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Firenze carefully made his way to stand behind his little mare, humming softly as he did so as the moon touched foal had suggested so he wouldn't startle his strong, beautiful mare. When he was close enough to touch her he leaned down over her head causing her to look up at him with eyes that made the very trees envious in their vividness.
"Firenze, what brings you here?" She asked softly as if to keep from breaking the solemn silence this clearing has become.
"This clearing, before Reubeus Hagrid had let his Aragog free, was where my herd met with other herds to make foals." He gently instructed. "It is that time of year and I hope my people return, if not then I will have to claim this land for myself and my future foals. What brings you here, Marigold Potter?"
"I died here." He will have to designate a new spring clearing then, unless his mare will want to make better memories of this place.
"The stars cried when you did." He said by way of comfort, he himself felt the moment his mare's heart had stopped and had felt dread fill him to his withers, but he needed to keep protecting the foals under his care so he couldn't just mourn.
"I didn't know they could." She hummed as she looked up into the darkening sky.
"They can also sing, they had when I first met you and they almost danced when you rode me." He watched as she stiffened slightly.
"What does that mean?" Her voice was small as she asked that.
Firenze then gently held her shoulders and gently pressed the smaller almost vestigial cock that was above his forelegs, where had he been human his cock would have been, to her back between her shoulders, a hold over from when the great mother's children would breed indeterminately with anything that showed willingness.
"It means that I am to sire your foals." He stated bluntly, but not unkindly, his mare deserved kindness.
"How-" Oh, his sweet mare was confused, how cute.
"The one you're feeling now, is a prepatory cock, it serves no purpose other than providing your body and magic with the chance to adjust to my actual cock, by providing the blueprint for it, I feel little pleasure from it, as those nerves never formed there. You will be able to enjoy all of me and carry our foals to term with little issue." He explained lifting a hand to move her mane out of her face.
"You will have children that can take your Lordships, the Mother will ensure it." The dreamy voice of the moon touched one sounded behind them making his tail flick in agitation. "Besides Marigold Potter needs something for herself, this is it, no one can take this away from you."
And then he watched her leave from the corner of his eye, his mare still in his hands.
"Will I be able to visit my family?" She asked softly.
"They can visit too, just not in the spring clearing." He soothed, he'd never clip her wings so cruelly.
"Would I be it for you or just another mare?" Of course she wouldn't know, his people became jaded after getting burned by selfish wanded.
"I will only ever father your foals, I may have to mount other males in a show of dominance but that is not from a place of desire in either party. The mares will be dealt with by our eldest filly. I will only ever gain pleasure from filling you with my seed."
"Were you punished because of-"
"Of letting you ride me? Yes, it was worth it, especially since I spent the entirety of the time imaging an older you in my place and me in the place of the one doing the punishment. Defeating the purpose of it really." He chuckled a little darkly. "They couldn't use that method on me anymore. That being said, I will always be as gentle as I can be with you. I will protect you. I will provide for you. You will be mine to care for just as I'm yours to fill you up as you need."
He couldn't help that his other hand slipped down to gently squeeze one of her teats that he can't wait to see swell with milk for their foals. They will have as many as she can safely carry, hopefully they will stay full of milk for their foals' own foals down the line so they can have the strongest herd bond.
"What if I'm not good enough for you?" Oh, his sweet mare.
"The mother chose us for each other, she is rarely if ever wrong." He then turned her around and picked her up, causing her legs to reflexively wrap around his waist and her covered cunt to settle over the prepatory cock earning a whimper from her dispite the clothes covering her from him, he'd have to make her clothes that would let him mate her whenever they both choose. "The question is will this be our spring clearing or do we need to find another?"
"This will be fine." She said, Firenze wasn't convinced.
"It is fine if it isn't." He firmly gripped her haunches and pressed her closer against him earning a warbling moan.
"Please just mate me!" Oh, his mare is so good for him.
He pressed his lips against her neck before setting her down gently and began rubbing the prepatory cock to display his interest in doing so.
"Strip for me." He asked heatedly, feeling his actual cock begin to stir within its sheath.
He watched as she did, her nudity exposed to his sight and that of the early stars, his cock twitching in interest. Firenze picked her up again once she was bare as she should be for only him, quickly looking around for a soft enough place to brace her for the main event as he adjusted his hold so her cunt was pressed against his prepatory cock once more, the humid dampness there almost driving him crazy with the want to skip this step. His eyes found a flat rock that was covered by soft leaves, the moon touched must have prepared it for them, and his tail swished in excitement. Firenze carefully begun to walk towards it before he leaned his head down and kissed his Marigold deeply. Letting the movement of his careful gait cause her cunt to rub against his prepatory cock as he walked.
About a quarter of the way there she whined and wiggled her body just enough that the tip of his prepatory cock was pressed against her opening as said opening leaked invitingly upon it. He paused. His hands moving from her haunches to her waist and with another deep kiss he surged into her, swallowing her scream as he forcefully took her maiden head. He pulled away and held her in his arms as he soothed her by rubbing a hand up and down her too bony back.
"You're doing so good for me, my Marigold." He kissed the welling tears away from her eyes as he kept soothing her.
"You said you'd be gentle." Her voice was solemn, like she'd accepted that she wasn't deserving of promises that were kept.
"As gentle as I can be, my Marigold." Firenze gently corrected, his voice soothing even as his thoughts were being consumed by the fantasy of her tight heat wrapped around his actual cock. "That was always going to hurt, you're not used to stretching for anyone let alone me."
"And when I am?" She asked sounding like she dreaded the answer.
"Well, I'd imagine that by that time you'd be carrying our youngest while our eldest's child suckles from your teat." He couldn't stop his voice deepening as he said this. "And I'd be near enough to watch and still would want to keep you full of me even with the evidence of our union surrounding us."
He felt her clench around his prepatory cock as his voice played with her ears, oh how he'd loved the way her scent changed when he was near, he loved it more now that she was a mare grown and the richness of her scent had him wanting to ignore the plan and just mount her properly, he won't. She's not ready yet. Firenze needs to have her so blissed out that her body and magic won't fight his intrusion, won't keep his flared head from seating itself where it needs to. So blissed out that her body mistakes the pain of the stretch for more pleasure until she's used to the stretch.
His cock twitched and his tail swished again at the thought, and did so again as his little mare keened and wiggled to try and get him to move. He caught her eye and smirked as he sped his gait up to a trot which had his prepatory cock fucking into her which had her whimper for a bit before she gave in to what he hopped was good method and moaned her pleasure. It took some time before she began kissing under his jaw. Firenze tilted his head and kissed his mare deeply, letting his tongue slide along her similar teeth as his larger muscle invaded her mouth.
She spasmed around him with a keen that had him almost preen, the very notion that his true cock will get to feel it too was almost enough for him to reach completion were he not focused on not tripping or running into a tree. She isn't ready yet. She needs more preparation, so he kept trotting, having replaced his hands on her waist as her arms clung around him desperately and soon her second climax rolled through her and her grip faltered. She still wasn't ready yet.
It wasn't until her fourth that Firenze felt she was ready enough for his cock that he let his trot finally slow as he let it draw them closer to the chosen mounting rock he eased her off of him as he came to a stop as the prepatory cock drooped out and hid itself under his decorative scarves that Minerva had kindly given him after the first morning as a teacher that his prepatory cock decided to make its presence known to hide it better when it wasn't in use. He eased her down, adjusting her position as he did so, for comfort, for ease of mounting, and for her safety.
His cock filled fully as he positioned himself to lift up to mount and then as he did, he slid in slowly as his mare's sopping opening was still tight but gave way to him charging forward. Firenze grit his teeth as his cock buried itself in his mare's tight depths, the heavenly feeling coupled with the sweet whimpers of his mare had almost ended things too soon. He began properly fucking her, groaning as her stretched body weakly milked his cock for his essence.
He pressed in as deeply into her as he could before losing years of patient desire and wistful waiting in her depths, prayers to the stars and to the Mother that he filled her so completely that she was his with no doubt to be found.
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Marigold was on her last pregnancy, the healer that Firenze carefully chose for her had told both of them that her constant pregnancies has made her too weak to risk it again after this one is born, her aching back cushioned by the pillows in the nest that was in the hut that she usually wintered in, her arms carefully supporting her newest grandchild as the little one suckled on one teat and her second youngest suckling the other. Firenze was carefully supporting their second youngest his eyes drawing over her suggestively.
"I've spoken with a potions master for a sterilization potion that won't affect the function." Her man smirked before continuing. "I will be able to keep giving you my affections, my Mare."
"Sire," that would be their eldest, one of four who are human, "Please don't expose my little Lily to such things. She's too young to endure it from her grandparents."
"If I recall, you were the one that tried to use the spring clearing to woo your mare when you knew that I'd be wooing your dam again." Firenze smirked wolfishly. "And you were the one who wouldn't give your dam peace until you were 5 summers. Entirely your fault I'm so willing to woo her here and now."