06-04-2015, 01:39 PM
He comes closer. She can see the muscles rippling underneath the skin, flexing and stretching with each stride he takes. Pevensie can't remember the last time a stallion came this close to her, she can't remember the last time she shared her personal space so intimately. It is strange, a little unnerving, but also incredibly exciting. The little buckskin mare is flattered by him, someone wanting to know her story, asking about her. No demands, no necessity, purely for pleasure and self satisfaction.
Deeply she inhales, taking in his scent. He smells of musk, pleasant to the senses of any female, especially when it's accompanied by such an ample male form. She resists the urge to lean into him as he stands so close, to reach out and touch him. He might be an illusion, sent to tease her after so many years of isolation, and when her muzzle brushes his skin he would dissipate into the atmosphere, nought more than a product of her dreams and desires.
"My name is Pevensie. I came here to see the snow, because you see, I live in the Desert." she says, cocking her head to better gaze into his eyes with her own honey brown spheres. "I see now though that I found more than I bargained for, though I won't complain," she finishes with a wry little smirk. He's so tantalisingly close, she can nearly feel the warmth of their skins between them, but she remember her decorum. She can't fawn over every man who shows an interest, she is far too old, far too wise for that.
Deeply she inhales, taking in his scent. He smells of musk, pleasant to the senses of any female, especially when it's accompanied by such an ample male form. She resists the urge to lean into him as he stands so close, to reach out and touch him. He might be an illusion, sent to tease her after so many years of isolation, and when her muzzle brushes his skin he would dissipate into the atmosphere, nought more than a product of her dreams and desires.
"My name is Pevensie. I came here to see the snow, because you see, I live in the Desert." she says, cocking her head to better gaze into his eyes with her own honey brown spheres. "I see now though that I found more than I bargained for, though I won't complain," she finishes with a wry little smirk. He's so tantalisingly close, she can nearly feel the warmth of their skins between them, but she remember her decorum. She can't fawn over every man who shows an interest, she is far too old, far too wise for that.