She knew it as coming as soon as his teeth latched onto her shoulder. The lustful anticipation that had been building between them from their first instance in the Meadow had not abated; in fact, the flames of desire had been stoked steadily since the silver beast had marked her as his own. She could have easily gone on teasing him for the rest of the day until he was mad with desire for her, but for this one moment, she would give him the illusion of victory.

Still, she squeals again as he lifts himself above her, his hooves scraping sandy marks across the whites of her hide. She can feel the crush of his grip on her withers once more, the heavy weight of his body settling onto her dainty figure. For only the second time in her life she finds herself below a stallion The elegant arch of her neck bows as she crowhops beneath him, her skin sliding against his. She stills only when he finds his mark and takes her as his own, a tense smirk on her lips.

When he is done taking his pleasure at her expense, she steps gingerly forward, away from the touch of his body. Her amber gaze rises to meet his own in challenge, but she says nothing for a long moment. She stares him down, her own ribs heaving as she catches her breath. Vanya wants to both crow in victory and eat him alive for his audacity.

She'd driven him to this point, she knew, and some part of her had craved the feel of his body over hers. Vanya had wanted to force his hand, if only to exert what little control she had in the situation. She'd needed him to take her as his own, to covet her enough to make her feel alive again. The thrill of victory he'd felt at his moment of release would now forever be hers to keep. She would forever occupy that portion of his mind and she delighted in the idea that he might reminisce about their little dalliance later, when he no longer stalked her every step.

She needed him to remember, because she would not allow it to happen again.

Eventually, the slender mare turns with a flick of her tail and heads a few paces inland, her steps ginger. Only when she has made it a few steps up the beach does she twist the elegant arch of her neck so that she can look back toward him with an eyebrow raised.

"For now, my King. For now." She purrs the words for him, although there is precious little change to the defiance in her eyes. The overo glances toward the jungle and then back to her claimer, the smirk returning to her pale lips. "Do you plan to keep me on the beach all night, or do I get a tour?"