Morning came early on the farm, as it always did. The sun was just starting to rise, spilling pale gold through the cracks in the old barn walls. I pushed the heavy door open with a groan, boots crunching softly on the hay-strewn floor. The animals were quiet still, save for the soft snorts and shifting hooves of my prize stallion, Rovan.
I made my way down the row, the cool air biting against my skin, until I reached his stall. And there he was, stretched out in the hay like a king in his bed. His powerful, sculpted body gleamed with a faint sheen, the early light catching every contour of his muscles.
But it wasn’t just his physique that stole my breath. Between his strong thighs, his shaft lay fully unsheathed, throbbing with the kind of raw, masculine energy that seemed to pulse through the air itself. The heady scent of his arousal filled the stall, thick and undeniable, stirring something deep in me that I dared not name.
He looked at me then, eyes half-lidded, a knowing smirk playing across his muzzle. He knew exactly what kind of effect he had. I swallowed hard, pulse racing, my morning chores forgotten. The sun was rising, sure... but it seemed the day’s work would start here first.
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