It didn't take long for Warsaw to emerge onto the beach. Nova swallowed hard just as her throat began to tighten, a familiar sensation that always seemed to happen when she first saw the large grey stallion after a while. A chill ran down the length of her spine and the sooty-colored mare shook out her coat in response. Her brilliant blue eyes remained trained on him, watching intently as he moved toward Tavas and greeted her with such a gross display of affection.
Her jaw clenched as she watched, and her stomach churned in knots. The mare often felt conflicted over her feelings for the stallion. On one hand, she loathed seeing the gentleness he expressed with her daughter. That's right, her daughter, not his. It made her blood boil. She flitted her thick, grey tail anxiously across her haunches and shifted her weight back and forth over her four legs with anticipation when he finally looked away from the palomino filly, and zeroed-in on her.
Despite the hatred she held for him, and for the way he managed to hold her here against her will, there was a part of Vita Nova that couldn't get enough of him. It was a primal, hormonal urge she struggled to suppress, no matter how hard she tried. She felt flushed as he meandered toward her, a vivid heat rising in her chest and in her loins as his thick, masculine scent engulfed her nostrils. Sometimes she'd find herself waken rudely and unexpectedly in the middle of the night, when she dreamed of the intimate encounter they shared in a row of caverns not far from where they stood now. Despite these secret desires and haunting longing for him, Nova steered clear of the stallion through the spring. She knew if she spent any time with him during the fertility season, she wouldn't be able to control herself.
And the last thing she needed right now was to be pregnant... again.
Warsaw speaks and Nova merely snorts in response, cocking her head to look away from him. Her stare instead hangs on her daughter, who smiles at Warsaw gleefully, as if waiting for him to return to play with her. Nova snorts again. "Her future is not for you to decide." Nova finally spats back, as Warsaw continues on. "That wasn't part of this... arrangement." She says hastily, shifting her weight anxiously again, and moves to face him. She raises her dished head high over her withers as she recites his words over again in her mind. "Really?" She questions, bewildered by his blunt offer. Since Nova and Tavas arrived here, Warsaw had done fairly well for himself. He'd recruited a few other mares, much to their own misfortune. "You have plenty of other girls to bother with this kind of nonsense," she quickly dismisses. "Why don't you ask someone who wants to do your bidding."
4 | Mare | Evaline x Valentine | Smoky Back Splash | 15 hh | © Vinyl |
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