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broken glass, broken jaw *
Posted on September 21, 2016 at 00:18:06 AM by
asp *
the coffin is moving
She had already lost.
Just by thinking herself unable to conquer him (no matter how small the thought,) he had already won. Even if, when push came to shove, she managed to throw him from her home, it wouldn’t matter much. The Islands were small, and he was quite prepared to never give the woman a good night’s sleep until the Forest was his again.
She was not the only one
in love
with her home.
Whatever enjoyment and amusement Asp had carried, it dissipated like a storm over a mountain as soon as she pushed back. He was in control, here, and he would not submit to a horse who had nothing but a pipedream! Asp’s jaws snap open and shut, his wolf teeth clinking together and then he drove right back into her. His haunches strained as he pushed straight into her, grunting all the while and squealing when her teeth marked his hide.
None of it was particularly painful, however, not while he was caught in the throes of testosterone and desire (if anything, this little scrabble made him want her and the Forest
more
.) Still, each time she was successful with her teeth, his were trying to meet their own mark.
And his teeth were much more dangerous. Some mares had them, too, but the hooked canine-like teeth in Asp’s mouth were meant for tearing and hurting, and he was not afraid to use them.
She whirled around, a tornado of fury, and Asp disengaged just in time to avoid a flying kick. He circled just as quickly and dove straight back in, attempting to deliver bites to her rump and her flanks in a continued effort to get here where he wanted her to go. Her hooves thud against his chest, but in such a passionate state, Asp is only reminded of a child banging on a door.
Challenge!
asp *
five . quarter horse .
red dun [ee/Aa/DD/nO]
. stallion . homeless . played by hashtag
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it is not to the action that it is due
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m e n k h e t
September 22, 2016 at 10:43:28 PM
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By
m e n k h e t
September 27, 2016 at 08:45:36 PM
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