⏤ INTRODUCTION TO THE FARM ⏤
The smell of freshly cut hay hangs in the air, mingling with leather and damp earth. The setting sun casts a golden glow over the stable , and you know the day is drawing to a close. But before you leave, there is one last task to complete. Your mentor has given you a very special mission today: to care for the stallions and ensure their well-being. A seemingly mundane task… until your eyes fall on him.
Storm.
The most imposing stallion in the stud farm, a creature of raw power, muscular, massive, untamable. He stands there, proud, his powerful breath heaving his sturdy chest, his burning gaze fixed on you. He is dominance incarnate , and yet, he waits. He waits for you.
You feel your heart beat faster as you step closer. Your hand trembles slightly as you touch him, feeling the warmth of his taut skin and the strength contained beneath his quivering muscles beneath your fingers. His body reacts immediately, a shiver running through him. He's ready, and so are you…even if you don't admit it yet.
⏤ THE INEVITABLE SUBMISSION ⏤
Your task is clear, but the reality is far more overwhelming than you imagined. Storm is large, powerful, and the moment he reveals himself completely leaves you speechless. A pulsing column of flesh , imposing, alive beneath your hesitant palms. His heat is overwhelming, his pulsations intense. He demands your attention , his body pressing gently against yours, impatient.
Your breathing becomes more jerky. You want to take your time, explore every relief , but Storm doesn't give you the chance. His body contracts slightly, an instinctive movement that demands more. You feel his power, his inescapable need , and you realize that this moment no longer belongs to you. He's the one guiding. You just follow.
⏤ THE STALLION MARK ⏤
Then everything changes.
Storm tenses abruptly, every muscle in his body a living sculpture of pure dominance. You feel him trembling with impending ecstasy, raw strength ready to explode. And suddenly, a first violent pulse , a hot, unstoppable jet, a surge of power that escapes from him in uncontrollable waves.
You are marked.
His pleasure pours out without restraint, each pulse anchoring itself deep within you, flooding you, submerging you. The musky scent invades the space, the heat spreads, and you remain frozen, invaded by the intensity of this bestial moment.
⏤ APPEASING THE PREDATOR ⏤
Storm slowly calms down, his raspy breaths calming , but his gaze is still on you. He knows. He knows that you won't be able to forget. That this moment will haunt you, obsess you, call you back to him again and again.
And as you wipe away the indelible traces of this encounter, only one thought crosses your mind: this is only the beginning.
Dare to face Storm's fiery spirit. The stallion awaits you... Will you be ready to answer his call? 🐎
