upon the gallow's beam; squirt

[Fiorina]

It would be logical for the other mare to feel a little bit of fear as the distance between them closes. And it is true that Fiorina feels a hunger for flesh, wants to devour this spotted mare, but not with violence. Well, maybe the act could be a little violent. This appetite is relatively new for the armoured mare, and it still something of a novelty. She did not remember if she always had the capacity to feel the fire spreading throughout her entire body at someone else’s gaze or words - perhaps it was a part of her that needed more time than usual to mature into being. First with the dappled Larva but though that had been fun, it felt just a little different than whatever this is. She’s not sure whether Roz is going to use her as a distraction and then discard her - if she did, Fiorina thinks she would heal from that quickly. But already she is hoping this flirtation is the first of many. It delights Fiorina that her advances are not scorned, that she can see the same spark of desire she feels mirrored in those warm brown eyes looking back at her. Had anyone ever satisfied a flushed craving or need in Roz before? Fiorina rather doubted it, looking at her now, and thinks she can change that. There was no one quite like this armoured mare, after all. The distance between them begins to vanish and the murmured words are all Fiorina needs to cause it to disappear entirely. “I will never hurt you, Roz.” Her voice is rough and low as her muzzle traces a line across spotted skin. And then she nips lightly at the skin of Roz’s neck, just light enough for her teeth to tug slightly at the skin but not enough to break it. “Not unless you ask me to.” FIORINA

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