But this is no time for idle chit-chat, or pondering the technical difficulties of a broken-ribbed stallion mounting a bruised-flanked mare. The silver swings her impressive, if sore, backside towards him and offers it freely for his consumption; a delicious banquet laid out for him to devour.

And devour he does.

Finally, with both their lusts sated, he's back beside her with a colossal splash that sends droplets spraying across her sweating body. "Mmm," comes her approving purr. She aches, but deliciously so. Nothing like a good and proper seeing-to to blast away the cobwebs and loosen the muscles. She feels pleasantly relaxed, and any lingering soreness is well worth the gain. "The woman who gave you up must be touched in the head." The ironheart might despise monogamy, but to give up regular access to that level of bedroom prowess? The Glazier's former mate must be either dumb or frigid. Or both. Because, although Nyx may like a variety of men to warm her bed, she's no stranger to going back for more. She's had more than one child with a couple of stallions, if they manage to keep their herd for a long time and if they're good enough in the sack to keep her impressed.

The best thing is, unlike awkward virginal couples, there's no need to make loving small-talk afterwards. She's relaxed, and doesn't even notice that he may not be. He speaks, and she raises an eyebrow whilst flashing another dark grin. "Oooh, glass spikes. You know what a post-coital girl likes to hear." He makes no move to head back to the Edge despite his words, and with another glance at him she hobbles deeper into the water, to bathe the rest of her sweating hide and to make the chilly water numb her bruised hind end. When the silver soldier turns back to him, though, she's more serious - she is genuinely interested in these glass spikes, despite her initial sarcasm. "These spikes - are they to be a fortification around the edge of the, uh, Edge? If so, I think it is a fine idea. Although I have confidence in our warriors should we ever be invaded, it's always better to have a first line of defence. The absence of the wall is concerning." That just about sums up the warrior - from palpable sexual tension, to easy, lazy innuendo and banter, to serious conversation about the herd's fortifications. Let it never be said the mare is one-dimensional when it comes to her interests.