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She's a feisty one, and that does unmentiononable things to his loins. He is a dominant creature who thrives on the submission of others, especially women, but he also likes a challenge. He wants to earn the pleasure that his body screams for. He wants to assert his authority over her, own her, claim her as his own in the most primal way possible and make her bend to him as the alpha fucking male. "Those sort of words will get you in trouble, girl," comes the black behemoth's guttural growl of a voice as he takes another ground-crushing stride closer to her. Closer, closer...the mare reek reels from her, filling his nostrils and gnawing at his self-control. His crimson eyes are two black pits of carnal need, his ears pinned into the writhing snakes of his mane. Going to try and stop me? Ah, a challenge. The massive stallion reaches deep inside his body and grasps hold of his magic, and with a feral snarl he bids a wall of earth to erupt out of the ground in front of the filly, trying to block off her escape. He makes it wide rather than tall, so as not to expend too much needless energy on height when he will undoubtedly need every ounce of stamina he has soon. "Yes," comes his answer to her question. He storms forwards, hoping she has been prevented from moving away by his wall of solid earth, and aims a sharp nip for the base of her tail whilst his massive chest aims to slam into her backside, dominant, trying to let her know he is there and hungry for her. This is the closest he's ever come to this, and her scent is almost overpowering. His upper lip remains arched, tasting the air, every hard muscle tensed to its utmost as hot breath rasps free from his jaws. PLEASURE TO MEET YOU, PREPARE TO BLEED |
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
