Falls

’It is wrong to taunt those boys’ even now she can hear the scolding tone of her mother’s voice hissing in her ear. However, just as she had done then, Abstract chooses to instead ignore the blunt warning of her dam and instead focus on the game being played at hand. Her nameless suitor does not let his mind wander as the gray and black stallion had done. Instead of focusing on a sister or one of the other horses tucked into the background around them, he keeps his attention solely upon her. From tracing the curve of her jaw with appreciative eyes to greedily devouring her sleek dark chocolate figure. She had imagined her sarcastic remark might render him speechless, however he at least proved that there were some sense of brain cells behind that handsome head of his. A mischievous grin tugs at the corner of her ashen lips as he speaks, his implication clear as if he had spoken it aloud. I would look good on you. The steady tempo of her heartbeat quickens.

His dry chuckle widens the smile upon her lips, turning it into something more akin to genuine than the pretty mask she wore moments ago. The warmth inside her spreads as her eyes linger on his off center grin and the boyish charm it brings to his chocolate features. Any sense of suspicion or reservation she should have felt disappears in that instant. He was no threat. A temptation, a tease, no doubt even a delectable treat if she played her cards right. Not a threat.

’I do very much prefer the company of beautiful women over other men.’ the words give her a bit of a better understanding about this so-called Lagoon. A place where the boys went to play apparently? I suppose some mares might find it atrocious, stallions cuddling against other stallions… but what did that make the peak? Did that mean the sanctified bitch liked to cuddle with other mares? Perhaps it was just as well she had not found out, the idea was enough to put a damper on the heated train the conversation she was having with this dark stranger was going. Nonetheless, she cannot help but to offer him a feigned smile of innocence as the salted words slip off her tongue. ”I bet you like to play with all the pretty girls, huh?” she coos, blowing a hot breath against his cheek. Dark eyes shining brightly, ”Something about the sway of our hips and the warmth of our breath against your skin as we whisper sweet sentiments into your little ears just gets you off… doesn’t it?” she teases with an impish giggle. However her attempt to taunt him backfires as much against her as it does to tempt him. Even now, she imagines the press of his body against her own and the continued whispers of perfection slipping from his lips as they grasp hungrily against one another.

His dark lips reach for her and she does not balk or lean away. His whiskered lips trace a path down the curve of her neck, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins. ’I think so.’ the promise catches whatever words might have followed suit in her own throat. Dark obsidian plume rises proudly against the womanly curve of her hip as his strong jaw rests across her back. A single forelimb strikes at the water beneath their hooves in warning but it is a feeble warning without much threat behind it. Come with me and find out. The offer was as good as any she has heard and yet breathlessly she curls her neck around to ruffle the dark hairs of his muscular shoulder. ”Come with you? I don’t even know your name! Didn’t you mama ever warn you about the dangers of strangers?” she murmurs, pinching the sleek hairs of his shoulder between her teeth playfully.