She meets his advances with one of her own, her blunt yellowing teeth raking across the course hairs along his muscular shoulder and despite himself Rougaru cannot hide the shiver of excitement and pleasure as it races down his spine. He notices her gaze drift towards where Sanibel stood in the distance but she does not bother to comment and well, Rougaru was not ready to break away long enough to offer up proper introductions. She was just too delicious.

A cocky smirk plays upon his lips as he meets her gaze for but a moment, stretching his neck forward once more to bump his muzzle against the still flat curve of her barrel. "If it was not impressive enough then I can always just make sure that it is my foal you carry... after all, who knows how many other stallons you passed on your way here." he taunts, lipping at the long strands of her tail, drinking in her sweet scent hungrily. Already the strong odor of estrus was fading from her, reassuring him just as her words had that she indeed would soon show signs of a foal that she carried.

A single dial twitches as the word king seems to catch her attention and he forces himself to draw his lips away from her skin, lifting his proud head high. A wolfish smirk dances upon his hansom features as he nods ever so slightly. "Yes, this island is mine... as are you. Does that excite you Vasilisa?" he asks, his tones deep as he bumps his muzzle once more against her skin.