Behind the door

The door opens with a loud creaky groan, yet it doesn't take much effort to do so. She can see large hay bales stacked on the left side and more tossed around on the floor, as the door swings open further she can see the source of the noise.

A tall figure easily twice her height stands in the distance, his upper torso exposed with chiseled abs, below the waist however she cannot clear as to why there is hay. His lower half is that of a stallion, as a massive-looking manhood starts to droop down out of its sheet at the sight of a new broodmare. If there was any doubt to his attention it starts to thump against his underbelly. Not in the way she heard before, but that is explained as she inspects him further.

He has a recurve bow and quiver on his back. And three arrows in his other hand, he must have placed some shots at the door as if his target had already been inside.

A magical **** presses her to walk forward or stumble over as if a firm hand were pushing against her lower back.

Once inside the door slams shut loudly.

The centaur puts two of the arrows back into his quiver and aligns the third to his bowstring. He lets out a snort reminiscent of a stud that cannot wait any longer for its mare to present herself before giving her an anticipating gesture with his head, giving the impression he's letting her make the first move.

Of course, she could submit then and there.. but where is the fun in that, she doubts it desires a weak mate to carry his foal.