No Sun Burned As Bright Or Loved As Well
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 turned her teats sensitive and hard to the touch.
Both cutiemarks had been squeezed, groped, and slapped. He had also spend a good deal more time than was necessary licking her. And yes, he had mounted her like the mighty predator that he was, using full, slow thrusts to force his cock in and out of her. But, as always happened, there was a moment of weakness that made the mighty human seem not so mighty.
A gasp, a shaky twitch of pleasure, hands gripping onto her flanks as if he were afraid that he was about to take off into the air. It was then she had him, though not without a fight.
That was another thing--among many-- that she enjoyed about this alien being. Intimacy was always a battle. There was no lying there and waiting until climax was achieved.
Celestia kissed her lover's cheek, savoring the taste of his salty sweat. He twitched at the contact, muscles in his stomach and neck bulging as the bed's rocking picked up.
His eyes focused, settling on her face. She smiled at him, planting a loving kiss on his lips. His hips jerked, forcing every inch of his cock inside of her.
And what a wonderful cock it was. Nothing like a stallions. Those long, thick appendages that battered the inside of a mare.
It was much thinner, and it's tip more suited for penetration. This was a member that one didn't have to brace for. Every inch was felt, and every inch could be attacked with the full might of vaginal strength and sexual prowess.
Celestia let out a groan, tossing her head as she rode her human fast and hard. She could feel him twitching inside of her regularly now. His breathing was shallow and quick, and his chest was beginning to grow flush.
Her stomach tightened in excitement. She used a millennia of tricks to shave away at what little stamina that he had left. He hated when she did this, tried to make him finish before her. He wanted to make her feel good, wanted to make her cum, but the face that he made, that unfocused, almost pained look as she forced him to unload everything inside of her was far more gratifying than a silly orgasm.
It made her feel proud, sexy. A quieter, more arrogant side felt proud and boastful.
That side was the part of her that knew that the human under her would never lose interest. He'd never pick a different mare, or show any interest in herding.
Luna would never feel his embrace as she did. Twilight would get nothing more than a friendly pat on the head. If a human female would proposition him, she'd be laughed at.
Because he was HER'S.
Nopony else could make him feel like she did. Nopony would make his cock twitch with a few licks, or taste feel his seed as it plastered her face. No other mare would know what it feels like to stroke his length with her wings, or her hooves, or feel it buried deep in her ass. Because he KNEW that there was no pony better than the one riding him at that very moment.
Fingertips dug into her coat almost painfully. Her lover's hips jerked and she could hear his legs dragging against the bedsheet. Then she felt it; that wonderful, fulfilling spurt of cum firing into her.
Even now her human didn't moan or scream in ecstasy. He twitched and jerked, his eyes shut tightly as he bit his bottom lip.
A low, throaty groan escaped Celestia's throat. She continued to ride him, feeling her own end drawing near as she did her best to wring out every bit of cum inside of him. Her mane bounced against her shoulders, her wings extended.
All troubles were forgotten. All hopes and dreams and duties washed away.
There was just her, him, sweat, and that wonderful heat.
With one last slap, Celestia settled herself onto her lover's lap, letting out a sigh as her orgasm washed over her. Her marehood tightened around the cock inside of her over and over again, coating her human's groin in such a way that he'd smell like her for the rest of the week. This thought only heightened her orgasm as she grinded herself against his lap.
Her human, let out a whimper from underneath her. She could probably get another few orgasms out of him if she so desired, just keep him hard and ride him until he was completely senseless.
Celestia bounced a few times in his lap, thinking over the idea. But then, with a sigh, she flopped herself on top of him, muzzle pressed into the nape of his neck and her wing tips touching the floor on either side of the bed.
Her human let out a shaky sigh, reaching up to play with her mane. She responded by wiggling on top of him, his cock still buried inside of her.
Maybe another day.
For now, rest.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
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Raven was talking.
It was important; new regulations, meetings, the odd business opening or two. Celestia listened as best as she could. Luna was half asleep, her head resting on the top of the stack of pancakes sitting in front of her.
A yawn escaped Celestia's throat. Last night's activities had left her a bit more tired than she would have liked. She could feel a pleasant ache in her lower body with each breath that she took. That alone kept the smile on her face as she ate her bowl of oatmeal.
Raven's report on a horseshoe store ceased for a moment. She looked away from the royal highnesses toward the door.
A sound filled the quiet air. A sound almost totally unique to this castle.
It wasn't the clip-clop of hooves or the scrape of claws on marble. It was a dull, fleshy noise. A pitter-patter; so silent that one needed to strain to hear it. Once, Celestia had heard one of her guards comment that it was probably the closest sound that death made as it walked.
The princess's smile widened. Looking over her shoulder, she saw her human. He was barefoot, wearing a loose-fitting shirt and a pair of pajama pants. His hair was messy and his eyes were nearly closed as he made his way toward the table. With some pride, Celestia also noticed that his gaunt was a little stiff.
Raven bowed her head and uttered a greeting. Her human let out a barely audible grunt in return, making his way toward the empty seat at the table.
Celestia found herself shaking her head at the sight.
What a silly creature...
She extended a wing, grabbing his wrist. Her lover twitched in startlement, and his eyes widened noticeably. She paid it no mind, gently but firmly guiding him toward her.
With a spell she was able to push her seat up. With another her glass of orange juice was refilled. Her human mumbled and grumbled, but even so allowed himself to be seated in her chair.
Humming, Celestia pressed him against her. Both hooves wrapped around his middle, her tail snaked around one of his legs. She nuzzled the top of his head, breathing deeply.
She could smell sweat, the shampoo that he had used the night before, and the smell of iron. But there was another smell, pungent and delightfully powerful. So powerful that from across the room Raven's nose scrunched up at its scent. It was this same scent that clung to every inch of her human. His face, his chest, his hands, every inch below his waist.
Celestia laughed to herself, closing her eyes as she breathed deeply. Both of her wings wrapped around her lover, pinning him in place. He let out an irritated noise, trying to reach for the glass of juice.
Kissing the back of his neck, the alicorn used her magic to lift it toward his lips. She whispered something onto his ear. He looked back at her for a moment, rolling his eyes and placing a hand on her hooves to give it an affectionate pat. Across the table, Luna let out a princess-like snort, nuzzling her cheek against the top of her pancake.
