Hoshor Plains [m]Begonia

She heard his hoofbeats, felt them thundering like her heartbeat. She eyed the valiant arch of his neck, the way the skin rippled like snaking sand dunes beneath his thick and tangled mane. 

His bugle would catch the attention of any other equines and yet he risked it still. She veered toward him when he tugged at her mane, whickering and flaring her nostrils. To free herself, she dipped her head, whirled and bucked, making the air snap with the flick of her heels. She missed him intentionally, but a strike from her heels could have caused permanent damage had she not spun away from him. 

If any predators eyed them in their dance, they would reconsider their approach. Even when she allowed him to come near and draw her into his embrace, she was watchful and never fully immersed in the sensation. 

Pleasure would mean nothing if it meant death.