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Pilar let the strangeness of this stallion wash over her, as if she were face down in the surf, salt water stinging her eyes and sand gritty in her mouth as she breathed. She ran, driven by a rumbling in the pit in the depths of her body that pressed her forward like a craving she needed to satisfy. The seal brown mare was entirely complicit, her white legs flashing underneath her as he surged closer, goaded by her teasing.
She offered the red stallion a sidelong glance or two, snorting at him as they ran together, the hungry glint in his eye not lost on her. Pilar fed his desire and her own with a stretch of her muzzle whenever he was within reach, clicking her teeth in a haphazard attempt to nip back at him.
When his teeth arrived on her withers, she felt possessed by his unmistakable allure, the draw of his masculinity magnetically pressing her closer to him—an unseen force there was no denying. Pulling up her gallop, she stopped quickly, sending sand spraying underneath her as she straightened, righting her posture as her dark mane spilled over her neck. He was strong-willed, handsome, and she stared him down with her dark eyes between the pieces of black forelock that straddled the distinctly curved ears atop her head.
“Pilar,” she told him obediently, accepting his teeth on her coat with readiness. She flagged her tail, lashing it and cocking her hind legs alternately, a signal meant to taunt him further and also warn him that she was feeling spicy enough to kick out if the circumstances so moved her.
“And you are?”
pilar
all I am is meant to bleed and bloom
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