12-21-2015, 07:02 PM
Mandan is overwrought by nature and need; he snorts, tempestuous and impatient as he awaits a sign from her. He was able to maintain a modicum of control since he did not simply mount her right then and there. Finally her body stretches long and lean before him, her pink tail moving up and to the side; he bumps his chest against her rear in anticipation, so eager to burn off the hot urge to mate her that spirals through his veins. She is his, forever and always, and a foal growing fat in her belly will be proof of that he thinks.
He breaks his trembling stillness the moment she desperately murmurs his name; he breaks up and over her, covering her, sparing no thought to whether he is too heavy for her back or whether she is comfortable or not. This was not about creature comforts - they were animals after all, and he does what stallions have done to mares throughout the years. When he is done, he dismounts and slips alongside of her, quiet and thoughtful. He makes no apology, they both acted as nature intended for him to do but he looks sidelong at her for a long while before the meadow swallows his gaze.
“What now?” he muses aloud, his lips straying to her cheek and brushing a kiss there.