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Given his ability to take a woman to his bed at the drop of a hat, this is not something Volterra engages in very often, certainly not as often as many stallions. Yet he cannot deny the simplicity of it - no flirting required, no fruitless searching for a suitable mare, and no risk of accidental offspring. All of the release with none of the hard work, so to speak. As alone as he is, it seems like a crying shame not to take advantage, and the cave is soon ringing with soft grunts and the warm smack of flesh. Suddenly a voice pierces his ears, and abject horror spreads across his features as he swings around to face the intruder and jams his forelegs together in a vain attempt to hide what's going on behind them. "Iwasn'tdoinganything!" he gargles out, embarrassment flooding through him and evaporating his steady build to euphoria. This is precisely why Volterra does not lie - his words are so unconvincing that even he doesn't believe them, and he blushes to the roots of his mane as his voyeur steps out of the shadows towards him. His body sags with relief; thank the Gods it is only Aelfwine, and not one of his children or, God forbid, somebody like Rikyn who would never let him forget it! Despite his protestations otherwise, the thin sheen of sweat on his pelt and the unfurled length hanging beneath his stomach are surely enough to tell the mare exactly what he was doing, and he's never felt more mortified. She's seen him in the throes of passion before, of course, but this is slightly different. Deciding to feign indifference rather than letting her know the depths of his shame, the beast shifts so he's instead standing proudly, his eyebrows raised and his eyes roaming shamelessly across her body. "Did you like what you saw?" he asks in a valiant attempt at nonchalant bravado. |
@Aelfwine
[ 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 ]
