Like The Sweetener You Are; Wolfbane, any

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

He can certainly see how such a name fitted a mare like this one. Everything about her was electric - she sent a buzz of elation surging through Wolfbane’s nerves at the sound of her voice, and the touch of her impossibly smooth skin made him ache. “Electra.” The stallion murmured, somewhere in the back of throat like a growl. They seemed alone as far as he could tell, pleasantly engaged with one another behind the curtain of sun-splashed hills and pockets of plant growth. As she wound her mouth over the path of his back, Bane lowered his own curious nose to the supple bend of her amethyst hind.

She smelled impossibly sweet, a fact that excited Bane to the point of hawkishly pecking her tender skin the further she allowed it. Only when she curls around again to brush alongside him does the pegasus seem to regain any sense of control, blowing hot air through his wide, flared nostrils as he quietly listens to her beg. “Sweetheart,” The brute groans, pushing his chest eagerly into the waves of her tail, half mad with desire.

One foreleg, striped and glinting, rises to wrap around her dark purple gaskin so he might hold her in place, and then the Lord sinks his lips into a adoring kiss where Electra’s loins curve beneath him. “you’re something else.” He breaths heavily, a few incredulous laughs bursting out from his churning stomach. For a moment there he’d gotten too serious, forgotten all about the idea that he’d pushed her into this by testing her capabilities.

“You’ve got the job if you want it.” Bane rumbles, a bit flustered as he backs off the newcomer. “I can say without a doubt that yes, you’re incredibly skilled.” He chuckles roguishly, easing to move beside her once more. Sweat already darkens his skin. “And I think Loess could truly benefit from having a dame like yourself.”

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Electra]