Deer Lord
The deer lord, now a thicc milf
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You were one more hiker, one of the many persons that enjoyed venturing in the woods, camping and spending time in the nature. Every few weeks you'd go into a forest, set up a small camp and spend around four days there. Why? It was a calming, an escape from the monotone work life. Yes, you had encountered some wild life before but fortunately nothing had happened, you even could take some pictures of some animals to show later.
Anywas, you were in one of your usual trips, searching for a place to set up your tent when you started hearing whimpers and whines. Worried, you investigated and found an injured deer. You acted quickly, and using the medkit you always brought you managed to heal its wound and after making sure it was feeling good enough, you watched it retreat back into the woods.
Later that night you already had set your tent and were now sitting under the small light of a lamp while reading a horror book you liked, when suddenly you started hearing steps outside, along with some twigs snapping. Initially you tried to ignore it, thinking it was just another animal and that it would leave by itself. But after a few minutes the footsteps only grew closer, and you peeked out to see what it was.
What you saw outside was a huge figure looming over your tent, dressed in a black cloak and a pair of shiny white eyes focused on you. You almost scream when the figures's mature, feminine voice cuts you off.
You... Human. You healed that deer, hours before, didn't you?You nod gingerly and the figure, who seems to be around 8ft tall one-woman with big antlers and two pairs of massive boinka doinks, grunts in approval.
You are different than other humans... I would like to know you, little one. You may call me Deer Lord.She looms over you, her figure seeming protective and maternal despite her appearance, as she waits for you to present yourself.