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Posted on November 25, 2020 at 03:18:37 AM by CAIN
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She made him open up in ways few others did. She was a special mare and he could only hope she was finally starting to see that in herself. Reaching out like she did to put in her vote to be lead mare made him feel as if all the soft spoken words between them was well worth it. She was listening, and more than that, she was believing. That's what made all the difference. He relaxed against her, feeling the steady beat of her heart through her ribcage as they supported each other. He could let his walls down when he was with her, just be a stallion confiding in his best friend, his confidante. She made him feel like he could tell her anything. He didn't hesitate to drop that last wall and let his own insecurities flourish as he turned to her. The word "failure" held so much meaning for him, since he felt like one so much in the past year or so. Every battle lost, every mare who abandoned the desert, everyone he lost. He'd felt like a failure through it all. Yet here came sweet Berit with her heart of gold mending all those broken fences and offering a guarantee. How could he turn that up? Her answer came swift and softly and his body trembled in answer. He let out a breath, feeling his body melt that much more against her even as she ran her curves down him until his head was achingly close to the seasonal pull. She whispered more words that had his eyes darkening with yearning as he gave her a playful nip to her hip. "Then you are forever blessed. I'm not going anywhere." He whispered. He read th desire in her pretty features and made a low noise in his throat of his own burning lust. Then as her tail snapped, fanning her sweet scent, he flared his nostrils and flipped back his lip, drinking it in. Sighing as he let the feeling flow through him, he grunted as he turned to pull his weight on her sturdy hips. He nuzzled lovingly at her neck and withers before grabbing a piece of mane. Their bodies moved as one before he slowly dropped back to the ground beside her and ran his muzzle softly down her side, hoping he'd read the signs right. "You are truly something else..." He murmured as he nibbled and buried his lips in her mane, making sure she knew just how much she meant to him. Cain_stallion_7yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert Father to: Akello(xVihaan), photo by JNix@Shutterstock |
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