I Know It Ain't The Stallion Novels & Stories

Blinking, she rubbed her eye with one knuckle, succeeding only in smearing in more cum from her liberally lathered hand. "That's one," Zia announced calmly. "You might consider swallowing more, unless you like it messy," she offered as casual advice. She turned and opened the gate to the stall, gesturing with a sweep of her hand for Etta to make her exit. The girl struggled to her feet, slipping in the puddle of cum around her knees. Dutifully, she followed the servant girl to the next stall, containing her daddy's prize racehorse — a glossy black stallion.

I didn't remember the others, but I knew the Great Dane was Eliza's favorite. "Alright, now that you've met the pack, come and met the horse." I followed her into the barn and watched her flip on some lights. There behind a wooden door stood a large stallion. He was sandy in color, a black mane falling down his thick shoulders. He was tall and very intimidating. "This is Badger! He's a Lusitano, pretty isn't he?" I nodded at her, keeping an eye on the large beast.

No hesitation. That makes it worse. The compound is wide. Open in that deliberate, expensive way where nothing feels crowded and everything has space to exist properly. It takes a few seconds to cross it, but right now it feels longer. I can hear something before I see it. A soft shift of movement, controlled, steady. Then I see it. I stop. A white stallion stands just beyond the paved stretch, near the section my father uses for things that don’t belong inside the house. It is not tucked away or hidden. It stands like it was placed there on purpose, like it knows it is meant to be seen.

My attention had already drifted to the back of the stables, where a heavy wooden stall rattled under the force of a massive, restless animal. I walked over. Inside was a purebred black stallion. He was towering, his coat gleaming like obsidian in the dim light, and he was currently stomping his hooves, snorting aggressively at anyone who walked past. I stopped right at the edge of his enclosure. The stallion turned his massive head toward me, letting out a sharp, warning breath. I held my ground. Slowly, I reached my hand over the wooden gate. "Miss, please step back!" Davies yelled, his voice cracking with panic as he rushed over. "That's Mr. Blackwood's personal mount! He doesn't let anyo

Why? Is Ruby so good at everything? She growled. Caleb cursed under his breath. As Ruby approached the flag first, he yelled, Ruby, even if you win, it's only because of that cursed horse. If I had a steed like that, you wouldn't stand a chance. He was seeing red, cracking the whip over and over. His horse from the Knight stable was considered second only to Chasing Wind, but its breeding had a limit, and its speed had already maxed out.

she smiled. Joel watched her with narrowed eyes. “Alright. What do you want? What can I give you?” he asked. Aaron was curious to see what she would ask. “A stallion.” “A stallion?” He frowned. “Yes. A strong healthy black stallion.” “Oh…” he nodded with a smirk. “Why a stallion? They are more….” “Difficult? Aggressive? I heard that. I don’t mind. Dealing with difficult creatures is becoming my specialty.”

"You have a big mouth, huh? You don't look like a girl who can talk back. You don't know me. I am Stella. Kevin is mine." I tightened my fists, turning my head away. "I have no interest in your Kevin," I murmured. She burst out into laughter. "As if he will ever have interest in you. Look at yourself, bitch." I did not know how to give it back to others. I only knew how to struggle and survive. I sighed and said, "I will not look at the posters." "Good for you," she said with a shrug. I went to my bed and lay on it. I closed my eyes and hid my face with a pillow.

"Are you vampires?" I asked him, wondering what trap I had fallen into. "We can't hide anything from you!" he replied, amused. "This is Stéphane Veroni, and in case you didn't recognize me, I'm Nigel Caliene." He looked confident, as if it were impossible for anyone in the world not to know who they were, let alone fail to swoon over them. Pissed off by their dumb duo, I shrugged my shoulders and stared at him sarcastically, oblivious to caution.

Sitting on the wide back of the nightmare, William allowed himself to pat the stallion in a possessive manner and say tenderly: - If you help us, I will be indebted to you, Kesha. Nightmare snorted at the smaller version of his name. And he took off at a gallop. William grabbed the mane with his hand, and with the other he grabbed the Saint, pressing her to him. A doomed cry escaped the young man’s throat when he realized that the stallion was rushing straight into the wall. "Crazy!" - a panicked thought flashed.

I sighed as the water relaxed my muscles and I closed my eyes hanging my head back, enjoying the downpour of the water. How I wish I never made that stupid contract and told her that I’ll stay faithful to Pearl even if I meant none of it. Pearl doesn’t deserve my loyalty. She should be thrown to sharks for I hate that bitch! The world didn’t need a bitch like her anyway. Pearl.