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Arakh Posts: 77
Dragon's Throat Stallion atk: 5 | def: 8 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17'2hh :: 2 HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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She moves closer too, enabling the young stallion to see every wanton curve of her body. His self-control is wavering, and another guttural growl escapes the confines of his jaws as he arches his tail and prances on the spot, neck arched to display its rugged muscles and tall-standing crest. The aching down there intensifies, and the bull does not think he will be able to resist acting on it this time.

Frustration bubbles inside him; should he be feeling like this? Is he truly broken, or is this all a part of nature that his parents declined to tell him about before their untimely deaths? Instinct tells him that there's nothing wrong with how he's feeling, but his notions of social etiquette tell him that it's not right to want to crush everybody he meets beneath him. The flame-backed mare seems to be reciprocating his desires, which makes him think that perhaps this is not so taboo after all, but he still cannot shake the innate feeling that this is going against the Gods, against nature.

But if it's wrong, why does it feel so right?

She swings around, presenting him with her rump. He hisses deep in his throat, his nostrils flared wide to inhale every last particle of her scent; every iota of his body screams at him to mount, yet he has no idea whether that's what he's meant to do or not. Poor Arakh, the cumbersome virgin! This is not a problem that can be solved through thought or consideration - only instinct and testosterone will save him now, yet the things they're telling him to do seem so....unpleasant, certainly for her.

Humiliation clouds his features as he stares at her rump, lost. The ache in his loins and added weight between his thighs tells him that his own body is fully prepared to do what it must, but his poor mind has no idea how to accomplish what he wants. Eventually, when he's stared at her beautiful backside for as long as he thinks is polite, he clears his throat and speaks in a much softer, clearly embarrassed voice. "Does Kiada....know what to do?" He wants to hide his face under his wing because of the shame of having to ask his potential partner what he's supposed to be doing, but he thinks that's safer than going into it blind and doing it all wrong.

Arakh
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Messages In This Thread
like ashes, like ashes - by Kiada - 05-26-2017, 04:50 PM
RE: like ashes, like ashes - by Arakh - 05-27-2017, 08:39 AM
RE: like ashes, like ashes - by Kiada - 05-27-2017, 10:10 PM
RE: like ashes, like ashes - by Arakh - 05-30-2017, 01:29 PM
RE: like ashes, like ashes - by Kiada - 06-03-2017, 06:21 PM
RE: like ashes, like ashes - by Arakh - 06-04-2017, 08:14 AM
RE: like ashes, like ashes - by Kiada - 06-09-2017, 05:19 PM
RE: like ashes, like ashes - by Arakh - 06-11-2017, 10:25 AM
RE: like ashes, like ashes - by Kiada - 06-11-2017, 08:01 PM
RE: like ashes, like ashes - by Arakh - 06-12-2017, 03:05 PM
RE: like ashes, like ashes - by Kiada - 06-12-2017, 06:58 PM

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