Siggy was curious of this brutes reaction, and it almost pleased her when he lashed out. His teeth pulled at her taught skin, the follicles of hair ripped jaggedly from her flesh leaving an open, pink graze. The pink clashed terribly with her ebony coat, and Siggy snaked her head around, pinning her ears back almost instinctively. They twitched forwards again, well that was rude..., but before she could finish her sentence this winged fool had pushed himself against her.
In that split second, that pleasing moment when his flesh connected with hers, sent a shiver down her spine and she drank it in, like deep red wine. Nostrils flared, hungrily gulping in his dusty, musky sent and a squeal split the air, her tail switched angrily against her flank. Ultimately knocked off balance, Siggy side stepped, crossing one foreleg in front of another, frantically, determined to stay upright. The impact had knocked the air out of her. Her brain now processing without those dirty, lustful thoughts she panted, regaining some composure, her former elegance.
With an annoyed toss of her head, she dipped her muzzle to ground, nuzzling around at the dirt, unsure of her approach now. Part of the proud mare wanted to react, but the pathetic, pitiful side wanted to bathe in the glory of submission and defeat. Siggy raised her head, but only enough she could meet his gaze which was quickly diverted to the ground again, those black orbs of hers softened, and when little girls are good, what happens then? she cood. A sultriness lingered on her words, and they drifted softly towards him like leaves on an Autumn breeze.
Those eyes though, those dark pools of devilry were hesitant to meet his, she could see the sharpness in them, hear it on his voice. You fool, she thought to herself. Are you to roam the lands alone for the rest of time, lonely, barren... She shook her head in annoyance at the thoughts, Leave me alone.... Oh Siggy, you poor twisted, confused little girl. Who shall help you now?
You Used To Be Thirsty For Me