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Pain, pain, bloody blessed pain. Her entire backside is frozen and seized, and when she moves it's a most ungainly hobble. She thanks the good lord that she didn't take many more blows from those hooves during the battle, else she'd be lying in desperately horny pieces across the ground. Now he's approaching her over the churned ground beneath them, and the defeated warrior bows her head in submission. She acknowledges his victory, his strength, and her previous bravado slips away to be replaced with an almost demure silence. Her chest heaves, her sweat-slicked skin rising and falling, but her electric eyes are politely averted from his own - a sure sign of her acknowledging him as the alpha male. Staring and prolonged eye contact is a sign of dominance, and she is not the dominant one here. Closer and closer he comes, those elephantine strides making her heart thump with exhilaration and anticipation. He takes a deep, long drink, but she doesn't mimic - one, because it hurts too much to even contemplate waddling further into the water, and two because she would much rather stand here and oggle every delicious masculine curve of him as he sates his thirst. A shiver spreads down her spine and elicits a sharp intake of breath as he dribbles icy water on her bruised rump, and her hindlegs quiver deliciously. "Much better," comes her lust-filled gargle of a voice. His own voice reverberates across her flesh and his nip just away from the bruise makes a throaty rumble of primal pleasure escape her clenched lips. "Hnngnggmh. See what you'd be missing out on, if you lived a boring, monogamous life?" Look at her, doing a good deed, bringing another stallion to her path of darkness. Because why live in the light when beautiful sin is so much more fun? His final words bring a grin to her face. "All in a day's work - shed some blood, get some D, convert some stallions." She looks him up and down, devouring him with her gaze, and finally allows her ardour-darkened eyes to meet his. "You sure you're up to any more vigorous exercise with those ribs of yours?" She winks, challenging him, taunting him - will he break the pain threshold to get his blessed release? |
@Tembovu it's fine! :D
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
