i've learned to love a little bit of blood in my wine | foxglow Posted on June 12, 2024 at 10:15:25 PM by Carthage
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Carthage was pleased. He exuded this ease within the confines of this private wooded alcove, situated in the centermost part of his small territory within Paradise. Crimson eyes lazed lasciviously over every feminine inch of the buckskin mare in his company. He'd prided himself in every moment she had been present within these borders. Foxglow had never meant for their meeting to happen nor for autumn's heat to persuade her. She had certainly never meant for him to hold her here presumably against her will. A pleasurable smile curled at the corners of his dark lips; it had all happened according to his plan.
The dark bay stallion shook his head slightly, the ends of a near-black mane brushing against his skin as he did so. Then he sauntered forward, relishing the sight of her with their season-old son sleeping at her hooves. Carthage wouldn't ever presume to know what Foxglow had on her mind --besides leaving -- at any given moment. However, it was never hard to guess what was on his, not that she had acquiesced since that night last fall. Upon nearing her, Carthage would reach out to touch her where she might permit, seeking to brush his lips over her sweet-scented golden skin. If she refused, he would seek to get as close as she would permit.
Fall was tantalizingly close, and oh, how he wanted to see her give in to him again. His voice would lowly cross the ideally short space between them, hushed to allow their son time to rest. "Mmmmm," he murmured lazily. "Are you still thinking of leaving, my sweet? Is there not anything I can do to persuade you to stay," he proferred gently. He was toying with her, of course. Carthage would never let her leave unless it suited him, or at least he never intended to.