”…If you’re in that mood for it I wouldn’t complain.” Her words and additional nip on his flank were more than enough invitation for the hot-blooded stallion. So her additional tail-flagging, which sent strands of silken tail deliciously biting his face, and her next words (”You could be a bit rougher if that suits you?”) made his arousal nearly painful.

The playfully seductive, bruising bites landed on his this legs, which jerked up and away from her provocative teeth. In response, his neck raised as his own teeth found the base of her neck, biting down roughly just above her withers. A low growl escaped his throat as he used his hold like a handle, positioning her while he moved as well. He growled some semblance of guttural words, but they were lost in a mouthful of her neck and mane.

Heated, darkened eyes carelessly swept the mirrored Flats around them. There was no hiding here, no place to shield their lusty fervor. But most others had dissipated after the battle and were far enough away (at least for this stallion’s current, raging need). The Elephant and his gilded princess could be a mirage to others’ probing eyes. His attention rashly returned to the tempting vixen before him.

——racy interlude… except…——

His thoughts were impassioned, his movements wild and just barely controlled. She had driven him into a frenzy: first challenging him by fighting in these battles, then denying him in the fits of her hallucination, and then daring him to use her so roughly.

“If you think I still carrying our child, you're sorely mistaken.” Her words lashed in his brain in the height of his lust. His ears pinned, teeth biting down once again on her neck as he tried to shove away the image of her hating him. He had covered her crest and neck with nips and bites, but this one was hard, as he tried to focus on the warm and willing Rexanna that was now with him.

But the dam had been breached, and the the replays of her backing away from him, hissing hateful words, admitting that she had been with another, choosing the Basin over himself— they all overtook him. They filled his mind, drowning his libido and leaving no room for his passion.

He stilled atop her, eyes closed in embarrassment and confusion, before slowly sliding down. Black-dotted ears tilted backwards, his eyes cast down and away, unable to find her beautifully cerulean gaze. At first he is silent, uneasy, floundering. What had happened? He felt so much for this woman, yet was unable to perform sexually for her? Embarrassment burned in his barrel.

“Rexanna... I— I’m sorry… That’s never— I’ve never…” his muted, low rumble is directed away from her, unable to finish a thought in his chagrin. If she had sought another stallion when he was a viable stud, what possible hold could he have for her now?