He hardly heard her words. There was a rushing in his ears when she reciprocated his interest, and the minutes after that were a blur.
When it was done and the gentle waves of pleasure had faded from his body, Orhan felt... He was not exactly how he felt. He stood parallel to the mare’s rump, his head leaning against her warm flank, and to his shame, his thoughts turned to Kazga again. It was different with her, he mused. Though he cared for Vesti, it had taken courage and willpower to enjoy a carnal moment with her, something he had not needed with the black mare on the continent all that time ago.
It was then he suddenly realized just what Vesti had said moments before he had given himself over to his instincts. Pulling away from her abruptly, he felt his face begin to burn: and not with anticipation this time.
“Vesti,” he said gently, hanging his head and averting his gaze. “What you said before... You don’t think that...” Embarrassment closed his lips before he could continue, and the rest of his sentence trailed away into nothingness. Before all this, he had been planning on asking if they should try more than once, to be sure, but that would likely only fuel her assumption of this having been his first time. “Nevermind.”
The stallion stood a little straighter and shooed away a few flies with his tail. His dark eyes were distant and his ears drooping sideways as he gazed out across the yellow hills of his home. Then a sudden thought occurred to him, and tentatively he spoke again. “Have you... ever been in love?”
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