The Temptress
I was nervous.
What am I talking about, I always got nervous. I just couldn't help but to get a little jittery, and my guts felt as if I ate a whole pasture of butterflies.
But to be honest I quite liked that feeling.
It had been about a month since that fateful afternoon where I had raided Fresh Coat’s art room, causing me to get get kicked out, only to be let back in after twenty minutes or so before we had made up and hugged it all out.
After all that we got off as great friends. We went on at least three more dates, and after one too many drinks she even ended up drawing a portrait of me later that night. Needless to say I was bursting with pride, although the critic in me would make the observation that I was not that well-built with a godlike physique, muscles and all.
Either way, I still loved it.
And now, today, I was here again for at least the eighth time. Maybe we would eat, maybe she’d talk about her art while I talked about my architecture or that school-project I had been working on non-stop recently.
Maybe we would cuddle on the couch and watch another movie or simply go on Horseflix and spend the entire night flipping through shows, only to settle on something we both watched a million times before after not having come to an agreement on something new, all the while munching on Fresh Coat’s famous cheesy home-popped popcorn. My mouth began to water just from thinking about it - it was pretty much the only thing she could make besides Ramen Noodles. But hey, those are good too.
Either way, I was excited. I’d had a busy week drawing up floor plans, dragging a piece of pencil along the length of the ruler, touching up some of my previous pieces associated with the same project and all in all it would be ready to submit by the end of this week, and who would know what then? I might just get my first big paycheck since arriving in Manehattan all those weeks ago.
But although that was really great for me, personally it wasn’t the first thing on my mind. Right now at approximately 7.45 PM all I wanted to think about was Fresh Coat, and even now as I stood there in my jacket and tee I couldn’t help but feel like a giddy colt.
I knocked the ending tune to Pop Goes The Weasel out of habit and waited patently with an enthusiastic grin on my face. Not too long after I heard her voice calling me to come in. Pulling the door open I entered, letting it swing shut behind me as I excited myself for the coming evening.
“Fresh?” I called cautiously, peering into her dark apartment. Stepping around the corner I saw the TV was on, but the display showed the menu for the next episode of our favorite show we had left off on. The cushions seemed a bit disheveled, but I did recall hearing some scuttling, so perhaps she simply had run into her bedroom’s bathroom to freshen up ... no pun intended.
Walking up to the couch, getting ready to take my place on the left where she’d soon join me, I looked back to see that her bedroom door was indeed closed. Taking the remote in my magical grip I pressed PLAY, intending on getting past the intro sequence of the episode so that it would be ready when she got back.
As I relaxed, sinking into the cushions I called back to her, asking, “Fresh, you coming?”
It wasn’t long before I heard her voice respond in a cheery melody, chanting, “Come here please.”
“Fresh?” I questioned. Looking back to the closed door before getting up and slowly making my way over there, I called again, saying, “What's up, Fresh?” I nudged the handle down and gently the door open.
The only thing I heard before my eyes adjusted to the crimson darkness of her room was a giggle. However, as my eyes adjusted, I saw a well-made bed with lit candles sitting on the dressers on both sides of her bed. I also noticed a red tint of light dimly lighting the room from a lantern covered by a reddened shader, making everything look a romantic crimson red - not too bright, but just dark enough.
“Mhmm,” I mused with an impressed nod. Did look a bit romantic, especially with some lit candles here and there, but I wondered what for.
“Fresh, what are you planning?” I questioned as I stepped in. That mischievous mare always had a surprise in store most nights.
I didn’t make it more than four steps in before the door swung shut behind me with a clear audible click and ‘shlick’ of a lock. I turned my back on the bed and found Fresh Coat laying with her neck against the corner where the door had opened up to hide her.
Seeing Fresh Coat wasn’t the surprise. In fact, I was rather joyed by it, but what what did surprise me was the way she was sitting against the wall, facing me with a grin that just seemed saturated with, for lack of a better combination of words, dark-sexy-intentions.
Her mane was laid down beautifully and perfectly, which instantly brought me back to our first date at the waffle house. Her eyes had been lined, making them look amazingly dark, but not creepy, and her tail was tied in a red ribbon near the base, looking suggestive in all the right ways.
However, from her beauty that was to be admired, my gaze swiftly shifted from the ribbon-tied tail to the area of direct intent and interest.
Her marehood.
Her legs were splayed wide open, leaving nothing to my imagination as I couldn’t help but stand there and stare, dumbfounded by the swift change in mood, emotions, and desire that migrated from eating Fresh Coat’s cheesy home-popped popcorn to eating Fresh Coat’s wet, dripping, probably equally succulent vag in mere moments.
She hummed and mused to herself as she saw the blood rush to my face and beads of sweat dribble from my forehead. “You getting nervous?” she seductively asked, gracefully picking herself up and turning her body as she stood, leaving me with a yearning for just a little longer view of what had just been presented to my very eyes moments ago.
I would have loved to answer her. However, I was too dumbfounded, having been caught critically off-guard by her sexual advance. I stuttered in my words just like I had the day I first met her as I tried to look her in the eyes to answer, only for my gaze to drift back to that round, firm, good-looking plot of hers. Being reminded of something that had been put out of my mind for such a long time I thought it was rude, but all I could do was look over her shoulders to her rump and notice that tail that stood up, waving and flicking behind that body of hers.
For a brief moment I did find my voice, but the only thing I could manage was a stuttering of her name. “F-F-Fresh…” She placed a hoof on my lips before I could get anything sensible out, but knowing me, that was probably a blessing, seeing how I may have … no, definitely would have said something totally stupid and incoherent regardless.
She gently pushed me back with her hoof rested against my lip, then her body as she rubbed up against my chest, bumping me along as she spoke.
“I’ve been thinking about you for a long time, Blank Slate.”
Her fur and the warmth she gave off as she pressed up against me melted my tender, weak heart, causing my legs to wobble as she breathed and purposely huffed warm, soothing air over my shoulder and neck with every word she spoke. “I’ve had-” She let out a soft prolong moan as she pressed her body harder against mine, pushing me against the bed which caused me to involuntarily rear up. “-Desires recently.”
Suddenly as I weakly stood on two legs, Fresh Coat shoved me back. I fell backwards over the bed and onto the covers, helplessly whimpering as she slowly crawled ontop of me, pressing her body against mine.
Mother of Celestia, she was warm. She was glowing!
The beautiful mare then began to gently grind against my already hardened stallionhood that ran a line in between her stomach and mine, soaking up all the warmth and soft fuzziness between us.
I whimpered again, louder this time, as I felt a particular wet warmth rub slowly up and down the base of my shaft, only going up about mid-way before slowly running the course all the way back down to the base.
“Oh~” she softly whispered into my ear. “What is it, Blank?” I felt a new particular wetness drag itself up from my temple to my eye as Fresh Coat took her time to seductively lick my face in a sexy primitive way that left my soul melted in glee as she sexually began to claim me as her own.
My right forehoof involuntarily jerked as Fresh Coat suddenly bit down on my eyebrow - gently, but hard enough for it to send waves of both pain and pleasure through my face, mind and body, and causing my member to throb even harder as Fresh Coat only continued to stimulate and tease it with her warm, soft wet pussy that she continuously grinded very slowly, very easily and softly against the length of it.
“F-F-Freh, freh, eh…” I could hardly even speak straight. Everything she did seemed expertly calculated to turn me on, making me nothing more other than her love-puppet that she handled with little strings of passion, emotion and general seductive teasing.
I was utterly helpless, and if there was any game to dominance, then in my circumstance I had already lost and succumbed to defeat. But if I could be honest … I really didn’t mind at all. Especially the helpless love-puppet part.
“You okay, Blank?” She asked again as she released my eyebrow, only to move onto my snout and bit down again. She buried her teeth just between my nose and bridge between my eyes. Her hooves tightened around my body, completely straddling me in place as her grinding only pushed harder, but remained at the same, slow, constant rate. Slowly up and again back down, constantly like it was second nature to everything else.
“What is it you need?” she asked as she again released with her bite, only to take hold on my neck, harder than before, causing me to moan in slight pain and but moreso ecstasy. Her back legs hooked themselves beneath my body and her pussy pressed even harder against my mast, leaving my head spinning with too many sensations to comprehend. If she kept this up I’d be cumming before any penetration even took place, and for an unpunched V-Card holder such as myself that might've been embarrassing.
Her bite released, leaving a throbbing sensation in my neck as she brought herself back up to my ear and whispered, “I know what I need.” She bit my cheek, but at this point all I could focus on was the easy, gentle movements of her lower body. Her big, perfectly rounded, smooth hips slowly raising and falling in motion she expertly applied to me and my dick, the lips of her pussy nearly wrapping themselves all the way around and coating it in warm juicy wetness.
I gave a soft moan, feeling my mind go fuzzy as my primal instincts took over.
Mother of Celesita, I wanted to pick her up and mercilessly slam her down on my cock as hard as I could. Over and over, making her scream in delight as I pumped her full of my seed.
But Fresh Coat had played the whole deck of cards before I even received a hand, leaving me pinned helplessly with my hooves at my side and with nothing more to do but endure her relentless torment like a patient in the warm, fuzzy straightjacket that was her.
“Do you know what I need?” She cooed before biting down on the other side of my neck even harder than the last.
I couldn’t speak, and if I was being honest with myself, I think I had a tear or two forming in the corners of my eyes.
“I know what I want.” This time it was like a viper striking its prey as she latched onto my left cheek - softer this time, but still just as sensational. The pressure between her warm, wet pussy and my dick increased as she hugged me even tighter and grinded her way back down, soaking everything along the way, leaving it throbbing and pleading for more as it laid there, harshly pinned between two soft bodies and one dripping wet marehood.
I felt her breathe heavily against my cheek. That warm, soft breath mixed with the cold stinging of her teeth was enough to make me moan. She giggled, released her bite and raised her head above mine. Her gaze was soft, if not a little snide but playful as she treated me with comfort and care, her grinding pushing against my length harder as her lower legs gripped me tighter.
She then licked my cheek and kissed my neck before latching on, but this time with a gentle suckle. It sent shivers up my spine, filling my whole body with euphoria. The softness of her mane draping over my neck and face lulled me into a state of relaxation, and I didn’t hold back as I continued to gasp and moan in relief as her rump raised and lowered, going from top to bottom over and over. My hips couldn’t help themselves as they began to gently thrust on their own accord, making the friction and pressure between my dick and her warm pussy build all the more.
I moaned again, louder this time, but before I knew it, the soft, gentle suckling at my neck ceased, only to be replaced by an explosion of sensation from my mouth and lips as Fresh Coat wrapped hers around mine, wasting no time and leaving me no warning and she plunged her tongue deep into my maw.
I had said before that she had completely dominated me and that I was helpless to control myself, right? Well, it seemed she also dominated my tongue in whatever war she waged, launching a preemptive attack on my phallic member, tossing it about like a pro wrestler against a welp. I moaned yet again, opening my mouth only slightly, only for her to tilt her head and bury herself deeper into my face, kissing more ferocious and lovingly than before.
She took my breath away, but I didn’t mind giving it. I didn’t care about anything she did to me - anything she wanted went. My whole body became one huge pleasure-button, and everything she did perfectly pushed it to no end. I couldn’t help myself, all this stimulation was too great; her kissing, the biting and licking, her warmth and fur, but most of all the rubbing she performed on my shaft. So well-applied and so expertly managed. It was only then I knoticed how much I’ve been needing to cum, and how close to the peak I had come. I wasn’t even trying to hold back, but already it felt like I was about to burst.
I moaned even louder. My back legs began to curl, and sensing the throbbing in my dick and the pulsing it gave off, Fresh Coat, too, knew just how close I was. She acted accordingly, for once speeding up her rubbing, hugging me even tighter than before, and deepening her kissing that I on my part was doing absolutely nothing to contribute to.
It felt like the most pleasing fire building up in my dick. Sweet, sensational, soft, warm fire that boiled up between us, pooling up in the place it felt best.
A brief second of pure bliss passed, and before I knew it, I let out a pathetic whine as I unleashed what felt like a torrent of cum between the both of our bodies. Strand after stringy strand shot out, coating our both bellies in its slickness until I was milked dry as the climax passed.
Really, after a lifetime spent jacking off with my hoof, let alone cold magic, this felt like the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.
Gradually, accompanied by my ragged breathing, Fresh Coat's humping slowed, but her kissing continued for a time until she pulled back with an even bigger snide, loving look on her face that tore down the already weakened spirit inside of me. I was left there gasping for breath as I lay on the pillow, left to recover from that heavenly sexual hyper-overstimulation.
For a brief moment Fresh Coat disappeared from above me, but in my post-orgasmic bliss, I was simply too dazed to notice.
But then I heard a familiar mischievous giggle originate from further down my body.
Something warm laid itself on top of my legs, and when my neck was strong enough to lift its own head, I saw Fresh Coat positioning herself just above my stomach. I watched in excitement like the poor, pitiful sex slave I’d become as she began to lower her head closer to my still very much hard, throbbing member. However, instead of resting her maw against the head of my dick, she slipped past, letting the fur on her cheeks brush up against it, and causing me to gasp in minor disappointment and pleasure.
Seconds later, my neck gave out, letting my head sink into the pillows, and leaving me guessing as to what she had in mind. Because really, if not a blowjob, then what else?
Then, however, I heard her heavenly giggle again, just before I felt something warm and soft run along the course of my abdomen, traveling slowly upward as it sloshed something about.
“Mhmm,” she cooed as I heard her lap up the taste. “You, Blank Slate,” she said quietly. “are delicious.”
She shot me a sweet smile, then lowered her head again, giving my stomach another long, passionate lick all the way from crotch to chest. It was by then that I finally realized that she was slowly licking away the cum on my abdomen. Taking one tongue full at a time, she savored the flavor as she slowly drove it all the way up, lapped it up, and swallowed it down, only to begin again at the very bottom.
I could feel her neck rub up against my shaft as she licked away, which probably only served to stimulate me until she planned to use me again.
Undeterred, Fresh Coat continued in her meal I so willing provided, taking her time, savoring every drop, making sure to leave no tuft of fur unlicked until it was cleaned to a shine. She took her time as she shuddered her shoulder against my dick fast enough to keep it hardened, but slow enough to not wear down my stamina or work up my next copulation. It lasted six heavenly minutes, almost as long as the previous foreplay with the grinding, but before I knew it, she lifted her head up, only to rest it on my chest like a tired puppy.
She licked her lips clean, then softly said, “Blank?” Still and as ever-seductive and sexually stimulating. “Are you enjoying yourself?” She asked as she caressed my stomach and chest with a soft, gentle hoof, nudging my dick around her hindlegs.
I didn’t respond, but if I could have said anything I don’t think it would have made much of a difference, because I honestly think she stole my breath away during that makeout session. It would have made more sense too. Instead, I incoherently muttered and moaned something even I found nonsensical at the time.
She only giggled sweetly before saying, “Let me help you with that.”
I helplessly whimpered as I saw the tip of her horn disappear beyond the bridge of my snout. I felt her body shift over my legs as she slinked back down to my chest, once again dragging her tongue down my stomach to savor any lasting taste before her chin summited the head of my cock and breathed gently over it.
That warm, succulent breath.
I held my breath, then quivered as she wrapped her her entire mouth, lips, tongue and all, around the base of my cock and began to gently run her whole head up to the medial ring before slowly coming back down messaging everything along the way while also leaving me soaked.
Why’d she play so mean? Why couldn’t she just give it to me straight and fuck or blow me away? All this teasing, it was torture but ... shit, I liked it. Trust me, I hated it, but my body as a whole loved it. Her warm mouth and soft, moist lips tightly hugging themselves around my shaft as her nose softly breathed on it could have been, if not was, just as good as the full thing, but in my mind I had yet to be proven correct.
I bit on my lip as she neared the tip, taking her time, pausing just before she submitted, only to let her tongue go wild on the place she rested as she slowly rotated her head around one way then the next, nearly covering the whole circumference of my shaft before sliding its way back down.
With my dick pulsing I could feel myself beginning to give once again as the pressure began to once again build within. I moaned and panted. I wanted to beg her to stop and just waste me completely. However just as well as I could feel my high coming, so could she.
Sticking out her right hoof from beneath my leg she perched it atop her shoulder before raising her head upwards to the tip where she stopped one last time. With my hind leg being used for support she released my member with a squelching pop before suddenly taking the head of my shaft in her mouth with a giggle of delight.
I felt her tongue dance around as her warm lips worked me to no end. But then before I realized it, with a jerk of her shoulder she rested my leg on, she lowered her head and took my dick all at once straight to the balls that jiggled on impact.
My hips involuntarily thrusted as I moaned like a bitch, causing her to moan as a result, and sending waves of sensational vibrations through my spine and body. I may not have seen it, but I could feel the head of my dick not just lay on her tongue, but instead past and down her throat entirely.
I was breathless as she kept her head in place, letting her tongue explore every inch of me, messaging every bit of length while her throat constricted and wrapped itself around my head, providing pure stimulation with her warm, soft, and truly sensational maw.
She let herself sit there as she outlasted the need to breathe with the breath she had inhaled beforehand, leaving her nothing to do, or time to waste, but please me to the very end, vibrating her mouth with moans and suckling my dick with her warm, soaking wet throat.
I may not have known how long she could last without air, but as it turned out, to my pure, unadulterated pleasure that it was a very long time. For three minutes she sat there suckling me, three minutes of pure heavenly saliva filled bliss, and when I tilted my head over to see her face I saw her looking right back at me with her magenta colored eyes and dark gray mane.
Watching silently, Fresh Coat stared at me with eyes pinned directly upward, not in breathlessness, but simply just to see me and my face stuck in ahegao as she treated my every sexual desire. She used the leverage she had on my left hind leg draped over her shoulder to stay in place as it constantly and involuntarily twitched, time and time, gently pushing her down for a moment as a result.
She never even gagged, only hummed and suckled like a nursing foal. I knew that just saying that might put me on some watch-list but I just couldn’t help but think the prospect of that comparison was indeed … hot to say the least.
Then I began to feel myself reaching that familiar climax that snuck up on me before and overtook me harder than she did. It was unmistakable, but this time it bided its time and not spontaneously, erupting violently, suddenly and amazingly, but building up layer upon layer with every hum and stroke of her gentle tongue. It admittedly felt a lot better to savor the feeling, but as much as I wanted it to last forever, Fresh Coat had a breath to take in.
She raised her head, letting her tongue drag as she did, causing it to pop out from beneath her lower lip, making it look as if she was licking a rather warm, strong, hard popsicle. I then heard the hiss of an inhale before I felt her jerk her shoulder, bouncing my leg as she began to bob up and down at a moderate rate.
She didn’t waste any time making me breathless as she rotated her head left, then right again and all around as she raised and lowered her head over and over like an animal in desperate need of hydration. But in her case it was more of my hot, sticky, sugary cum, and since I’d been busy the past week completing my architecture, I had a lot more reserves to give.
I groaned. My left leg stiffened, causing her to go in deeper and harder. On every dive I could feel the head of my dick push past her mouth and directly into her throat that always seemed to instinctively swallow on entry, messaging my length like the fleshlight vibrator if it was at all lifelike, perfectly heated and very well-moisturised.
It was beginning to bottle up, and I was beginning to lose my shit as yet another wave of euphoria was about to come crashing down upon me and my poor, frail body. I tried to warn Fresh Coat, but she seemed too content on swallowing me whole to notice or care at all.
Ten more seconds of amazingly arduous build-up before my left leg tensed, pushing her down just as she summited my head. However having the foresight and feeling every pulsating sign beforehand she pushed back so that the head was grasped firmly between her lips before a torrent of my cum shot to the back of her throat and began filling up her mouth.
I didn’t stop, but it wasn’t as if I had control over my own virgin penis as it continued to pump her mouth full spurt after amazingly warm, lengthy spurt directly deposited into her maw.
She didn’t leak a drop. Dear gods, she must have been better than Celestia if she spent her lifetime being facefucked one dick after another. Instead when Fresh Coat’s mouth did fill completely, she again bore her snout into my midsection, swallowing my length again, coating it in my own sweetness while the rest was deposited directly down her throat to where it inevitably gathered in her stomach. What was left in her mouth she swallowed past my head as the rest coated my length completely.
With one gasp, she finally released my length glazed in a thin layer of cum she failed to suckle away, leaving me to finally catch my breath as if she’d been sucking away my very strength.
“Ah,” she cooed as she rested her head against my thigh, her snout resting against my balls as she softly nuzzled away, giving them the treatment she more or less neglected with the soft whiffs of her exhales. “Blank?” she called from below.
All I could do was groan in response as I felt her tongue yet again lick the base of my saft.
“You don’t know how long I’ve hungered for that, do you?” she asked in a soft, almost whimper of a voice. After a moment of silence, images of stares and reeling emotions I very much approved of, Fresh Coat added, “You're not exactly the type who picks up on subtle hints, are ya?” She began crawling her way up my body, making sure that her chest and stomach rubbed up against me. “I’ve wanted you to rut me ever since that ass-hat buck punched you in the face.”
Giving the most heavenly little giggle, she posited herself atop my midsection with her nicely toned, round plump thighs at my side. Looking down at me with a complacent smirk, she then spoke to me as if I were a little puppy, “Ask me, I’d say you're super cute when you're helpless.”
She smiled deviously, resting a hoof on my horn only to tilt my head downwards to her dripping marehood. It looked so succulent, so sweet and just plain and simply inviting. I really wanted to be in there, up to my ears in pussy as I ate her out with gusto, but Fresh Coat, that devious mare, she seemed to have different intentions. Intentions I could then begin to understand as she slowly revealed my unbelievably hard cock just behind that rump of hers standing back in full, hardened attention lightly glazed in the already drying cum. Already I was fully recharged, ready for use and ready to be used.
I groaned again.
She just giggled. “Blank.” she chimed. My eyes rolled upwards just to meet hers. “You’re so cute, especially when you’re paralyzed with euphoria. I didn’t know I was this good.” she said as she waved her pussy over the head of my dick, showering it with its juices that so bountifully rained down.
How much self-control had she needed just to keep herself from losing control and fucking me away? A question I may have never gotten the answer to.
Her back straightened; the lips of her pussy gave slightly as she lightly rested them atop the head of my shaft. I let out a sigh of excitement, letting my head fall back again in pleasure. “Oh my Celestia.” Fresh Coat laughed as she admired my overly pleased face. "Blank, if you had a pussy...” she leaned in, whispering into my ear. “I’d totally fuck you.”
We simultaneously groaned in pleasure as Fresh Coat leaned back and at once fell on my dick, letting it puncture straight though, hilting me completely. She was tight, very tight. Like when they say, ‘oh this mare is tight,’ in the pornos? -No, this mare was tight! -She was wet! -And she was amazingly warm!
Sensations hitting me like a freight train, I groaned again -harder this time- as bliss washed over me, along with a sudden realization: this ... this was it. This was my first time. It really was happening.
And fuck, it was a thousand times better than thirteen year-old me had ever imagined it.
However, as I looked through my amazingly dull eyes I saw Fresh Coat's expression turn from snide dominance to ahegao as she bit her lip, falling down upon my cock. I then heard a squeal, not from me like I had come to expect, but from her.
She raised herself again, this time slowly, but not in an effort to draw out the sensation, but because her legs seemed to have trouble lifting her own weight. I saw her face flush with red as she strained to the top, before dropping down again with another high pitched squeal. My cock was drenched, sitting there in her pussy as Fresh Coat for once began to pant and huff at a loss of breath.
For a moment I was worried that she might be hurting or that I might be hurting her. Celestia knows I wouldn’t be able to bear the guilt if I was. But before I could say anything, interject, or in the very least get turned off, she slowly lifted herself again with legs more shaky than ever, before she fell again, and immediately I knew why.
She came.
She came hard.
And you know how I said less than four paragraphs ago how she was tight? Well … tight just got redefined, and it happened precisely when she slammed that beige-coated, nice, round, soft ass down on me. Her pussy clenched down, drenching my shaft completely as it tried to squeeze whatever stallionhood I had left to give, but to no avail.
Apparently she really had been holding herself back, and when her high finally settled down and she loosened again, she was left in a shuddering and quivering heap atop me. With one final huff, her body relaxed and she collapsed over me, laying herself against my body atop the bed in a soft embrace.
For a brief, heavenly moment, all I could hear was her breathing; and all I could sense was her soft body resting against mine; her heart beating, and her chest slowly rising and sinking with her breath.
Then, after getting what remained of her thoughts together, I could feel Fresh Coat's body tense up ever so slightly as she opened her mouth to break the blissful silence.
“I-” She huffed, her face assuming a light shade of red. “That's embarrassing…” she tiredly whispered. “I-I guess I got too e-excited over you, B-Blank.” She rolled her head over, resting it just below my chin before snuggling in. “I guess we’re both spent for tonight.” Her words were soft and drifting off. “You wouldn’t mind topping tomorrow, would you?” she kindly asked, but I could tell it was more of a plea at this point.
Tomorrow was a Sunday, and as far as I knew I had absolutely no plans whatsoever. However, I think I’d need to adjust to accommodate the possibility of a twenty-four hour sex marathon that would surely land a spot on Horseflix as the most passionate, award winning, heartfelt lovestory around. Featuring XxX-rated sex.
Easily, I nodded my head, which she felt through the dome of hers as she rested against my neck. She hummed to herself and adjusted her weight, tipping us both to the side laying in her bed. I gave a groan, the sensation of my slowly softening member still inside her feeling strange, yet so incredibly, overwhelmingly, mind-blowingly ... fulfilling.
Her hoof wrapped around my body, and having the sense to know where this was going, I shifted the blanket out from under us and over the top of our conjoined bodies. “I don’t mind being your cocksleave, Blank.” she cooed with a soft, barely noticeable giggle as she nuzzled further into my body, her hips waving, taking in more of my hardened shaft as she did so.
We remained in silence like this for a few moments, and I could feel pure bliss wash over me - if this was how things were going to be from now on … with the two of us being together … well, I really couldn’t ask for anything more.
However, my bliss vanished for just a second as I felt her body tense up. Raising my head to see what was going on, I caught her glance, and found her looking at me with meek, almost fearful eyes. “Just … just please,” she whispered, sounding genuinely concerned. “D-don't ever leave me.”
I looked at her for a moment that lasted longer than I would have wanted, my mind needing a few seconds just to process what she had just asked.
However, once the full meaning of her plea became clear to me, I didn’t need to think. I didn’t need to hesitate. I didn’t need to reconsider. I straightened myself up as good as possible with the two of us still entangled, and looked her straight in the eyes.
And for the first time that night I said something very clear and audible that I knew deep down was something I would never, ever regret.
“I won’t, Fresh Coat. ... I never would.”