Warhorse!

Name: Lorenda
Age: Old Enough
Race: Horseling
Height: 7'2"
Weight: Enough to crush you

   
    Massive would be a good way to describe this horsey girl. She nearly towers over everyone she meets, pushing right past the seven foot mark as if she's still shooting to go higher. But she's far from tall like a flagpole. Far from it, this horse is a muscular hulk of a beast. Her broad shoulders lead down to powerful arms which bulge under her jet black coat, the short fur kept close to the muscles that power those massive pythons. Her strong hands also huge, large enough to palm an orc's skull easily.

    Her golden eyes look out (and often down) from behind the bangs of her blonde mane. That long hair spills down her toned back, parted at the sides to let her equine ears through.

    The horse girl's core is powerful and thick, her middle ripples with the bulges of her abs. But most don't manage to look that far, their sight obscured and drawn up to the large, heady breasts which rest upon her chest. The huge things sag slightly, not nearly as firm as the rest of her, they're subject to the pull of gravity, forming them into bulging tear-drop upon her massive chest. Capping each of those black orbs, an even darker nipple rests. The thick, slightly wrinkled nubs of flesh stand proud and thick, enough to almost fill a human's mouth.

    Carrying this equine behemoth about, her legs are just as strong and powerful as her arms, if not more so. With every step, one can see the way her skin glides slightly over those muscles, accentuating the veins that bulge slightly just under the surface. Those equine legs end in massive hooves, black as the rest of her and framed by shaggy, unshorn fetlocks like those of a massive draft breed. From behind, those powerful thighs meet into her rump, the girl's flanks are firm and rounded, grinding together as she moves and offering only fleeting glimpses of the large, puckered hole nestled between them.

    Her massive size, powerful build, and the strange, huge axe-headed pole she carries are surely enough to make anyone around her intimidated. But it doesn't end there. As is common for many horselings, this 'mare' sports something much more fitting for a 'stallion'. If one were hoping that this would be the one place where she was reasonable, they are sorely disappointed. The huge sheath that rests in her lap is so large, a woman's head could disappear into it, that is if it had room left. Almost always hanging part way out, the blunt tip and several inches of her massive meat are always wet and slick. Even fully limp, a human couldn't get both their hands around it, even just behind the head, which should be the narrowest part. A girth closer to someone's leg isn't the only thing startling about her huge package. It's almost always drooling, thick globs of pre oozing their way from her fat cocktip. Fueled by the massive dark orbs that jostle and bounce against her thighs, each one the size of a small melon, tightly wrapped in veiny, smooth skin.

    Should that beast become excited, which happens often, it grows and swells to dangerous proportions. Longer than most humans' torsos, and nearly as thick, the huge tip promises a massive flare. Too large to pass through any woman's hips, anyone trapped on the end of that beast would be locked in place as they were forced full of likely gallons of thick, virile horse seed. And judging from those monstrous testes, there's enough potent horse sperm to ensure anyone, male or female, becomes swollen with the big equine's over-sized foals.

    So potent, so thick, even the scent of that shaft and sack speak of virility. Her scent is strong, pungent, a powerful musk she sees no need to wash off or cover up. It's enough to make one's eyes water should they get to close to her groin, enough to send mares into spontaneous heat.

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Big List of Kinks! https://www.f-list.net/c/lorenda

Reds: Manly Men need not apply. Anything dead should have stayed dead. Sparkle or not, you're just a tick.

Yellow: I'll get back to you on that

Green: You're my bitch, like it or not.

Faves: You're going to feel like a used condom, and you're going to be having my foals. I don't care if you don't want to. Broodmare's don't get to say what they do and don't like. Your womb belongs to me, and you're made for pumping out my babies. Inquire under my balls.

Tell friendly! Especially if you want to be broken into my broodmare.  

(looking to buy or else acquire one or more Witlock Shards)