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Post by Wildfire on Oct 15, 2009 19:39:46 GMT -5
Artemis IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII The brisk morning air had wetted the emerald carpet with drops of dew. Her hooves and the lower portion of her pillars were doused with the water. A cool breeze tossed her forelock. Artemis had just woken from her night time slumber. It was nearly winter. She could feel it, even through her thicker seasonal coat. Her sleek and shiny pelt had become much thicker, yet still hadn't lost its glossy shine. The graceful arab picked her way through the maze of trees. Hadn't she heard that Aro was rounding up his broods? Rumor had it that he was breeding every mare in sight. Trying to build up their numbers. It would only be a matter of time before he found her too. A part of her wanted to resist him. Refuse to pleasure him. But her instinct to become a mother once more were growing stronger. Her duty to the herd, no matter how much she may not have liked its leader, held higher on her list.
The last time she'd mated was when Stella had been conceived. So long ago! She pondered, wondering where dear old Masquerade had romped off to. And at the same time, she hungered for that pleasure once more. All the while she let her thoughts tumble about, barely paying any attention to the world around her. The mist had slowly crept up as she wandered deeper into the forests of Morte. Above her, the caw of a raven broke the erie silence, yet the mare's tentative harks hadn't acknowledged it. |
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Post by .r e e d. on Oct 25, 2009 14:01:21 GMT -5
Aro [/color][/font][/right] The stag was almost done with his broodmares. There were just a couple more that were yet to be in foal. He needed more members, yes. The land would surely hold them all.
And just one of the mares that was yet to be in foal was near the overo. Ears flicked forward, he trotted to her. 'artemis.' The palomino walked up to her, wind blowing his cream tassles, amber eyes filled with cruel thought. 'would you like a foal?' He waited for her answer. Either way, he was going to. The overo circled her bodice. Silver legs stopped by her's. 'hmmm?' A smirk was drawn tight on his mug. The stag was horny, and nothing was going to stop him. He once more circled the mare. He could sense something was bothering her. 'i know you want to...' he purred. [/color][/font][/blockquote] Muse` gewd
Song` nothing
Character` Aro[/b][/color] |
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Post by Wildfire on Oct 25, 2009 14:14:53 GMT -5
Artemis IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII His voice trilled in her auds. His deep bass vocals penetrated deep into her soul. No doubt she had known it was him. As if her very thoughts had materialized him before her. Aro. Dome dipped low to the ground. Her lids creased around her glassy orbs, analyzing his appearance. He was handsome, enough that his looks alone could trick a mare into bending to his every will and power. What he said next didn't suprise her. Hadn't she known this was coming?
A fluid smile spread her kissers apart. She suddenly wanted him. The pull towards him was too great for her to resist. I do. She states simply, lyri not yet betraying her steadily speeding heart rate. As he circled her, she let loose her perfume, eyeing him as he made his circles. |
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Post by .r e e d. on Oct 25, 2009 14:24:19 GMT -5
Aro [/color][/font][/right] The large overo smirked, mounting the mare. 'get ready, artemis. i'm much better than your past.' The kiger snickered, thrusting. Her folds felt so warm and inviting. It had been a while.
Aro bit down on her crest and let out a groan. He began to thrust slowly, teasing her. And soon he sped up. The palomino overo moaned softly as he released for the first time. He dismounted, and began to clean her. He licked off the fluids and began to work his way into her folds, running his soft tounge over her flower slowly. As he finished, he walked ot her front and smirked. 'i cleaned you...' He smirked, dangling his thick pipe by her maw.... [/color][/font][/blockquote] Muse` awshum
Song` nothing
Character` Aro[/b][/color] |
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Post by Wildfire on Oct 25, 2009 14:46:56 GMT -5
Artemis IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII She felt his weight shift onto her back. Harks flickered at his comment and she held back a snort. There was no way he could be better than Masquerade was. She remembered the way he touched her, pleasuring her like she'd never been before. It still gave her the shivers. Midway through her fantasy she felt him slide in and that's when she realized how long it had been. Maw opened as she moaned, pressing her flanks to his underside. His seed flowed into her and her neck arched. Too soon he dismounted and pulled out of her, but she sighed as his silky tongue cleaned her, slipping into her flower. And then his tool was dangling in front of her face. She half smiled, extending her maw so that it brushed against its tip. Pink ribbon ran from tip to base, cleaning him off. She paused at his rubbers, sucking on them with force. Jaw opened as she let the sword fall into her waiting maw, massaging and squeezing it. |
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