It will be difficult to watch you go. The painful words fill the space between them. She wants him to stay, to be here in the Dunes with her. His heart clinches, he hates to disappoint her. "Atlantis is just a swim away." He offers the sentiment to her, that he would still be close. "You can always come and visit," he says as he bumps her gently with his muzzle.
A brief moment of silence spans between them, his skin against hers. He can feel her even breaths, the warmth of her skin against his, and her scent is overpowering, he can no longer resist his primal instincts. He gently caresses her barrel with his pink lips, touches the curves of her hips, he yearns for her body to be his. He quivers with anticipation. He can no longer resist the fire that has been set ablaze beneath his grullo hide. In a single swift motion, he takes her beneath him. His muzzle seeks the supple skin of her back, as grunt of ecstasy falls from his pink lips.
His hooves touch the sand beneath them with a soft thud, his glacial eyes ablaze. "Min sonur, will grow strong." he whispers to her barrel, that would soon be swollen with his child. "I will be back to insure your safe, that our ungbarn is safe." he says as ee pushes his muzzle into the crook of her neck.
Translation:
Min sonur: my son
ungbarn: child
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge