It would be much longer than the previous day, that was for sure. Now that she was loosened up, he could move his member around deeper, and while he could get longer strokes she didn’t clamp down with such devastating force that made him explode so easily. He kept a tight hold around her waist as he continued thrusting into her relentlessly, making her his mare in body and form. What he would have done in order to plant his seed in her womb, though… Maybe with enough of these wonderfully pleasurable encounters, she could be convinced to give herself over to him. He didn’t realize that thinking this way about your owner should have made the slave reconsider, but he held such power over her… He seemed to be the only one that could extinguish her fire, temporarily at least, and she seemed to very much enjoy passing herself over to him. He didn’t stop thrusting into her until the very last moment, when he threw his head up and whinnied quiet loudly with her name on his lips.<br/><br/>Once again, he exploded with such incredible force, there could be no hope of replicating it with any other creature or object. His hot seed flooded into her, perhaps with even more intensity than the day before, forcing that flat belly of hers to become distended and rounded. He loved the look; it spoke to how much she was taking in and how much she wanted it all. He moved his hands over her belly and rubbed it lovingly as he supported her, gently lifting her onto his chest as he fell backwards onto the floor. He was panting, filling her still, though not quite as much force as those first few floods… He loved it. Nothing could replace this wonderful feeling.<br/>