Leather, dust, and feathers
"Alright. You said I had one more today before lunch, yeah?" Came the voice from the head of the ranch, leaned back as he did up the buckle of his black leather chaps. "Should just be Specters Lost Bride, the little grey mare that came in from Vegas?"
"Yes, sir, Bride is all ready for you in the round pen. We have the old Tex roping saddle and bucking rolls set up on her and the D ring, so if she doesn't blow, you should be good." Jubilee hummed, looking over the ghoul as he adjusted the chaps on his hips before he walked out of the barn towards the pens. "Did you have lunch plans?
"Not exactly, probably run down and get something to eat and step out before someone distracts me." Pulling off the black hat he was wearing, he set it on the little viewing bench he had built next to the pen before hauling himself up over the 9-foot-tall pine fence. "Don't want to get caught up while there's work to do."
"You are allowed time off, especially for rut. James and them have been taking time off, and I will be too. Surely you will take time off this year?" Jubilee asked, her hands folded in front of herself as she followed closely behind. The spotted ghoulette wasn't going to follow him into the round pen though, just watch for a minute.
"We've been over this, Jubes. There's work to do, and I don't have anyone I want to wander off with, so I'll be fine." Hopping down off the top rung of the fence, his boots hit the cold dirt with a hefty thud, tail flicking through the dust he kicked up as he made his way towards the dappled grey mare. "Been dealin' with it on my own for years darlin'. I'll be al'ight."
"Tch, alright. Well, I'm off then. I'll be back to help with tonight's feeding, don't hurt yourself too bad."
Looking over his shoulder to watch her leave, those dark umber eyes traced down her form before he shook his head and returned to the mare in the pen. Rut had been an inconvenience his entire life. Not that he didn't enjoy sex, but when you worked with animals all the time, it kinda got in the way. The grey had been keeping itself on the opposite side of the arena, watching the ghoul cautiously as he walked towards her. As soon as he hit the halfway mark, she immediately took off, making a run for it as she ran laps. There was a patient sigh as he stood there, watching as she ran herself out for a few minutes. By the time the mare stopped and faced him, breathing heavy and licking at the bit, he had switched to having his arms crossed.
"Oh? We done little miss?" He hummed, watching as she bowed her head a few times and took a couple of steps towards him. "Come on, let's play nice now, Bride."
Once she was close enough, he grabbed the reins and ran his hand up her nose. At first, there was a good moment of hesitation before she accepted that he was going to be working around her. The ghoul's hand slid down her neck, eyes focused on her face as he brought his other hand with the reins to the horn, the other grabbed the cantle as he hooked his foot in the stirrup. She side-stepped slowly as she felt the shift in weight, and the ghoul smirked.
"Whoa now, let's not blow til I'm up there..." He whispered, following with her until she stopped. "Easy little miss..."
As she stopped, taking a deep breath, he took the chance and jumped up. With a graceful fluid swing, he threw his body up into the saddle, his foot hitting the other stirrup right as the mare blew. Back humped, and an angry squeal ripping through the air, Jeremiah hissed as he jammed his hand under the pommel to hold on better. He was expecting this, especially considering the sellers said she was still green when he got his hands on her. What he wasn't expecting was that this mare knew how to buck as well as she did, her hooves barely staying on the ground for a second as she tried to throw off the veteran cowboy. Dust flew into the air, as did a fair amount of laughter, as he was thrown for a ride...
“Oh… I may be good at following orders sweetheart, but who’s riding a ghoul?” He grinned as his chin was grabbed, behind those barred eyes was a glimmer of cocky amusement. “I can’t help the way I look at’cha… how else is a creature of wrath supposed to look upon an angel.”
Keeping his composure to be coherent was getting to be impossible, especially with the increase in pace. Every bounce felt like a strand of fraying rope popping loose, threatening to open the flood gates despite his pitiful whines against it. His claws pressured in again as his breath came in sharp pants, forced between the roof of his mouth and tongue as his lips parted. It was clear this poor bull was losing his battle, his eyes fluttering close again as he slid his hand from Raphaels outer thigh to his inner thigh. His thumb carefully found it’s way to their enlarged clit, adding a little more friction as they rode, hoping maybe… just maybe they would possibly fall over the edge with him if he could hold out.
Kinda pathetic, at-least in the back of his mind it was. Here he was, the foreman of the ranch, head honcho, able to ride out just about anything no problem and back when he road the range he was quite popular with a select few painted ladies… and now the angel who broke his dry spell would would find themselves at the shorter end of his fuse. Who cares if he used to keep himself entertained for hours, or could dazzle the wild women of the west with his energy… out of practice was an understatement when he said it earlier.
“Haa…hhaa…a—ah…f-fuck. fuck… I think- I think I’m too close…” he whimpered, looking up to the creature above him as if to search for permission… or forgiveness.