Vadim
stallion | draft x | dunalino pintaloosa | 18hhs
What Vadim had practically begged for; Miriella finally allowed him to have. Despite the venom in her words, the stallion could not help but savor the warmth left on his skin from her breath. Or how closely they still stood together. The sting from the bite was easy to ignore in the presence of everything else she gave. Vadim wanted to lay his lips on her skin again, to drink in her scent and taste her flesh, and leave his heavy musk in return. It was only her admission of another stallion, that finally sobered the draft from his longing.
Already feeling as if he was suffocating in desire, Vadim felt as if she had suddenly pushed his head under the icy ocean’s surface. Miriella had wanted to hurt him, to make him feel as she had, and she had fully succeeded. Even though she had every right to be mad at him for being left here for so long, not that he could have done anything about it with the chains he seemed to carry everywhere he went. Miriella also had the right to find someone else, someone better. Vadim had always known every mare he had taken to the Lagoon loathed him, but somehow he had thought….. No, he should have never thought that.
The hard mask that Vadim had worn since the first time they met did not waver, especially now, as she had made sure to dry up anything soft he might’ve allowed to escape in the heady feel of desire. Instead, Vadim’s ears pressed harder against the ice crusted mane atop his poll, and his hot breath fogged on the cold air as he let out a harsh snort. “Play with the herd stallion as much as you like.” he sneered. “But when I shed these chains, the same ones I wore in the badlands, I will take what is mine.” Vadim stretched out his muzzle so his lips were almost close enough to brush the mare’s fuzzy ear hair. “You’ll never be free of me, Miriella.” he whispered.
The feel of emptiness as he pulled away was almost sickening, but Vadim still managed to step away from the palomino. He longed for the heat of her body against his side, not only because of the ice still clinging to him, but for the seasons he had spent without it.
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