No Love(Zanatha x Joker)

[Tikayla]

So pleasure was his intention. Well she had known that this was a potential risk and she balked from it. She did not want to lose her virginity to some hormone controlled stag who had made her his slave and his personal "toy." But she had no choice. She was weaker than he, smaller too and she knew that this birthing might be difficult, should a foal come from it.

She stayed back from the stag and kept her back from him, she would not make this easy. She didn't want to provoke him but this was her virginity they where talking about. She knew that he had a queen and she was probably used for this purpose a couple times already. Or maybe not, she had used her sense.

"Is this a punishment my master, or is this your reward for simply capturing me," she asked knowing that he would soon turn her towards him and mount, causing insane pain and he had no love for her. She hoped that he would be done quickly.

((Hmm, I'll go request the baby))

[Halo]

She had made it easy on herself and came willingly, though he wonders if she truly knew at first the destination and his intentions once they reached it. Still, she should have come to expect it, knowing the position she has found within his herd. But right about now he figures she is bound to understand fully. Does she know how useless it will be to struggle and resist him? She will soon enough should she oppose the inevitable. And with these thoughts he pushes her into the caverns, ignoring the glitter of the jewels and their worthless beauty and not bothered by her futile attempts to remain away from him, backed against the cold stone walls as she speaks.

“We could call it both,” he reasons calmly, with a smirk on his face. “Is that alright with you?” It’s a rhetorical question, not meant to be answered but spoken simply for the fun of being able to reply for her. Tired of the games and ready for the winner’s circle, he pushes on her shoulder to force her to spin her rump towards him, nipping her flesh experimentally before lifting himself up onto her smaller back. There he fidgets to get comfortable, giving a few courtesy moments to Zanatha before he would begin, his excuse being that if she doesn’t have her balance then they’ll both topple.

That would do no good and would just interrupt the enjoyment they’ll be in the middle of. Yeah, she should take pleasure in this whole thing. Why not? She’ll have the privilege of bearing the Dark King’s foal. What mare wouldn’t want to bask in that? Inside he chuckles to himself.
~Joker

(OOC: Figured I’d wait for you to reply. >.> *shrugs* Hope this is okay.)

[Tikayla]

She doesn't answer. What would be the point? He would just do what he was about to anyways and it would waste her energy.

As he leans against her harmed shoulder she turns away from the pain showing her opening to him. When he mounts her tail involuntarily moves to the side of her body so that she is completely ready. She wants to run but she can't. He is too heavy and she has to stay there. She knows that this will cause a baby, a baby that will probably be huge as its father. A poor baby cause the parents won't really like each other. She knows that she will always remember this rape when she sees her babe but she will still love it.

"Oh just get it over with," she growls at him. She wants to get this done if it must be done. She is not in the mood for a forcebreeding and she is surprised that she hasn't acted up. Then she tries to move and discovers that the stag is not going anywhere. He is three hands taller than she and it would be nearly impossible for her to get away. So she stands, angry and humiliated while he prepares to harm her. She is fuming internally but she knows that she has no choice in the matter.

[Halo]

He smirks at her growling command and for once permits himself an agreeable response, beginning his torturous deed roughly. He takes his good old time about it, keen on completely satisfying himself. And whether she finds any pleasure in this is not his problem or his concern. He doesn’t have to worry about pleasing her because she doesn’t matter, in the long run, not to him. The brute breathes heavily upon her sweated withers, resting his weight upon her back even after he had planted, regaining his own breath before sliding off her back and walking up to her front, bumping her non-too-gently.

“Thank you, wench. We’ll have to do this again,” he says, the words empty of real gratefulness as a vicious expression draws across his face. He licks her wet neck in sarcastic affection. “And you better take care of my brat.” Joker’s voice turns dark and cold as he noses her side where his foal will be nurtured until its birthing.
~Joker

(OOC: I ‘played this out’ the same as last time. I was guessing you hadn’t changed your mind. )

[Tikayla]

When he gets down she sighs in relief. Thank god she thinks. Finally she turn toward him.

"Oh don't worry about your little brat," she snarls at him. He is probably going to be elated with the baby that is no doubt growing inside her.

"By the way M'lord," she says, "Would you prefer a boy or a girl from this unfortunate event?" Her snarl deepens and she begins to walk out, her body swaying with every step.

"As for doing this again, well I don't think so. This was not fun for me so hm, I'm thinking that we won't do it again, ever." She starts to leave, heading for her supposed home not even trying to escape. No other herd will let her in carrying the son of the leader of the dark herd.