Meadow

It is a dance both their bodies know so well they could have figuratively done it in the dark, as it was literally would do just as well in the muted light of pre-dawn. The leggy mare was well aware of when she was being sweet talked and manipulated having done more than her fair share of both, the difference was she was entirely accepting of it. She deserved to have stallions bending over backwards to please and appease her. As their faces draw together, pulled by that innate magnetism that seemed to exist between them, she inhales the musk that clings to his creamy coat. The scent of pine was heady when mixed with his masculinity and the anonymity the night gave them as her nose trailed down the thick corded planes of his neck. He mirrors her own admonishments, her body leaning into the press of his nose into her cheek before she gives him leave to recompense for his earlier sins.

The vibration of his throaty laugh against her neck sent tremors down her spine, those inky blank strands of her silken mane falling back into place as he pulled back just enough for her to study his face once more. Her amber eyes are alight with a fire that the pair generated solely by their mere presence together as a alluring smile pulled up the corners of her dark lips at his acceptance of her terms. “Well then, I look forward to all of your future penances.” Oh yes this would be fun.

A pleased hum rumbles in the back of her throat as he returns his focus to her body, appreciating every perfectly groomed curve and glossy inch of her coat no doubt. The repetitive motion of his teeth against her skin was luxurious, though few were as skilled at grooming as she he was by no means disappointing and her eyes fluttered closed pleasurably. One coppery ear trained backwards is all the indication she gives that she is no less focused on him though her body shifts gently, swaying with the motion as she gravitated towards his touch. The heavy fall of his breath against her skin was in stark contrast to the cool night air surrounding them and it was deliciously tantalizing.

She was not unaware of how his breathing increased, the deep sounds in his chest indication enough of the hormones at raged war within his body. Talisa’s impish grin only grew, men such slaves to the call of their bodies and mares alike but she took it as a compliment. She snorts lightly in disapproval as his touch leaves her for a moment until she feels the heavy pressure of his broad head against her withers. Her slender neck curves so that she can eye him with a mix of curiosity and allure. The dark tresses of her tail flick against the starkly contrasted paleness of his thick body as his risqué proposal fills the air around them.

Her long lashes flutter closed once more as he tickles his way back down her body, the sensation delightful and yet as he extends that offer of a place that could only be his home she pauses. Oh no, he was a fool if he thought it would be that easily and she was praying he wasn’t for what a shame that would be. In a motion that any ballerina would be jealous of her lithe body spins, long limbs crisscrossing delicately until she stands nose to nose with him once more. “But good sir I don’t even know your name.” Golden eyes wide and her voice full of imitated naïveté she acted the innocence to a T, were it not for how her own breath mingled with his for all their closeness. “Surely you don’t think me someone to blindly follow the first pretty face to make the invitation?” She laughed lightly, the sound melodic as she reached out to stroke her ebony nose down his painted cheek lightly. “If that was the case I’d have been gone a long time ago.” As much as Talisa enjoyed the game, and this handsome stranger was proving so far to be more than up for the task, she was worth the effort he would need to exert if he had any intention of attempting to call her his own. But oh was she worth it.