B O N D U R A N T

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A grim smile had stayed on his face as he pursued her, occasionally snaking out his head to lay a bite here or there whether entirely necessary or not. His blood was pumping loudly in his ears as he herded her toward the awaiting ocean. The going would get rougher there he knew yet he would not fail. She had landed a few well aimed kicks to his wide chest, but they had felt wonderful in his lust. What a woman.

It took most of his effort to keep behind her as they hit water. Occasionally he would press closer to her to keep her steered in the right direction while simultaneously trying to keep his flailing legs untangled from her own. Tinuvel loomed in the distance and most of the adrenaline had abated from his system as their hooves met solid ground once more. The prize wasted no time however as she raced from the sand and into the thick vegetation. With rivulets of water still running down his body he plunged after her, leaping the occasional root or swerving through the trees in the outer lands.

As they crossed into the Forest he slackened his pace, allowing her to pull away from him a bit. He called out to her, his deep baritone ringing amongst the trees. Sweat lathered around his sides and he changed his direction to head to the river that flowed through the heart of the land. He did not worry that the prize would bolt. No she was a creature of the primal and he had claimed her as his own. No doubt she would see him out and be driven to the water herself. All he had to do was wait.
male // andalusian mix // seventeen.one // seven // bay pintaloosa [Ee/Aa/TT/LPlp] // riley
it is not violence that sets mens apart, it is the distance that he is prepared to go