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I feel a deep sense of pride rush through me whenever I look at this human woman. I have seen her at her strongest, and at her weakest, and I am so pleased that she has found something in my realm which she is happy about.
“She is to have free rein of these stables,” I tell him. His brows lower, and I know he is not pleased to hear that. Vulpes considers these stables his very own realm, and he is not pleased to have disabused of that notion even for a moment.
“Of course, she will follow any orders you give her,” I add. “And she will work as necessary, and as you see fit.”
“So you’ve brought me a spoiled stablehand, is that it?”
There are few, actually, there are none who would ever be allowed to speak to me that way, but Vulpes is unique in a great many respects. There are none who can handle a stallion as he does, and his mares almost always foal without issue. He is a demanding, domineering, absolute beast of a warrior - a survivor after my heart.
“I’ll do whatever you say,” she says to Vulpes, showing more submission and eagerness than I’ve ever seen. I’d be jealous if I didn’t know this was not one hundred percent about her wanting to be with that mare when she foals. Gossamer is the pride of our stables, a unique beast.
“See that you do,” he grunts. “Don’t bother the mare.”
“I won’t. I promise. I won’t.”
“Thank you, Vulpes.” He and I go a very long way back. I trust him more than anyone. That is why he remains here, with the pride and joy of the planet under his care.
“Anything for you, sire.”
He leaves our presence in order to attend to other matters, and probably to swear to himself somewhere I can’t hear him.
“Thank you!” Blaire is glowing with happiness. I love seeing the smile on her face, that rare expression transforming her into a creature of even greater than usual beauty.
“You will reside here,” I tell her. “And so will I. There are apartments above these stables, which we will inhabit.”
“That sounds amazing. We can look at the city some other time, right?”
I have shown her the secret wonder of my world, the city over which generations have fought - and she could not care less about it because there is a horse about to give birth. I do not think I could love her any more than I already do at this point. There is something about passion that makes someone more attractive than they were - and she was already very attractive.
“Come here,” I growl, pulling her close. “We have some time before the mare drops, and I want you.”
She melts against me, willing and eager for my lustful embrace. I could take her up to the apartments, but I have no need to hide my lust for her. She is well again. She is happy. She is healthy. And she is mine. I kiss her deeply and I let my hands roam over the same curves I tended with care, but this time with far more carnal intent.
This is the first time we have coupled since she was injured. It is also the first time I have taken her in which she was not furious with me. I have pleased her, and she appears willing to stay with me of her own accord. I have tamed her, without meaning to. I have made her my own by being tender with her, and nursing her through her injuries. I have also made her my own by giving her free rein of my stables. Kindness and bribery. Who would have thought…
“Do you love me?”
Her question is direct and comes after we break our kiss.
“I do.”
“Really.” There is cynicism in that question, but I know better than to take it personally. Humans are an emotionally harsh species to navigate. They wound each other time and time again. I know this because I can see it in her gaze. She wants to believe me, but she is afraid that I am lying.
“Yes.”
“I’d think you were lying, but I know from some of the psycho shit you’ve said in the past that you don’t lie.”
“Psycho shit?”
“When you were treating me like I was one of your mares to breed.”
“You’ll still be my mare to breed when I am done breaking you, my little filly.”
I feel her bristle, but I also see her blush with desire. As much as she may hate to hear it, there is a part of her, a simple, physical, animal part which thrills to my promises of carnal conquest.
“Ass…”
I cut her curse off with another kiss, and start removing her clothes. One garment at a time, I pull them from her limbs, tearing where I have to. I want to see her body again. I want to feel her bare curves. I want them pressed against me, here, now, in the middle of my stable.
