Room For Rent

“Spitfire, we need to talk,” Lucky said seriously.

Spitfire whirled to face him, eyes wide, wings arching on reflex to defend herself. She was fresh from the arena, her tight blue flight-suit blackened at various points with soot and other detritus. “H-how the buck did you get in here?!”

Lucky arched an eyebrow, and then shrugged. “Just lucky, I guess.”

“What are you doing in here?!” Spitfire demanded, scowling and closing the door, casting her gaze left and right. “And where is my masseuse?!”

“I gave him the afternoon off,” Lucky said with a wave of a hoof.

“You ruined my massage?!” Spitfire almost snarled, eyes narrowing at him dangerously. “You are seriously becoming my least favorite landlord!”

“Calm down,” Lucky said, frowning at her deeply.

“What did you need to talk to me about?” Spitfire asked, frowning at him deeply, her eyes narrowing further. She seemed to pause, before blinking once, suddenly becoming much more demure. “You’re… you’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?”

“What gives you that idea?” Lucky asked blankly, blinking once.

“You came to me here at the HQ! You’re trying to make me not make a big scene about it!” Spitfire said, dancing anxiously in place.

“Wow you are bad at putting two and two together,” Lucky said with a shake of his head, making a motion with a hoof. “Come, sit,” he patted the bench next to himself.

Spitfire frowned, but took a few steps forwards, pulling herself up onto the bench. “So… what is it that you need to talk to me about, then? Oh Celestia you didn’t burn down the house, did you? Are you evicting me?”

“Are you always this nervous?” Lucky asked, scooting a little closer to her on the bench.

“Only when my coltfriend sneaks into my private locker room after a show to confront me with this super-serious bit about how we ‘need to talk’. That is code for ‘we’re breaking up’!” Spitfire said, scowling at him. “And you ruined my massage, so it has to be important!”

“Oh, it’s important,” Lucky said with a sage nod. “I’m cheating on you.”

Spitfire stared at him blankly. “You’re cheating on the captain of the Wonderbolts? With who?”

“This cute little mare I met. Kinda shy and quiet,” Lucky said, shifting closer to the dubious Spitfire, giving a wry smile that completely ruined the effect of his words.

“Let me guess, her name is ‘C.J.’?” Spitfire asked, arching an eyebrow.

Lucky blinked at that, recoiling slightly, before giving a confused chuckle. “Wow… way to steal my thunder.”

“Way to steal my massage,” Spitfire retorted, snorting once.

Lucky shifted closer to her again, turning to face her properly, leaning in to nudge his nose against her own.

Spitfire went cross-eyed for a moment, blinking once.

“Shut up, Spitfire,” Lucky said. Before Spitfire could speak the angry retort she was framing, Lucky pressed in to kiss her firmly. His lips found her own, pressing in lightly, silencing the mare.

Spitfire growled in the back of her throat, but allowed herself to be kissed, glowering at him for a moment before closing her eyes.

Lucky smiled at that, pressing even closer and then bumping against her side, nudging her over onto her side, and then even further, a hoof pushing her onto her back.

Frowning slightly, Spitfire splayed out on her back, her wings arching slightly for balance while Lucky straddled her.

Lucky grinned down at her, reaching down to her throat to nudge her chin upwards and then grasp the tab of her zipper between his teeth. Staring up at her all the while, he started to tug the zipper down, exposing soft yellow fur underneath the blue suit.

Spitfire stared at him, watching with wide eyes, cheeks warming under the fabric of the suit.

Smirking, Lucky dragged the zipper lower and lower, nose pushing down her form, teeth tugging at the tab across the smooth expanse of her stomach, letting the skin-tight suit fall open to reveal the supple furred flesh beneath. He nose pushed down down to the juncture of her thighs, where the zipper ended, right above the visible mound of her cunt. It was right there, framed perfectly by the blue flight suit, the fabric hugging right around the curves, defining each supple inch of her perfect plump pussy.

Spitfire watched him with narrowed eyes, her wingtips flicking in agitation, before she arched and cried out in surprise as Lucky released the zipper and pushed his nose right up between her thighs.

Lucky was only there for a moment, nudging up against the outline of that covered cunt, giving a heated kiss against it through the fabric, before crawling up her form again.

“You fucking tease!” Spitfire growled, before she was cut off by an aggressive kiss from the male. She allowed it, closing her eyes with a faint thrumming sound of delight in the back of her throat, slowly relaxing underneath him.

Smiling to himself, Lucky drew back from the kiss, nudging up against Spitfire’s chin again, hooves lifting to begin tugging and pulling at the flight suit, lifting the ‘hood’ up over her head.

Spitfire allowed her hood to be removed, and then arched slightly, tugging the suit from over her forehooves, and then giving her wings a stretch and flick, letting the suit drop over it, freeing her wings from it, so that it was now pooled down around her hips. She arched an eyebrow at Lucky questioningly.

Lucky smiled at her, leaning in for another kiss now that her head was free of the suit, his hooves lightly tugging at her sides and hips, to roll her over onto her stomach.

Rolling carefully over onto her stomach, Spitfire did as his hooves urged, before a wicked grin spread across her muzzle. She lifted her hips in a languid stretch, forehooves tugging at the flight suit to push it down over her rump. She arched her tail upwards, dragging it through the hole in the suit, but keeping the suit stretched taut across her rump, hiding herself from Lucky’s gaze.

With a soft snort, Lucky reached up with a hoof, grasping the centre of the suit, right over her hidden cunny, and tugging it downwards without any hesitation. The centre of Spitfire’s body was bared to him, that tight plothole, and the smooth, creamy-yellow lips of her supply, inviting cunny.

Spitfire clucked her tongue in annoyance as her teasing was so abruptly halted, becoming quite aware that Lucky was gazing in at her plump pussy quite raptly.

Smiling, Spitfire wiggled her rump, feeling Lucky’s hooves grasping at her. She gasped faintly as she was spread, the gentle pressure of his hooves tugging her open, spreading her soft yellow cunt to reveal the shiny pink interior. Her cheeks warmed, and she swallowed thickly, “L-like what you s—O-oh fuck!” She broke off into a squeak and whimper as Lucky leaned in without warning and dragged a lick of his thick, warm tongue right up against her exposed pinkness, swirling his tongue against her at the end of it to make her shudder and her knees goes weak.

“I do,” Lucky growled, crawling back up Spitfire’s form, forehooves wrapping around her middle as he mounted her, standing over her, letting her feel his warm chest and belly against her back.

Spitfire bit her bottom lip, staring up at him, even as he smirked and leaned down to kiss the top of her nose. Her hindlegs shifted apart slightly in reflex, and her wings arched, pressing up against his belly.

Smirking that damnable smirk, Lucky tiled down to draw the wonderbolt into another heated kiss, upside-down this time, his tongue pressing along her own.

Spitfire whimpered faintly, her hindlegs quivering a little bit further, her forehooves grasping at the bench tightly. His tongue tasted like her.

Purring, Lucky drew back from the kiss, before drawing back to nibble at the very tip of one of her ears. He dragged his teeth across the smooth yellow fur, before growling heatedly and tugging on it.

A low whine left Spitfire’s throat, and she arched underneath him, her hindlegs quivering and straightening, a trickle of her moisture tracing down over her clit and then further down over her lower stomach.

Lucky grinned, tightening his grip a little bit, putting more pressure on her ear, tugging at it firmly and giving her sides a tight squeeze, even as he ground his hips against her own suggestively.

Spitfire whimpered softly, arching her hips further and pressing them back against him wantonly, her wings quivering in anticipation.

“Good girl,” Lucky growled in her ear, one of his hindhooves pressing at Spitfire’s, urging her down onto her stomach.

Spitfire gave a bewildered stare up at him, slowly dropping her rump down onto the bench, folding her forehooves, giving a light tug at her head, with her ear still trapped between his teeth.

Lucky relinquished her ear, and instead leaned down to bite at the first joint of her wing, chewing over it sensually, with soft little bites and tugs, working right out towards the tip.

Spitfire bit her bottom lip, her cheeks warming, eyes drifting closed as she stifled a soft moan, giving a breathy exhalation through her nose.

Smiling, Lucky released her wing, settling his weight on her haunches, letting her feel his hips against her own, even as he pressed down powerfully on her shoulders and began to knead into the muscles of her wings.

A soft gasp left Spitfire’s quivering muzzle, and she collapsed under him almost immediately, just melting onto the bench as Lucky worked his hooves in a slow circular motion over the largest weight-bearing muscles of her wings.

“D-don’t s-stop…” Spitfire whimpered, her wings giving a weak quiver and flutter before falling flat.

“That’s not the last time you’ll be begging me not to stop,” Lucky murmured heatedly in one of her ears, giving a pointed grind against her rump with his hips, even as he kneaded more firmly in against her, working down the length of the sore, strained muscles.

Spitfire’s cheeks flushed darkly under the yellow fur, and her hips rolled on reflex as she bit her bottom lip. Lucky laughed at her reaction, shifting to push a hoof between her wings, rubbing lightly at her spine. The movement freed up his other hoof, which he immediately used to push her tail aside, and then press directly up against her drooling cunt.

Gasping in surprise, Spitfire arched, lifting from the bench slightly, only for Lucky to shove her back down with a lustful growl. He used his superior weight to hold her down, chest holding her down any time she tried to push upwards, even as he hoof pressed in against her more firmly, grinding up against her drooling twitching cunny.

“S-sneaking in h-here… holding me down while you fucking g-grope me…” Spitfire whimpered in between soft gasps and moans.

“You could ask me to stop,” Lucky said conversationally, even as he slipped his hoof down to grind in against her clit firmly.

Spitfire’s eyes widened, and she bit down on her tongue, her entire form spasming slightly, her wings giving a weak twitch against his chest as a thicker dribble of her liquids drooled down to make a mess of his hoof.

“You could tell me to stop,” Lucky growled, leaning in to bite at the base of her ear heatedly. “Could order me to stop,” he continued, punctuating his statement with a firm grind against her again.

Spitfire shuddered and arched, her wings fluttering and flapping futilely against his chest as her hindlegs stiffened and her stomach visibly convulsed as she came against his hoof.

“Are you cumming, Spitfire?” Lucky asked, giving a soft bite to the back of her ear, smirking and rubbing his hoof against her a little gentler.

“N-no…” Spitfire quavered, voice squeaking slightly, cheeks reddening even further.

“Really shouldn’t lie to me,” Lucky growled, nuzzling into the back of her neck, rubbing against her in languid strokes. “You can’t deny how much you like this…”

“S-stupid sexy f-fucking green pegasus,” Spitfire whimpered, biting her bottom lip, pushing her hips back against him wantonly.

“Such a needy mare,” Lucky growled in her ear, giving a more firm grind up against her with his hoof. Spitfire’s rump had lifted on reflex, and she was basically presenting to him, chest on the bench, hindlegs stiffened to arch her rump upwards. “Basically begging for me to fuck you…”

Spitfire dropped her rump immediately, looking away, her ears burning hotly.

Smirking, Lucky dropped his rump as well, laying over top of the mare once more, his hoof curling around her haunch, pressing along her belly and then up against her plump cunny again. Spitfire bucked against him in reflex, whining softly, hips pushing back against him urgently.

Growling, Lucky grasped her hips with his other hoof, and started to ‘hump’ against her, drawing back and then shoving forwards with a powerful motion, grinding his hoof against her soft cunny with the motion.

Spitfire shuddered all over, her entire form quivering lustfully as she tried to push against him, giving soft little helpless groan and whimpers. She gasped, and cried out in surprise and delight as he bit at her ear again, beginning to tug at it with each of his ‘thrusts’, his hoof quickly becoming saturated with her liquids.

“F-fuck!” Spitfire squealed, her hindlegs quivering and spreading a little bit further, urgently pushing back against him to try and get more stimulation, her wings flapping, stiff and unwieldy.

Lucky pulled back from biting her ear, dragging his tongue along the inside of it, before leaning in with a smirk. “Mine…” he growled possessively in her ear, even as he shifted his hoof down to rub in rapid, firm circles over her clit.

Spitfire’s cheeks burned, and she arched, crying out in delight as a hot gush of her liquids spilled from her again, a second round of her orgasmic liquids drooling from her clenching cunt. Already, her inner thighs were a mess of her own liquids, fur all sticky and moist.

Drawing backwards slowly, Lucky relinquished his hold on her, grinning and kissing between her ears, before dismounting entirely.

Spitfire remained in her exposed position, panting hard, trying to catch her breath, her eyes clenched closed and a steady drip of her liquids drooling down off her clit and onto the towels covering the bench. “O-oh f-fucking Celestia…” she whined, slowly lowering her rump to the bench.

Spitfire’s cheeks positively burned as Lucky drew her into another kiss, and she gave a soft shudder. When he pulled back, she rested her forehead against his own, panting softly. “You are some kind of crazed sex-demon,” she murmured, licking her lips and swallowing several times to try and wet her dry throat. “I haven’t orgasmed like that in… in forever.”

“I’m lucky to hit all the right spots,” Lucky said with a smug little smile.

“Not just that,” Spitfire growled, grasping his cheeks with both hooves and tugging him in for an urgent, breathless kiss. “The way you h-held me down…” she trailed off with a soft whimper of delight, her knees weakening slightly again. “If you weren’t algae-green no mare would be safe from you.”

“I do try,” Lucky responded with a smirk, tugging at one of her wings. “Now c’mon, we gotta get you cleaned up.”

Spitfire groaned, but nodded, lifting herself up on shaky hooves, staggering in the direction he indicated.

Hot water beat down around them both, steam filling the air, their manes and tails all slick with the shower water.

“How did you even get in here?” Spitfire asked, resting on her side as Lucky dragged a bar of soap languidly over her stomach and sides.

“I crept in here,” Lucky said with a sly little grin. “Lucky, remember?”

“Still!” Spitfire huffed, brow furrowing. “This is employee-access only.. I’m worried that some random fans might be waiting for me next time I’m done with a show.”

“I had to trick one of your guards to get in here, don’t worry,” Lucky reassured, kissing the side of her neck.

Spitfire harrumped, rolling slightly onto her back, hindlegs spreading as Lucky started to rub the bar of soap over her lower stomach and thighs. “And if you’re so bloody lucky, why was the most clingy, starstruck fan ever up in the top box with us instead of you?”

“I rigged it,” Lucky said, deadpan.

Spitfire blinked once, turning to face him properly. “What? Really?”

“Really,” Lucky said, wrinkling his nose. “I swapped my ticket out for that mares.”

Spitfire gave him a bemused stare. “But… wouldn’t it be more lucky for the ticket you swapped to be the winning one?”

“Like, she would have won if she didn’t swap her ticket with me?” Lucky asked, giving a faint chuckle.

“Yes,” Spitfire said, nodding once and pushing her hips towards him lightly as the soap was pressed down over her tailbase.

“I’ve actually had that happen to me once. It was infuriating,” Lucky admitted, trailing off for a moment, reminiscing. “It was a raffle for a miniature cloud-making machine. I got a ticket because I spent ‘x’ amount of bits at the store or whatever it was. I swapped my ticket with someone else, all sneaky-like, while they weren’t paying attention. And then I still won the damn raffle.”

“So? How did you manage to beat the raffle system then?” Spitfire asked, curious, grabbing his hoof and trying to push it down between her thighs.

Lucky smiled faintly, stroking his hoof along one of her cutie mark’s instead, ignoring her ‘hints’. “I waited until the tickets were already drawn and the result was being carried up to the box and then I swapped the tickets over.”

“But what if ‘luck’ knew that you would do that, and made the pre-swapped ticket the winner?” Spitfire asked, arching an eyebrow.

Lucky gave a smirk. “I already paid the ticketmaster to remove her ticket from the draw. So when I swapped it over, I couldn’t possibly get my ticket called.”

“All of that just to not win the raffle?” Spitfire asked blankly.

“All of that,” Lucky said with a tired smile. “Anyway, if I was up in the top box, I wouldn’t have been able to sneak down here and rock your world.” As he spoke, he shifted his hoof between her hindlegs, giving a slow rub up against her plump cunny.

Spitfire gave a breathy exhalation, hindlegs tightening around his hoof. “You should sneak in here more often…” she groaned, staring up at him with lidded eyes. “Though…”

“Though?” Lucky asked, giving a slow rub back and forth between her thighs.

“Oh, it’s not really… anything,” she said, biting her tongue nervously. “Just… you don’t really… you didn’t really use your tongue.”

“Who doesn’t love having a tongue between their hindlegs?” Lucky asked with a sly little grin, nudging at her inner thigh with his nose a moment, spreading the mare with his forehooves.

Spitfire gave a gasp of surprise as she was spread to his gaze again, and swallowing thickly. “You don’t have to if you don’t wa—o-oh f-fuck!” For the second time that evening, she was cut off by Lucky’s tongue against her. But this was no gentle lick, no testing exploration. This was a hungry lapping of her very core.

Lucky’s thick tongue ground right up against her soft, pliable outer lips, pushing between them to lap firmly at soft pink inner flesh, spreading her slightly with the powerful muscle.

Spitfire grasped at his mane with her hooves, trying to push him away and tug him against her more firmly at the same time, her hips grinding and pressing towards his muzzle insistently. “F-fuck y-yes!”

Spitfire paused as Lucky stopped, his tongue pushed right against her inner flesh, pressing her open. He stared at her over the smooth mound of her belly, dragging his tongue lightly up over her clit and then back into his muzzle, smirking at her. “I am going to make you cum so hard…”

Spitfire blinked, and flushed slightly. “I doubt it…” she said, her tone half-challenging, half-begging.

Lucky smiled up at her innocently, forehooves wrapping around her haunches, holding her firmly in place as he leaned down to close his lips over her clip and the entire upper portion of her firm, plump yellow pussy. A low groan left the mare, and she lightly rolled her hips against him, a hoof lifting to her muzzle to stifle her gasp as his tongue slipped out to give a slow grind against the base of her drooling cunt.

With a wicked smirk, Lucky withdrew his tongue, and started to suckle firmly over Spitfire’s clit, letting his tongue butt up against it slowly.

Spitfire arched with a delighted sigh, her hindlegs quivering, spreading a little bit, stomach convulsing and wings fluttering wetly.

Lucky paused there, smirking up at her, before pressing in further. He suckled her flesh into his muzzle, trapping her clit against his tongue and the upper part of his muzzle, his chin wedged in against the base of her soft cunt. And then he started to suckle at her again, but this time, he suckled powerfully, hungrily suckling at the pegasus’ sweet little clit, pausing only to feather her clit with urgent laps of his eager tongue.

Spitfire’s eyes widened, and then clenched closed, and she arched against him in surprise and delight, forehooves grasping around his head. “O-oh f-fuck s-stop!” she whimpered.

Lucky ignored her cries however, diving in with renewed vigor, tongue grinding and feathering at her clit in urgent presses and suckles. One of his forehooves lifted, pressing on her inner thigh to spread her slightly, even as his tongue dipped out to grind up the full length of her spasming cunt in an eager lap.

Spitfire screamed in delight, her entire form convulsing violently, grinding and bucking against Lucky’s muzzle in earnest, hooves grasping his ears and cheeks hard enough to almost cause damage, thighs squeezing around his head and wings flapping futilely, spraying water everywhere.

After several long seconds of euphoria, Spitfire came down, splatting out on her back, spread-eagled, completely uncaring of the water splashing down over her face, panting hard and giving low groans in between slight twitches.

Lucky smirked, crawling up her form, keeping the water was spraying directly across her face, leaning down to give her an innocent kiss. “Told you so.”

Spitfire gave a tired groan, completely relaxed and almost limp as she was lead towards the little bedroom off the locker room.

Lucky pressed her lightly into the bed, smiling and nudging her cheek with his own, kissing her nose. “You have a good sleep now, you hear?”

“I can’t feel my legs,” Spitfire complained, lifting a hoof to bat at his mane weakly. “I’m going to have to cancel training tomorrow morning because I don’t think I can walk unaided after that.”

“I did good, then,” Lucky said smugly, puffing out his chest.

“You did good,” Spitfire assured, before blinking once. “But… you…”

“It’s fine,” Lucky said with another warm smile, kissing her nose, and then kissing her properly. “I’ll take care of myself before I leave.”

“Nooo…” Spitfire whined into the kiss, brow furrowing deeply.

“This evening was about you,” Lucky said simply, nudging up against her, resting his forehead on her own. “I wanted to repay you for what you did at the waterfall. Think of this as my apology.”

“You’re going to get blueballed,” Spitfire protested weakly.

“No I’m not, I’m definitely going to go take care myself in a minute. In your shower, no less,” Lucky admitted with a wry smile. “I doubt I could sneak out of here with Lucky Jr so prominently on display.”

Spitfire gave a soft whine of disappointment, before a naughty look spread across her features. She licked her lips lustfully, and affected her most pleading, naughty stare. “You should… you should send your mare to sleep with your taste on her lips,” she purred, her tone both seductive and pleading. “Give her a bellyful of your rich, warm cum to help lull her to sleep…”

Lucky blanched, crossing his hindlegs, biting his lower lip.

“Come on, you big, dominant stallion,” Spitfire whined. “Use your mare’s muzzle… Hold me down and spill yourself over my tongue. Make me taste you… send me to bed with your taste fresh in my mouth…”

“O-oh fuck…” Lucky whispered, biting his tongue hard enough that he almost tasted blood. It had already been nearly impossible to keep himself in check while pleasing Spitfire, but now, it was impossible. The half-hard length of flesh between his thighs jumped to attention, throbbing urgently for release.

“...Please…” Spitfire whined, leaning forwards slightly and parting her lips, opening her mouth slightly, lidded eyes staring up at him.

“Fuck!” Lucky snarled, rising up, the thick, stiff length of his cock becoming visible. It throbbed urgently, visibly pulsing with need. His forehooves grasped clumsily at the mare’s mane and head, tugging her slightly towards him as he leaned forwards to push his already-flaring cocktip right up against her lips.

Spitfire gave a content sound, opening her muzzle and letting the thick tip of his cock sink past her lips and into her warm, soft muzzle. She immediately closed her lips over him, gently cradling his cock with her tongue, suckling at him softly.

A low growl left the stallion, and he grasped her head, starting to hump urgently into her soft mouth, grinding his fat cocktip against her tongue over and over again, already drooling slick precum across her tongue. It was obvious from his movements that he was pent up, held back for hours, and now utterly urgent with the need to cum.

Spitfire lifted a hoof to lightly grasp around the base of his throbbing cock, squeezing and stroking, closing her eyes and suckling sweetly at the flaring tip, gently feathering her tongue along the tip of it. Each of her motions was coaxing, lightly encouraging the stallion to fuck and use her muzzle.

Lucky snarled in delight, tugging Spitfire’s head back and forth on his stiff, throbbing cock, urgently beginning to jerk his hips against her, feeling his flaring, thickening tip spreading her jaws, pressing against her tongue. With a cry of triumph, he held her muzzle over his tip, and started to pump burst after burst of urgent pony spunk right into her mouth.

Spitfire gave an indignant sound as she was jerked back and forth so roughly, before giving a moan of delight and shuddering as a rush of Lucky’s potent spunk spilled right across her tongue. It came in a fat rope, spraying thick and heavy over her tongue, coating it in the liquid lust. A second volley joined the first, backing up in her over-filled muzzle, and she swallowed thickly around his cock, feeling the warm, gooey mouthful being tugged down her throat and into her stomach. And then another and another burst came, and she swallowed those down as well, carefully timing it to swallow after every second burst, so she wasn’t overwhelmed.

After half-a-dozen or more urgent bursts, the rushes of heady spunk slowed slightly, and instead of waiting for her mouthfuls, Spitfire instead leaned forwards and started to suckle eagerly.

Lucky whimpered in delight, eyes clenching closed and hips humping against Spitfire’s muzzle as she swapped to instead begin nursing at his cock, suckling at him and swallowing repeatedly, like a foal with a teat. Each soft tug of her throat and tongue coaxed out another burst of his spunk, only for the mare to eagerly swallow it all down.

After several more urgent bursts, Spitfire started to pant hard through her nose, trying to catch her breath, having to cease her swallowing and instead let the last of his gooey load accumulate on her tongue. Her muzzle was crammed with it, a thick dribble of the musky delight spilling down the side of her chin.

And then, finally, Lucky was done, and Spitfire could slowly pull back, carefully disengaging from his flared, used cock. Her tongue lightly swiped at his tip as he exited, making sure to capture every last drop of his potent spunk before he was done.

Lucky groaned faintly, giving a hazy whine and opening his eyes.

Spitfire likewise opened her eyes, smiling at him tiredly, still trying to catch her breath, mouth full of his spunk.

With a shudder, Lucky reached down, grasping her chin and tilting her head upwards. “Show me…” he growled heatedly. “Show your stallion how much you like his taste.”

Spitfire gave a weak smile up at him, a lustful flicker in her eyes as she lifted her nose and let her muzzle fall open.

Lucky’s jaw dropped as he caught sight of Spitfire’s overflowing muzzle, her tongue, teeth, the roof of her mouth, absolutely everything coated in a film of his spunk, with a pool of it resting at the back of her throat.

Smirking tiredly, Spitfire closed her mouth and swallowed three times before she could clear her mouthful, setting to panting heavily.

“You are the sexiest fucking mare alive,” Lucky groaned, leaning in to kiss her heatedly, uncaring of his own taste on her lips and tongue.

Spitfire kissed him tiredly, before pulling back and then resting her head on the pillow. She blew him a kiss, waggling her tongue lightly. “I can taste you…” she groaned, licking her lips naughtily, even as she closed her eyes.

“Goodnight, Spitfire,” Lucky purred, kissing her nose.

But Spitfire was already asleep, smiling slightly to herself.