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Something whistled through the air and hit her in the neck. It was a dart of sorts, and had bright colorful feathers on one end.
Okay~
He kissed her cheek,my hen trot away, his tail swishing happily.
She smiled fell asleep.
He went into the sitting room, which had a stone fireplace on one side of the room, and a large window overlooking the slope of the forested cliff.
Ten minutes later, she woke up. She got up.
For those ten minutes, he read a book. It was in an odd language, and looked aged.
She went to the living room and saw him reading it.
He put a bookmark in it and closed it when he saw her. “Hello my Golden angel. Did you eat anything?
She nodded. “Just a little. ”
“Did you enjoy it? I haven’t cooked in a while.” He asked, smiling at her warmly.
“Very much. ” she smiled too.
“Thank you. It’s a relief to hear you say that.” He said, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Hmm? Why so?
“Well, it’s like I said. I haven’t cooked in a while.” He answered, gestured for her to sit in his lap.
She did so. She smiled and nuzzled him. “Even if I ate a little it was still delicious.
He wrapped his hooves around her waist and pulled her against him, kissing her lips tenderly.
“Mmmph~”
He smiled, and stroked his hooves over her cutie mark.
She blushed.
He smiled, seeing her blush. “Now then,” he began, “What shall we do now, my Golden angel?”
“Anything really.”
“Oh my, anything?” He chuckled, smiling up at her. “That’s an awfully broad category.”
She looked at him. “Anything you have in mind?”
He blushed and kissed her belly. “I can think of a few…~”
“May I know?~ć
“Of course~” he purred, moving one hoof around from her flank to between her legs, softly stroking her marehood.
“A-ah…..~”
“Relax, my Golden angel~” he cooed silkily, leaning forward and burying his snout in her delightfully delicious folds.
