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Opis ebooka Bad Black Horse - Nixie Fairfax

DESCRIPTION:Cady was warned to stay away from Demon the Friesian stallion because he tends to get a bit “frisky” with young women. But curiosity gets the better of her, and she visits the horse's stall when no one's around. Demon soon makes it enormously clear what he wants. Before long Cady finds herself wanting it, too. Contains graphic descriptions of human-equine sexual relations.EXCERPT:The horse was across the stall before she even knew what was happening. She heard only a faint crackle of straw, a few quick, muffled clops, and then a massive shadow draped her. She started to whirl around, but the horse shoved her with his hoof and knocked her over onto the floor.By the time she regained her bearings, Demon was above her, his long, strong legs all around her like the bars of a cage, his bulky torso a low black ceiling overhead. She was about to try to scramble away between his legs when he set his front right hoof on her upper chest, applying just enough pressure to pin her to the concrete without hurting her.“Let me up,” she demanded. Even in the depths of her alarm she found a moment to wonder why she was still speaking barely above a whisper, why she wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs. She pulled at the horse's leg with both hands. It wouldn't budge. It was like trying to uproot a phone pole. “Let me—”Demon stooped down, took the collar of her tank top in his big, blocky teeth, and pulled up hard. The straps snapped and the fabric ripped with a sharp, harsh sound, and when the horse raised his head again, he held the torn, limp shirt in his teeth, leaving Cady nude from the waist up, her breasts openly quivering in sync with her ragged, panting breaths. Though it was a warm night, her nipples were hard as stones.Keeping her pinned with his hoof, Demon bent down again and grasped the waistband of her shorts in his teeth.“Oh, God,” she moaned, her voice still far too low to be heard outside the stable, and then Demon tore the shorts off her, reducing them to a dark-blue rag, which he promptly spat out on the ground. Cady now wore nothing but her panties and tennis shoes.And then, just as she knew he would, the horse lowered his head again. She felt his big, hard teeth graze the tender skin of her waist, making her flinch with a gasp. She felt his big, soft, fleshy lips leave smears of saliva on her smooth skin. She felt the horse's breath puffing hotly on her belly. Then the pink cotton panties drew taut against her butt as the horse pulled up. Another sharp rip echoed through the stall, and now she was naked beneath the huge, tumescent animal.

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Fragment ebooka Bad Black Horse - Nixie Fairfax

by Nixie Fairfax

Published by Nixie Fairfax at Lot’s Cave

Bad Black Horse, © 2017, Nixie Fairfax

Cover by Nixie Fairfax

All Rights Reserved

All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

A Lot’s Cave Novel

www.LotsCave.com

CONTENTS

Bad Black Horse

~~~~~~~~~~~

Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Incest Erotica

Other Novels

by Nixie Fairfax

“Beautiful,” Cady said as her uncle Jim and cousin Brett led Lulabelle the mare into the freshly cleaned stall. The horse's chestnut coat shone from the bath they had just given her, and water still dripped from her mane and tail. Right before Brett closed the stall door, the horse flicked her tail, spraying droplets across the trio and making Cady yelp and giggle and the men groan in mock dismay. They didn't really mind, of course. They were already soaked from bathing eight of the stable's other horses on this warm, sunny summer afternoon. “You guys have the most beautiful horses.”

“Well, we sure worked hard enough to make 'em look that good,” Uncle Jim said. He was a short, solidly built man of around sixty, the older brother of Cady's dad. He and his wife Linda and their son Brett owned and operated this small farm-cum-riding stable where Cady had come for a month-long stay before starting college in the fall. Her time here was to be a mix of relaxation and work, a chance to soak up the sun and clean country air at the cost of helping out with the chores. She didn't mind a little hard work, especially not when it involved horses. She had always loved horses.

“There's only that black Friesian left, right?” Cady said, turning toward a stall at the far end of the stable's main corridor, which was lined here and there with the bales of straw they used for the horses' bedding. The stall in question was separated from those of the other horses by several empty stalls. Wondering why the horse was kept down there all alone, Cady started forward. “That's the one I haven't met yet. What was his name again? Devil?”

Uncle Jim grabbed her upper arm, bringing her to an abrupt halt.

“Demon, actually,” he said, steering her back in the direction she had come. “But, uh, why don't you let Brett and me take care of that one. We can bathe it and clean out its stall on our own. You just head back to the house and start cleaning up.”

“But why? I'm fine. I'm not tired or anything. I'd be up for one more horse. Besides, I haven't had a chance to meet that one yet. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were deliberately trying to keep me from him.”

“Well…” Uncle Jim gave a nervous little laugh. “Maybe we have at that. But trust me, Cady, it's for your own good. You'll want to stay away from that one. He's a bad seed.”

“Bad? How?”

Uncle Jim and Brett glanced at each other.

“He, uh, he can get kind of…troublesome at times,” Uncle Jim said. “He acts up, you might say.”

“Huh.” Clearly there was a story here. A pretty big one, from the sound of it. But just as clearly it was one that her uncle and cousin were reluctant to share. She looked behind her at Demon's stall door. Though the door was basically just a big metal grill whose top was level with Cady's throat, she couldn't see much of the stall's interior from where she stood, just a swath of the wooden wall and a patch of the straw-strewn floor. She had caught only a few quick glimpses of the horse since her arrival here three days ago. The stallion had been a bit on the big side, even for a Friesian, but it hadn't seemed dangerous. But then, she hadn't really seen it up close. Thinking back, she realized her aunt and uncle and cousin had always gone out of their way to ensure she never even passed the stall door. “Is he dangerous?”

“Uh, well…” Uncle Jim grimaced and scratched the back of his neck. “It's…it's complicated, Cady. Let's just say there are certain things that can kind of set Demon off.”

“Yeah, like pretty young girls,” Brett muttered. Uncle Jim shot him a dirty look.

“Girls?” Cady asked. “What is it, a misogynist horse?”

She had meant it as a joke, a bit of lighthearted humor to ease the sudden tension, but her uncle and cousin only looked even more uncomfortable. Her tentative grin died. Evidently the matter was a very serious one.

“What, does it, like, attack them or something?”

“Well, uh, not exactly,” A scarlet flush suffused Uncle Jim's cheeks, and he suddenly seemed unable to meet her gaze. This shocked her. Her uncle was normally the unflappable, down-to-earth sort. “It—it's just—it just gets kind of frisky, let's say.”

Brett emitted a small grunt, as if scoffing at the inadequacy of the word frisky.

Uncle Jim cast him another scowl, then told Cady, “Look, the point is, you just keep away from that horse. I'm serious. Promise me, Cady.”

“Okay. I promise.” And she meant it. Her uncle's earnestness and odd behavior had made an impression. “But if it's such a bad horse why do you keep it?”

He breathed out a small sound that halfway between a cough and a nervous laugh and then looked down at his boots. His cheeks, which had begun to fade back to their normal light tan now blazed red again.

“We, uh, we keep it mainly for, you know, breeding purposes. It's no good as a riding horse, but it's, uh, it's a heck of a good breeder.”

Brett emitted that grunt again. Cady shifted uncomfortably. Her uncle and her cousin's behavior and the vague implications of their words filled her with a strange, squirmy feeling.