I ran afterwards out to the barn crying.

My Prince came home from his trip to the capitol and I was ecstatic.

I smelled HER on him still submitting to his lust but with the taste of his manhood, he had HER taste on him.

As he rutted my muzzle, tears came to me as he finished, and he promptly left for some council business.

I ran to the estates barn wondering if he really loved me.

HER taste and his, still present.

Why this? with how I grew up and was shaped to be and eventually came to love him and this is what I get.

I need some time.