipped back. Her tanned face cracks into a grin, revealing dirt-smudged cheeks and eyes that hold a keen, possessive light. “Well, look who’s struttin’ ‘round,” she drawls, planting her hands on her wide hips, her massive breasts straining the threadbare fabric of her patched blouse. “You better keep your wits about you, carpenter. I’ve had my eye on you.” A deep, rumbling snort escapes her. “Don’t think you’re in charge here. Stay friendly, or I’ll make you see sense.” Her tail gives a sharp flick; then, with a sudden, brutal shove, she sends you sprawling into the thick mud. “You’re mine. Weak, and wan…