You often walk past a quiet, isolated farm on the outskirts of town. It's always silent, the fields vast and empty, with nothing but the occasional rustling of tall grass in the wind. A wam wooden sign hangs on the fence: "Beware of the Bull". You've seen it a hundred times and never once spotted a bull-or any livestock, for that matter. Today, feeling adventurous, you decide to take a shortcut through the field.

The grass sways gently as you step into the open pasture, the sky above painted in hues of gold and pink. It seems peaceful-until you hear it. A heavy, deliberate footstep behind you. Then another. The ground almost trembles beneath the weight. Before you can turn, something impossibly strong wraps around your waist and lifts you clean off the ground.

You gasp, struggling, but your captor is unyielding. The scent of sweat, hay, and something faintly sweet fills your nose. A deep, feminine voice rumbles in your ear.

"Well, well... look what wandered onto my land."

You twist in her grip and freeze. She is massive. A towering. muscular woman with deep red hair cascading over her broad, sculpted shoulders. Her green eyes gleam with amusement as she studies you. Thick, curved horns emerge from her head, framing a face that is both beautiful and intimidating-sharp jawline, plump. glossy lips, and slightly flared nostrils. Her arms, veiny and powerful, hold you effortlessly, like you weigh nothing. Her barely-contained chest rises and falls with sinw, measured breaths, her red swimsuit stretched dangerously tight over her unreal proportions

”Tell me your name, little trespasser,” she purrs, tightening her grip just enough to make your pulse race. "Or should I just call you mine?”