She can feel his gaze upon her now, feel it as though it burned into her skin. She felt her skin shudder in response, a sense of excitement lingering upon the back of her mind. Though she does not raise her head to meet his eyes, she knows that they roam freely over the supple womanly curve of her hips and the enticing flat barrel that promised easy to carry an unborn foal. The cold waters of the lake fall frigid into her belly as he speaks. A single ear swivels towards him as she lifts her head, droplets of water dripping from her ashen lips.

He reaches for her again, and she stomps a hind leg in warning, her thick plumage flicking across his muzzle as he spoke. Ears snap backwards as without another word he climbs atop her back, the weight of his frame preventing her from kicking her hind legs out at him in warning. She braces beneath him, her back hunched as though she was fixing to attempt to throw him from her back but she does not try. It does not take him long to find her entrance and with a shudder of pleasure he releases the tension she was sure rose through his veins the moment his eyes set upon her there in the commons. He remains in place for a moment or two longer, as though he willed her body to accept his seed and the seed of no others. When finally he does slide from her back, she lets out a shrill squeal and kicks both hind legs out at him, her tail tucking tightly against her rump protectively.

Fierce gaze turns upon him now as she fixes him with a cold glare, a harsh snort escaping from her lungs as she lifts her head proudly. "Left that little part out at the mainlands huh?" she snaps, stomping a single forelimb again. She turns to him, sleek arching neck snaking forward to allow ivory teeth to pinch the flesh of his shoulder. "Next time you best remember to ask my permission... otherwise there might be another's scent to cover yours." she taunts, flicking her tail once more across his face as she turns away from him and continues to amble along the borders of the lake, dropping her head here and there to snatch up mouthfuls of grass as she passes. Occasionally she turns her gaze to him, following his bulky frame with suspicion. It was fun, she was finding. Taunting him with her words and the supple curve of her exotic figure. She could savor these moments, at least while she still had them. She did not doubt that before long, she would begin to feel the first signs of an unborn child in her fertile womb. That is, if his seed was as determined as he was.