He watches her, even without having to raise her eyes to meet his own, she can feel the lusty eyes as the roam over the curve and contours of her frame. A coy grin tugs the corners of her labrums upwards as proud neck arches elegantly, dark years alert amid the tangle of obsidian locks that frame the delicate curve of her cheek. She lifts her muzzle from the waters as he approaches her now, his thick saucer-like hooves propelling him towards her at his own clipped dancer's gait. Muscles ripple beneath the healthy sheen of his black and white body. Harlequin cannot help but to watch. He was hansom, there was no denying that, the way his thick plume of mane seemed to move about the musculr arch of his neck as though he at had life of its own. His tail carries high now as he slowly to a halt before her, his dark eyes bright with excitement and hunger. His words are thick and husky, graveled with lust as he presses his lips against the sleek curve of her neck. Excitement burned through her body, her skin shuddering in pleasure at the warmth of his breath. Her heart beat a steady rythm now as she turns to fix a single eye upon him.

She still was not quite sold on the whole motherhood package, but the hunger in his eyes and the burning of her loins would not deny him. Not this time. A seductive grin plays upon her lips as she stretched her head towards his own, bumping her ashen muzzle into the arching curve of his muscular neck. "I suppose I can only taunt you so long..." she teases, taking a step closer to him now, rubbing her head against the strong point of his shoulder. "Give me your foal Cain... I need it now." she murmurs her own lilted tones growing thick with pent up desire.