Life as a father was wearing on his heart and mind.  Not in a way that weakened him from exhaustion but in a way that softened him.  He could feel it turning his insides to mush.  Even their mothers pulled on his heart strings.  The deepest and darkest parts of him began to stir restlessly.  Sneaking moments of control before he pushed them back down.  He needed a release...and now.

As the day began, just as always, he snuck away before the children started in with 20 questions.  He hated flying in the heat of day but the twins were relentless so it was best he return near bedtime.  They could find something to occupy themselves with today.  They didn't have wings so it's not like they could go far.

Leaping from the rocky cliffs, his feathers wrestled the wind to submission...submission mmmm... A smirk creases his pale lips.  Mind wandering as wings flapped instinctively.  Flight to him was like breathing, effortless and without thought.  He crosses the ocean separating the island from mainland.  Finding a watery trail leading inland.  A river most would call it but whatever.  He glided among the turbulent winds, far from the prying eyes of the locals.  He wished to go unnoticed, for now.

Finding a small clearing in the midst of the land, his wings tuck to his barrel.  Allowing his body to plummet to the earth, his wings releasing at the very precise moment needed to not collide with the ground.  Lavender hooves land with a vibration, making himself known to any within earshot.  Ears flicker as breathing steadies.  Silver-hazel eyes scan through the dark crevices of wood and stone around him.  Finding nothing stirred.  This unsatisfied him greatly.  Even a frightened fawn would have pleased him.  A gruff sign ripples through his chest.

Hello~ 

The calling is almost melodic in it's tone.  Ears twist once again to where it had escaped from.  Eyes following with a quick snap of his head.  Finding a dark form hidden within the shadows of canopy.  A one sided sneer pulls at his lips as his eyes observe.  Nares drawing in the sweet perfume of fall that females soak themselves in this time of year.  It had been soooo long.  Too long.  

"Well hello..." He serenades back.  With his wings tucked to his sides he steps forwards.  Caution tossed to the wolves as she is very much alone and outmatched.  He can feel the testosterone coursing though his veins.  Causing his tender flesh to be heated and ready.  He is closing in on her.  A step back and she would find there is no where to turn.  Within reach now his muzzle extends to rake his teeth along her hunter colored neck. "I've been longing to sate a...need," he breathes into her skin.  Wishing it to shake under the tracing of his lips, "You are going to help me with that, you little slut...aren't you." It wasn't a question...it never was.

Lavender nares drink the scent of the mare into his core.  Eyes studying her vivacious curves and wicked grin as she flaunts herself in front of him.  Slipping from his touch with no more than a seductive whisper.  A devious grin curls his pale lips as she tempts him into the cool aqua of the river bed.  He coos after her, "Oh I doubt that." 

He turns to watch her step into the pool.  He wasn't one to get into the water easily.  Something too tempting to pass up would be the only thing to coax him into the liquid.  Fortunately she had one such thing.  Extending his long stride forwards, he comes to the rivers edge.  Eyes narrowing upon the mare and her game. 

Soon she is beckoning him in with sweet words that cause him to chuckle lightly.  Putting a hoof into the water, he moves towards her swiftly.  Coming alongside the mare and whispering into her ear just before she is dipping under the waters surface, "Your name is not required." 

He watches as she sinks under the reflective surface.  Ripples of water radiate from their bodies as each movement or heart beat creates them.  Her little show was admirable but he only could play along for so long.

As she resurfaces the look of temptress is replaced with sudden regret.  Uncertainty strikes the mares core and his position does not waver.  He simply watches with head held high.  Observing her now cautious movements a devious smirk crawls onto his maw.  She was fearful... Good.  She'd fight it until she weakened to the point of submission.

Words began filling the tightening space between them.  She seemed to lean away and he was quick to lean in further.  Pushing her back towards the solid ground of the forests.  Backing her into the darkened shadows the canopy created.  The open wasn't a place for them to do this.  Too many eyes to see him take her.  Too many ears to hear her desperate screams.  "Sorry but you CANT leave.  I told you I needed something and YOU will be giving me it you dirty slut.  You started this game and I WILL be finishing it," his tone is threatening.  Lavender ears lay flat, as his head lowers to snake her into the confines of the darkness.  His powers begin to seek items of the natural world around them.  An array of iron and stone plate his body in an armor as switches of thorns intertwine in the mix.  Spiraling along his forelimb shin plates and along his created breast plate.  A delicate mask shields his face with slivers of silver and wild rose thorn vines.  Each step he made was intended to cut off any escape and encourage the dark mare to strike first...

A cackle chokes from his cords as she screams profanities at him.  Threatening lashes like a snake, striking to find any vulnerable flesh, but he gives her none.  His armor is strategically placed and light enough for quick counter movements.  Strike. Miss. Strike. Block.  She'd tire quickly at this rate.

It doesn't take long for the fight in her eyes to dim.  This charade wasn't worth keeping up, so he pivots to align himself perpendicular to her shoulder.  She could bolt for an escape but she wouldn't be getting far.  Before she can attempt to rush of or lash out again in her feebile attempt at freeing herself, his jaw opens wide to place her wither bone between his front incisors.  The nearly two hands of height difference brought her easily against his broad chest as he pulled her close.  The barbs along his breast plate armor jabbed into her barrel as he tucked her under his neck tightly.  Any wince of pain she may release would only further his pleasure in that moment.

Drunk on hormones and lust he continues his assault.  With jaw still clamped on her withers, he swings his own rear-end towards her.  Finding the length of their bodies perfect for fitting her underneath him.  Anticipating this moment, he is already extended and hard.  While still holding her still, his foreleg closest to her side curls under him as he using his strong hindquarters to launch his front upwards.  Coming to rest on her back, he releases his jaw and grips her thighs with his forelimbs.  Shin gaurds, wrapped in thorny vines dig into her flesh as he pulls her into his loins.  Entering her with a thrust of urgency and desire, he continues.  Any ill words or screams would do her no good here.  She started it and he was finishing it...