A Lesson in Subtlety
Talk Dirty to Me
- A Lesson in Subtlety -
The bedroom door slammed open, adding to the growing dent in the wall the handle had begun to make. As per usual, Shining Armor couldn’t care less. His attention was entirely devoted to the beautiful young mare in front of him as his magic carried her inside.
“Aren’t your parents going to notice that?” asked Cadance as Shining stumbled forwards. Magic or no, lifting her still required a lot of effort, and the pressing thing between his legs also vying for his attention wasn’t making it any easier.
“Don’t care,” he muttered as he finally lowered her onto the bed. And he didn’t. Let his parents complain when they got back from visiting Twilight. For now there was only Cadance, and all the time they had together.
Shining practically leapt upon her, all kisses and touches and frantic hormones, loving every little nicker and gasp he could get her to make beneath him. He knew just what she loved, and it was so damn hot to see her squirm under his touches. A kiss beneath her ear, a brush over her neck, that one spot on her shoulders that made her sharply exhale, her legs tightening around him.
“Shiny…” she breathed, whispering into his ear. And how that drove him wild, knowing she wanted him and no-one but him, that she needed him to continue. His kisses and nips grew more needy, more excited, and soon he wouldn’t be able to contain himself any longer.
Cadance wouldn't, either. Her tail flicked impatiently, and already he could smell her excitement, feel the rising heat in her skin.
He pressed a hoof against her, running lightly over her marehood and making her shudder. “Are you ready?” He knew she was.
She nodded, her cheeks flushed with desire, and then… “I’m ready, Shiny." A pause. "Make me your slutty cum-dumpster.”
Shining Armor held his composure for all of three seconds.
Mostly it was disbelief – pure shock – and then the reality of the situation sunk in and he broke down into uncontrollable laughter. Full on, body shaking, near-tears laughter.
Cadance shifted awkwardly beneath her hysterical coltfriend. “What?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’!? What the hell was that?” gasped Shining, before lapsing back into raucous howls.
“You’re the one who said you wanted to try dirty talk!”
“I did,” Shining admitted, still smirking. “But that’s definitely not what I meant. Where did you even get that from?”
“Magazines,” replied Cadance defensively.
“Magazines,” Shining repeated. “You picked it up from magazines.”
“Yes.”
“I see.”
Cadance pouted as he struggled to keep a straight face. “You can be such an ass sometimes, Shining.”
“Hey, I’m sorry. It’s just… That was completely ridiculous. It kinda works in ‘those’ sorts of magazines because they’re really stupid most of the time anyway, but in reality it just sounds weird. Especially from you.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing bad! It’s just... y'know, unexpected. Although…” Shining’s hoof moved to her flank, lightly stroking against her. “That’s mostly why I want to try it.”
“Huh?”
“Like you’re losing control,” he whispered, before moving in for another kiss. The mood had been somewhat spoiled, true, but quickly that was becoming less and less of a concern as each of their touches grew more wanting.
Already he could feel his arousal returning, the need between his legs growing, stiffening, as their entwined bodies slid against each other. And was it any surprise? Cadance looked up at him, mane splayed out messily behind her, nothing but lust and adoration in her eyes, a warm blush in her cheeks, and Shining knew that he could never have resisted her. She could have asked him for the world, and he would have done his damnedest to give it to her, if it only meant he’d be able to see her like this again.
But all she was asking for, wordlessly, was him, and that was something much easier to give.
Once again his hoof went to her waiting marehood, once more she sighed and almost imperceptibly bucked her hips against his touch.
“Say you want me,” ordered Shining, his lips dry.
“I want you, Shiny,” she murmured back.
“Say what you want me to do to you.”
“I… I want you to fuck me.”
Oh, that was better. The coarse words coming from his usually restrained marefriend sent a shiver rolling down Shining’s back.
“Louder,” he growled.
“I want you to fuck me, Shiny.”
“Again.”
"I want you to fuck me like your little bitch.”
Shining Armor tried not to laugh, he really did. Unfortunately it would have taken a stronger stallion to hold back, and this time even Cadance found herself giggling.
After they’d mostly recovered, she sighed. “Too much?”
“A little,” said Shining, still snickering.
“It’s your fault for encouraging me,” Cadance chided. “I got carried away.”
“I’d never have guessed.” Shining accepted the light punch to his shoulder gracefully. “You were enjoying it more than I was…”
Cadance grinned up at him. “Want to try again?” she purred. “You liked it, right?”
Shining brought his face right to hers, the previously shattered intimacy rapidly returning as his warm breath ran over her neck. “You have no idea.”
She shivered at his words, and not from cold. There was no way Cadance could ever be cold when each of Shining’s touches brought such fire with them, her skin burning hot against his caress. And he was right, of course he was. She had enjoyed it, far more than she’d thought she would.
It was so deliciously naughty, each crude syllable she uttered sending a little jolt of anticipation through her. Shining’s obvious appreciation helped; the way his grip on her flanks had tightened after every word, the way his attentions had become more and more eager, all only making her want to push him further. Too much, as it turned out, but learning always required mistakes. Cadance didn’t plan on making any more.
Shining’s lips played over her chest now, and she felt his hoof start to wander along the inside of her thigh. When he brushed against her wet entrance he stayed there, running over her folds, pushing in teasingly ever so slightly before moving up to her clit. Cadance squeaked at his first touch, and her breaths grew shaky as he played with her oh so masterfully, never lingering for too long before he moved and toyed with her elsewhere.
But Cadance wasn’t one to take all the fun for herself.
“Shining,” she murmured, trying to get his attention. Speaking seemed so difficult under his ministrations. “You- Mmm….” Even with her eyes closed she could hear the cocky grin in Shining’s reply.
“Didn’t quite catch that.”
“St- ah! St-stand up…”
Shining’s gently circling touches ceased, and Cadance found herself half-considering abandoning her idea just so he would continue.
“Huh?”
“Just do it.”
Obediently he began to roll off of her, but Cadance touched his shoulder gently to stop him. “No,” she said. “Stand up right where you are.”
“Is this another try at dirty talk? ‘Cause I think you might still need some practice.”
Cadance glared at him, and without further jibes Shining quickly did as he was told. His warmth leaving her as he stood sent another pang of want through her, but Cadance knew she’d be sating herself soon enough.
With Shining standing over her, she took a moment to admire the stallion she’d fallen in love with. His muscular form seemed even more impressive from this angle, towering over her, hooves either side of her head. And with a mischievous smile, Cadance pressed a hoof to his underside and slid down the bed out of sight beneath him, still on her back.
Now it was her turn to tease him with peppered kisses and nuzzles to his underside, as she drew nearer to her prize. Closer and closer she moved, her lips brushing softly over his fur until she was so close she could feel his length’s warmth, and finally Cadance took him in her hooves, delighting in the way he twitched in response to her touch. Shining stomped his back hoof restlessly, but on the springy mattress it did virtually nothing.
As she moved her head nearer, Cadance hesitated. Just for a moment, just to let her warm breath play over his skin, so close and yet so far. She was rewarded by Shining shifting above her, his impatience getting the better of him. It just made her want to toy with him more.
“Calm down Shiny. Good things come to those who wait.” Cadance ensured she was near enough that he felt every word against him, so close to touching him by the last syllable.
“You’re such a tease, Cadance,” muttered Shining.
“I’m the tease?” Cadance brushed gently against his length with her muzzle, and grinned when he immediately tensed. “Maybe,” she admitted. “But only because you make it so much fun.” And then she leant forwards and placed a kiss directly on the side of his shaft.
Shining groaned desperately. “Cadance…”
His voice sent another shiver through her, and in reply she ran her tongue up along his length, tasting him as much as pleasing him. And please him it did, Shining giving a small involuntary buck as she reached the tip of his member and started to circle over it, coaxing more quiet vocalisations.
He shivered as her tongue curled around him, playing over every part of him Cadance could reach. She seemed intent on driving him crazy; her licks bearing the promise of so much more but never delivering, content to simply watch him squirm.
And finally, just as Shining was sure he could bear it no longer, her lips wrapped around him as Cadance enveloped him in her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue glided against him as Cadance moved her head down, taking more of him and making Shining stomp his hoof once more, no longer from impatience but as an act of restraint. It took all he had to resist thrusting forwards, to push into her waiting mouth as she pleased her stallion. The urge was worsened by his inability to see her, focusing his attentions on nothing but pure sensation as Cadance moved lower, lower, her tongue ceaselessly roaming. It continued as she reached her limit and pulled back, all the way until she released him and gave his tip a final, long lick.
“Is that better?” she asked, and although Shining couldn’t see her he could hear the mischievous smile in her voice.
“Fuck, Cadance, don’t stop.”
And she didn’t, her lips closing around him once more, sending Shining’s thoughts spinning again. So fixated was he on her tongue’s curling movements, on the way her hooves now played through and pawed at the fur on his flanks, Shining didn’t hear her horn sparking to life. If he had, he may have been more prepared for the warm caress that bathed every part of him her mouth couldn’t reach. But, taken by surprise, Shining gasped, unable to resist the slightest buck.
Her magic continued massaging his length, pulses of tightening around him and releasing, even as she moved her head down, as if her lips and swirling tongue weren’t enough on their own. Cadance’s position was torturously out of reach; Shining wanted nothing more than to run his hooves through her mane, to clutch at it as she sent shivers of pleasure through his body, to hug her tightly, anything. Instead all he could do was allow himself to be subjected to her every whim and action, a restriction that was simultaneously almost unbearable and deeply exciting.
He shook slightly with the effort of holding himself back, of not slamming forwards like he would when rutting her. Instead he could only let Cadance do whatever she wanted with him, already proving to be too much, his length twitching in Cadance’s mouth as his eager marefriend serviced him.
It would have been so easy to let him finish, she knew. All it would take would be one more decisive movement, taking him as far as she could. That twitch would come again, this time accompanied by deep spurts into her waiting mouth, hot ropes hitting her throat as his length pulsed against her tongue. She knew this, but instead Cadance pulled back, planting a final kiss on the tip and giggling when Shining Armor groaned again.
“Damn it Cadance, I’m so close.”
Cadance slid back up the bed, confronted with a pathetic pleading look in Shining’s eyes. “Which is exactly why we’re waiting,” she said, before lowering her voice to a husky whisper. “Or have you forgotten what I asked you to do to me earlier?”
Shining had most definitely not, and Cadance delighted in the spark of excitement that lit up behind his desperate eyes. She pulled his head down to hers, their lips meeting again, and Cadance felt another deep surge in her chest at how quickly he was breathing now, at how he gave everything to the kiss.
She didn’t even realise he wasn’t standing anymore until the mess of entwined limbs they had become rolled over, not really with any intention by either of them, each so caught up in the other that everything else had faded into nothing. Now Cadance lay on top of him and quickly took full advantage of her position, planting her forelegs either side of Shining’s shoulders as, panting, their passionate affections finally ceased.
Cadance’s mind burned with lust, every part of her body screaming for him as she ran herself teasingly over his shaft (though exactly whom she was teasing was unclear even to Cadance herself).
“Ready?” Cadance murmured. She knew he was. She knew even before he nodded breathlessly, even before his hooves found their way to her flanks, not guiding her but just so Shining had something to hold onto.
And then she lowered herself down, unable to keep a soft cry from escaping as he pushed into her. Oh fuck she hadn’t even realised how badly she’d needed him until this moment, sinking further onto his length, further and further even though she could barely think, her body quivering against Shining’s chest.
Cadance’s wings fluttered as their hips finally met, eyes shut tightly as a small moan escaped her. If the bedroom had felt hot before, it was nothing compared to the fire that surged over them as Cadance began to rock slowly back and forth, not lifting herself at all but each gyrating movement still sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
Shining had thought her arduous teasing was over, but even as her marehood tightened around him Shining Armor knew she wasn’t ready to let him have it all quite yet. Pinned beneath her weight, Shining’s movements were entirely at Cadance’s mercy, and she denied him the chance to thrust up into her, choosing instead to keep him pushed down as she drew her own enjoyment from slower movements. Shining’s mind was full of the primal urge – the need – to rut his mare senseless, but instead Cadance was happy to please herself and leave Shining desperate for just a little longer, just long enough for her to look down at his face in the knowledge that he was hers.
And when Cadance lifted herself it was those eyes which snapped shut. It was Shining who gasped, Shining whose hooves tightened around her hips, Shining who made her head spin as he twitched inside of her.
Her head spun far more as Shining pulled her back towards him, pushing up simultaneously, driving deeply into her. Cadance’s moans filled the room, echoing loudly in the empty space. She didn’t care. She probably wouldn’t have cared even if anyone else had been home.
So rarely did she get the chance to cut loose, to cast aside the trappings of responsibility and duty royalty had forced on her. Shining was always there for that. Rarely did she feel as free as she did with him – even when they weren’t rutting each other until they were too exhausted to move – and here she let the world know it, calling out her delight for it to hear. Her wings were fully outstretched now, and with each of Shining’s thrusts into her they gave a small involuntary half-flap, helping to lift her back upwards so he could bring her down onto him all over again.
Occasionally Cadance would stop herself, pinning Shining beneath her and dropping her face down to his so they could meet for another kiss. Her hips continued gentle movements during these moments, just to keep her body tingling, but more often than not it was still enough that small moans would escape into their kiss. She loved the way Shining froze when they did, the way he’d gasp slightly back. But most of all she loved the way his lips made the smallest curve into a smile against hers.
And when she began riding him again she loved the growl he’d make low in his throat, throwing his head back as she pressed her hooves against his chest. The bed creaked loudly beneath them, its squeaking joining the moans and breathless pants.
“Fuck,” Shining muttered again. It was all he could manage, Cadance not letting up her movements for a second. And now there was a tremor in his voice, a hint that said he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Cadance looked down at him, eyes flashing dangerously. When she spoke it was between gasps. “I thought you… would have more stamina… than this…”
And as soon as he looked back at her she knew she’d won. A direct challenge to his stallionhood, to his pride. He could never have refused. And so his hooves found their way to her hips again, gripping them with new-found resolve.
Cadance’s own strength faltered as Shining used what little freedom he had to thrust up into her, hooves holding her tight against him. The first spark of impending climax shot through Cadance as he withdrew, sliding deliciously against her. And again Shining entered her, as far as he could, again she shuddered and moaned, again and again.
The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking; all sweat and hot musk, heady and primal and wonderful all at the same time. Her mane clung to her fur, and her stallion clung to her waist, and as the bed continued its creaking even Shining began to lose himself – giving a low groan of satisfaction that Cadance so seldom heard from him. As if she needed anything more to add to the searing ball growing inside her, threatening to burst at any moment.
But it held for a moment longer, long enough for Shining to also draw close to his limit. His thrusts came quick and fast now, both of them losing control in these final frantic moments. Shining’s exertions proved too much and Cadance’s body could take it no longer, dropping into a shuddering, blissful climax, twisting and moaning above her lover. Electric shivers no longer, even the slightest of Shining’s movements sent lightning bolts roaring through her veins, through every nerve, ricocheting and filling every part of her.
Coherent thought was impossible, her heart pounding violently against her chest, wings fanning out, extending as far as they could go and feeling as though they went further still, errant motes of magic sparking from her flickering horn.
And still Shining continued rutting her, her moans and trembling form only spurring him on until he pulled her down onto him one final time, teeth gritted and muscles tensed. Blazing inside already, it was a wonder Cadance felt his warmth fill her with each twitch, but feel it she did, rolling her hips gently over him as he came, as much for her sake as his, drawing out every second she could.
But eventually she collapsed on top of him, no longer even having the strength to move, nuzzling against Shining’s neck as they both panted heavily. And even if she could have moved she wouldn’t have, sighing happily as Shining encircled her in his hooves, running one idly over her back.
No, this was exactly where she wanted to be. For as long as she could.
“I guess in the end I did what you asked,” murmured Shining.
Cadance ruffled her wings a little at his voice, briefly pulling herself from the happy daze she’d let herself slip into. “Hm?”
“Fuck you like a-”
“Finish that sentence, Shiny, and I swear to Celestia we’re done.”
Shining’s soft laughter was oddly calming. Until he next spoke, that was. “Of course, my slutty cum-dumpster.”
“Oh, you are so dead.”
"Aww."
He smiled and moved his attention to her wings, and Cadance concluded that as long as he kept playing through her feathers like that, Shining could say pretty much anything he wanted.