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Finally, all obstacles are gone from his path. He is free to take, to devour the feast laid out before him, and he does so with the gusto of a starving man. Nature drives him onto her back, and instinct guides the rest. When it's over, his sweating body slips free with a breathy huff. His hindlegs quiver, satisfaction burning through his bloodstream. He aches, like he's been ran over by an elephant, but it's the best damn ache ever. His neck, fearsomely arched, is damp and sticky from sweat as he aims another small nip to her flank, wanting to mark her as his. The first, but not the last, woman he will take beneath him - she will always have a special place in his mind, whether she wants it or not. She looks exhausted too, satisfied, and the stallion's jowls split into a wolf's smirk. "I roam anywhere and everywhere, but believe me - you'll be able to find me." Outcast he may be, but her keen sense of smell will be able to follow the trail he'll leave for her, the reek of musk and man. He expects he will be hunting her out with regularity as well, because now he's experienced this release, he's going to want it again and again. For now, he has what he came for. A burden has been lifted from his shoulders, and he seeks to slam one of those same massive shoulders into her own, a possessive nudge of dominance and desire.. "Until next time." One black eyelid flutters shut in a wink, and then he's gone, into the shadows at a thick, earth-shaking trot. He entered the clearing a boy; he leaves it a man, having just broken down the gates of a whole new city of carnal activities. He can sup of their wealth whenever he wants now, and oh, he will. PLEASURE TO MEET YOU, PREPARE TO BLEED |
@Mirabella
[ 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 ]
