The gravity of the situation seemed to finally reach the mare when he lunged for her the first time, and weighed heavier each time he did. She did well to dance and dodge out of his grasp, and the more energy he exerted, the better Vadim began to feel. By the time they stopped, both sweating and breathing hard, most of his foul mood had vanished. His ears remained tangled in his matted mane, and his green eyes hard as they rested on her, but he nearly laughed as she called him a bastard yet again. It seemed a fitting name to his actual one.
“Poor thing, did you think I wanted something else?” Vadim taunted the pretty mare. Given the season and his behavior, she had plenty of reasons to think that. But just like before, the stallion mocked her for it. Vadim doubted if he told her the real reasoning he wanted her in the Lagoon, that she would have any part of it. So, by making her miserable, he hoped that she would in turn make the stallions there miserable. If he could only get her to go just a little bit further.
Head dropping into a snaking position, Vadim took a few steps closer to the mare, keeping his large frame between her and any other escape. Just go, and I promise not to ever bother you again the young stallion inside wanted to say. But he knew he wouldn’t stay away. Vadim was having enough fun with her fiery attitude, had felt the tension in his shoulders ease after their little dance, that he would be going back for more.
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