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Set after this! Although that fight will be judged as normal, ICly it will be played as though Nyx loses, whatever the result. Vague on injuries and suchlike xP
Above their heads, the storm ebbs and intensifies, slackens then heaves back into life. The thundering downpour of rain slathers the mare's sweaty body as their final blows are exchanged, as her aching, throbbing form finds itself folding into submission. She bends before the sheer force of him, a gargled groan twisting free from her aching lips as her body sags in defeat.
She can never be happy when she loses. But her traitorous heart is beating excitedly, far faster than it should, even given their vigorous workout. Her heat-inflicted body tingles for his touch; a woman's nature-fuelled craving that burns across her flesh even harder than the rebuke of his horn and hooves. "You win," comes her breathy whisper of a voice, her frigid eyes pointed sharp at the ground as her sides heave with exhaustion. Her tail lifts, releasing billowing waves of ripe mare, then slaps back down again. Her ears are held backwards, through submission rather than anger. She acknowledges his victory with dropped eyes and a stooped posture, an animal defeated. Then, her sweat and rain-soaked shoulder shifts, aiming to press into his chest. Her eyeline lifts from where it's pointed at the ground and flickers upwards to meet his own, a tired but salacious smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. Tiredness, and the season's temptations, lend her boldness she does not normally possess. "What prize does the victor desire?" He has bested her, and that means she is his to do with as he pleases. She has no idea if he wants the same thing she does - to unite their bodies in pleasure the same way they have just been united in pain - or if the stench of her heat will affect him as it has numerous other stallions. He might turn away, the knowledge of success enough to keep him warm at night. He might be content knowing he has defeated a friend, and she will have to take her pathetic female desires elsewhere; desires she thought she was above, steel soldier that she is. She was wrong. Or he might not. He might let himself tumble into temptation, into sin, and a throaty grunt of need slips unbidden from her lips. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
