Her words were not heard, his mind focused on other things. He was finally getting what he had approached her for. It was doubtful he'd use her more than once. It wasn't in his nature to stick around, especially not with a single mare. The looming creature moved to her side in moments, then trailed his way towards her hind end. All his senses were on high alert, yet he still seemed rather nonchalant and relaxed in his movements and expressions. His body was excited for this, and it would be every time he approached a mare, but his mind had already been in situations like this, so he wasn't exactly nervous. Would it be clear to her that he knew what he was doing?

It was during moments when their breaths were the only things heard that he thought. He certainly thought about mounting her, but other things were present in his mind. He wondered if there would be some sort of backlash from this. Would she seek blood? Caleb is not feeble, yet it would be absurd to say that he is immortal in any sense.

Brazenly, he shuffled his way so he stood behind her, his gaze hungrily taking her in as if he'd been sex deprived his whole life. It felt like there was an obligation to take her now, pretend like there were no risks, but this is risky. His thoughts are halted when he feels the bite of her tassels grazing his toned breasts. Immediately, his nostrils flare, quivering wildly with each exhale. Within milliseconds, he mounts her, his weight thrown on her less than delicately. He is dominant and possessive with each movement, claiming her as his over and over. His tail has stilled behind him as he focuses on her closeness, her proximity, the fact that he can't have enough. He is an animal, and animals don't know sin, restrictions, limitations, do they? He thirsted for her slender form, for the feeling of ivory and gold fibers rubbing against his ebony ones. Caleb knows he will not lie awake for nights thinking of the one who awakened his emotions and desires. He's already thoroughly explored this part of himself. His sleepless nights have already passed. For him, this is just another regular day-- one that just so happened to sate him for the night.

When he slid off of her, there was a thin layer of sweat on his coat. He still looked in order, still clean and organized. It was as if nothing had happened at all. The only thing that suggested that they may have just fucked, was his heavy breathing. He walked over to her side, his flank parallel to hers. His lips were sealed, no words rushing forth. The silence was not awkward for him, not in the least. What was there to say? Good job, Rex, that was good! No, that'd be ridiculous. So he stood next to her, casting a shadow on her small frame, the same frame that'd he'd just been on top of. A smirk tugged at his lips.

@[Rexanna] sorry for delay! I had some trouble figuring this out, y'know how to make it flow without actually describing it? XDD also this is my first male character so writing this type of post was interesting >.> xD