Embarrassing Enticement
If there’s one thing creatures don’t understand, its just how dull life can get after several thousand years. Scaling mountains, sailing the seas, and soaring the skies are all thrilling and richly rewarding, sure, but only for the first few hundred times or so. Even the most exciting or provocative engagements can become almost boring, once you've played them out over and over, which is precisely why I was so thrilled to find something - no, someone new…
I’d been sitting in my throne room, disinterestedly nodding and giving the occasional “go on” or “oh really” at a pair of squabbling shopkeepers, when Twilight burst in. I’d initially assumed there was yet another great peril threatening Equestria, seeing as how it had been months since some calamity had befallen the empire, but her news was far from grim - in fact, it had immediately caught my ear. She’d apparently stumbled upon some exotic creature she called a human, and she sought my council on what to do with it.
Thankful for the distraction of my tedious daily routine, and more than a little curious about this odd beast, I ordered the chamber cleared immediately. The handful of ponies seeking my attention grumbled and filed out, doubtlessly displeased that something more important had upended their plans, but they didn’t dally. It wasn’t until the room was empty did I instruct Twilight to fetch her guest and return to me.
The young Princess smiled and winked out of existence, disappearing in a flash and pop of displaced air. She really did have a knack with magic, especially since she’d been acclimating to her relatively alicorn capabilities, and I’d yet to have a student outshine her skills. Humming to myself, ignoring the concerned looks from my two attending praetorians, I didn’t expect Twilight to return as swiftly as she did.
Donning my most regal and becoming smile, hoping to impress my visitor, I turned in place and froze. What stood before me could only be described as divine. Towering above all but the largest beasts I’ve encountered, a full head and shoulders taller than myself, the creature was a goliath. Its broad chest, pair of arms, and bipedal stance was vaguely reminiscent of a diamond dog or Abyssinian, but that’s where the similarities ended.
His soft, lightly colored hide was almost bereft of hair, although he had a shaggy little mop of the stuff atop his head. One of the stranger things about him was just how flat his face was, with a cute little nose and strong jawline. Sadly, I wasn’t able to fully appreciate all of him, what with most of his body concealed beneath a pair of slacks and a shirt, but I could immediately tell that he was exceptionally well built.
“Princess Celestia, this is Anon,” Twilight announced, shaking me from my thoughts. “Anon, this is Princess Celestia.”
“Anon the human,” I demurely began, after clearing my throat, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Stepping forward, I raised a forehoof towards the creature.
“Oh wow,” he reverently sighed, sinking to his knees before me, “she’s gorgeous…”
The compliment would have been enough to make me blush, especially from someone I’d only just met, but he wasn’t done with me yet - not by a long shot. Sinking to his knees, demurely taking my fetlock in his meaty hands, he dipped his head and kissed my hoof. Unsure of what to say or do, struggling to find a way to politely dismiss his formality, he looked up and gazed into my eyes.
“To think a wonderful land would have such a beautiful creature - truly, I’m honored to be in your presence,” he sonorously intoned, his rich, deep voice causing my coat to stand on end.
For the first time in nearly three-hundred years, I felt my heart skip a beat. Not only was the newest guest of Equestria a veritable giant, but he was quite the gentleman - moreover, he wasn’t unattractive either. My tastes for stallions weren’t exactly what most would call conventional - then again, most mares are half my size and their lives are practically the blink of an eye for me. I’ve always had a weakness for large, strong, and polite creatures, and this Anon character checked nearly every box for me.
“Sooooo…” Twilight loudly hummed, breaking his bewitching spell, “what are we supposed to do with him? If he’s right, he’s from some planet called Earth; I can’t be entirely sure, but that may be some parallel universe to our own. If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to keep him -”
“He can stay in the castle,” I blurt, cutting her off.
“Great!” the scholarly Princess chirped. “I was just thinking that I might be able to reconstruct the Crystal Mirror at my castle and-”
“He can stay in my castle,” I hastily corrected. I nearly had to fight myself from rolling my eyes, seeing her crestfallen expression. “Twilight, you’re already dealing with so much! You have the School of Friendship, you’re preparing to take the throne, and you’re still one of the Elements of Harmony. I assure you, he’ll be safe here.”
“B...but I’d already-” Twilight fell silent, as I lightly pressed a forehoof to her lips.
“I’d hardly want my star pupil and one of my best friends to overextend herself,” I giggled, pulling her into a hug. “Don’t worry, I’ll get Star Swirl to come and help with everything - in the meantime, try to find some time to relax.”
Though she looked resigned, she weakly smiled and nodded. “Alright, but don’t be mad if I come to ask him questions.”
“Don’t worry,” Anon responded from above me, “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind that at all.”
Looming at my side, the man blithely rested a hand on my shoulder and gave me a small pat on the head. The gesture, while completely harmless, immediately drew the attention of the guards. Hearing a clatter of armor, I turned my head and noticed the pair leveling their halberds at the - my guest. Glowering back at them, I subtly shook my head. Honestly, a bit of amiable contact wasn’t hurting anything, and it wasn’t like the human could know the intricacies of Equestrian formalities, so I quickly dismissed the faux pas.
To her credit, Twilight merely smiled, waved a final adieu, and teleported away. She really was a good pony, and absolutely brimming with potential, but she was downright silly to think that she’d rob me of someone so profoundly curious. Peering up at my gargantuan guest, craning my neck for the first time in nearly a century, I smiled.
“Care for a tour?”
The titan dipped his head, going so far as to give me a small bow, before he waved his hand and gestured towards the door. It had been ages since I’d personally escorted someone through the keep, and I had every intention of maximizing her time with her company. Igniting my horn, magically opening the massive set of double doors, I led Anon out of the room and into the chamber beyond.
As I strolled along, just barely ahead of him, I couldn’t help but strike up a conversation. While we steadily made our way through the castle, slowly moving through the wings, we peppered one another with questions regarding our homeland, our hobbies, and what had led us to our current state of being. To my abject amazement, his tale was extraordinarily fascinating.
If he was correct, he hailed from a place called Earth; not only was his home lacking magic, but the only intelligent creatures were those of his own kind - humans. He had me entranced straight away, captivated by the outlandish world and the bizarre happenings therein. It didn’t hurt that he was so easy on the eyes, and I was even able to slip a glance at his backside a handful of times without being caught, but it all came to an end far quicker than I could have anticipated.
Passing by my dearest sister Luna, seeing a confused look on her face, I paused. Surely I hadn’t shirked my responsibilities into the evening, had I? Trotting up to her, wondering just how late it was, I waved my guest forward.
“Luna, I hope you’re doing well this afternoon,” I begin, seeing the man step to my side. “This is Anon the human.”
“Pleased to meet you,” the man hummed. Squatting down, he extended a hand.
To my sister’s credit, she forced a smile, brusquely shook his hand, and shot me an annoyed glance. “Charmed. Dear sister, may I have a moment?”
The look she gave me and the tinge of annoyance in her tone left little room for doubt, I was about to get an earful. Excusing myself, telling my charge that I’d be right back, I cantered into a sitting room not some dozen yards away. The sound of following hooves and a slamming door quickly told me that my sister and I had a bit of privacy, yet I couldn’t say what had her so out of sorts.
“Luna, I-”
“Yes, I’ve heard, you’ve spent the entirety of the afternoon traipsing about with your new pet,” she groused. “Honestly would it have been so much to ask to have Twilight handle the situation? I mean, for goodness sake, it’s not like you don’t have responsibilities.”
Closing my eyes, taking a deep breath, I fought to compose myself. I’d be lying if her chastising didn’t sour my mood, but she had a point. “My apologies, I was about to see that he had a room for the night.”
“No need. I’ve already seen to it that the guard and staff have been notified about our visitor, and I’ve gone so far as to have one of the guest rooms in the east wing cleaned and prepared for him. I’ll leave it to you,” she huffed, gently prodding my chest, “to reschedule the various appointments you ended up missing today.”
“Luna, you’re too kind,” I sighed, ensnaring her in a hug. “It won’t happen again.”
Having reluctantly returned the embrace, she gently patted my back. “I’ll hold you to that. Now then, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with some coffee and a danish.”
And with that, she turned and saw herself out. She was a wonderful sister, even if she tended to be a bit grumpy after waking or at the end of a long night, and I wouldn’t trade her for the world. Trotting out after her, I turned towards my companion and froze. Leaned against a wall, stifling a yawn, he looked far more tired than he had a few minutes ago - that or I simply hadn’t noticed.
“Goodness, where are my manners, you must be exhausted!” I fretfully remark, moving over to face him.
Shaking his head, his attempt to dismiss my concern lied in stark opposition to his weary expression. “It’s fine, I’m just a little bushed.”
After everything he’d been through, having been flung from his home to a far away land, I hadn’t even considered what his needs may be! While he had mentioned being without any belongings, save for the effects on his person, that didn’t mean he didn’t require rest or nourishment. Wheeling around, turning back towards the east wing, I motioned for him to follow.
“My sister was kind enough to have a room prepared for you. Please follow me,” I murmured, feeling absolutely awful for being so inconsiderate.
As he trudged along behind me, with our congenial conversation having come to an abrupt halt, my thoughts raced. Had he simply been chatting to humor me? What if he thought I was rude? How could I have been so utterly careless? Needless to say, by the time we reached our destination, I was a nervous wreck.
“Here we are,” I cheerfully stated, halting by the open door of his chamber. “The bed linens and towels should all be freshly laundered for you. I’ll have one of the maids deliver you some dinner shortly,” I continued, lowering my gaze. “I really must apologize for being so insensitive, I should have-”
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Before I could even lift my eyes, he had me. Kneeling down, wrapping his arms around me, he held me to his broad chest. “You really don’t have to apologize,” he added, sweetly caressing my back.
It was hard enough to believe I was being held so brazenly and tenderly, but feeling his hand wander down my flank and towards my side sent a shiver up my spine. A hug was one thing, but my gut screamed that this was more than that - sure, there may have been differences between our cultures and species, yet that hardly explained how and why he was being so affectionate. As his fingers caressed the soft flesh under my rump, my hoof wandered towards his lower back.
If he could be so unabashedly friendly, there was no reason why I couldn’t follow suit! Creeping down his lower back, savoring the sensation of his toned build, the delicate frog of my forehoof steadily made its way towards his tush. Sadly, just as I was about to return his unwarranted but appreciated gesture, he released me, stood, and took a small step back.
“Sorry,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “I just wanted to show that I appreciate how nice you’re being - it’s not every day that a guy like me meets to meet such a charming and attractive woman, let alone a Princess.”
“Y...yes, well - uh,” I fumbled, feeling my cheeks darken.
I had to say something! For pete’s sake, I’m the oldest alicorn in all Equestria, and one of the reigning diarchs of the empire, I couldn’t let an affectionate gesture leave me bumbling like an excited school filly! Steeling my resolve, trying and likely failing not to look flustered, I gazed up at his adonic face.
“I suppose I’ll make my leave for the evening, since I feel certain you’ll need some time to decompress,” I breathe, almost hesitant to end our time together. Turning to leave, waving a wing at him, an idea struck like a bolt from the blue. Even though it would be prudent to give him some time to relax, that didn’t mean we couldn’t pick up the conversation later. Peeking back at him, noticing he was looking at something towards my rear, I lightly stamped a hoof to catch his attention. “Should you wish to speak with me further, feel free to come by my chambers in the morning.”
He quirked his brow, hastily shifting his attention to my face. “The fancy room on the sixth floor?”
“Just the one,” I giggle, impressed that his memory was so keen. “In any case, I hope you have a…”
Then it hit me, having ignorantly looked past it for a good few seconds - my tail was almost fully flagged. My blood ran cold, the breath hitched in my throat, and my limbs refused to move, as the shameful realization settled on me. Apparently, as if it had a mind of its own, my body had enjoyed his attention more than I fathomed. Try as I might, helplessly flapping my jaw, I couldn’t even speak!
As his eyes drifted back to my rump, undoubtedly eager to appreciate my royal assets, a twitch at his groin drew my eye. It would have been bad enough to be ogled while subconsciously presenting, but apparently I wasn’t the only one having a reaction to the physical contact. Resting beneath his pants, barely concealed from view, something stirred and tented the fabric over his crotch.
Over my innumerable years as a Princess, I’d faced many foes, ranging from petty criminals to malign gods, yet nothing could have prepared me for this moment. Unless the man was grossly different from other mammals, the activity at his loins could only mean one thing - he liked what he was looking at. Swallowing hard, on the verge of panic, I swiftly ignited my horn, evoked my power, and magically whisked myself away to my chamber; it was a confrontation I was not ready for - at least, not yet - so fleeing seemed the only reasonable option.
Reappearing within my room, only then remembering to breathe, I heaved air into my burning lungs. I couldn’t say how long I’d ended up holding my breath, yet I felt faint - then again, in hindsight, it may have been because the all too brief exchange gave me the vapors. Sorcerously closing my door, knowing full well that I needed to clean my thoughts, I plodded towards my bathroom for a cool, hopefully relaxing shower.
I’d always heard that cold water could help to calm one’s self, especially in regards to unwanted and steamy thoughts, but I discovered that wasn’t the case. Though my body may have been clean, my mind was anything but. Despite my best efforts, even after I’d finished washing up, I found it nearly impossible to dislodge the exotic male from my thoughts.
To say the situation was frustrating would be an egregious understatement. The shower didn’t help in the slightest, nor did a brief flight or a snack, and it didn’t seem as though there was any cure for the mental malady! I was a Princess, I wasn’t supposed to get flustered over some big, strong creature I’d only just met! In a fit of pique, growing increasingly annoyed with myself, I set the sun and cast myself onto the bed.
I told myself that it would all be better in the morning, that perhaps I’d simply woken up on the wrong side of the bed and had an off day, so I cast a sleeping spell on myself, curled up, and slowly began to drift off. In the morning, before I’d risen the sun, I could readdress the situation with Anon. As my eyelids grew heavy, feeling myself slowly fade, I knew things couldn’t get any worse; unfortunately, I was completely mistaken.
What was supposed to be a relaxing night had ended up as anything but. My dreams were haunted by the dashingly handsome and strong man I was boarding in my castle. The sinful promises and lilting flattery he administered would have been enough to make any mare weak in the knees, yet that was only the start. What the hulking beauty had done to me was far, far more sinful, to the point where I awoke in the throes of passion.
Warm, syrupy goodness cooled between my thighs, reminding me of my unruly subconscious. While it was a bit mortifying to wake up to, things could have been worse; at least Luna hadn’t stumbled upon me in such a state. She’d steered well clear of my dreams for the past several centuries, after she’d intruded and peeked in on one of my more lecherous fantasies, meaning I only had myself to blame.
With a pained groan, I turned my head, cracked an eye, and checked the time. It was just past five AM, meaning I had nearly two hours to waste. With the threat of more lustful dreams awaiting me, I opted not to try and get more sleep; heaving myself to the side, rolling from the mattress, I unsteadily got to my hooves, stretched my wings, and yawned. Royalty or not, there was one thing I could do to distract myself - that was, after I’d cleaned myself off and changed my sheets. One rinse and set of fresh linens later, and I was ready to begin.
My horn glowed softly, as I opened my wardrobe and retrieved a quintet of sweat bands. After slipping one soft, flexible band around each fetlock, with the fifth going above my brow, I deftly tied my mane and tail into a tight lock. One didn’t live well into their thousands without taking care of one’s self, and I was no exception! Trotting to the area rug at the foot of my bed, I cast a noise cancelling spell on the walls, ceiling, and floor. Working out wasn’t exactly what I’d call fun, but having some music often helped.
Once I’d wound my phonograph, having selected a rather upbeat and energetic record for the morning, I commenced to trot in place. Regular exercise was part of a healthy, happy life, and something that virtually anyone could benefit from. I’d adopted my early morning routine several hundred years ago, for my personal health and to retain my figure - of course, it didn’t help that I had a profound sweet tooth, absolutely loving my cakes and rich desserts, but I digress. Flapping my wings, gradually moving at a faster pace, I attempted to clear my mind.
I’d tried going to the gym before, as well as flying for fitness, but being a Princess did have its drawbacks. No matter where I was or what I was doing, ponies always tended to gravitate towards me; it wasn’t like I minded attending to my subjects, yet the attention made it nearly impossible to concentrate or properly work out. Content with my solitude, I steadily progressed from one exercise to another.
Ponies would be surprised by just how much you can accomplish with calisthenics and some basic furniture, so it took me less than an hour to break into a sweat. There was something oddly rewarding about exercising, even if it was time consuming and strenuous. When I’d first adopted my little regimen, I’d absolutely loathed it - now, having made it a morning ritual, it wasn’t as bad.
Ordinarily speaking, physical exertion almost always helped me concentrate and relieve stress, but that wasn’t the case this time. The harder I pushed myself, the more my thoughts crept to Anon - the more my thoughts crept to Anon, the more heated I got. After the better part of an hour, finally comprehending that exhausting myself wasn’t going to remedy my love-struck brain, did I finally decide to wrap things up.
Positively drenched in sweat, with my breath fogging the unseasonably cool air, I leaned forward, brought my chest towards the floor, and arched my back. Yoga was an absolutely fantastic way to avoid any unwanted muscle cramps, and it was a darn fine way to stay limber, so I always tried to include it several times a week. Closing my eyes, I slowly exhaled and stood on the tips of my hinds.
Once I’d had a long, extra cold shower, I could get myself some coffee, have a chat with Luna, and then start picking up my abandoned duties from the day prior. If and when I dealt with Anon again, I felt like I’d be ready for him; his charm and dashing good looks wouldn’t surprise me a second time! Wondering how he was doing, I only then recalled what I’d said the afternoon before.
“...feel free to come by my chambers in the morning…”
Before I could move, I heard my door click and slowly creak open. The timing of it couldn’t be worse - or better, depending on one’s perspective - and it left me petrified. Staring towards the exit, with my behind almost perfectly leveled at the doorway, the man’s unmistakable form came into view. I tried to move - sweet stars above how I tried, but my body failed to obey me. Locked in place, it was all I could do to watch him lift a hand.
“Doing some stretches?” he asked, taking a small step inside.
I nodded, both seeing and feeling my bound tail flick up and to the side. “Y...yes…”
A tense, almost supernatural silence fell between us, as we stared at one another. I could almost feel his hungry gaze upon my marehood, causing my sex to wink and drool in anticipation, while I eyed his crotch. Sure enough, in a matter of seconds, the mysterious and enthralling bulge in his pants returned. Even with him being several yards away, I could tell that he was either smuggling a very large carrot or was exceedingly well endowed.
“So - uh -” he faltered, without looking away from my nethers, “do you want some help?”
“H...help?” I bleated, tearing my eyes away from his crotch. He couldn’t mean - no, he couldn’t possibly be that forward.
Inching closer, apparently struggling to look away from my loins, he peeked at my face. “With your stretching.”
A relieved sigh escaped me, despite a small pang of disappointment. “Of course, though I would ask that you close my door. I’d hate for somepony to see us and get the wrong impression.”
“No worries,” he snickered.
Swiftly doing as asked, closing the door behind himself, he strolled over to me. I’d expected him to move to my side, possibly to apply pressure to my back or to manipulate my wings, but that wasn’t the case. Walking up directly behind me, with his hips just a hair higher than my own, he rested his hands on my waist.
The sensation of someone holding me in such a provocative way, and a man no less, was beyond thrilling. My wings anxiously flitted and shifted on my back, subtly expressing my apprehension, as his fingers caressed my hide. Far more dexterous than any hoof could ever be, his digits were as delightful as they were terrifying - in that I could only imagine what carnal delights they could deliver.
“Alright, deep breath,” he whispered.
“Anon, what - Oh...Oh my!” I moan, as his hands glided over my hips and onto my lower back.
Bearing down on me, the man did the most wondrous thing. Even though I’d received more massages than I cared to count, I’d never experienced something so awe inspiring. His fingers ground into my flesh, kneading the tension from my muscles; on everything I hold dear, I swear it felt like I was melting under his touch!
Trembling beneath him, eager for more, I rocked back and ground myself against him; the move was excessively impulsive, and I suffered the repercussions almost instantaneously. My tush ground against the conspicuous swell in his slacks, immediately reminding me of just how much he was enjoying himself. Even through the fabric of his pants, the heat and sublime size of his package was unmistakable - somehow, be it through good or ill fortune, I found myself in the presence of an immensely well-hung and affable creature.
He paused, doubtlessly confused about my unwarranted response, but he didn’t stay still for long. With the lightest buck of his hips, I shivered. Without giving a second thought, I lightly waggled my hips from side to side; if he questioned my actions, I could always feign ignorance and claim that it was simply an act of contentment, instead of honestly proclaiming my open enjoyment of his ministrations.
Pressed against me, all but draped over my back, he sighed and suddenly retreated. Feeling him withdraw, a cold pit formed in my stomach. I’d been foolish, acted like some lewd filly on prom night, and I’d clearly rubbed him the wrong way - both in a physical and metaphorical fashion. As my mouth went dry, dreading what I’d discover, I turned my head and peered over my shoulder at him; what I found was more than beyond my wildest dreams.
Not only was Anon standing just behind me, but he was slowly undoing his belt. Pulling the leather strap free, letting it fall to the floor, his fingers wandered to the button fastening his pants. In abject disbelief, I could do little more than silently watch him steadily loosen his slacks and unzip his fly. The sight was unbelievable - doubly so, given the short length of time we’d known one another and the fact that I was a Princess - yet it happened all the same.
His slacks drifted down his legs, leaving a thin, short garment covering his thighs and loins, cementing my suspicions. He was definitely interested in giving me more than a simple rubdown, and I most certainly wasn’t about to stop him - that being said, there was something I couldn’t resist doing before things got too far. Straightening up, I lazily turned to face him.
“If...if it’s not too much to ask,” I stammered, hungrily gazing at his groin.
Snickering to himself, he triumphantly placed his hands on his hips. “By all means, please indulge yourself.”
The conceit in his tone was more than enough of an invitation, drawing me to him. Slowly, cautiously, I inched forward. His crotch wasn’t much lower than my head, allowing me to lean towards his package with next to no effort. My mouth began to water, feeling like a filly about to unwrap a Hearth’s Warming gift, while I brought my muzzle towards his concealed equipment.
The first thing to strike me was his scent. Not unpleasant, and decidedly masculine, his aroma caused my marehood to hungrily clench upon itself. Though I wasn’t sure if his natural bouquet was because of his arousal, age, or possibly the lack of a shower, I did know one thing - he smelled downright heavenly. Unable to control myself any further, I brought my snout to the waistband of his shorts and pulled the garment downward.
As the article cleared his hips, falling to the floor, I nearly gasped. I’d been correct, Anon was absolutely massive. Long, thick, and with a deliciously rounded tip, his manhood easily rivaled any stallionhood I’d ever seen. The gorgeous limb curved upwards ever so slightly, throbbing in the cool air, practically inviting me to have a taste. Licking my lips, and my inhibitions waned, as I opened my mouth and leaned in.
Slipping him into my maw, my eyelids fluttered. Salty, exotic flavors washed over my palate, setting my pulse racing. He tasted just as wonderful as he smelled, spurring me onward. Unhurriedly bobbing my head, savoring every vein and contour along his shaft, I did what I could to please him. Pony or not, my marish wants - no, needs demanded I worship the virile titan.
Though I couldn’t see it, I felt a bead of nectar creeping down my inner thigh. There were perilously few times when I’d been this worked up over somebody, never mind a near stranger, yet I couldn’t help myself. Groaning around his length, caressing the underside with my tongue, I worked him deeper into my muzzle. Before I knew it, choking back a small gag, he was tickling the back of my throat.
Good gods - I don’t think I would’ve ever found myself attempting to fellate something so absolutely monstrous, yet the thrill of the moment drove me onward. Drawing a deep breath, filling my lungs, I closed my eyes and attempted to relax my throat. I’d be darned if I didn’t at least try to manage the herculean task, lest I look back and lament my cowardice. Forcing my head downward, watching his groin grow closer and closer, I wormed him into my gullet.
His groan of contentment was like music to my ears, and the sensation of his fingers in my mane was remarkable; paired together, the two were more than enough motivation to bolster my resolve. With a final small push, aided by him pulling me downward, my nose pressed against the bare flesh of his crotch. It was a magical moment, exhilarating beyond reason, but I was quick to discover that he wasn’t finished.
Clutching the base of my skull, rolling his hips back, he hauled a few inches of his length from my maw. For the briefest of moments, I assumed he was eager to move on, or possibly return the favor, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. His first thrust caused me to sputter around him, catching me totally off guard, when he started bucking into my face. Far more enthusiastic than I could have anticipated, heedless or uncaring of my regal status, he sated himself with my pouting lips and thrashing tongue.
I could have easily escaped, calling upon my sorcery or physical might, yet I couldn’t budge. He’d chosen to pleasure himself with me, a willing female, and I simply couldn’t bring myself to stop him. Winking and leaking insatiably, my marehood quickly grew angry with the lack of attention. In the face of such a handsome colossus, my strength was overshadowed by my feminine needs.
Drawing breaths when I could, doing my best not to gag, I mopped the saliva and pre-cum from his pistoning length. Growing rougher and more forceful by the minute, he peeked down and locked eyes with me. The look of depravity he held, primal and needy, was beyond words. It was only when I started tearing up, a byproduct of nearly choking on his fat tool, did he eventually slow and fully withdraw.
“Sorry,” he murmured, sweetly wiping my cheek, “I got a little carried away there.”
“It’s q...quite - Cough - alright,” I croaked, somehow thankful and regretful that he’d stopped.
Seizing the initiative, quick to show that I wasn’t cross with his impetuous treatment, I hopped onto the bed. Though I tried not to move with the haste of a randy youth, I felt certain that my studly guest took note of my enthusiasm. As I lowered myself, laying down with my rump hanging just over the side of the mattress, he stepped over and slapped my tush; the blow wasn’t hard, but the shock of it caused me to squeak in surprise. He was beyond foolhardy, having struck a Princess in such an unbecoming fashion, yet his insolence fanned the flames of my growing lust.
“Oh man - looks like someone’s excited,” he hummed.
Reaching down, he fondled my slavering nethers. There was no possible way for me to conceal my physical arousal, a fact that was both exhilarating and the slightest bit disgraceful - regardless, he didn’t seem to mind. Running his fingers over my sex, giving himself a moment to pinch and tease my clit, he chuckled. There was no mistaking it, he knew exactly what he was doing.
The head of his manhood wandered between my pucker and marehood, leaving me breathless. Truth be told, given how stirred up I was, I couldn’t care less how he decided to indulge me. With one hand on my lower back, and the other presumably grasping the base of his length, he playfully prodded each hole. I swallowed hard, knowing he’d soon make his choice.