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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on May 15, 2009 17:58:06 GMT -5
hannibal --->> Smirking, Hannibal released his grip on her neck only to place his teeth into the other side of her neck. "Both,"
[/b] he snorted, pushing himself deeper into her. He was having more fun than she probably was, and with the lingering taste of blood in his mouth, his thrusts grew harder and faster. He wanted more of the red liquid in his mouth. It tasted so sweet against his tongue. <<---[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on May 15, 2009 18:09:48 GMT -5
Spirit Spirit cringed as he released his grip and bit down in a different spot. His thrusts began getting Harder and harder, and much, much more painful. Pain Surged through every bit of her body. It felt like he was rubbing the inside of her raw. She groaned in pain as his thrusts grew faster and faster. The pain was unbelievable, she cried out in pain as he continued to get rougher. You bastard.. She mumbled under her breath. He seemed so cruel, so... unforgiving. [/blockquote] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on May 15, 2009 18:41:56 GMT -5
hannibal --->> Stopping for a brief second, Hannibal let out a soft laugh. "Aye, that I am, my sweet," he let go of her neck to hiss into her ear. He thrusted back into her, enjoying the feel of her body around him, and he nipped at the bleeding marks he left on her neck. He was surely enjoying himself now, a grunt emitted with each thrust into the poor mare. He hadn't done this in a while, so the sexual tension within him had been built up. <<---
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on May 16, 2009 14:56:29 GMT -5
Spirit Spirit held her breath with each violent thrust. She wanted to say something about him, but what good would it do? She groaned, and moaned as he continued to cause her pain. She whinnied as he bit at the marks he had just made on her neck. Spirit looked in the direction of where she had left her filly, she prayed she was alright.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on May 17, 2009 9:09:27 GMT -5
hannibal --->> Hearing her, Hannnibal flicked his ears slightly, pushing into her a few more times before finally letting himself finish in her. Waiting a few moments, he then nipped at her mane, and dismounted. Breathing heavily, the painted stallion swung his head glancing over to where he knew Spirit had been looking. "There is no need to worry about her. She is fine," Hannibal whispered, and nipped at Spirit's hindquarters. He moved away from her, his head low, and stood far off, eyes half closed.
ooc. Shall we post in the foaling place now?
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