Horizon Ridge You need it so believe it

He did not leave, nor would he. Her scent kept him bound. Hiram would not go until she departed from him, and even then, perhaps he would follow her -- forget about his task for a week and follow behind this woman until her heat subsided. This hold she had over him was a powerful thing. Even physical relief could not shake it. He desired more from her. Even now, with little time to recover from their last pairing, Hiram reached out with his muzzle to silently preen the fur on her neck once again.

She would come for him: in more ways than one, he quickly thought. When he returned to the grotto, with children in tow, he would wait for her to return to him. "Good," he muttered, smiling as he trailed his touch lightly along the length of her spine. He breathed in; her scent, stronger than ever -- but now, her perfume was intertwined with his. His claim over her was obvious to anyone with a nose.

Once again, consumed with desire, Hiram threw a forelimb over the woman's back. Their sinful coupling would only be the first of many.