"And you will let me go after?"
"Perhaps if I am impressed."
Fey loosed her arms, "That's not fair! You want me to put everything on the line based on- wh-whatever it is you want to do!?"
"You mistake me, you aren't putting anything on the line. Whether or not I am impressed will depend on my examination of your anatomy and you do not have any influence over the result of that outcome. You will simply lay back and relax as I enjoy my analysis."
"I…" Fey's brows drew together in concern as the mimic came closer, standing up, freed from the bedsheets. Fey had to admit the queen had an exceptionally beautiful body. Her hips flared outrageously, thighs swooping down in pleasing satisfying curves, her waist was surprisingly narrow for the size of her hips and thighs which only highlighted and exaggerated how large they were, wasp like. Above her mons was a design that looked suspiciously like a womb tattoo with a treasure chest motif. Her breasts were heavy and motherly, proportionately large for her five foot six frame, and suited to her queenly aesthetic.
The thing was, Fey didn't know if she was looking at this mimic's true form or yet another fake thing… but then, why the eyes and the hair and the fangs?
She didn't have long to wonder as the mimic queen stood fully, stretching her arms and cracking her knuckles. She eyed the Base of Fey's shaft where her balls lay, two enormous things the size of melons that lay heavily against the centaur's rear. She lifted one foot and allowed her toes to rest upon its surface, caressing the curve of them, feeling how little give there was to the things even when she pushed her weight onto them. Her eyebrows rose as she felt them growl in response, some vast quantity of seed churning to life beneath, moving, as though it could sense the touch of a female through flesh. In fact, she could feel something pressing back against the ball of her foot and she blinked down in surprise. The sperm were... trying to get at her? Throwing themselves against the inside of her balls in their desire to breed? Curious... Just how virile was this centaur?
"Your seed seems… unusually aggressive…"
Fey bit her lip.
The mimic stepped forward past the churning testicles and onto Fey, her bare feet pressing down on Fey's horse stomach, her toes scrunching as the heat of the centaur rose up through her skin.
Of course, this was hardly close enough. She dropped to her knees and then rested her rear on top of the three and a half feet of dick, riding it. "Such pleasing heat, you make quite a comfortable seat centaur."
The mimic queen rocked her hips, feeling how her ass cheeks were parted by the thigh thick length, how each vascular vein imprinted against her soft ass cheeks. She angled her body and allowed her muff to press down against the length, her inner lips brushing against the rough surface, tingling with the sensation. "Mmh, perhaps I shall enjoy this more than I thought."
"If you really really really enjoy it would you let me and my friends go?"
"I cannot imagine that-
"Just say it!"
The queen rolled her eyes. "If it stops you pestering me, then fine. Which is more than you deserve after what you did to my girls."
"G-girls? You mean-"
"Yes, you did murder both of them."
"Murder?! But they tried to kill us!"
"Yes that is what monsters do, we are natural predators who simply wish to eat as a matter of survival, whereas you hunt for greed, that makes you murderers. Now hush while I lubricate so that it eases my taking of you."
"B-but!"
The mimic ignored her, furrowing her brow in concentration as she looked down at her groin. After a moment Fey felt the queen's cunt start to become wet, becoming heated, then, extremely wet, sloppy, and drooling, fat rivulets of herself rolling dark lines down the sides of Fey's dick, soaking everything where she sat, clear slightly sticky fluid pooling onto Fey's stomach.
"Ahn! That comes with side effects, s-such sensitivity!" The queen looked pleased as she glanced down between her breasts where her puss pressed up against the log of a horse dick. She rolled her hips and then began to knee walk herself forward, her pussy sloppily sliding up the length, becoming puffier and more engorged as inch after inch of cock was drooled over, her lips reddening as they dragged over bumps and veins. Her clit poked free from its hood as she went and then swelled in size, growing from a cute little pink thing that sat at the peak of her puss to a fat thumb thick nub, red and angry, stretching out her clitoral hood as it was too large to fit. It stood erect and diamond-hard as she pressed herself down, grinding down on the top side of Fey's dick, the insanely sensitive nub rubbing over every ridge and causing the Queen to gasp and squirm as she slowly humped herself forward.
"Hnff, it has been a while since I have sampled the more carnal things outside of mine own subjects, a little better than I- uhnff- expected."
"Y-you don't know what's c-coming!" Fey managed to grit out, her length tensing and pressing up against the queen, becoming more and more excited as the mimic eased toward the tip, the snail trail behind the queen shiny and glossy with wet.
"Hardly. Being a mimic allows for a lot more experimentation than other inferior species, you have no idea- ahhn- you have no idea what true heights of pleasure are."
"I- Ah- m-might have s-some idea!"