tantalize
In my dreams
I know I'm gonna be with you
So I'll take my time..Winter seemed to have flown by. The cold season had barely descended on the Ashland's and so her pregnancy was much like the ones she had carried to term in the jungle. Warmer weather made carrying the unborn child so much easier. But what really made this one so special, was him. Offspring was never far from her side as her barrel extended with each passing day, he had kept true to his promise. The “I love you’s” slipping easily from both of them every morning and every night. Keeping his word.
Since he had stepped down as Overseer, there was a lightness to the dark stallion that had been missing. A new gleam in his eye, he seemed less tired. Not as old. And his newfound youth was shown in every affection he gave her, every night he coveted her body for both their beneficial pleasure. Her own russet coat was covered in dark marks, love bites that played amongst the jaguar dapples of her skin. Marks she wore just as proudly as the slivered patch of skin missing from her back. She didn’t mind the claiming touches that covered her body, his looked much the same. Everyone in Tephra (everyone in Beqanna even) knew that the two belonged to each other.
God help the mare (or stallion) that would ever try to place a wedge between them.
Her lips pull at new green shoots, her hunger ravenous as she enters the last stages of her term. She had never been this big before and her secret thoughts of carrying a colt seem to be coming true. The child is strong, moving with agitation within her and she winces slightly as she eats, just as the foal kicks into her side. Chuckling softly to herself, as much as she worried about the birth itself.. She can’t wait for Offspring to meet his son.
A loud call breaks through her thoughts, rude and screeching against the peaceful quiet of the volcanic land. Slowly she lifts her head, golden eyes narrowing with disdain. Her tolerance for bullshit was at an all-time low as the hormones within her took hold. Who was this “old man” she was calling for in her wanton manner? Quietly she prowls closer towards the mare, taking in the unbecoming nature as she awaits someone to greet her. Perhaps a lover by the manner of her lewd tone but the only stallion that could possibly be labeled as old would be Offspring. Who was decidedly hers and hers alone.
”Can I help you?” She asks cooly, the thin line of her lips pressed into a faint smile but there is no warmth in her molten gaze. Offspring would not be far and surely he would have heard the call as well. This should be… interesting.
@[Offspring]