A cabin the in woods at night is never a bad thing, right?

The setting of the sun finds all four of you in Milly's log cabin freshly washed and dressed with introductions made all round. Milly has slipped into a plain peasants skirt and blouse that billows out about her heavy breasts and for her part doesn't bat an eye when introduced to Meep. You can only guess that being a mythical resident of this fantasy world gives her a higher tolerance threshold to magical bullshit than you. That makes its own kind of sense and you feel a bit better knowing that you'll have someone a bit more grounded to look to for guidance when shit inevitably gets weird again... or at least weirder.

Because Jaasi - for all her many virtues - is not getting high scores when it comes to being a great moral compass.

Drying root vegetables, wild onions and fragrant woodland herbs hang from the rough hewn rafters in thick tied bundles lending an earthy smell to the space as a crackling fire both warms the air and a blackened iron cook-pot bubbling with a thick stew. Your belly rumbles in anticipation but now with food in your immediate future you are willing to sit back and relax for the first time today. Well you would sit back but...

As large as the cabin had looked from the outside, now all four of you are within you have realized that for a towering Minotress it is actually quite cozy. Jaasi sits on the only oversized stool at the only small--well, small for Milly at least--wooden table beside the crude riverstone fireplace with the pastel pink slime resting contentedly in her lavender lap. That leaves you and Milly the choice of either the small stretch of bare hard-packed dirt floor or her single bed. For Milly it is **** at all and that apparently means it isn't one for you either.

The hulking heifer simply sits on the timber framed billet and manhandles your weakly protesting self up into her lap where she wraps her muscular arms around you, forcing your head back into her gargantuan chest. Feeling like a child in her powerful grasp you struggle futilely for a second before resigning yourself to your new position, letting your head nestle comfortably in the soft valley of her mountainous cleavage.

This isn't all bad you decide, her lap is firm but comfortable and as the minstrel once said; everyone needs a bosom for a pillow. It's hardly princely but still, it's not too bad at all...

...then Milly starts to lick you.

Your back stiffens sharply and your eyes widen in alarm as a thick, wide, meaty tongue runs up the back of your prickling neck and into your hairline. What the actual fu-

"Aaah~ Milly..." You begin to protect but in true Jaasi fashion you are interrupted by your carefree genie companion.

"Yes, Milly. Tell us all about yourself!" She leans in excitedly and you are temporarily mollified as her plump plum-colored tits press together and push outwards of her little golden bikini top. "What are you doing all alone in the woods so far from your herd? Oh, wait, don't tell me! Are you exiled? No, you're fleeing a dastardly horrible arranged marriage. That has to be it!"

Milly stops her... um, grooming to blink at owlishly into Jaasi's over-eager face. Before shrugging and pulling you even closer.

"Couldn't find a mate because I'm double muscled. Not one I would wish to take anyway."

Milly returns to licking the back of your head in long moist strokes making you squirm as Jaasi reels on her stool as though struck by lightning. You are just left clueless as usual and literally getting wetter around the ears as you wait for an explanation, you would accept anything vaguely resembling a rational explanation at this point.

"You were too strong to find a mate then? You've been all alone all this time?" Jaasi asks as soulful tears begin forming in her glittering golden eyes. Milly just nods, bopping the top of your skull gently with her chin.

"Yes, none of the young bulls were strong enough to best me in a bonded challenge and I didn't want to join the wives of an older war-chief as a young heifer." She states simply though you can hear a hint of old pain behind her breif blunt explanation.

Your heart goes out to her despite your own messy predicament. This beautiful, if somewhat clingy, creature only had three choices if she wanted to find a mate; bond with a Minotaur close to her own age who she couldn't respect in combat, join the family of an older proven warrior who had other mates already or go it alone. So she had chosen the latter... Jaasi is sniffling and wiping at tears now.

"So you left your herd?" You ask craning your head to try and make eye contact past the impressive swell of her colossal chest with limited results. Milly looks down at you with a soft sad smile on her broad, pretty features.

"Papa suggested I leave the herd and join another so I might find a suitable mate but..." She trails off and begins to blush which you feel more than see as it spreads to the milky tit-flesh cradling your head like a travel-pillow.

"But?"

"...but I got lost." She finishes and looks away in embarrassment. Jaasi starts to giggle through her own sniffles, finding the confession mildly amusing.

"Did you ever. There can't be a Minotaur herd for dozens of leagues around. You are deep in the human realms now, Milly." Jaasi hiccups in a half-snuffle, half-chortle before coming up short and tapping on her lilac chin with a finger looking pensive. "Or at least I think you are... to be honest, we're a little lost too."

Ain't that the gospel truth and while you had hoped to get some directions from your newly bonded Minotress at least now the three of you can be lost together. This romantic notion doesn't lift your spirits as much as you might have wished.

"Well that's okay, now I am bonded at last to my new Master. We can all stay here and never be alone again." Milly states firmly and her tightening hold on you is beginning to border on crushing.

"Yay! I agree, never alone again."

*Meep Meep!*

Jaasi with Meep still in hand flings herself across the small intervening space to wrap her arms around the statuesque cow-lady and, incidentally, crush your face further into the Minotresses huge pale tits with her own magenta mounds. Meep takes the opportunity to slide between their rubbing chests to nuzzle itself against your neck like a purring kitten and bubble happy noises making your skin tingle where it rests.

This would be a really touching moment if you could breath but there are worse ways to go than being smothered in pillowy heaven. Oh sweet and fluffy Lord please take mercy on this poor, happy soul...

Then Jaasi pulls away holding Milly by the broad shoulders as she looks at the horned warrior woman with earnest seriousness.

"But we can't stay here, we're on an epic grand adventure. We need to gain our handsome Prince here a crown and throne... maybe a few Princesses along the way too."

Milly's head snaps up staring at Jaasi and it's her turn to look wide-eyed.

"You mean we need to win the Master a kingdom? To write our joint destiny upon the stars with our strength and mighty deeds?"

"Mmmhmmm, Something like that I guess." Jaasi agrees with a careless shrug.

*Meep Meep.*

You still can't see the flush brightening Milly's sweet cheeks but again you can feel it and something else... a quickening of her heartbeat within her massive bosom? When the mighty Minotress speaks again it is in a softer voice with an eager husky edge to it, almost breathy with excitement.

"Are we talking about... conquest?"

Oh no...

After a hearty dinner of a surprisingly rich stew filled with root vegetables, green shoots, native herbs (and a few other misshapen things you hadn't look at too closely before hungrily scarfing them down) you are resting in the little spoon position on Milly's huge, lumpy bed tucked up firmly against the heifer's firm belly and bulging breasts.

The Minotress's excitement over the prospect of bloody war and brutal subjugation had taken you completely aback. She had been mooning over you, her "pretty Prince", like a love-struck teenage crush one moment then avidly spouting battle tactics, guerrilla warfare strategies and siege weapon design the next. Holy crap but it turned out that Minotaurs really love to battle!

You had been quick to point out that there was only the three of you--four if you included Meep whom Jaasi vehemently insisted you should--but the busty, blood-thirsty warrior-cow airily waved that off as a simple matter of logistics. Sigh... and here you thought you might have stumbled into someone sensible in this mad magical realm.

Jaasi had been no help, of course. Just listening dutifully to her new adventuring party member and nodding along attentively as Milly ardently outlined the different pros and cons of night raids over daytime assaults when facing a fortified enemy position.

In a move of purest desperation you had even turned to Meep in hope of finding some last vestige of sanity in the conversation only to find the Slime asleep on your shoulder and bubbling soft snoring sounds as it rested against your neck.

That was just great... but really, what did you expect?

Fortunately the advent of dinner had brought the impromptu lecture on 'The Art of War' to a blessed end and Milly reverted to watching on in doe-eyed adoration as you practically inhaled the meal she had cooked for you. Hunger truly was the best spice after-all.

"Did you like that, Master?" She asked, watching with eager hands clasped beneath her monstrous milkers as you stuffed the last spoonful into your mouth and set aside the large wood-carved bowl she had served you with.

"Mmmph... yeah, that was really good Milly. Thanks--"

Before you could even finish thanking her properly Milly let out a long happy lowing sound then scooped you up and climbed into bed. Good thing you had taken your boots off at the door otherwise you would be sleeping fully clothed and booted as Milly wasn't letting you go as she settled in behind you to snuggle.

Jaasi grinned widely before skipping all two steps over to you and made pushing motions in the air with her hands.

"Scoot scoot..." She whispered as Milly's breathing was already slow and deep in the beginnings of slumber.

Scoot? Where exactly did she expect you to scoot to? Into the two hundred and fifty pounds of rock hard double muscle behind you? You try your best snuggling backwards until Milly is all but painted onto your back with her heavy tits resting atop your head like twin overstuffed funbags.

Jaasi gives you a bright smile before sliding onto the few inches of free mattress space in front of you facing away and planting that tight magenta tooshie of hers firmly and squarely into your crotch. You instinctively loop an arm around her torso to keep her from falling out of bed and Jaasi sighs happily in your embrace. It's a good thing she is so small because this bed wasn't built for two much less three.

*Meep Meep*

Make that four you think, popping your head over Jaasi's slender shoulder briefly to see a sleepy Meep nestled warmly in Jaasi's cleavage. You want to laugh at the Russian nesting doll sleeping arrangement; Massive, lovable Milly holding you, you holding slender, excitable Jaasi and Jaasi clutching tiny, friendly Meep to her chest but it's been a big day.

All the long time traveling, the bone-deep bruising challenge with Milly and a warm, full belly drags you towards sleep like a vast anchor dragging you down into the deepest depths of slumber.

"You were so great today, goodnight my charming Prince." Jaasi whispers and gently, lovingly kisses the arm you have thrown over her.

"Goodnight Jaasi." You murmur back, drowsily kissing the back of her head in return.

*Meep Meep*

"Goodnight to you too, Meep."