With her body turned the way it is, eyes honed in on the coursing river ahead, rump pushed into the view of the midnight brute, she feels powerful. Colt feels in charge of this stallion's emotions, like her hands have grasped his mind and her grasp only strengthens with each gentle sway of her body. She sways her hips to a rhythm in her head, lingering there for a moment with her steel eyes colliding with the rushing current of the water before she shifts herself again. His eyes wander along her flesh, her post-battle wounds leave obstacles in his path of consumption. He eats her up like a hound to flesh, needy, lustful. Colt tempts him with rippling muscles and a gentle toss of her tresses, letting her wet mane stick in patches to her neck. 

Within close proximity, her lips just a hair away from his ear, she can hear his deep, husky noise of want. It sends sparks and shivers down her spine, her nerves tingling with impatience. She was a virgin, still pure and holy in the eyes of all. Never had she gotten close to a stallion in such an intimate way, never had she felt herself crushed between the earth and a sex driven brute. So Colt played this game blindly, feeling her way through with little hesitance, driven by her hormones and basic instincts. She knew what she wanted, she knew that the outcome was certain whether it happened today or tomorrow. A smirk plays out across her features, tentatively leaning closer into the titan's space. Pleasure courses through her veins, her body trembling with desire at the words that slip from his tongue. She reaches in towards his ear (what a gentleman he lowered his head for her), whispering, "I'm well aware." Her voice is low and lathered with lust and need. Colt parts her lips and reaches forward, intent on nibbling softly along the ears' velveteen edge before retracting. 

A sharp inhale is taken as his muzzle travels along her neck, dragging painfully slow down her skin, following the curvature of her muscles until it reaches her shoulder. She looks down at the stallion's crown, her gut twisting and fiery desire burning between her thighs. Oh what she would let this man do to her, the list went ever on as she feels his hot breath rolling over her moist hide, leaving her weak kneed and breathy. The moment ends as he draws himself back, leaving cold air to collect around her shoulder and her muscles to tense. Colt doesn't realize how utterly delicious that contact is until it's gone, leaving her craving more. 

His decline of her offer leaves her stunned, though she makes no effort to show it. Instead she nods her head, slow and understanding. So be it. If he believes he is not ready just yet, she will give him time. There was no need to rush him into the ranks of her empire. Not yet. As a just and understanding Emperor, she would let his rejection of her invitation slip by without so much as a second glance. "I understand, but... may you ever change your mind, this offer remains." Colt lifts her eyes from his charcoal breast to the white that caresses his features, lips slightly parted as she searches for more to say. There is nothing more to say, as this important topic is pushed aside by their basic needs. Colt meets the giant halfway, lips reaching out to meet his neck, to travel up along the muscles that rise from his figure. 

If he was (for now) no use to her empire, she could certainly still use him as a personal means of pleasure. His decline of her appealing offer does nothing to waver the tremble of her eager thighs, which are burning up with a need. Colt's breathing is becoming less quiet, more noticeable as she urges herself another inch or so, trying to feel that prized contact between brass and coal. She swallows, an easily heard sound rising from her throat as she finds her mind exploding with desperation. Her body so easily wants to slip into this basic, animalistic ritual. 
"TALK TALK TALK"