good at goodbyes
Suddenly, the world grew hot as the lavender stallion drew closer to her. The tension between them continued to climb as his eyes searched the depths of hers. The answer she’d presented him was pleasing, she could see it in the glimmer of his eyes and she could hear it in the huskiness of voice. He claimed that there was more to than she’d originally thought, and her brow furrowed doubtfully. She was not bothered by the steadiness of her. There was a stubbornness behind her lack of personal growth. It was all she had besides her ability to out fight a good majority of her brothers. For a slight moment, she wondered how she might fare against Klaudius’ prowess.
Lightning shot through her at the thought of them tangled together in the burning sand.
Suddenly her body was on fire and blinked away the images that played within the forefront of her mind. It was difficult to understand what the stallion wanted from her as he pushed himself so close to her that, for a moment, it almost felt as if he was trying to melt into her. His intensity was intimidating and her mind reeled.
She’d never known true male attention before. As a very young filly, there had been a cruel colt that had once played with her affections. For weeks she’d followed him around in utter devotion, only to stand there dumbfounded when he proclaimed that she was ugly and that he could never love her. It was from that moment on that she’d resolved that sex was a mere truth of circumstance and that she would not succumb to it’s lies.
Now, wrapped in the warming breath of Klaudius, she wasn’t quite so certain.
Everything happened so quickly. One moment they had only just begun to form an understanding of the other and then, suddenly, he was reaching out to her. His lips brushed along the nape of her neck with surprising tenderness. She’d never known such feelings that slowly began winding their way along her body. Tendrils of pleasure coursed through her as heat spread from her cheeks to the places he gently touched. A nearly inaudible exhale of pleasure slips through the thin line of her lips as her body slowly relaxed, leaning into his caresses.
For a moment, she wonders what her father would say – if he would approve of her lapse in judgement. After all, she’d only just officially met the purple man. A very small part of her screamed that this wasn’t right, that it was all too quick and that she was in danger of losing herself.
But she didn’t care. Mosrael, the normally carefully presented mare that she’d become, was loosening her corset. She was becoming undone…
@[Klaudius] RELEASE THE KRAKEN! As in, do whatever ya want.