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[PRIVATE] eight legs to the wall

Airlia Posts: 29
Deceased atk: 6.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 7 :Frostfall HP: 58.0 | Buff: NOVICE
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Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
The mare smiles at her stallion wondering what he is thinking about as they stand together. Does he really care, or is she a just another conquest. Unbroken silver eyes watch the stallion curiously for a moment as she ponders what he could be thinking. 'Are all stallions like him?' Her horned head tilts slightly at the thought. She knows there are many other men out there, in this land an others, but she wants no other. Her heart is set on this one. If she were not so naive maybe she would realize he would never just be hers. Then she would realize there are some that would love only her and she would not have to compete with so many others. But she is young and stupid.

As she touches his neck the mare finds a strange fire growing in her. This, being her first encounter with a man, during this time of month has no idea what is driving her on wards. Of course she knows how foals are made, but had never been informed it was mostly likely to happen she felt like this. Her body shifted to that of a more open stance. The mare let her instincts guide her. This one time couldn't hurt, right?

His sigh causes her ears to prick up slightly. Everything he says seems to come in a rush, but one word sticks; us. Her heart races and she lifts her eyes to look at him. 'Us?' Butterflies wrestle around in her stomach as everything he said settles in. He holds a position in a herd, that was good for them. It was a start to having a real title, again. Then he offers her a home there, with him. She is so caught up in the joy of him wanting her to live with him she misses the, 'my women' part.

Sweat pops on her skin and broad genuine smile slides all over her features. "Yes Volterra, of course I will come live with you." Her voice is husky with her longing. It's crazy to think she had run away from a home to be free but found another one. Unable to contain herself any longer the mare smirks. Stepping forward she rubs her slender body over his thick one. She is ready to give herself up to him. Now that he has claimed her like she claimed him, she deems it acceptable.

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Messages In This Thread
eight legs to the wall - by Volterra - 09-24-2016, 03:22 PM
RE: eight legs to the wall - by Airlia - 09-26-2016, 05:18 PM
RE: eight legs to the wall - by Volterra - 10-01-2016, 04:08 PM
RE: eight legs to the wall - by Airlia - 10-04-2016, 02:03 AM
RE: eight legs to the wall - by Volterra - 10-04-2016, 04:37 PM
RE: eight legs to the wall - by Airlia - 10-13-2016, 11:43 PM
RE: eight legs to the wall - by Volterra - 10-18-2016, 02:24 PM
RE: eight legs to the wall - by Airlia - 10-19-2016, 02:26 AM
RE: eight legs to the wall - by Volterra - 10-19-2016, 02:03 PM
RE: eight legs to the wall - by Airlia - 10-20-2016, 01:00 AM
RE: eight legs to the wall - by Volterra - 11-05-2016, 10:54 AM

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