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The Everlasting, Everloving Sun
Love is a strange thing, both equally wondrous and terrifying. During a night of passion with her "stallion" Celestia savors all of the emotions, thoughts, and experiences that it brings.
The bed creaked. The sounds of bodies sliding against each other filled the air.
Celestia leaned back, a hum escaping her throat as she felt the cock inside of her hilt. She held the position, closing her eyes to properly enjoy the smell of sex and sweat, the feeling of her lover's hands helplessly pawing at her rump, the musky hotness of the room.
The alicorn grinded her hips in lazy circles. The cock inside of her twitched.
A grunt could be heard as the hands tightened around her flank, causing her to smile to herself. She lifted her hips, raising herself from that cock, allowing half of it's length to withdraw from her before it felt unnatural and she let herself fall down. A satisfyingly wet, meaty slap filled the air as her rump connected with his lap.
The grunt came again, this time from the chest instead of the throat.
Her human squirmed gently from underneath her, his legs brushing against her ever-moving tail. A part of her felt a little disappointed that her lover rarely moaned aloud. She did enjoy the sound so, even though he found it oh so embarrassing.
Time and again he insisted that such sounds weren't supposed to be made by his kind's stallions. At length the two of them had spoken about sex, in fact, and it had amused Celestia to absolutely no end.
Breathing through her nose, she opened her eyes, shifting her weight forward. The cock inside of her twitched again, its mushroom head ballooning, though she paid it no mind, leaning down until she was muzzle-to-nose with her lover.
His face was flush and his eyes were half-lidded. To her delight, he also looked like he had just sucked on a particularly sour lemon. Grinning, she raised and lowered herself in rapid succession. His face scrunched up more and more each time she forced him to hilt her, lips drawing back to reveal teeth.
Such a willful stallion. Aggressive, uncompromising, even on occasion loud and as stubborn as any being that she had ever met. More than once she had seen him try to pick a fight with dragons, yet here he laid under her like some blushing colt.
A shiver ran up the length of Celestia's spine as a twinkle of pleasure made her back arch.
Oh, he had tried his dominance. Carried her to this very bed, thrown her onto it and began kissing and nipping at her coat. That delightful little tongue of his had...
The bed creaked. The sounds of bodies sliding against each other filled the air.
Celestia leaned back, a hum escaping her throat as she felt the cock inside of her hilt. She held the position, closing her eyes to properly enjoy the smell of sex and sweat, the feeling of her lover's hands helplessly pawing at her rump, the musky hotness of the room.
The alicorn grinded her hips in lazy circles. The cock inside of her twitched.
A grunt could be heard as the hands tightened around her flank, causing her to smile to herself. She lifted her hips, raising herself from that cock, allowing half of it's length to withdraw from her before it felt unnatural and she let herself fall down. A satisfyingly wet, meaty slap filled the air as her rump connected with his lap.
The grunt came again, this time from the chest instead of the throat.
Her human squirmed gently from underneath her, his legs brushing against her ever-moving tail. A part of her felt a little disappointed that her lover rarely moaned aloud. She did enjoy the sound so, even though he found it oh so embarrassing.
Time and again he insisted that such sounds weren't supposed to be made by his kind's stallions. At length the two of them had spoken about sex, in fact, and it had amused Celestia to absolutely no end.
Breathing through her nose, she opened her eyes, shifting her weight forward. The cock inside of her twitched again, its mushroom head ballooning, though she paid it no mind, leaning down until she was muzzle-to-nose with her lover.
His face was flush and his eyes were half-lidded. To her delight, he also looked like he had just sucked on a particularly sour lemon. Grinning, she raised and lowered herself in rapid succession. His face scrunched up more and more each time she forced him to hilt her, lips drawing back to reveal teeth.
Such a willful stallion. Aggressive, uncompromising, even on occasion loud and as stubborn as any being that she had ever met. More than once she had seen him try to pick a fight with dragons, yet here he laid under her like some blushing colt.
A shiver ran up the length of Celestia's spine as a twinkle of pleasure made her back arch.
Oh, he had tried his dominance. Carried her to this very bed, thrown her onto it and began kissing and nipping at her coat. That delightful little tongue of his had...
