That's not to say he doesn't want it, of course. He is still a stallion, and a particularly primitive, hormonal one at that. He has improved over the rampant sex-beast that he used to be, but he still has a fine eye for a mare and an easily flared nostril for the smell of heat. Now Isopia has erased him from her memory, he no longer has the lingering sense of guilt every time he indulges, even if such indulgences are less than in his younger days.

Despite this newfound control of himself, Volterra finds himself heading towards the scent. His massive limbs carry the great black bulk of his body through the Heart Caves, colossal hooves clattering on the stone ground beneath them as he wanders idly towards the source. When he finally reaches it, he finds that it comes from a very familiar mare - Vitani. He offers her his version of a warm smile, ears cocked forwards and nostrils desperately trying not to inhale too deeply. "Vitani," he rumbles in greeting, his thunderous voice echoing back at him from the cave walls. "What brings you down here?" He has a feeling that he knows - undoubtedly to hide from the unwanted attentions of men like him.

She asks what brings him down here and he shuffles somewhat guiltily across his titanic feathered feet. He cannot lie, cannot say he simply stumbled here by chance, not when it goes against everything he stands for. "Honestly?" he rumbles, feeling his flesh tingle at the thought of her not reacting badly to his following words. It's been a while for him, after all....and he does have needs. "Because of that. I am still a man, as much as I try to control the urges that come with my gender." The leviathan idly swishes a tail - he is proud of his gender, of his rampant sexuality, but in times like these it can be an inconvenience, when a friend is the source of his interest.

"You are safe with me, however. As much as I would enjoy....as much as I want..." He huffs, clears his throat awkwardly. "You are safe," he repeats, his voice an authorative earthquake.

What if I asked you to not control them? The titan's head jerks up from where it had involuntarily shifted to stare at the floor in an attempt at distraction. Did he just hear correctly, or is that the heat-odour telling him what he wants to hear? He chooses the former, and feels sweat begin to bead excitedly across each plane of his massive black body. A man like him, with a rank and muscles and an overpowering aura of masculinity, can find a willing mare to sate his urges with the minimum amount of fuss. He can't deny the fact that he's rather fond of Vitani, however, and he often enjoys applying an extra layer of feeling to his conquests; it makes the experience better somehow, rather than a shallow satisfaction that only lasts for as long as he's on their back.

"Of course I want." His voice comes out as a guttural, animalistic growl and there's heat in his eyes as he looks at her, breaths suddenly growing shallow and hardened muscles rippling as he takes a small step closer. "But only if you are sure. I would hate for you to....regret it." She could easily be under the thrall of her hormones, a victim to their desires, yet it may not necessarily be what she actually wants. Volterra is many things, but he does not take advantage of women that he cares about, as much as his body is screaming at him to take what is being freely offered and ask questions later.

Now the offer's there, the leviathan itches to simply take, to satisfy the ever-intensifying ache in his loins and devour the feast that she's so freely offering up to him. But he has grown in the past year or so; he knows that his actions have consequences. He knows that he cannot simply bed a woman and think that she won't conceive purely because he doesn't want her to - he has vowed to bring no more unwanted, unplanned children into the world. From now on, every foal he creates will be done intentionally. Having one with Vitani...he thinks she would be a good mother, but he needs her to understand the possibility before they overstep this line.

"Given the fact you are in heat, if we do this it could result in you becoming pregnant. I mean, I can do my best to, ahem, try and, uhhh, prevent that, um, happening..." He breaks off, shuffling awkwardly, and if he could blush beneath his onyx fur then he certainly would be. Kid's words about pulling out resonate around his head, and he hopes the mare will understand what he means without him actually having to say it. "But it's not always....possible. In other words...what are your thoughts on becoming a mother?" If she doesn't want it, then the titan will need to try and walk away, to smother his urges and leave her undelved and unravished. If she does like the idea, though...he can't help but picture the possible child they could have together.

He shifts closer, anticipation gleaming in his ruby eyes as he gazes upon her. "If you are ready..." He knows he is - the scene is perfectly set. Part of him hopes that they do conceive, knowing that both mare and foal will be safe under his watchful eye in the Throat. She will be a fine addition to his harem, another mare at his side as he marches to glory. There is something deeply pleasing, something feral that appeals to his innate sense of masculinity, about putting his child into the womb of a mare, watching her sides bulk and swell and eventually witnessing the foal's arrival onto the earth.

He's so close to her now, and if she gives her permission, he will joyously begin the act.