'Twas the Night Before Hearth's Warming

It was just him, his love's plot, and mistletoe in the air high above them. John gazed upwards as thick drops of wetness slid down along Luna's marehood. Himself, he felt a constant pulsing between his legs as his hands gripped her hooves to his sides. Her slippery slit featured such a pretty looking pinkness inside-- the entrance to paradise.

“Oh, my God,” John groaned, burying his body further into the comforter beneath him. Despite everything that he had just done, his senses still made him freeze, mind unable to put it all really together for a moment.

“Oh, your Goddess,” Luna replied, pressure her body even closer so. He just gazed up at her brilliant figure, with the teenager wanting to just pop straight through the cotton downstairs. “And now… you know what I want?”

“I will give anything to serve you, my Goddess,” he said back, moving his hands along Luna’s hooves over so that they pressed upon her cutie marks, “I am your servant, now and forever, to you, the great being of the night.”

And she, without hesitating for even a second, shoved her plot right onto his face. Lips pressed hard against his love's dripping slit, he took in her amazing scents, so much emotion in the air. His fingers gripped her cutie marks, digging into her fur, as his lips slipped up and down, tongue going out.

Lapping up her marehood, shivers of pleasure rippled across John's skin. The princess cried out as well, slipping her plot along upon his face in turn to his licks. Unable to hold back in the slightest, John finally thrust his tongue forwards pushed it as far into her marehood as he could go, tasting her wonderful flesh. Slurping, kissing, and more went on for what felt like forever.

In between squeaks and screams of joy, the Princess eventually managed to grip John's shorts with her mouth and rip them down. His boxers were no less unable to resist her lust. Finally slipping her lips along the tip of John's bare manhood, the two of them buckled violently, hardly able to keep it together.

"Wait, wait!" Luna suddenly yelled out. She slipped her plot upwards as she pushed her head down. John started forwards as she looked along the bottom side of her body over to him, still lying below her, with her marehood's juices dripping across his face. Before they could say anything else, John's thing, then rubbing against his love's cheek, squirted out a thick sputter of pre-cum.

"My Goddess..." the teenager murmured, breathing so heavily.

"I want you to climax," she replied, cheeks becoming even rosier than before, "inside of one place and one place only."

"Oh, Goddess!"

She rolled over to his right, going onto her back, while pulling him over as well. He tumbled to the side and pressed his whole body against her, then with his hands, arms, legs, and feet on top of her hooves and his face inches above hers. They both could barely think, just groaning in anticipation. As his hard manhood slipped against her thighs, he pushed forwards and passionately kissed her. Shifting her head side to side a bit, the moment couldn't have possibly felt more right.

Still, she broke the kiss, motioning downwards with her beautiful eyes. John's fingers instinctively gripped her hooftips. The delicious contrast of human flesh upon equine fur somehow felt more incredible than ever.

And she took him inside of her. Rubbing his face against Luna's neckline and shooting out a torrent of weak moans, John's manhood pushed into her slippery slit. The wetness and sheer magic of it all hit him so quickly. The mere word 'pleasure' couldn't come anywhere close from how perfect it seemed as he slid his manhood in and out of his love.

Sensing her kissing along his cheeks and his neckline as well, John managed to move a shade faster. Still, beginning to gasp for breath, the overwhelming nature of it all made him just seconds away from a climax. She could feel it too, wings coming up from her sides and patting his body against hers.

"My Goddess!" John burst out, tingling sensations following through his body, "I can't-- I just-- I'm going to pop! I can't last at all!"

"Do it," she moaned back, now pushing him against her with strong force using her massive wings as they both dripped sweat onto each other, "make me more than a dream to you!"

"Luna!" John cried out. They both shivered immensely, sweat now just pouring off of them like dual waterfalls. He popped his head to the right and took her neckline into his mouth as everything seemed to turn white.

Burst after burst of warm male love juice erupted out of John’s manhood, his body shivering with sheer pleasure from the ends of his toes to the top of his head. The Princess cooed so sweetly, her wings gripping his nude flesh even tighter, as John’s mouth kept on suckling the Princess’ neck. For this instant, John had entered a whole new world. The joy that rippled across his sides brought him into something he could barely begin to understand.

Yet the sensations did, eventually, come to an end. The two of them, human love and equine love together during that wonderful holiday, found themselves crumpled against each other with the thick comforter all messed up beneath them. Knowing that it was my seed, my love juices, that made her pretty fur all along her thighs so wet and sticky now... that I'd marked her as my special somepony... His face seemed locked in a permanent smile from cheek to cheek.

They both gazed upwards at the mistletoe high above them. John's eyes also migrated over to the amazing array of holiday-related decorations, from the ancient-looking wooden nutcracker atop a bookshelf to the flashing rainbow of lights above the door to the rest of the pretty room. His fingers slid gently up and down across Luna's chest as well.

"Happy Hearth's Warming Eve," the Princess whispered, shifting a wing upon his chest. He closed his eyes and let out a happy sigh in response.

To Be Continued...