’Yes….’ the warmth of his breath against her heated skin sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins. A warmth that has long since gone dormant.
The fluttering of a smile ghosts across her ashen labrums, fleeting and faint for a mere moment and then disappearing altogether. She could give into it all, the voice a soft whisper in the back of her mind. She could allow herself to diminish into the nothingness of a mare enamoured with a stallion. She could spend the rest of her days, roaming the seas of sand and strolling along the beach in peaceful oblivion until the day her heart fails or the gods deem to bring her home. She could be nothing…
But the sharp eyes of the golden gold peer up at her, his icy blue eyes blinking, drinking in the sight of mother and the familiar. Small ears rotate backwards as he voices his displeasure at being forgotten with a snort and a stumbling step forward, wobbling on unsteady legs until he is close enough to bump between the sturdy figures and remind them of his persistent presence.
That alone is all it takes for such fantasies to vanish and the soft whispers to silence as she stuffs them again into the depths of pandora’s box where they belonged. Dark eyes flutter closed as she inhales a deep breath of Asmodeus’ woody scent, allowing it to wrap around her mind like the tough bark on a tree. Near impenetrable. ’Only if you promise to stay my Queen.’ he draws, his thick voice heavy with promise. A promise that grants a far more wicked smile to appear on her lips. Near-black eyes open as she leans into the stroke of his feather-light touches, aching and hungry for the fiercesomeness that lay buried beneath. An impish laugh purrs from the depths of her breast as she tilts her head towards him, pale lashes blinking hungerily over the sharp contours of his face. ”We will be unstoppable.” she purs, pride and elation twining greedily within her.
Cahyr snorts at the adults, but the lure of milk and its proximity too enticing for him to bother with paying either much more attention. Hungerily his pale head bucks against the chocolate mare’s flank as greedily he suckles the warm nourishment.
Nyimara smirks, repressing a grunt at the passion with which the newborn bumped against her sore sides. Long, silver tail flicks towards the colt in wordless admonishment as she cast her gaze about them. The desert. Father’s first and last resting place. ”We have much work to do.” she purrs, a single fluted lobe tilting back before she turns her gaze once more to Asmodeus.