Ivezho

He didn't know how long he waited. How long he hoped. He didn't do it patiently, more than a few times he walked laps of the strange, ancient building the mare he sought had so admired all those months ago. Ivezho still didn't see anything particularly special about it, but then, he had never quite embraced the 'cultured' thing his mother so desperately had tried to teach him growing up as a son of the great Wildfire.

Muscles rippled beneath his warm hide, though he did not do enough to trigger a sweat, he was ready for just about anything. Thoughts of her were all that kept him anchored to the land, thoughts and hopes that she would somehow come by, to admire the structure she had all that time ago, to chance upon him again.

And when his hopes came true, he was almost knocked over by the relief that consumed him.

It was a strange creature bleating at him that started it, and the stallion's ears were halfway to being pinned against his nape in sharp retort to the goat until a trailing voice caused them to bounce straight up to attention once more.

It was her.

He stood still, not sure if he could believe it, if he could actually see her standing there, looking at him - no, moving towards him, swiftly, without hesitation.

He prepared himself as if to catch her, bending his massive frame to accommodate her smaller stature whilst also flinging a massive, glowing wing over her in a feathery embrace. His crown leans over her, the length of his nape easily clearing her withers to hold her tightly close, to press her to him in a grip that suggested he never wanted to let go.

Why had he left her? Why had he walked away? Had he truly been so full of sorrow that he couldn't see his salvation standing right here before him?

She pulled back suddenly, in the midst of all her words (ah yes, he remembered that she was most proficient with words where he was not), and he almost growled at the space between them, before stepping closer once more to close that space with his presence and their touch.

He never wanted there to be space between them again.

" 'Dala," he murmured, reaching his crown towards her to press his maw against her nape, just behind her mandible, just below her ear. He blew his hot breath there, lipping at her skin, wanting to taste it - but knowing not to push his luck too far.

"I was a fool for ever leaving," he admitted softly, "young and stupid." He thought for a moment about her words, about how she said 'at a time like this', about how everything felt different in Helovia and the realm and yet the same - and he didn't care anymore, because he had what he wanted now, what he needed.

Was it love? He didn't know. What he did know was her presence reignited that deep lust within him again, and everywhere they touched a heat seemed to blossom, and stoke the fire that had sparked up somewhere around his loin the instant his emerald eyes had laid upon her slight, perfect self.

"I'm back now, a stallion grown" he added, exploring the stretch of her nape with his whiskered muzzle with gentle touches and hot breaths, "I don't ever want to leave again."

He couldn't contain it any longer; the lanky inexperienced colt she had known before was well and truly gone. His manhood slipped from its sheath and showed itself, should she bother to gaze beneath his barrel, she would see it. But Ivezho was no pushy rapist - he knew how to contain himself, and he could do that whether his manhood resided within its sheath or without - he knew how to bring a mare pleasure without it too, and he so longed to show Eldala just that.

It was amazing the effect she had upon him, for though he could contain it, already he felt his breaths coming in deeper and quicker, already he felt the hint of sweat tinge his pale hide darker. Damn woman, he thought to himself, as he nibbled experimentally at her taut skin, tasting her hair and sweat for himself, stealing whatever she would let him take from her in this, their reunion.