To her relief, Ken had not been a jack long enough to practice fighting. After several minutes of trading blows, the Cob reared into him, sending him sprawling. With that, and the bites he had suffered at the start, he backed down and trotted to the far corner of the pasture. He looked so dejected, with his tail and ears hanging low she felt a bit sorry for him.
Not too much though, as her proper welsh sutor strutted before her with his tail flagged, whynnying triumphantly and kicking at imaginary foes. She flagged her own tail unconsiously, eyes shining at her handsome lover who saved her from the forbidden sin of incest.
As one they trotted together through the pasture.
She needed no compulsions from Circe- His scent and the beauty of his shining bay hide filled her senses as she led him below an apple tree. She squatted for him, her sweet invitation splashing to the ground behind her, driving him mad with delight.
Before she was aware of it, his weight landed on her back, and something hard jabbed at her rump. Before she could think to object, he found her secret and slipped inside her. something knobby stroked her secret nub in passing, sending shivers of delight through her. Each thrust from her.. husband? ...sent her higher in passion until something locked to her womb for a moment, then flooded her insides with delightful heat.
They stood locked in passionate embrace for an eternity before he slipped free with a gush of salty smelling fluid that smelled like him. She turned and nuzzled him as he licked the bites he had delivered at the height of passion. Something inside her changed as their seed joined. She knew she had been wed as surely as any church service.
Her brother would be free in the spring, but what of her future? She might not even learn her husband's name beyond his scent and call. What were her obligations when she was free?
She snuggled with her gallant love and hoped for inspiration...