A Heart to Heart
Oh, how Cadance loved snow days at the castle.
Well, calling them 'snow days' would be generous; what she really loved was the fact that Blueblood, the oh-so-dramatic, would refuse to walk home after their private lessons if there was so much as a dusting of snow on the ground, which meant that he'd plan to sleep in a guest suite for the night. In reality, it meant that him and Cadance would stay up late together in her room talking and playing and eventually passing out in some sort of configuration that typically included Blueblood curled up in her sheets and her own self on her carpeted floor cuddled up with a single pillow and blanket– or more rarely, sprawled out at the foot of her bed.
She had a lot of good memories of winter evenings and nights spent like that.
But they were both older now. They no longer 'played' like they once did, and it had quickly grown inappropriate for them to sleep in the same room anyhow– and, she had to give it to him, he'd become less fussy about walking through the bad weather, which meant his staying in the castle had grown rarer besides.
Their last 'snow day' had been well over a year ago, and Blueblood had actually followed through on his plan to sleep in a guest suite: after a quick post-dinner discussion about their tutor and the latest gossip going around Canterlot, he'd excused himself to his own room, and Cadance was left in her room the rest of the night wondering if they'd never be as close as they once were again.
However, Cadance was not just anybody. She was Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, the princess of love, and she could tell that Blueblood was acting based on a sense of propriety and nothing else. She could also tell that Blueblood, like any stallion his age, was getting rather frustrated with his lack of romantic prospects and perhaps even more high-strung than usual, and didn't want to deal with Cadance poking around in his love life, and so tended to avoid her.
But tonight was going to be different. The original forecasted snowfall had turned into a full-on snowstorm just as their lessons for the day had ended, and Blueblood had made it maybe a dozen feet out the door before he huffed, turned around, shook the snow off his mane, and walked right back into the castle, shivering. Cadance had watched all of this happen, giggling to herself.
Just as planned.
Blueblood sighed as the castle doors shut behind him. "What weatherpony decided to schedule a snowstorm for Hearts & Hooves Day?" He said, delicately thumping his shoes on the ground to shake off the snow. His horn illuminated as his magic tugged his scarf off his neck, hands going to unbutton his coat.
"Oh, do you have plans?" Cadance quipped, snickering when she saw his face bloom in a faint scarlet. His alabaster coat may have been beautiful, but it certainly did him no favors in situations like this.
"No, but I'm sure half of Canterlot does." He said, bundling up his winter garments in his arms. "I guess I'll have to stay until the weather improves." He then frowned, glancing around. They were alone in the room, the base of the tower they took their lessons in. "Isn't there usually a maid that comes in to tidy up as soon as we're done? I don't see her... hmm. Well, I don't guess you'd mind taking my coat and scarf to my usual guest suite?" He held them out to Cadance.
She rolled her eyes, but smiled at him. "Actually, Blueblood, I would mind, but I wouldn't mind walking with you while you did it."
"Oh, of course. It's not like I'm famished after studying through lunch and was looking forward to some tea and tea sandwiches in the parlor..." He grumbled.
"You'll survive fifteen more minutes," She waved a hand. "And I'll join you for tea, too! How about that?"
Ordinarily, he would have preferred to do so alone, reading a nice book or reviewing lessons, but today, the prospect of some company sounded nice. "Sure, if you'd like. Let's go."
Cadance raised her eyebrows, surprised it hadn't taken more convincing, but began to follow as he led them away from the lessons' tower and towards the guest suites.
They encountered no one save for a couple of guards stood at their posts on the way to Blueblood's usual room. The castle was quiet, only the faint howling of the storm outside interrupting it whenever they passed by a window. It made Cadance cold just listening to it, and she made a mental note to make sure they turned on the fireplace when they took their tea.
Blueblood looked a bit grumpy, but then, didn't he always? He made no move to begin a conversation or even acknowledge Cadance's presence. But she didn't let this discourage her; she knew how to get him talking. and she would do so later.
He stepped into his room for a moment and she waited at the door for a minute. When he came back out, free of the garments he'd been carrying around, she noticed something she had neglected to spot earlier; his attire. Blueblood liked to dress up, and that was fine. She herself had even dressed nicely today, feeling it fitting for the occasion, in a short red dress and white stockings. But he was dressed at once both more casual and more formal than typical; instead of being dressed in his typical princely, if outdated, daywear, he had opted for more modern formal clothes. Like something one might wear on a date. That combined with what day it was... well, she could only assume he'd lied about not having plans earlier.
She kept it to herself, though, instead opting for a different topic when she spoke. "How about you head on to the parlor and I'll grab us some tea and food?"
Blueblood loved being waited on, so it was no surprise when he nodded and answered, "That would be great. The staff know what I usually like."
"See you in a few minutes, then." She said, and they parted ways.
She had something a tad special in mind, so she made a quick stop by her own room first before heading to the kitchen to grab the refreshments themselves.
When Cadance finally arrived at the parlor fifteen minutes later, carrying a tray laden with tea, sandwiches, fruit, and teacakes, Blueblood let out a puff of air through his nose. He was sitting on one of the couches in the parlor, looking thoroughly bored.
"Finally," He said. "That took a while."
"I know, I know," She said, setting the tray down on the coffee table in front of him. "I wanted to do something special, and it took longer than I thought."
This got his attention. "Special?"
She nodded and gestured to the teapot. "The tea! I made it myself. Rosehip and hibiscus."
"Oh," He said, almost frowning. "I have to say, I don't normally love anything too fruity or floral."
"You'll like it, I'm sure." She chuckled and picked up the teapot. She carefully began to pour its contents into a teacup for Blueblood, the liquid coming out a deep, dull pinkish color. She noted that he'd already started the fire, the warm glow reflecting in the stream of tea as it fell.
"If you say so," He said and warily took the cup, eyeing the tea inside before shrugging and turning it up to drink it. He took a sip and then paused, as if surprised. "Oh, that is quite good."
"Told you," She smiled, pouring her own cup.
The pair drank tea and snacked on their refreshments for a while, talking about what they'd been over in the day's lessons as the sun made its way towards the horizon. Blueblood seemed to really like the tea, Cadance noted with a small grin, if the fact that he kept refilling his cup was any indication. Something seemed to be eating at him though; he kept glancing out towards the frosty window at the snow whirling outside, tapping his foot and messing with his mane often.
Their conversation had wound down slightly; Cadance knew Blueblood would be making excuses to retire to his room soon if she didn't act. So, after thinking for a moment, munching on a teacake, she spoke, "So, Hearts and Hooves day, huh?"
One of Blueblood's ears twitched, but his calm expression did not change otherwise. "Indeed."
"Something tells me," She began, putting a finger to her mouth, "That you had some plans that got ruined by the storm."
He frowned, his mouth forming a flat line. "And what would give you that idea?"
"Oh, you know, nothing in particular. Just a hunch. Not the way you remembered it was Hearts and Hooves day when I don't think you've ever mentioned it before in your life, or the way you're dressed for a date night...." She couldn't stop herself from giggling. He must have thought he was so sneaky.
He sighed. "Fine. You got me. But," He paused, "I didn't really have plans. I thought I might, but well, I'm sort of glad it didn't work out. I'm not all that interested in her anyways– our families are close and it just felt..." He shrugged. "Well, it was something my parents recommended, and this storm gave me the perfect excuse not to."
Cadance raised her eyebrows. "You're not standing this girl up right now, are you?"
"Of course not!" He jumped to defend himself. "My plan was to buy some flowers and show up at her door as a surprise. I was leaving my options open."
She nodded and settled. "That sounds unusually sweet of you."
"Yeah, well," He rolled his eyes, "Even I have my moments."
She took a moment to think. Something was still bothering him, she could tell, but he didn't seem to have been lying about not being very interested in the mare.
It was as she swirled her tea around in her cup that it came to her.
"You're lonely." She stated. Such a simple answer, but, she was absolutely positive, the correct one.
"Excuse me? Lonely?" He scoffed.
"That's what I said," She agreed, setting her cup down. She could have laughed at how obvious it was, but she suspected Blueblood may not react well to being laughed at. "It's Hearts and Hooves day, we're getting older, and you're lonely. And," She wiggled her eyebrows and gave him a teasing grin, "Given how uptight you are all the time, I'd imagine you're a bit pent-up, too."
"Cadance!" He borderline hissed, "Don't be so... blatant."
She chuckled at his scandalized reaction. "Oh, don't be such a prude. We might be adults, but we're still teenagers, and I know it's on your mind."
"Yes, well, maybe that is a normal conversational topic for you, but I don't exactly enjoy the idea of talking about that subject with my cousin. Or borderline sister." He shifted uncomfortably. "No harm done, I understand that's your whole thing, but it's not my cup of tea. Er, no pun intended."
"My thing?" She narrowed her eyes. "What's my thing? What are you implying?"
"You know," He made a vague gesture with his hands, "Princess of love, or whatever. So it only makes sense that you'd be rather... blasé about it all. Given I'd assume you have more... experience...?" He slowed down the more he spoke, watching as Cadance's expression shifted from curiosity to one of disapproval.
"Hmm." She was frowning. She wasn't insulted, per se, but a little bothered by his assumptions. "I guess you could say I don't think it's such a big deal, but if you're assuming I'm getting laid left and right just because of my title and expertise, you'd be wrong, and that was a little rude. And, all of what I do for right now is for other ponies. Not myself. I'm a matchmaker and an occasional counselor, not just some girl who likes sleeping around." She quickly added, "Not that there's anything wrong with that, but it's not my focus. In fact, I'm still a virgin." Her voice raised a tad as she said, "And if you ever bothered to ask about me, or show any interest in me as a friend - which, yeah, you don't anymore, by the way, which I also find rude - you'd know that." She lowered her voice back again to clarify, "Uh.. the matchmaker part, not the virgin part. Contrary to what you might think, it isn't all I talk about."
"Oh, uh..." His ears had flattened against his head during her rant and he was looking quite thoroughly ashamed of himself. Still, she was surprised when he gave no pushback. "You're right, Cadance. That was wrong of me to assume when... I really don't know you that well anymore."
Her anger, which had been slight, in the first place, quickly cooled as she looked at him. He hadn't meant anything by it, she knew that, and he didn't really deserve the rant. Well, no, maybe he did in general, but his statement hadn't been what set her off completely. In fact, she had just realized that she wasn't being forthcoming about what was bothering her.
She sighed. "Ah, look, I'm sorry for going off on you like that. It's just..." She ran her fingers through her mane. "I miss you, Blueblood. We don't talk anymore unless it's about classes or stupid Canterlot gossip. I miss being kids in the castle, running around and making a mess and just having fun. And I may have, uh..." She smiled sheepishly. "Politely hinted at the Canterlot weather team that a snowstorm on Hearts and Hooves day would be nice...?"
"Really?" This was enough to make him laugh. "Well if you wanted to talk, you could have just said so."
"I guess! But this seemed more fun, and I don't think you'd be very receptive unless you were stuck here with me." She laughed with him. All at once, the tension was dissolved and Cadance felt herself relax.
"Well, I'm certainly more eager to talk when I have no other options, yes." Then, Blueblood took a minute; she watched his expression turn from contentment to mild confusion. "Although... I must ask." He looked at her. "You specifically asked for Hearts and Hooves day? Why?"
Well, now that was a good question. Why had she? "Well..." She considered it. It had only seemed right, and she couldn't point to one particular reason why. "No real reason. I mean, I am the princess of love, and I thought the weather team would take my request more seriously if it was for today. And for some ponies, isn't it really about relationships in general, kinda? Not necessarily romantic ones?" Not that she had ever associated it with anything but romance, she thought to herself.
The sun had just finally set enough for it to officially be night-time, the room dim save for the glow provided by the fire. The lighting felt almost romantic, something she was now acutely aware of. Her heart was beating ever-so-slightly faster.
"Right, right, makes sense. I guess it was as good of a day as ever, even if I did supposedly have plans."
"Are you actually upset about not being able to ask that girl out?" She said, half-wincing. Maybe he had been looking forward to a date, even if he had little interest in his partner.
He thought for a moment and shrugged. "Maybe a little. I was looking forward to..." He trailed off, but Cadance could guess what he meant. "Although I guess it worked out, because I'm spending the evening with a beautiful mare, anyways." And suddenly, his jaw dropped slightly, like he couldn't believe what he'd just heard himself say. His face was turning faintly red, or was that the glow of the fire? But then he stuttered, "I don't know why I said that. I don't mean anything by it, I mean, you are very pretty, but-"
Cadance laughed despite herself. "Thank you for the compliment, Blueblood. You're very pretty, yourself." And then she leaned in towards him, aware, now, of the way her outfit for the day accentuated her curves and especially her cleavage, as she could have sworn she saw his eyes dart downwards and then back up at her face. "As for missing the date, and the post-date activities... mind if I make it up to you?" The meaning behind her words was obvious. She knew she was being forward, but she couldn't exactly help it, seeing as...
"What is going on?" Blueblood whispered, half to himself. And Cadance happened to have an answer.
"The tea." She said. "It was special. I did say that."
"You drugged me?" He exclaimed, slightly louder but not a shout.
"No! No, I did not drug you. Or myself. It just... weakens your filter. Makes you speak your mind more freely. And I used crescent flower in it, so it gets strongest at night. Hence..." She gestured around them. "But it was a pretty weak brew, just meant to get you to open up some."
He squinted at her. "I'm not sure how happy I am about being dosed with an illicit substance."
"It doesn't do anything but make your words flow more freely. All of your thoughts are still your own, and you are free to leave at anytime if that's what you want. But..." She leaned in towards Blueblood even more, pressing her breasts together, "I don't think you want to."
What she did not tell him was that it also temporarily upped one's libido, but she had assumed it would be an unfortunate side effect and nothing more. She could feel it now, herself, her body warmer than it had been mere minutes ago, centered between her thighs. It was not much more than a faint, unpleasant itch– maybe 5% of what an actual heat felt like– and she was certain it wasn't enough to make even the weakest of ponies do anything they wouldn't ordinarily want to do.
"I want to be your first." Blueblood said, the words tumbling out of him.
Well, the faint libido heightening effects wouldn't make a pony do anything out of the ordinary, but she had not foreseen this being the truth extracted out of Blueblood, or herself, for that matter, because the next thing she said was, "Me too."
Screw it. It was all on the table now, and this was going to happen.
At once she stood, stepped forward, and dropped herself into his lap, hands going to undo the buttons on his shirt as she leaned in for a hungry kiss. He didn't stop her, his own hands tracing down her back to rest on her cushy ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. She rolled her hips forward, rubbing up against his hardening cock through his pants. She could already feel herself getting wet.
He pulled her dress up a bit and put his hands up under her skirt, thumbing at the edge of her panties. He pulled back from her and gasped out, "Are you wearing lingerie?"
She shrugged. "I guess so." She said, and dove right back in. She had put on lace panties this morning, but it was just to match her stockings! Or at least, that was what she told herself.
Blueblood gave her ass another hearty squeeze and held her down as he pushed his hips up. She had finally finished with the last button on his shirt and went to pulling it off of him, and then parted from his lips again.
"What are you-?" He started to ask, but stopped when she stood and her hands went to the hem of her dress. In one motion, she pulled it up and off of her, her sizeable tits dropping free. She knew she had a nice figure, but seeing the way his cock strained in his pants as he stared at her body– well, it was an ego boost, to say the least.
Speaking of. "Let me do this..." She said, and got on her knees in front of him. She thought the poor stallion was about to pass out, as hard as he felt as she rubbed him through the fabric. She had to fix that. Her hands went to the unfasten his pants and unzip them, and he raised a bit to wiggle out of his underwear and pants both. As it was pulled down, his cock popped free– and she gasped. "You're so big..." She murmured in awe. She didn't exactly have much frame of reference, but he had to be pretty large. She couldn't imagine taking anything bigger.
She looked up at him. There was a strange expression on Blueblood's face: part desire, part apprehension. He sighed. "Cadance, this is... wrong. We shouldn't be doing this."
Oh, come on. She rolled her eyes. "Answer me this, Blueblood: do you want this?"
"Yes," He replied, instantly. "But you're... you're almost like my sister."
"So?" She shrugged. She had never seen the point of a relationship between two adults being so taboo. "I want it too. As long as we both agree... what's the harm? No one's going to know."
He frowned and stared at her for a minute... and then his gaze softened. "Alright. Well, get to it," He said, placing a hand on her head. He then shook his head briefly. "I didn't mean to say that. Tea's fault. Take your time. Just- just ignore anything I say. Can't help myself."
Well, she really didn't mind being rushed; this was exactly what she wanted to do, anyways. But she'd keep the tea's effects in mind. She wrapped her hand around his length, but didn't move quite yet. She looked up at him through fluttering lashes, and asked, "And I'll ask again: are you absolutely sure you want this?"
"More than anything," He replied. "Please. Go ahead."
Well, having the normally uptight, above-it-all Blueblood begging for her touch felt good, and she briefly considered making him beg more... but she wanted this too bad. She started to pump his length up and down at a steady pace while she dipped her head down to nuzzle at his sack. He let out a low moan above her and his hips tried to jerk forward, but she quickly placed her other hand on his thigh to hold him steady. "Not so fast," She said. She was doing this at her pace.
She gently sucked one of his balls into her mouth and began to lavish it with her tongue as her hand worked his shaft. Lewd slurping sounds filled the room, and it seemed to bring Blueblood to his senses a bit. The hand that still sat atop her head pushed her away, her mouth disconnecting from him with a pop. "Wait- Cadance- aren't you scared we'll get caught?"
She looked over to the doorway of the parlor. It wasn't really a doorway, more of an arch if anything, and there was no way to block it... but this was a part of the castle the servants and knights didn't typically go to. Matter of fact, she wasn't sure if she'd ever seen anypony hanging around here, other than Blueblood. And it was gettting late, anyways. She shook her head. "Nope, I think we'll be fine."
"But-" He began, but when she leaned back in and took his other ball into her mouth, he quickly shut up. She gave his hefty sack lots of attention for the next several minutes, peppering it with kisses and licks as she stroked him off, precum freely flowing from his tip now and coating her hand, lubricating her movements. He squirmed beneath her, hands at his sides- yeah, she hadn't bothered to ask, but he was pretty obviously a virgin. And he probably didn't even masturbate that often, either, judging how good just her hand and mouth was making him feel.
Not that she was complaining. It was actually pretty hot.
"Not that this doesn't feel good- ah- but couldn't you be putting your mouth to better use?" He asked, and she half expected another sentence blaming it on the tea but it never came. Well, she agreed with him, anyways. She may not have been an impatient type of person, but she was getting ready to taste him regardless.
She pulled away and sat back on her haunches, her hand slowing down. She wiped the spit off her mouth and took a moment to breath. She may have been getting a little too excited. "You know, I think you're right."
Her hand gripped the base of his cock and she leaned back in and pressed her tongue to the underside of his shaft, licking up a glob of precum that had leaked out. She swished it around in her mouth for just a moment, enjoying the salty, borderline bitter flavor before latching her mouth onto his tip, gently suckling it.
He let out a noise, half a moan and half a sigh of relief, as she began to sink her mouth down on his shaft. She knew there was no way she'd be able to take all of it, or probably much more than half of it, but she was going to try her damnedest. As she made her way down, both of his hands went to her head, gathering her hair into a held ponytail. She was thankful for him getting it out of her face, but suspected he had ulterior motives, not that she could say so right now.
She had slipped a good fourth or so of it into her mouth and she pulled back again and bobbed her head up and down, making slurping and sucking noises as she did so. She looked up at him to see his head tilted back, lost in pleasure. If he felt that good from her just taking a fourth of it– well. She had to see what more would do to him.
She stopped her bobbing and focused again on fitting more of it in her, hesitating once it got to the back of her mouth. She knew she could do this. As she pushed further forward, she felt it hit her throat and then go a little deeper, too, choking on his tool as it made its way down her gullet. She'd finally reached halfway. She pushed a little more and then pulled back off of him as she gagged, keeping only the tip in her mouth. That seemed to be her limit, she noted with a hint of disappointment, but hey, she'd just need to practice if she hoped to one day take all of it.
Not that Blueblood seemed to be complaining. She could still taste precum in her mouth, freely flowing from his cock, and she greedily slurped it up. Without warning she dove back in, taking him as deep as she could and coming back up, and repeated this.
"Wow," was all he could say, letting out small grunts of satisfaction. She looked up at him again to see him looking down at her this time, and as they made eye contact he seemed to have an idea. "Hey, tap on my thigh if this is too much, yeah?"
She nodded, confused at what he was about to do, but it quickly became obvious. His hands on her head pushed her further down as his hips thrusted. She let out a muffled cry - he'd pushed her already over an inch deeper than she'd been before - but she loved it. Her hand traced down her body to the top of her panties and then under and she began furiously rubbing her clit.
He continued fucking her mouth, gradually speeding up, cramming a little more of his shaft down her throat with each thrust. His balls hit her chin and spit dripped down her chin onto the floor, the sounds of gagging and squelching filling the room. Blueblood hummed in pleasure. "You look like such a slut choking on my cock," He panted, and pulled her head as far down as he could. His cock was officially hilted in her mouth. His treatment of her had her more soaked than she'd ever been, and as he held her with her nose just barely touching his stomach and his balls at her chin, she felt the lack of oxygen begin to affect her. She was about to tap on his thigh to let him know to let her off- but she was so close...
All at once her orgasm hit her and she moaned around his shaft. She felt her pussy spasm, clenching in on itself as waves of pleasure reverberated through her body, and he seemed to get the hint because he let her go and pulled his cock out of her mouth to let her have some air. She coughed on spit and precum, gasping for air as she sat back, still reeling from her climax. She didn't think she could even speak right now, but she was quickly proven wrong as before she could even consider her words she said, "I need you inside me, right now."
Blueblood's eyes lit up. That tea had been an excellent idea. He nodded and stood, and reached down to pull Cadance up, too. Cadance eyed the furniture in the room. Blueblood seemed to have roughly the same idea as her; he grabbed the tray that held their tea stuff on it and set it on the floor a few feet away, freeing up the table in the center of the room. She grinned lecherously and went to bend over on it, but he didn't give her a chance to. He stepped behind her and grabbed her waist, pinning her down to the table. He slipped her panties down and off one of her legs, cock prodding at her entrance.
She gave him one last look over her shoulder. "Start slow. Like I said... first time." She put her elbows down on the table to brace herself.
He nodded and began. His cock slowly made its way in, her virgin pussy clamping down on the tip the minute it entered her. She half-winced. It was mildly uncomfortable, even as relaxed and aroused as she was, but not painful. As he pushed more of his length in, she felt her walls acquiesce to his rod; he was being very gentle.
It felt like he was pushing into her for half of an eternity. She thought she was about at her limit, but he leaned over her body and she felt the meat of her ass connect with his crotch. He was all the way inside of her. And though it was perhaps a tad painful, it also felt amazing. She screwed her eyes shut, willing herself to relax more.
"Let me know when I can start moving," He said, and she nodded. This was bliss. Being stuffed to the brim by Blueblood, ordinarily so haughty but now stuck on her every word– oh, she didn't need to have a power trip right now, but it was a great feeling.
After a moment her walls relaxed enough for the pain to dissipate. "Go ahead," She murmured, and put her head down on her arms, ass raised a little further up into the air.
He withdrew a bit and then pushed back in, and she gasped. "That feels so good," She panted, amazed at how such a small movement could have her so weak in the knees. He chuckled behind her and gripped her hips tighter, and repeated the motion. This time he pulled out a little farther and pushed in a little faster. He kept up this pace for a minute, the duo grunting and moaning as they fucked. Cadance felt another orgasm approaching already. If sex was always this good, they'd have to do it a lot more often.
"I'm going to speed up now," He warned her, and she didn't deny him. True to his word, his thrusts got faster, and it felt like the momentum carried him deeper; she moaned beneath him, on the brink of climax two. His balls were slapping against her in such a way that she felt it in her clit, and it made it ache for attention, but she couldn't fit her hand down there to rub herself. It didn't seem to matter, though, because her orgasm came crashing down on her all the same.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," She gasped, and her pussy clamped down on the shaft inside of her. Instead of giving her a moment or slowing down, Blueblood only fucked her harder and faster; he moved his hands to grip her ass, fingers digging into her flesh, as she felt his own cock twitch inside of her. He must have been getting close, too.
He fucked her through her orgasm until she thought she felt yet another coming on, and he was fucking her faster than she thought was possible– but then, with a loud moan, he pulled out. She huffed in disappointment, the sudden empty feeling unpleasant. "Hey-"
"Stand up," He said, and stepped away from her. Ugh, she didn't want to; she wanted him to get back on top of her and fuck her until she couldn't think straight anymore. But she listened to him and very shakily stood, feeling her pussy practically dripping with her own juices and, likely, tons of precum.
"On your back?" He asked and gestured to the couch. "I wanted to, uh..." He flushed and she almost laughed. Why bother getting embarrassed now? His cock had just been inside of her. "I wanted to be able to see you when I finished." He said.
"Oh, so romantic." She cooed. That was rather sweet, and not what she'd been expecting at all; maybe Blueblood was looking for more than a quick fuck. She wouldn't mind a little romance, maybe a few dates or something, maybe... she stopped, not wanting to let herself get lost in thoughts when she had a stallion waiting to fuck her. "But whatever you want." She said and complied, laying on her back on the couch and spreading her legs.
He wasted no time in getting back on top of her again, positioning himself between her legs. She didn't even have a moment to breathe before he hilted himself in her again, and she cried out in ecstasy; he'd hit something right. One hand went to grip the couch at her side and the other went to Blueblood, holding onto him. She was going to cum a third time. "Rut me like you mean it."
"With pleasure." He said, and at once began fucking her in earnest. With every thrust, he hit a spot inside of her that made her feel better than she knew was even possible; it was like bolt of pure, pleasureful lightning with each smack against her. She writhed and moaned beneath him, eyes shut. He pulled back briefly and grabbed her legs, pushing them towards her head so that she was effectively folded in half, and started thrusting again. Somehow, this was deeper; she didn't know how much longer she could handle it.
She felt her tits bouncing as he fucked her, lewd plaps, grunts, and the sounds of sex all she could hear. The couch was creaking from the force he was screwing her with. She was so close and she tried to clench her walls around him, to bring him closer, too, and drain him of all she could. She tried to reach a hand down to rub her clit, but he stopped her, using a hand to grab her wrist and hold it above her head.
"Please," She whined, and Blueblood listened; his hand moved and he went to play with her clit himself, rubbing rough circles as he thrusted into her with all he had. Her orgasm had already been close, but she could have sworn she blacked out and saw stars as she came this time, crying out louder than ever; as she finished, she felt his cock throb twice and then a gush of warmth fill her pussy, his own pants and moans almost overpowering hers. She laid limp for a minute, his cock beginning to soften inside of her, both of them breathing heavy as their heart-rates calmed.
After a moment he pulled out. "That.. that was amazing." He breathed out. Cum gushed forth from her but she made no move yet, still reeling from the best orgasm of her life. He continued, "So this may be a little late, but... mind if I take you out to dinner sometime?"
"Sure," She said, half delirious. The room absolutely stank of sex; they stayed there together for a minute, enjoying the silence and the peace.
That is, until a letter materialized at Cadance's face.
She furrowed her brows. Celestia never sent her letters. Blueblood glanced at it curiously. With a pit in her stomach, she unfurled the letter, eyes scanning the text, and groaned.
"We're busted." She sighed. "She wants to talk to me tomorrow morning." Before Blueblood could panic, she continued, "Oh, I think we'll be fine. Just an awkward conversation. She can't tell me what to do."
"She... kind of can, actually." He said, and she couldn't tell if the sweat on him was from their previous session or nerves.
"Well, whatever. That's for tomorrow morning. In the meantime..." She finally sat up, brushing a few stray hairs out of her face. "Do you want to shower and maybe go for round two in my room?"
She didn't even need to ask. Before the question was even out of her mouth, he was pulling on his pants and had tossed her dress over to her. She looked at him confusedly.
"What? We can't walk there naked." He explained.
She laughed.
Yes, snow days had to be her favorite.