Meadow

There was no lack of appreciation in the aged gentleman for the moment in which he found himself enveloped, even if he is not fully aware of it at the time. To have such a unique and singular woman such as Sabriel for some reason desire him was something he would never have fathomed possible. He had sought only to protect her, to help her in whatever way he could no matter how minor and found himself entrusted with something so precious as her heart. And it was a two way street, for Bondurant was well and wholly hers just as he had promised for he was ever a man of his word even in the darkest hours of his life and there had been many. What he had done to deserve a second change from life he was not sure, but he was damned determined to cherish every moment. He still felt a measure of uncertainty, an ever present concern that he was not up to the task of loving her, but the warmth of the brindled woman pressed against him drowned it all out. If she so desired it he was sure he could very well fly.

He rested peacefully in that embrace; his heavy head supported as it lay gently draped across her soaking up every moment. It was the teasingly sultry tone in her voice when she next spoke however that had his gaze shifting back to her face even as his heart seemed to accelerate though he did not yet recognize why. “Whatever my lady requires of me.” The words muttered in near dream like compliance, those emerald eyes searching for her meaning even as she began to move.

Understanding alighted across his features as she shifted her position, her brindled form moving with near feline leisureliness while his body drank in every ounce of the warmth radiating from her own. Suddenly the elder stallion felt like a yearling colt once more, as if the years of experience had been sloughed off leaving him weak kneed. Her mere presence was heady, the effect of her gently teasing the sensitive skin along his painted spine obvious even without the gentle shuddering it caused to reverberate across his sizeable form. Unable, though also entirely unwilling, to resist the near magnetic pull of her voluptuous body he took advantage of their positions allowing his spotted nose to explore the way her brindled barrel rolled into the gentle dip of her hip.

He tarried there, breathing warm against her skin before inhaling in that unique and heady scent like a drug he so desperately needed. His heart thundered on in his chest, as if determined to break free of his ribcage. Undoubtedly desire raced through every molecule of his being, tinged with a hint of nervousness he had not known in over a decade. It was not lack of experience, nor had he forgotten how to fulfill his duty as a stallion in his old age for even last year the mare Ember had ignited such passions from him. It was decidedly different here and now with the enigmatic woman who had so wholly captured every part of him, even those which he had thought long extinct.

As she stopped parallel to him, though facing the opposite direction, he languidly drew his whiskered jaw across the contrasting black and white of her form until it rested on atop her croup. For a moment drinking in the carnal look held in her azure eyes, so bright even in the pre-dawn which surrounded them. His body pivoted instinctively though his head remained in place, gently nibbling across the white flecking that smattered her back moving toward her withers as he closed the distance between them. "You are the most incredible mare I have ever met, Sabriel." The words thick with desire and murmured against her flesh. Unsure how long it had been since he had done more than satiate need, but actually love the woman he was joining with. He only knew he was lucky to ever get to feel this way again and he was desperate to ensure she knew just how much it mean to him, for undoubtedly it was not something which was easily given.