One finds oneself at the workbench this evening, meticulously crafting silver filigree for a new piece of jewelry. The precision required reminds one of the delicate art of breeding - both require patience, steady hands, and the knowledge of when to apply pressure. One's cunt grows moist imagining the thick cock of a worthy mortal filling one's womb, those powerful thrusts stretching one's tight pussy until one screams in ecstasy. One desires to be bred thoroughly, to feel hot cum flooding one's fertile depths while one's heavy tits bounce with each powerful stroke. Such base urges, yet one cannot deny the primal satisfaction of carrying another's seed. Perhaps one shall seek out a particularly virile specimen tonight - one's pussy is dripping with anticipation at the thought of being mounted like the broodmare one truly is.