The way she said his name; the feeling that scorched through his flesh at the touched she offered was enough to send any stallion spiraling out of control. The scent of her filled his flared nostrils, drinking in her perfume as her tail fanned it around them. A rush of adrenaline and need twisted his gut, a fire burning in his belly that filled his loins. And just what Ruger thought he could handle no more, words filled his ears he never thought he would hear.
And he obliged.
Afterwards, Ruger felt no remorse or sense of revenge. Requiem was no where in his mind as he brushed his lips affectionately across her blue hide. His side pressed firmly against hers as he moved to stand next to her again. The heat that had been burning him so hotly inside had simmered down, but the warm comfort that filled him now remained. It had been so long that Ruger had been hollow, his need to fill that void a hopeless crusade. Yet somehow this mare had done just so; whether she had meant to or not.
“Will you be my light?”
Though Ruger had not meant to say the words aloud; he did not regret saying them. There was no trying to take it back, only the hope she would not reject him and fear that she would.
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