Peace at Last Side Stories: The Prince and the Queens-Book I-Ambrosia

WARNING: The following chapter contains intimate details of changeling mating habits. It is possible to skip this chapter without disrupting the flow of the story. I'm serious. If this will make you uncomfortable, you can just not read it and move on to the next chapter. If you read it anyway, don't say I didn't warn you. I mean, the "Mature" and "Sex" tags are there for a reason. Still here? Alright. I warned you.

Stag's wings vibrated in arousal as he advanced towards the bed. No words were spoken after Double's invitation. The two preferred to let their actions speak for them in this sort of situation.

Double slipped off her outfit, serving to get the stallion excited even further. Stag climbed into the bed, and Double gently rolled onto her back. Tonight she was letting Stag be the active lover, letting him work her over.

The two had been together long enough to know each other's weak points, and they made the foreplay just as enjoyable as the actual sex.

It began with a passionate kiss, tongues entwining in a dance, before their lips parted. Stag focused on her ears, lightly blowing in them, making her shudder, before gently nibbling, causing Double to moan lightly.

It was then that Stag began lightly kissing her, slowly moving down her body before reaching her teats, tucked between her back legs. Smirking, Stag began to tease one with his tongue before suckling. Double moaned louder.

Milk finally reached Stag's lips. Double was by no means an active milk mare, but her body did occasionally make it outside of those times when she was pregnant. While not as sweet as the substance she made when she was nursing a foal, it was still wonderful to Stag's taste buds, creamy and warm.

Finally, Stag finished, moving to Double's marehood. He teased her clit, briefly caressing it with his tongue and making her moan louder than ever, before shoving his muzzle in, inhaling her scent, tongue working furiously, licking and tasting the salty folds. He was unrelenting, and it wasn't long before Double released. Stag withdrew, his wife's fluids dripping from his face. He smiled devilishly and, deciding Double should do some of the work, leaned back and presented his stallionhood.

Double stared at the hard shaft, an expression of lust in her eyes. Fairly good-sized, mostly black, with a few lighter-colored spots, and a small bead of precum at the tip.

Double gently began stroking it, making Stag shudder, before slowly licking up its length. Now Stag was moaning, which only got louder as Double teased the tip before taking it in her mouth and bobbing her head. Stag bit his lip to silence his sounds of passion as he felt his member slide down Double's throat, going deeper each time. As Double continued, she used her tongue to apply pressure to the underside of the organ. When she finally reached the base, her tongue flicked out to caress his testes before retreating again.

Double continued this process for several minutes before she decided he'd had enough. Deepthroating his spear a final time, her throat contracted and she moaned, vibrating the organ.

Stag moaned loudly, and Double felt as his shaft began pumping his seed into her stomach. When he finished, she slowly withdrew, taking time to clean it with her tongue. Once it was out, still ready, she presented her plot, and lifted her tail. Stag recovered quickly, caressing her flanks before mounting. Double gasped as he slid into her, quickly giving way to the sounds of both changelings moaning in pleasure.

Stag was slow at first, but began picking up speed, thrusting harder and deeper into the mare. Normally, he could go like this for a surprising length of time, as could Double, but both were beyond themselves with both lust and love. The scent of their lovemaking filled the room, and with a final, powerful thrust, they both went over the edge, screaming loudly as they found release.

Stag withdrew his member, coated in his and Double's fluids, and it slowly retracted back into its sheathe. Both changelings were panting and sweating.

Cuddling up to each other, they fell into a gentle sleep.