Wild Horses: Killian and Awentia
This is my first submission, if it's well-received I may write a lot more revolving around these characters. Opinions are greatly appreciated! -Killian Whitehorse
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Wild Horses: Killian and Awentia
The light of the moon casts a pale luminance over Killian's lodge, standing in the remote river valley.
The firelight within plays two shadows on the wall, the silhouettes of two mates enjoying one another. Killian, the half-mustang stallion lays back, closing his eyes and sighing with contentment as his mare moves atop him, straddling him. Teasing him. He loves her just the same, though.
Her name is Awentia, which in the Tasunke language means "fawn". She herself is a far cry from the delicate image her name brings to mind, being as fine and strong as any stallion among his adopted herd could hope for. Her body curvaceous and powerful, her speed rivaling his own as they would run across the fields together. Equally as alluring was her softer, more feminine side. From her ample breasts to her long, dark mane and tail, her soft gray fur which shimmered in the firelight...she was a vision of heaven in the eyes of her stud. She simultaneously invoked feelings of reverence and pure animal lust in him, and sometimes the two would conflict as he would be filled with the urge to breed her quickly, over and over again. Tonight, however, they were in no hurry. Simply enjoying their closeness as she warmed him, rubbed on him, loved him.
Yes, it was true that the other males envied him, and not a day went by in which Killian himself marveled at the fact that she had not been mated long before they ever met.
Though the August night was clear and warm, the fire flickered in the central pit of their lodge, making him sleepy. Awentia wasn't going to let him drift off on her, though..she had other plans in store. She leaned over and kissed him, his eyes opening suddenly as he pulled her down toward him. Her squeal of surprise is muffled by his tongue parting her muzzle, tasting her. She nickers low in pleasure, grinding her hips against his as they lay together on their bed of thick wool blankets. His body temperature rises, he runs his hands along her lower back and thrusts upward gently to meet her, both of them still partially clothed in their buckskin. Noticing the ever-growing bulge under Killian's loincloth, Awentia runs her hand down along his body until she reaches his sheath. Taking it in her hand, she begins to squeeze and stroke it in rythym with her grinding..whispering her desire in his ear..exciting him more by the second. She, too, becomes increasingly aroused as the scent of her heat begins to drown out all else....
A sudden, high-pitched little neigh stops them short, causing both to jump. The two horses look to the bed on the other side of the lodge, and the tiny ears and dark eyes peeking up above the rail at them. Athol, their firstborn foal, has woken up and wants to know what's happening. Dismounting the stallion, Awentia walks around the fire to sit with their son and comfort him back to sleep. She takes him in her arms and holds him close, stroking his back. Propping himself up on an elbow, Killian watches and is filled with love for them both. They're more than he had ever dared to believe was possible, and he frequently would catch himself wondering if he had merely died 5 years ago when he found this place, and been living a dream ever since. He catches her eye, they exchange a smile before she turns her attention back to the foal.
He was still half-aroused however, and needed to get some air! Standing, he walks to the flap and looks out over the moonlit landscape of their private meadow. Ducking through the door, the dun stallion stands to his full height, enjoying a stretch. He looks down at his body, and marvels at how it's changed since he forsook civilization to come and live outdoors among the Tasunke. Their lodges could be seen a short distance away, some with fires still burning inside. Some dark for the night. A few years of healthy eating and the work of daily living stripped away the fat and the muscular bulk he had once known, to leave behind a lean, flexible and tough specimen of a horse. Like all the Tasunke, the wild ones. He had found out from his Clydesdale mother that he was one of them, his father too was a Tasunke..a "mustang". So he had sought them, found them. They knew his sire, and they accepted him. He was disillusioned with the world anyway, and easily adjusted to his new life. Then he had found her..
The night was warm and Killian himself was feeling even warmer, so he walked to the river's edge. He removed his loincloth, enjoying the feel of the gentle breeze on his naked body. He looked upward to the moon, and taking a deep breath leaped forward, plunging into the cool river water. It wasn't cold, but definitely cool enough to snap him out of his reverie and wake him up to the world. It was invigorating! Resurfacing, he takes a deep breath of air into his lungs and plunges beneath the water once again. Swimming beneath the surface, savoring the feel of the natural world all around him and coursing through him. When he resurfaces this time, she is standing on the bank..
The first thing he notices is that she is also skyclad, the moonlight reflecting off of her bare gray fur and turning it to silver. He begins to feel warm again, despite the cool river.
"Having fun without me?" she says, giving him a mock-disapproving look.
"Well, I had to do something with you taking care of Athol didn't I? You weren't paying me any attention after all" he replied back. He knew he was pushing his luck by saying it, he actually loved seeing her with his son but he may've liked teasing her even more! He knew what the reaction would be.
Wordlessly, she herself leaped into the river and pounced upon him, trying to dunk his head under the water as punishment for his teasing. They both laughed hysterically as they played together like a couple of foals..but with a decidedly different undertone. The cool water and night air was doing it's work on them, they both felt incredible and arousal began to sneak back in...
Suddenly she broke away from him, and waded back to the shore. Standing, dripping in the moonlight, she looked so beautiful to him...so desirable. Awentia knew he was watching her. She looked back over her shoulder, at her mate still sitting in the water. She grinned mischievously, raised her tail to the side and winked at him.
"Coming, stud?" she says seductively and winks again..
Somehow, words fail to find the stallion and he hastily exits the river. She just laughs and takes off running, dripping water everywhere as she goes. Killian gives chase, sprinting after her. His excitement rapidly rising, his heart pounding with the effort of catching her. She leads him on a chase across the valley, both of their wet tails flying in the wind. She eventually stops after some miles, and he catches up. They're both breathing heavy, looking at each other..panting and filled with the rush of life and the lust of their arousal. Their animal instincts are rapidly clouding their minds...they both want the other. He to take her roughly on the cool grass, she to feel him moving within her..his weight on her back..his cum flooding her insides and breeding her.
"Fuck...I need you in me!" she pants. She walks to him and drops to her knees in front of him. She looks up, to find his eyes locked on hers..his chest heaving with the effort of their run, his sheath beginning to bulge once more. She takes it in her hand roughly, squeezing it and coaxing his big horse cock out of it's protective sheath. His black and pink mottled penis rapidly drops for her, filling with blood and hardening for her. She strokes her hands over it, eliciting low grunts of pleasure from her stallion. Her eyes locked on his, she opens her muzzle and takes half of it into her mouth without hesitation, using her tongue on it's underside as she suckles his cock.
Killian throws his head back, wickering lustfully as he thrusts his hips so carefully into his mare, fucking her throat. All of this exertion has him so worked up that he's already close to exploding. He looks back down at her, she has her eyes closed..intent on sucking him..seemingly oblivious to all else.
"mmmm....Awentia that's so fucking good..." he breathes lustfully. She just smiles and moves her head up and down on his cock, her muzzle so soft and warm, enjoying giving him this pleasure.
"you'd better stop that baby, unless you want me to explode in your mouth.." he adds. She nods and releases his penis with a loud sucking noise. As much as they're both loving this, she has other things in mind.
"yeah..I suppose you're right", she says. "I want to feel your cum inside me!" and with that turns around and gets onto her hands and knees. Her tail raised high like a banner, her pussy winking so temptingly at him.
Killian stands behind her, his rock-hard horse cock standing and slapping his belly. He wants nothing more than to drop to his knees and thrust into her at once..but he's not quite through with her yet. With a great effort of self-control, he decides to get back at her for teasing him earlier! He drops to his knees, and sticks his own muzzle into her winking pussy. Inhaling deeply of her, he curls his lip back..savoring the aroma of her heat..her desire. She raises her tail even higher, winking rapidly, shifting her shapely ass back and forth..restless to feel him enter her. Instead, he pushes his tongue into her..lapping at her juices..making her shudder and moan with pleasure.
"mmmnn...fuck....good boy!" she moans to him, pushing her hips back into his face. He grabs her tail in one hand, pushing his tongue as deep as possible into his mate, lapping strongly at her sex. Teasing her clitoris, causing her to clamp down on his tongue over and over. She was building to her climax, he knew it. Halfway there, he suddenly pulls away and rocks back on his haunches. He looks over her shoulder in disbelief, as he watches her in her desire. He knew she wanted it, and he wanted it but he was going to make her beg for it!
"I'm sorry...did you want something?" he says, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes
"Fuck you, you know I want you to knock me up! I'm in fucking heat, what do you think?!" she shoots back at him
"oh...well if my lady insists..."
He leans over her back, and whispers in her ear
"tell me what you want, my love" he says in his most seductive voice
She squirts some mare juice at hearing this, and arches her back against him, her need obvious
"please...please fuck me stud" she barely manages to get out.
That was all that Killian could take. He takes his rock-hard penis in one hand, and guides it to her velvety opening. Wickering and grunting in his own animal lust, he lunges, thrusts deeply and roughly into her depths with one quick movement. She squeals in surprise and pleasure, clamping down on his invading horse meat and pushing her ass back at him. Her pussy is so tight and warm..it feels like silk on his cock as he takes her roughly on the meadow grass.
"ooo..good..boy..fuck me!" She manages to get out between his thrusts. Her stallion, however, says nothing. His brain is clouded with animal lust and words are forgotten. His hands firmly grasping her rump as he pounds his cock into her, his climax rapidly building. He leans over her back, and takes the scruff of her neck roughly in his teeth.
Killian takes his mare as she thrusts back against him, panting, rutting, overcome with hormones and the instinctual need to procreate. His nostrils flare as he blows hard on the back of her head with the effort of it all. She gasps and nickers with unrestrained lust, feeling his huge cock moving within her, breeding her, getting so close....she tells him so..
"Gods you are so beautiful...cum for me, my mare" he manages to whisper into her ear as he fucks her.
That was all she needed to hear. She gasps for air as her pussy winks uncontrollably, spasming on his cock as her climax hits her. Their combined juices running down the backs of her thighs. It was enough to push the stallion over the edge. The head of his cock flares up to three times it's normal size inside of her, and his tail flags up and down rapidly as he collapses onto her back, exploding inside of his mate. He too gasps for breath as his cock spasms and floods her reproductive tract with a liter of horse cum. Having nowhere else to go, his semen quickly runs back out and all over them both. With her in heat like she is, her pregnancy is virtually assured.
"Looks like Athol won't be alone anymore.." she says with a wink.
"yeah..." is all he can manage to say, as the flow of his cum gradually subsides. Spent, he rests on her back for awhile..they both breathe heavily, basking in their afterglow..recovering enough strength to move.
Later, after another quick bath in the river and drying in the cool night air, the two return to the lodge. The fire burns low, and Killian throws a few pieces of green wood on it to keep it through the rest of the night. Athol is sleeping soundly, and Awentia goes to him. She picks him up, careful so as not to wake him, and brings him to their bed to sleep with his dam and sire. The three lie together on their blankets, looking at the stars through the lodge's smoke flap for awhile. As Killian drifts off to sleep, his last thoughts are that he is the luckiest stallion ever to live a dream.
End