Squall zipped out of the room and was gone in the next instant. I took my time as I headed up the stairs, Ibal following quietly behind me.

Our lovemaking hadn’t always been this… combative. I wouldn’t say it had ever been tender, but things had escalated over the years. It seemed like a natural progression; we were both very competitive, and we both had the same goal: make the other beg first.

There were unspoken rules, of course. You couldn’t just stop — that wouldn’t be fun. It also wasn’t a game of Uncle, but pain could be fun when used right. Aside from that, pretty much everything was fair game. Sneak attacks were frequent on both sides, so I listened closely for the whisper of wings through the air.

I heard nothing as I approached the door, which was pulled mostly closed. With a burst of magic, I pushed it open and saw my wife. She had draped herself over the bed but left her hind legs on the floor, and she had her tail grasped in her teeth, fully exposing her slit and her asshole to me. She gave me a smouldering look and beckoned with a wing.

I felt myself grow instantly hard, and I swallowed. Celestia’s sun-kissed flanks, she could be cruel when she wanted to.

Her eyes flicked to the side as Ibal came into the room and stood by the door, then she looked back at me and opened her mouth. I closed it for her with my telekinesis. This was starting on unbalanced enough terms as is, and I was going to have to change that.

“No, no, Squall, you don’t get to use your mouth for anything other than sucking my cock,” I said, stalking towards her.

I stopped behind her and ran my gaze up her inner thigh and over her lower lips until it rested on her anus. Cadence’s cooch, I wanted to take her in the ass right now. But that wasn’t how the game was played.

I buffed a hoof on my chest, warming it, before I hovered it above her slit. “You want me to rub you off. I can tell.” I pulled my hoof back and licked it. Reaching back down, I said, “Too bad that’s not what’s going to happen.”

With my foreleg between Squall’s hind legs, I reached up and fondled one of her teats with the frog of my hoof. She did a good job of hiding the shake that went through her rump, but I felt it, touching her as I was. I occasionally let my cannon brush against her lips, just making contact, never with enough pressure to be truly effective.

As I slowly transitioned to using the rougher nail of my hoof, her wings started to twitch at her sides, feathers splaying apart without her bidding. She shot me a glare that said it was about to be my turn, and I briefly wondered what she had in store for me.

Then one of her long wings blocked my vision as the bopped my horn with the tip of her margin, and I shook my head as my magical grip shattered. A single flap of her wings propelled her off the bed and over me, and she let herself fall onto my back.

Big as she is, Squall didn’t fit neatly over me — my knees buckled for a moment, but only that. The next second, she hooked her forelegs under mine and lifted up, bringing us about a hoof’s length off the floor. My eyes widened as she pushed us into the side of the bed with a flap from her powerful wings.

As she ground her hips against my rump, I quickly realized that she was making me hump the bed. For the first time, I regretted springing for silk sheets. With her added weight, it felt damn good rubbing against my penis.

Then, she kissed the back of my horn, and I started to get a bit worried. My wife loved to give oral, and as good as a horn job felt, getting off on one wasn’t possible. But I stopped thinking for a while when her lips settled over my horn and took its entire length. When she started running her skilled tongue over the ridges, I mentally cursed. She damn well knew that the valleys were the more sensitive areas.

I pushed my head back then pulled my horn out of her mouth. Rolling over, I stared up at her, and an impromptu staring match started as I rubbed my shaft along her outer lips. I could stare into her beautiful red-orange eyes till the world ended. Time passed in carefully measured strokes, three seconds forward, three back. After only three, she had to blink, and I smiled — victory was sweet.

Sweeter still was the way she started winking open around my cock. Her wetness moistened my shaft, and I raised my head to nip her collarbone. Squall hissed in a breath that turned into a groan, letting me know I was definitely on the right track. I grazed my lips across her chest then bit down on the other side. Feeling her flesh sliding over bone was an interesting sensation, one that only intensified as her forelegs began trembling.

Squall looped her forelegs behind my head and reared up with a push from her wings. I found myself crushed against her barrel, my hind hooves barely reaching the floor. I knew she found it hilarious to do this to me, and she started to giggle as she went for my horn again.

This wouldn’t do at all. With a burst of magic to the back of her hooves, we toppled over, and I landed atop her. Squall’s breath rushed out, but I didn’t give her a second to get it back, pressing my lips to hers. Both her eyelids and wings fluttered as I stood above her. I had Squall in the lip-lock of her life. When I finally pulled back, she gasped for breath as her eyes slowly opened.

Then, she gave me a look that set my heart racing. I knew that look — it was the one that said, “I am going to fuck you absolutely senseless, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

One second, I was standing on all four hooves, and the next, she had pushed me up onto two, sending me stumbling backwards. As I bumped against the wall, Squall shot up and rushed me. Planting one of her forehooves on my barrel, she pinned me there in that horribly awkward and exposed position.

Damn it, she had me. Leaning forward, she brushed my balls with her velvety nose then licked up my shaft. As she lapped at the trickle of pre-cum on my glans, my penis bobbing of its own accord, I could only watch. Well… that wasn’t entirely true; her wings were in reach, so I started massaging them where the hair ended and the down feathers began. It was a particularly sensitive area on a pegasus’ wings.

Her wings started trembling, shivers running their length, and she looked up at me. “Two can play that game.”

Instant deepthroat. I tossed my head back and did everything I could not to moan, and I succeeded… mostly. Twenty-some-odd years’ experience made her far too good at that. I did my best to fight back, bathing her wings in my aura, blue covering grey. It tingled against my hooves as I ran them over the leading edge of her wings.

It must have felt good, because Squall started humming, her throat vibrating around my cock. After a few moments, I realized something — she was actually humming a song. I don’t know how or why, but Celestia damn, that was hot. My hips started to rock, and she put her other forehoof up to my inner thigh, pinning me further. I was quite glad for her pegasus magic right then. Without it, I would be in a lot of pain.

She pulled herself off my penis with a wet slurping sound, and a glob of saliva slid down to her chin. I was filled with the overwhelming desire to lick it off, but I bit my tongue.

“You want me, don’t you, Guiding? I can feel it in the way your dick throbs. I can taste it oozing from you. Just say I win, and you can have it all.” She placed a hoof on the tip of my cock and started rubbing it in a small circle.

I grunted. “Never!”

She sighed, stopped rubbing me off, and stomped her forehooves next to my head. “Well then, we’re going to do this the hard way. I am so very glad you chose this. Hang on!”

Squall’s wings flared out, and in my magic, I felt her magic shift dramatically, building to something. Whatever she was doing, it was new. I could almost get off to that alone.

“Oh Celestia, yes.” Damn it, I hadn’t meant for that to be out loud.

She grinned wickedly and licked her lips. “I win. Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.”

I couldn’t think of any reaction other than holding on tight to her neck as she lifted both hind hooves from the floor and placed them on the wall then started walking up it. Had she taught herself that while I’d been out?

As we made it to the ceiling, I found myself on top once again, my legs dangling over her sides. This time, it didn’t look like she was going to try pushing me off, though. I just had to find the perfect opportunity to take my revenge.

I pushed myself up with my forelegs, resting my hooves on the bases of her wings.

She glared at me and hooked a hoof behind my head. “Don’t you dare, mister. You get down here and let me felate your horn now.”

I hesitated. I sure as Tartarus wanted it, but so did she…

Squall made my decision for me by pulling my head down, and I fell back onto her. I think we lifted off the ceiling a bit then fell back up to it, but then it stopped mattering to me because my wife was tracing the tip of her tongue down the groove in my horn.

Trying not to move my head, I shifted around and lined up my penis and her vagina. Making sure to grind against her nipples as much as possible, I pulled myself forward and into her, hilting on the first stroke. I heard Squall’s sharp inhale as I took her, and I loved it. I rocked back and forth, thrusting into the soft, warm confines of my wife, and planted a few kisses on her neck and chest.

Her breath quickened as I filled her and told her how much I loved her. I showered her with compliments about her powerful wings, her long, gorgeous legs, and her cute freckles. Then I moved for the kill, telling her how I loved the way she felt around my shaft, how I wanted to spill my seed in her, how I wanted her to climax hard with me. I knew she was close; I could feel it and hear it and smell it in the air. I was too — my balls were tightening up.

I thrust deep into her once more then quickly pulled out, and she tensed, tossing her head and biting back a cry. Just like I wanted. Shifting back and down, I leveled myself to her ass and shoved in.

Squall screamed and shuddered, her wings flaring out, and a gush of her juices flowed down around my shaft. She went limp, and my eyes went wide as we started to fall. With a squeaky thump, we landed on the bed, and the shock sent me tumbling over the edge of restraint. I yelled as my loins clenched, streams of semen spurting into her. I rode the wave of my climax, thrusting again and again with each spurt until I was spent.

I slowly pulled out, easing my penis from her ass till just the head remained inside, then, sighing, I came free.

Instinctually, we both rolled to our sides, and Squall put a wing over me as we lay together.

“Tie?” I asked.

“Tie.”

Our lips met, and we kissed for a while. I ran my hooves through her mane and over her ears as my breath slowed. She was so damn beautiful with her mussed mane and that half-lidded gaze. As she bit her lip, I felt movement.

“Are you actually hoofing yourself off?”

She shrugged and continued. “I’m still horny.”

Sweet Princess of Love, so was I — especially with how she said it, just absolutely no shame. I needed her so much.

“I am going to mount you so hard that you won’t be able to walk.”

“Oh, you’d better make me need to fly. If you don’t put out the fire in me with a torrent of your jizz, I’m going to have to find another stallion.”

The fact that she knew a lot of sailors ran through my mind as we both climbed off the bed. She stood facing away from me and hiked her tail up to the side before looking back to me. “You, fuck the shit out of me. Now.”

Celestia, I could see my sperm leaking from her anus, and I could smell the scents of sex and sweat in the air. There was nothing that could stop me from mounting her. I threw myself onto her broad back and plunged into her ass. She clenched around me and then started pushing herself back along my shaft, a low moan coming from her.

I grunted as I bottomed out, and my balls slapped wetly against her labia, still slick from her fluids. I rocked back and forth with tiny motions as she struggled to keep herself tight, legs trembling from exertion. A nip to Squall’s wing made her gasp and unclench, allowing me to slide back and start the whole delicious process over.

That shock, the tremor that raced through her when I nipped her ears, her neck, her wings — I could get off to that, had a few times, actually. As I rutted her hard from behind, I bit down on her left ear and didn’t let go, pulling her head back. She growled low in her throat — I’ve never heard a sexier sound — and shoved her hips back. This time was my turn to gasp.

She leaned forward, and I felt her hoof brush my balls as she started rubbing herself off. I picked up my pace, thrusting into her faster. I let her have it rough and dirty.

She tossed her head back, and I saw a trail of drool running down her chin. I cupped her head in my magic and brought her lips to mine, kissing her hungerly. Our tongues wrestled back and forth between our mouths, sliding over one another as smoothly as the anal was rough.

We broke apart for air, chests heaving with each breath. Celestia, I could feel each breath as a subtle weight on my throbbing dick. I groaned as I tried to hold myself back. I couldn’t think — lust and feral need drove my every action. Our hips crashed together as we both lost to our base desires, moans filling the air.

I felt Squall’s hoof, slick with a new rush of her juices, grasp my balls, and she called out my name, sending me tumbling over the edge. Burying myself deep inside my wife’s ass, I spread my hot load all over her insides as I groaned to the sky. Each pulse spread another shot of ejaculate across her innards until I had nothing left in me.

My heart pounded as I pulled back out of her, the reek of sex permeating the room. I breathed deeply of it as Squall turned around and raised her sopping hoof to my cheek, holding me for a kiss. It was a good thing, too; we were both wobbling where we stood.

We both looked at the bed then back to one another. I don’t think I remembered it ever looking quite so high. We shared a laugh then collapsed together on the floor. We laid our heads on one another’s flanks and closed our eyes. Luna, I was going to be sore tomorrow. Tartarus, I was already sore.

From across the room, a voice said, “The hive is… very thankful for your generosity. Ibal will go now.”

Had she been there that whole time? I’d completely forgotten. No matter, it made no difference.

“Love you, Squall dear.”

I didn’t get a response, just the slow rise and fall of her side. She was asleep.

I smiled and joined her.

Author's Note

Thanks to my editors: SaiKimura and Midnight Spark.

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