Get your steed.

While dragging the elf over your shoulder, you made your way to the outskirts of the village. Any good Dullahan hunter has one thing: a mighty steed. And you happened to own a perfect one befitting a Dullahan such as you. And that was a centaur ghost hybrid. As an undead monster yourself, it was only right of course.

She was a solid pale green and blue ethereal beauty with long flowing hair, her eyes always closed, and a solid horse build while her human half was more thin, fae like. Except for those huge H cups of hers.

And she had a libido to match. She was already as hard as your axe and dripping wet in the back. Sensing your presence, she merely turned to you, smiled, and pointed to her cock.

"Atta girl, Moira, you held off just like I asked," you tittered as you strolled up to her.

You were about to reach down to pet her dick until your captive started struggling in your grip and shouting in that eleven language of hers, "Is that centaur part banshee!? Get it away from me!"

"Thanks for spoiling it!" You growl as you hefted back up and started fisting the elf,getting her to grunt and groan, "Just for that, you're gonna ride on the bottom!"

Moira trotted to your side and began kissing your lower jaw. She was certainly appreciative as always. You chuckled as you kept fisting the elf and returning the favor. After a light few seconds of smooches, you nodded, "Now, easy girl, I need to break her in too."

It only took a few minutes. And in that time, you tied and gagged the elf under your stead before letting Moira go balls deep into that pussy of your new ****. With a haunting neigh, Moira reared up happily and thrust into the elf before she came back down to let your ride.

You hopped on and pointed north into the dark of the woods the mother and daughter ran too. Those two did little to hide their tracks, at least from a pro like you.

This would be a simple hunt.