Novel & Cerita Overlord Mare

We both laughed and I saw Marie sneak a little smile at the remark. “Oh, yea! We just can’t understand them. Wouldn’t that be cool? Quabbles scared the living daylights out of me when I found her.” Marie flinched and turned around to face Gabe. “Gabe! Enough of Quabbles! Goodness you’re impossible!” We both giggled and then I turned to my horse. He was a beautiful black and white horse. His mane was silky black like Gabe’s hair and his body was white with black spots.

I decided to name him Loki, continuing with Aunt Kim’s Norse God theme, and Everly wants to run an online contest for the rescue’s social media followers to name the gray mare. We’re taking them, along with the three ponies Jacob is hauling, right to the clinic. He already talked to Crystal, who set up stalls. They’ll stay there until we can be sure they’re healthy and not contagious; though, Jacob told me not to be surprised if the mare needs to stay longer. She’s in rough shape and lacks the light in her eyes Pongo has, looking like she’s completely given up since her previous owners gave up on her.

I asked, eyeing the fine creatures for something familiar, trying to inject a bit of lightness into the heavy mood, my words coming out quiet. He didn’t answer at first, his quietness ringing loud, his face shut down, making it clear he wasn’t up for chatting. I edged closer, taking in his tense jawline, and my chest felt heavy. “I’ll go with Brown Starlight,” he said at last, flashing a quick half-smile as he led out a sturdy chestnut stallion. “I’ll claim Thunder, the white one with the wild blaze,” Sarah chimed in, her tone upbeat and almost buoyant, as she approached a glossy mare, her bottled-up excitement spilling over the awkwardness.

I needed speed. I sprinted down the hall, taking long strides until I reached the stables. A guard turned to me and stepped aside. “Here she is, my lord.” There she stood. Lucian’s newest horse. A massive shire mare, tall and powerful, her dark coat shining under the torchlight. “Damn,” I whispered, reaching out to touch her. Her coat was thick and soft, and she smelled faintly of apples and hay. Her deep eyes looked into mine, calm but full of strength, like she knew I was about to break a rule.

“Besides, Montegory here is trained for combat. He can defend you if there’s trouble, so it’s best you take him.” She crossed her arms, giving me a skeptical look. “You named your horse Montegory?” “Of course,” I grinned. “I had another horse prepared for myself.” At that moment, a squire approached, leading a beautiful brown mare with a shimmering golden mane. “This one’s Chestnut. She’s trained as well, as you can see, but she’s a bit wild.”

Olivine turned to me with a grin and motioned toward the stable owner—a massive man with arms like tree trunks and a surprisingly gentle voice. “These are two of our best horses,” the man said proudly, gesturing toward the animals. One was a sleek, jet-black stallion with a coat that shimmered like obsidian under the sun. The other was a stunning chestnut mare, her mane long and silky, her amber eyes curious as she stepped forward to nuzzle my hand. “They’re beautiful,” I whispered, awe-struck as I stroked the mare’s soft muzzle. “They are,” Olivine agreed. “The owner also has some riding clothes for us.”

Her expression was unreadable, though the flicker of concern in her eyes betrayed what her lips did not. “You believe he is possessed.” Marek nodded once, sharply. “Yes. And whatever rides him now… if we don’t end it, Ashwood will bleed dry before the next moon.” Eloria paced toward the shelves lining her chamber, her fingers trailing across the spines of ancient tomes. Her lips murmured fragments to herself, half-remembered lines from spells and histories written long before Marek was born. Finally, she stilled, her hand pressing against one shelf as though the weight of memory bore down on her.

The black mare ran forward, diving off the main path and into the thick undergrowth. "Radinah, wait!" Oreon shouted. "Do you not want your trophy, Alpha?" she called back, her laugh echoing through the trees. "Or are you too... slow?" It was a challenge. A direct insult to his speed. Oreon swore. "Kornel, flank left! You two, stay on the ridge! Eltonia, with me!" He spurred his stallion and plunged into the brush after the Spider. The woods changed instantly. The sunlight was choked out by the heavy canopy. The ground turned steep and rocky.

Maria asked motioning with her hand. I shook my head no. “That’s why I want to learn.” I pushed the door of the stable. There were four beautiful horses inside. Three white stallions and one black mare. I went straight to the mare his dark coating shone brightly from the sun. “Why not wait for Master Yulian and ask for a tutor?” offered Maria. “He was avoiding me for a month now Maria.” I nuzzled to the horse. I inhaled deeply her sweet musky smell. She was like freshly cut grass. “I am gonna be alright.”

she panted. “When I am done marking you with this,” the crop cracked hard on her backside, “I’m going to show you how a stallion likes to ride.” Eleanor groaned. “Would you like that wife?” She nodded. “The mare is never on top, Leannan.” He cracked the crop on one breast, then the other. “And remember, the stallion likes it best when the mare is trapped and can not move away from his thrusts.” Crack on her stomach. “He likes to ride hard and fast.” A firm crack just above the honey colour thatch of hair covering her sweetness. “And deep.” He thrust a finger into her and pressed on the pleasure point deep inside her that he knew so well, then tapping it with his fingers, making her gasp and