Dröm ♞

As she halts and turns around, she sees Morir moving closer to her. He does not deny he fought well as his muzzle moves towards her golden neck. His muzzle is momentarily imbedded in her blonde tresses. He tells her that to be a talented fighter, all the senses must be used, not just one. It seems he wants emphasize touch for now. After he says it, he moves closer to her. She lets him press his soaked shoulder against her own. The warmth emitting off of his dark frame warms her shoulder rather quickly, nerves warming up the rest of her small body. She can easily see just how short she is compared to the titan next to her. His was tall and built well, whereas she was small, dainty, with lean muscle coursing her thin body. She would have answered him, but he had moved closer and her train of thoughts was forgotten, left to be remembered for some other day.

He asks her if she was scared, and she was scared. Seeing the large stallion basically dodge every single one of the golden boy's attacks had made her nervous, but she had reminded herself that the black stallion was not fighting her, but him. Whether it was surprising or not, the gold mare had been more fearful when she had first seen the stallion. He seemed rather pleasant now. Was that because he was the very thing keeping her warm at this moment? Was it because he seemed genuinely concerned that she had been fearful? She seemed perfectly relaxed, but somewhere inside, she was still scared. Was that why she didn't stop him from moving towards her and pressing his soaked body against hers?It was unsure if the girl would let him do more, despite more probably being exactly what he wanted. She knew that he probably didn't her, but her body. Was lust a normal thing for horses in Helovia? Would everyone be lusty?

Attempting to press the side of her face against his body, she lets her eyes close. It's not because this is painful and she can't watch, and it's not because she wishes it was over. It's because she likes the feeling of his warmth, the feeling of his muscle, and even the contours of his body feel nice. Maybe he isn't her other puzzle piece, but for now it seems that the two pieces will be smashed together for the time being. Was this all just her? Was he not thinking of what she was thinking? If he wasn't, that would be better. The thought of a foal irks her. Even knowing there will be inevitable awkwardness afterwards makes her want this stop there. Maybe she can just fake and injury, or tell him that she has the male parts. Surely that would stop him from continuing? Could she just collapse onto the ground and pretend she has fainted? "Morir..." She whispers as her eyes flicker open. She begins to tell him to stop, but anything after his name is unintelligible murmuring, and she knows that all too well.

"talk."

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