Carrying multitudes of minotaur horns through the city streets, Raven was headed for Linkle's shop, the 'Lifeclover'. There he had so important business to conclude, however, on his way to the shop, his small walk was bustling up the town with whispering rumors, and yet he kept marching forward with the minotaur queen trailing right behind him.
Still choked with a collar with its leash in Raven's hands, she hung her head low as he paraded her around town. Under the light of the day, everyone knew who she was, the minotaur queen or at least their ruler who'd been terrorizing the mining caves for long. The horns in Raven's hands were proof that he'd slaughtered all but the finest specin of the minotaurs, but why was he doing it? Well, just a look at her bouncing assets as she followed Raven in a rag of an underwear barely hiding anything, made it all too clear.
She was a trophy, his trophy–and a dangerous one at that, one whose presence would soon incur the king's curiosity. And yet despite all that, Raven had marched her through the streets as if displaying her as his property. Was it a mistake or simple arrogance? The answer was neither, as he was far too cunning for the common folks to read.
'Spread those rumors, from the way she follows with her head dejected and her lips shut tight.' Wanting those rumors to spread, Raven hoped to convince the king that the leader of the minotaurs was now under his charm. And to so degree that assessnt was correct and was reflected in the fact that her pussy dripped like a fountain along the path they walked. On full display for everyone, the queen was barely holding onto her own mind. After all, her body and soul were both imprinted by the thought of Raven's thick cock.
'I can't resist, even though I know I should...' Shaking her head with a gulp, the queen tried to keep her head clear. All the while the bystanders watched her juices pitching the dirt as the two kept walking. From the young to the old, and even the devious teens, all had their eyes on her body with tents pitched high. And yet knowing who she belonged to, nobody dared to try their hands on her, especially since that man was carrying the proof of a hundred dead minotaurs.
Finally arriving at the secluded parts of the town, Raven wasted no more ti for theatrics to parade the Queen any longer. Instead, rushing for the Lifeclover, he had her match his hastened pace. Left panting as they arrived inside the shop, the queen leaned onto her knees from the strain of carrying her curves at a pace most unusual for her. anwhile, looking over to the shop's counter, Raven spotted the owner.
In her old wrinkled form, Linkle shifted her round glasses above her rose and glared sharply between Raven and the demi-human he'd brought. From a glance alone she knew what she was, a monster whose whole purpose was trampling others, yet sohow she was under Raven's command.
'Perhaps the show of strength broke her spirit.' She thought while shifting her gaze to the horns Raven was carrying in large bags that were all over pouring.
"Can I be honest with you?" Moving around the counter, she began moving closer to Raven.
"Sure," throwing the bag on the floor, Raven listened to her while winding his stiffened arms. "Those were damn heavy, those bastards."
"You're one lucky fucker," Linkle replied, stopping right in front of him.
"T-that's probably the first thing I agree with since coming to this damned city..." The Queen blurted amidst her chain of deep calming breaths.
"You're getting more than your share, so can you please spare the pestering?" Raven requested, tired from yesterday's work still.
Staring at him for a mont, the witch rolled her eyes and made her way back to her desk. Beckoning Raven to follow her, she reached into her drawers and took out a bracelet made of beads with a giant red ruby in the middle. Tossing it to Raven, she shook her head as if disappointed.
"A reward? I thought I was working for free," Raven said, catching the bracelet.
"No, a way to make sure you don't draw too much attention to my shop in case you bring another monster in my shop!" Grunting at Raven, Linkle frantically gestured at him to put it on. "Wear it and touch that girl with the sa hand!"
"Why?" Raven wanted more answers but only got a stern gaze in response.
"Wait, what's happening?" Only just managing to clear her head, the Queen was struggling to keep up. However, as Raven turned to look at her with the bracelet around his wrist, she knew there was no way this could be anything good. "What are you doing?"
Taking a step back she tried to run away, but pulling her forward with the leash Raven grabbed her by the throat just to satisfy his curiosity about the bracelet. In the blink of a second, the ruby illuminated the whole room, and monts later as the light settled, the queen of minotaurs was nowhere to be seen.
"What the fuck?! Where is she?!" Shocked by her disappearance, he turned to Linkle for answers.
Knowing things could get ugly if she held her tongue for long, the witch replied without wasting a second.
"Inside the ruby, you can get her out whenever you want, but this way at least you won't bring any more trouble," her explanation left more questions than it answered, but hearing a gurgling sound from the ruby, Raven's attention shifted before he could push her further.
"Get out!" Scread the Queen, her face reflected in the ruby.
"You can capture as many monsters or demi-humans as you want in that thing, just don't tell anyone who you got that thing from," listening to Linkle's words as he kept staring into the ruby, Raven knew the bracelet could be really useful.
However, more than that, slowly lifting his gaze to Linkle once more, he knew she could be an ally he could definitely use moving forward.
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