His, for a lack of a better word, grey eyes, watched her every movement noting everything from steps closer to him or further away to the most insignificant twitch in her skin. He wondered when this would be over, when she'd go back to being the Sun, with beings orbiting around her; some close enough to be burnt, others so far away that all they felt was a lifeless coldness from the darkness around them, a coldness that forced them to want to be closer to the mare that radiated warmth, energy, light. The lucky ones were the perfect distance distance away, close enough to feel her warmness, not being burnt, not being frozen. Caleb had no doubt all the horses that met her felt attracted to her, as he had. She was the closest and brightest star, and there was no doubt many horses (most likely stallions) wanted to grow close to her, to take her warmth. In her little System, where did the dark titan stand? He was Pluto: a strange, cold planet that no one thought even truly cared about being around, but who oddly enough, was spinning around her in circles, in the opposite direction as everyone else, hoping over some miracle she'd choose him as her stallion over the next easiest fuck. And how would the Sun notice Pluto if everyone else just said to that little planet that it would never be big enough or close enough to form part of her System? There is no true relationship between Pluto and the Sun, merely a gravitational pull called attraction that holds them together. This was an open relationship with no expectations, requirements. Rexanna, the sun, wanted to fuck with all the other planets before she even shed a thought of Caleb, cold, lifeless, Pluto. Though his body temperature soared and her touch ignited her skin, he was frigid on the inside, a thing even Rexanna couldn't fix. A little warmth would never cure the freeze that had settled on his heart. Caleb is, and always will be, similar to the coldest winter day. Pretty, but frozen. In the end, he could feel possessive and jealous, but those two things alone will never spark love in the beast, only raw and uncut attraction, desire, and lust.

With no hesitation, enigmatic Caleb mounted her, throwing his weight on her barbarically. Roughly and wildly, he claimed her as his once again, yet the passion had left. It was only primal desire that fueled this, a subconscious need to fuck, impregnate, and pass on his genes. It was this subconscious part of him that had latched onto the idea of Rexanna growing wide and heavy as his child grew inside of her belly. He was sure that nothing had been created with their first fuck, but perhaps now. Maybe she had slipped into heat undetected. The thought was unlikely, as her scent would've been addicting, would've sent him into a frenzy, yet it hadn't and this is how he knew she was not in heat, that he would have to wait further to begin raising children.

After finishing the job, he slid backwards, once again on four hooves, sweat beading his coat. He moved to her side, his flank to hers, ebony wing to her ivory side. His breaths came in ragged, like he had just had a good run. Still, he knew he could easily take her a second time, repeating the process from the start. "I'll tell you a secret if you tell me one." He offered, wondering if she would speak about other conquests he assumes she's gotten, or if she'd say something about her history. He already knew the secret he would tell her, but he waited for hers first.

@[Rexanna] oops! posted with wrong account :p