Desert

This is the reaction he loves. From the moment it crosses her pretty little face, the beast breathes it in like the lifeblood that keeps him young. Fear.

Blood continues to boil within his veins as the silver bay stallion continues to close the gap of space between them, even as she wearily shrinks backwards. The squeal that erupts from her lungs is music to his ears, better even than the purrs and coos murmured during more intimate pursuits. She lifts her leg to strike back at him but it is more a threat than a real attempt to challenge his authority. No sooner does she lift it then it is once more on the sun-warmed sands, bracing to hold her exhausted figure just beyond his reach.

He all but expects her to lash out at him again with vicious, dagger sharpened words. Expects her to dance away from him on lurching legs in hopes of at least putting a bush or tree between them to deter his anger and give her room to flee. What he does not expect however, is the pause that his conviction summons. Instead of playing another game of cat and mouse, she fixed him with unreadable eyes. He can tell she is still suspicious, as she probably always would be since the discovery of Titania’s scent on his skin. The ocean swim and months since the Desert swallowed the galaxy mare up has done much to neutralize that delectable flavor, but not in Vanya’s eyes. Whatever altercation that had taken place in the crossing isle must have been far more memorable than Titania made it out to be.

The conviction in his voice however is enough to still her movement and though she lifts her hoof in warning, she does not spin away from his touch. She balks at his touch, but does not move. Even as his whiskered lips explore her skin, he can feel the tension beginning to ebb and her body wavering on the thin line of hunger and hatred. A precipice that they always seemed to find each other on. For a moment he thinks that he has not affected her as he hoped and his rigid form remains ready to give chase the moment she takes off again.

His taunt works. Defiant eyes glare up into his emerald green pools as she narrows her gaze. Fluted ears disappear beneath the drying layers of her damp mane as proudly she lifts her chin to him. The beast cannot resist the cheshire grin that slides across its ivory fangs. Someone really ought to tell her that her vanity was her downfall. Rougaru of course keeps himself silent, he was not about to offer her advice on such things, especially when it benefitted him in the long run. She flicks her long, dark tail playfully. Emerald eyes cannot resist a lingering glance at the womanly curve of her rosy hips. This time it is his turn to feel the sting. Raven tipped dials snap backwards as memories of the day in the meadow when Vanya had chosen the gray stallion over his own company. It is a hit to his ego and proof enough that the words she speaks are true. She was as much his fox as ever and would use whatever cunning wiles she could to get her way. He resists the urge to growl his disapproval, instead letting the smile disappear into nothing more than a thin press of his lips.

And yet before he can respond with an equally jarring quip, she turns it around. Her slender body pressed against his own as she curled against his hard form. Hunger gleams in his emerald eyes as her sweet aroma fills him with a renewed lust for his patchwork ballerina. Mahogany lobes follow her movements as she whispers her words against his skin, causing the hairs along his spine to rise with anticipation. She agrees to be his again. To be at his side but only if the crown is given to her again. A wolfish grin slides into place as his jade green eyes follow her movements, savoring the gleam of sunlight on her glistening body. Her empty threat is met with a gruff chuckle as he snakes his head sideways to brush his whiskered lips over the petite curve of her breast. He should be furious that she only agrees so easily if there is a crown involved; but that is Vanya and he has come to accept it. She was living proof that it is easier to attract flies with honey. ”Together….” he growls, parting his lips to rake his blunt teeth lightly over her flesh, tasting the salt of her skin.