Morning came, as did Aurora and Skye. Multiple times. Too numerous for Aurora to keep track of, really. She knew she couldn’t stay in the stall with Skye, mating desperately over and over again. But that logical part of her brain didn’t have any control over what her body was doing. Not right now, with breeding spell after breeding spell placed upon her. During one session with Skye, while the stallion was shooting seed into her newly empty womb, Aurora decided she would have a talk with Mikhail once this was all over. He didn’t need to be dumping so much magic upon one breeding session, no matter how desperate he was for it to succeed.
The rays of the sun began to filter into the stud stable, falling upon Skye mounting Aurora yet again. The stablehand that had taken over for the first one during the night smirked as he watched. Mikhail walked into view. He did a double-take at the horses still mating.
“Did they take any breaks to sleep?” Mikhail asked the stablehand.
“A few,” the stablehand replied.
(Not enough), Aurora thought grimly. She was exhausted and worn out, her equine womanhood thoroughly pounded and used. At this point, she was no longer enjoying herself. Skye, however, still seemed to be having a fantastic time. Finally, Skye shot a load into her. Aurora went to the door of the stall immediately. Mikhail laughed.
“Had enough of Skye, eh? Well, let’s take you to the broodmare witch.” Aurora’s heart soared. She could finally make her escape once she was out of the stall! Mikhail snapped his fingers. Aurora felt a behavioral charm settle over her again. Never mind her grand escape plans. She wouldn’t be able to do anything but act like the perfect docile mare until the charm wore off.
The stablehand put a halter and lead onto Aurora, then led her out of the stud stable, Mikhail walking alongside them. They headed for the stable that housed their pregnant mares. If Skye’s attempts had succeeded, Aurora would be staying in that building for quite some time. Unless she could make a break for it at some point.
The witch that specialized in broodmares was a Warstone family member, and excited to see Aurora. She oohed over the palomino mare, complimenting her incessantly. Mikhail had to remind her of her job. She needed to determine whether Aurora was with foal or not.