To Teach an Old Seadog New Tricks
All's Fair in Love and War
With a flash and a pop, my son — damn it, my daughter-in-law — disappeared. That had to be the hundredth time already that I’d made that mistake in my head. By this point, I didn’t even know why their minds switching bodies was a surprise, Celestia knows it made more sense than some of the other things that had happened over the years and was far less disturbing, too.
I crossed to the enchanted cabinet in the corner and opened it, trying to put the whole situation out of my mind; I had work to do.
The cabinet itself was brilliant; my son had made it for me as a Fathers’ Day present. It had also been a school project, but I knew the thought was definitely still there. He’d made it to replace my old one that could only manage a single scroll, and he’d made a lot of improvements. It was divided in half, the left for outgoing mail, with a slot for each ship in my fleet, and the right for incoming mail from them.
There were three messages on the right. I penned the first couple responses quickly; each was a simple matter, but the third required more thought.
“Updraft!”
Less than a minute later, the normally lanky blue pegasus appeared at my door. He looked a bit more filled out than usual; that usually happened when we came into port.
“Yes, Captain?”
“Crystal Empire, Draconia, steel production, fashion, C.S.G.U. enrollment.”
Updraft nodded at each item then flew off to the main office. He was the sort of pony I liked, always ready to help with anything, whether it be lifting heavy cargo, hoisting the mainsail, watching for storms, or just fetching the news.
He returned with a bag of periodicals, pamphlets, and papers. He smiled as he said, “There you go, Captain.”
At my nod, he left quietly, and I made a mental note to give him a raise for the next quarter. Being the stallion in charge has its benefits, and so does being a happy worker.
I fanned out all the material Updraft had brought me and scanned through it, searching for patterns, connections, anything that would let me figure out where I needed that ship to go. I had a hunch, but it was months old; I needed the newest information.
I smirked. That sounded like something Rising would say.
I shook my head and delved back in, running through steel production trends and trying to predict what was going to come into vogue soon. That wasn’t something I usually did, but if I was right…
Glancing at the information on Draconia, I found the section about the wyrm colony at its southern edge. Yes, they were going to shed this year, just like huge snakes — huge snakes with the most valuable skin in the hemisphere.
And they would trade it for a relatively inexpensive shipment of crystal from the Crystal Empire, where it literally grew on trees, Celestia knows how.
Regardless, I needed to know I could sell it once I got a fair amount. I certainly didn’t want to store it or have to insure it. The rates would be astronomical. Not even the crews truly knew the full extent of what they carried back. I kept cargo that valuable on a need-to-know basis.
No, better to just sell it all and let it be the buyer’s problem and minimize my risk.
Looking through the fashion magazines, I only saw one or two outspoken voices from around Canterlot raised against dragon scale dresses. Everypony else was caught on the novelty of real leather that didn’t require an animal’s death.
Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns used it for more practical uses, like to protect against errant fire spells.
Meanwhile, the steel industry loved it too. Really, anywhere that had to protect ponies from high temperature did, but they were the biggest consumer. They ran an ad campaign that said, “Protects from fire like magic!”
I rolled my eyes at the memory. That’s what the slogan used to be, at any rate. Rising had seen it and nearly blew up. “It’s not like magic,” he had yelled. “It is magic!” Then he loudly explained exactly how to everypony in earshot. He even wrote an angry letter to the company. Not more than a month later, the slogan changed to “Protects from fire with magic!”
I’m still convinced he pulled some strings with the Guild.
At any rate, steel production was still rising sharply, so it looked like I knew my play — I just had to check my maps.
A pony in a smaller company would have binders of maps, but I had this fantastic enchanted table, any unicorn cartographer’s wet dream come true.
I fed some magic into it, and it came alive, displaying the oceans in all their glory, complete with little moving streams to indicate currents and trade winds. With a thought, the sections of interest to me highlighted, and I watched as the next few months of projections played out. A few smiling sea serpents crossed the path in the first week, but the next, a whole mess of angry ones took up residence right in the middle of the lane.
“Damn.”
If they could skirt the edges of the nest, they could still make good time, but the risk…
I wrote out the final set of orders and authorized them taking on some extra muscle. A pegasus or unicorn mercenary or two should be able to keep the crew safe. When I placed the letter into the appropriate slot, it disappeared in a flash of blue light.
With that last bit of business out of the way, I exercised what was probably the best privilege of being in charge: I set my own hours and headed home.
As I walked back through the city, I passed The Sweet Tooth again and then stopped, turning back to look at the smiling molars on its windows.
Should I warn them? No, I shook my head. Rising and Aileris had used their bond for more complicated things than a signature; everything would be fine. But still, it had been a while since I had last visited, and I never had on my own. Besides, I still had plenty of time to get home.
As I entered the shop, I saw there were three partons sitting at a table and the proprietor, a light purple pegasus, who said, “Hello, mister Guiding Star! It has been some time, hasn’t it?”
“A few months, I think, Amara—” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that all three other patrons were sitting on their tails in exactly the way a pony wouldn’t.
“A few months, Ixil,” I said, reevaluating.
She sat back and tilted her head, crossing her forelegs over her barrel. “How are you so certain we are alone, I wonder.”
“Well,” I said, “you just confirmed it, but those three aren’t sitting right.”
She glanced at them and nodded, then a rapid series of shrieking trills and clicks that shouldn’t be possible for a pony to make came out of her mouth. The three shifted around to a more natural position as my ears unflattened.
“What did you say?”
Ixil frowned. “It doesn’t translate well into Equestrian, but something like, ‘Now, girls, what did I tell you about how you sit with your bottom pony parts? This outsider could tell what we are…’ The horror of that part doesn’t translate at all, by the way.”
She continued on. “Where was I? Ah. ‘But what if it had been an enemy?’”
I sat on the floor. “All that?”
“Yes, Equestrian is cumbersome. ‘Enemy’ and ‘outsider’ are only different from moderating inflection in Changeling.”
She looked outside then back to me. “I wonder why you are here alone. Do you actually want to buy some of our pastries? We could leave the mild aphrodisiacs out for you. Or” — she continued with a gleam in her eye — “do you want some with a higher dose?”
Aphrodisiacs? Was that really a part of their plan? That seemed desperate… and also understandable.
Still, she was waiting for my answer, and I suppose I would be a fool to turn down an opportunity to get the upper hoof on Squall — especially after seeing how she looked at me earlier. She was planning something for me.
Ixil smiled even before I could respond. Damn changeling ability to read emotions — it wasn’t fair at all.
“Yes, of course I do, and one without any in it. Smudge that one’s frosting. It’ll make her lose control quickly, correct?”
After a burst of noise to the back room, she turned back to me and said, “Yes, but she is a big mare. It will take some time to work.”
She looked away, wings flicking at her sides. She wanted to ask me something she didn’t think I’d like; I knew that look anywhere. Remembering what she looked like without her disguise, I found it almost funny that she could seem afraid of me or anything, really.
As the changeling from the back came out with a box, she turned to look at me. “I would ask for a favor. Let Ibal drink? She will only sip! The hive does not want to bite the hoof that feeds us, but the young…” She looked at the three sitting around the table. “They are not ready to go out and collect yet. They drain the hive for now.”
As far as I understood it, Ibal would have to be there… probably right outside the door if not in the room itself. But they needed help, and my wife would be absolutely furious if I didn’t do what I could. Tartarus, I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing I could have helped and hadn’t.
Squall must have really rubbed off on me.
Well, in a different way than she would later tonight.
“Alright, Ibal can come, but she has to lose the disguise. I won’t have her looking like that while she’s there,” I said, pointing to the apparently male body she wore. “That’s just not how I work.”
“Ibal can do this, yes yes. She will be very quiet,” Ixil said. “Please understand, I would not ask this normally. Skimming ponies on the street and who come to the shop is usually enough.”
“It’s alright. I understand, I think. You’ve never asked for anything like this before, so you must really be in some trouble.”
“My hive had to push the other changelings out of Baltimare, will have to keep them out too. The hive lost some changelings in the fight.”
Thinking back, I did recall a few disappearances being talked about in the papers recently. I guess I could stop wondering about them now.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” What else could I say?
“My hive will remember them because we are better than the other hives.” She paused for a moment. “We are better, yes yes.”
I nodded. “I have to agree with you. And I hope everything goes well for you.”
I really did. I’d always had a weakness for grand plans, especially ones with huge risks and rewards. Knowing you’d only succeeded through your wits, strength, and vision felt like nothing else.
Actually, it felt like exactly one other thing.
It was definitely time to head home. I inclined my head to Ixil, and she did the same to me. Picking up the box in her teeth, Ibal followed me out into the street. On the way, we passed the road to my son’s home, and I glanced over at it. It hadn’t burnt down, always a good sign.
Fifteen minutes’ walk later, we arrived, and I opened the door for Ibal. I figured that there was no reason why changelings wouldn’t also appreciate a little common courtesy. Also, I had finally gotten used to the fact that all changelings are girls even though they might look like stallions as this one did now.
As I followed her in, a wall of aromas hit me: onions, mushrooms, garlic, bay, and lentils. My nose twitched as I inhaled. Celestia, it smelled amazing; that stew had been, well, stewing since this morning. We ate incredibly well while ashore.
“Squall, I’m back!” I called out as I followed Ibal into the kitchen, her nose clearly having led her there.
She stood off to the side still holding the box in her teeth, and I motioned for her to put it on the counter. From upstairs, I heard a thump and the squeaking protestations of a wooden frame. Had Squall belly flopped onto our bed?
“And I brought back dessert and a guest!”
“Ooh!” A moment later, I heard the soft rustle of wings from the stairs, and then Squall Line appeared in the doorway.
Her green and black mane was rumpled, mouth turned up in a smirk, a gleam in her eyes, which were orange like the sky, but with just a hint of the red that’s either a sailor’s warning or delight. To me, they were one and the same. I’d like to see any stallion try to say that a mare can’t look good at forty-nine while my wife was in the room — mostly because it would be fun to watch her beat him to a pulp, but also because they’d clearly be lying. I certainly wasn’t drooling from the stew anymore.
“And who is this fine-looking stallion you’ve brought home, Guiding?”
I cleared my throat. “Dear, this is Ibal. Ibal, I’m sure you’ve heard of Squall Line.”
She nodded as green fire raced from her ears to her hooves, revealing the glossy black chitin of her real form.
“Well,” Squall said, “I would say to join us for supper, but I expect you’re already eating.”
“Just skimming, like the overspray of a river,” Ibal said, lowering her head.
While I set about doling the stew out for the two of us, my wife asked, “Ibal, why don’t you tell us about yourself while we eat? We don’t get many changelings who come over… at least I don’t think we do.”
As we started to eat, she told us a few basic details about herself. Very basic. I was reminded of what captured soldiers are supposed to give their captors. Though, her date of birth was interesting. Apparently a changeling matures a lot in about two-and-a-half years.
After about a minute of Ibal being silent, Squall poked her with a wing. “You’ve got to have interests, likes, friends, right?”
“Ibal is here for the hive to gather food, so that is what interests Ibal and what Ibal likes.”
I looked over at my wife. “I think she’s still… developing. Ixil certainly has more, well, personality.”
“This is Ibal’s first important task. Queen Ixil says that this will largely determine who Ibal becomes. Your emotions will shape Ibal. This is ‘growing up.’”
“Hmm…” Squall tapped her chin. “It looks like we’re going to be raising another foal.”
Seeing my wife’s glass was empty, I levitated it over to the sink and filled it for her then brought it back. She smiled at me like always. It’s amazing, sometimes, how much the simple manners any unicorn learns at a young age pay off. Nopony likes having to carry things around in their hooves if they can help it, so things like that are easy points for a unicorn.
Squall looked down into her empty bowl then back up to Ibal. “How was your meal?”
“Your love is like a river of honey; it is old and sweet and powerful. But it doesn’t throw off much of itself for Ibal. If Ibal took from it, the hive would be full already, but Ibal does not take. Ixil’s hive does not take. This was the appetizer. Ibal is waiting for the main course to bring back to the hive.”
“Well, that’s a poetic way of putting it,” Squall said.
Ibal shrugged, and I wondered what it was like behind those featureless eyes. Every pony imagines himself as another tribe at some point — Celestia knows I’ve had nights I wished I could fly with my wife — but the mentality of the changelings seemed so… alien.
I cleared that from my mind as I cleared away our bowls, placing them in the sink, and brought over my secret weapon. I opened the pastry box and glanced in. There were two eclairs inside, one of which had a smudge on its glaze. I levitated the other one to Squall, trying to keep from smiling.
She took it then, locking eyes with me, pressed it to her lips and slid it into her mouth. I felt mine suddenly go dry. Starting already? That was fighting dirty. But look who’s talking.
She bit off about half and offered me the rest. I froze. That wasn’t supposed to happen — she was huge and had the metabolism of, well, a pegasus; she always ate everything.
Somehow, she knew.
She swallowed and said, “Go on, Guiding. It’s good.”
I took a bite from it, hoping that it was small enough not to affect me too much. Then, she smirked at me and motioned with the rest of it. I tried to remain impassive as I took it from her and finished it off.
Well, that was just going to add to the challenge, I suppose. Already, Ibal was fading into the background of my mind. The mare in front of me thought she could win this battle of wills? Not if I had any say in it.
We both stood at the same time, then she leapt into the air just as I expected she would. Passing over the table, she pressed her lips against mine and drove me back a step. I responded by slipping my tongue between her lips and across her teeth. She didn’t want to give me an easy opening, it seemed. A quick poke to her chest made her gasp, and I pressed forward, driving her back through the air and my tongue into her mouth.
After a few moments of stalemate, we broke apart, Squall staring down at me with a smirk. “Upstairs?”
“Yes. Now.”
Author's Note
Thanks to my editors: SaiKimura and Midnight Spark.
To Teach an Old Seadog New Tricks
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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