He ignored the blood and the expression of pain from her; she would be feeling good soon enough, and it would be easy to ignore the red liquid for a moment. His body was pulled down as his hips dug into her more and more, pushing her body’s limit to host his member. His tip kissed her womb with each thrust, and the sensation tempted him to break into her completely. After all, if she was going to be his mare, she would need a larger opening for their foals, no? He kept thrusting, harder, pausing at the front of each forward thrust to see if he could break into her just a little more… Would she even allow him to violate her body so deeply? He was giving himself fully into the pleasure of this animal act, his tongue lapping over her face and lips, staring down at her expression as he ravaged her womanhood.