Meadow

It was quite the beautiful duet, the song that played between them now. His movements, much like the thick husky of his voice, ripples with the surge of testosterone that courses through his veins. She, the ever graceful dancer moved with lithe grace, a smooth and fluid contrast to the larger man's frame. The frustration palpable in his voice. She was no young filly new to the world and how procreation works. She had seen it more than once but never was there an urge to join into the throws. At least not until now.

A single ear tilts towards him, sleek copper red neck arching to view him from beneath the shadowed veil of platinum tresses. He wished her not to tease him and yet ever move he made screamed of love for the game. A game he played well.

His whiskered lips bump against her muzzle and despite herself she snakes her neck forward in one fluid movement to nip at the wiry whiskers in reminder that she is not his... not yet anyway. Her body betrays her. Like static his lips move along the arching curve of her neck, blood burning with desire that courses through her veins. His husky, graveled voice his thick as his pearly white teeth scrape against the soft flesh of her skin. A mark. HIS mark.

Were it another she would feel fury rising, dark eyes piercing with hatred and defiance. Yet the suave spoken stallion was something different. He brushes against her, a single ear twitches. The Cove. How quaint. Unimaginative in name but perhaps, that was the purpose.

His last words draw a smile to her lips. A seductive smile tugs the corners of her teacup muzzle upwards as regal crown tilts backwards, "I suppose it is only fair. You seem a stallion of your word after all." she breathes, the words hot against her own tongue. She knows he lingers on the edge, the desire swelling the air around them until even she feels the rise in temperature and the thin layer of sweat that darkens her skin to near black. "It would be a shame to fail me now."