Phantom Hollow A Swing

With her approval, he reared up onto her. The yearling grabbed her scruff with a not so gentle motion and adjusted himself. He himself didn't know what to do, so he let instinct take the wheel. Issun had missed the first few times, proving to be inexperienced, but after a while he got the hang of it and didn't stop now. Though Malice was in heat, Issun was not the right male to produce offspring. He had not yet reached sexual maturity, so in reality the dance was more of an experience than a purpose.