Alcohol was a funny thing. Enough of it took the edge off inhibitions, loosened the lips, freed the tongue, and liberated the soul. Too much sent the mind spinning, the hooves tripping, the legs clacking, and the jaw slacking. But there was a certain point where the perfect balance was achieved, the peak where inhibitions disappeared, but dizziness and disorientation were momentarily suspended.
The sublime euphoria of drink washed over Alistair like a warm ocean wave. The griffon wobbled along on his way, his tiger tail barely balancing out the unsteady shifting of his eagle claws. His travels were all a blur, singular events loosely woven together with threads of flashing lights, swirling colors, frenzied laughter, and the clatter of hoofsteps on Crystal Empire cobbles. Ah, the Empire. It was like a gigantic kaleidoscope with its crystal huts and crystal ponies and crystal berry wine.
Crystal. Berry. Wine. Good gods that stuff hit like a flaming freight train carrying a burning airship with a tatzlwurm on top as garnish. It was a miracle that he’d even made it back to the hotel without taking a tumble. Alistair drank it without realizing how much he’d had because it was so sweet and went down so smooth. Before he knew it, he was toasted. Then again, so was his companion.
“You are such boor,” she said teasingly. “To think Crystal Empire came back from thousand year spell to meet your need of relief in an alley!”
Frostlace was trouble. She’d told Alistair that from the start. But he’d be damned if she wasn’t a hot piece of trouble. A rare cross between the elegance of a noblemare and the rough and tumble gumption of a working girl, she’d hit it off with the griffon soldier right away. By now her white and blonde mane had been shaken out, falling in lovely tresses over her iridescent blue gown. Even with coverage, it was easy to see she had the curves to compliment her sass. Alistair wasn’t complaining.
“I distinctly recall your need of the same,” he snickered back. “And the equally distinct and unladylike manner in which you handled it!”
“All that beer must go somewhere!” Frostlace cackled. “Do not think I am so prissy proper that I cannot take standing up to do my business!”
“Pissy proper you mean?” he teased. “Gives a whole new meaning to painting the town, I suppose!”
They both were consumed by raucous laughter, nearly collapsing atop each other in the hotel hallway. Somehow, the unicorn and the griffon managed to stumble into the room doorway, retrieve a key from Alistair’s jacket pocket, and lurch through the door before landing in a heap on the floor, Frostlace on top, of course.
“Ya mogu vyigrat?” she purred in Stallian. “Do I win?”
Her tongue might have been more familiar with Stalliongradian than Common Equestrian, but her meaning came across just as well. That supple tongue ran across her lips as she gave her best bedroom eyes to her griffon companion. Her snowy-white coat took on a silvery sheen in the glow of moonlight shining through the hotel window and her eyes sparkled with mischievous light.
“I didn’t realize we were keeping score,” Alistair said, deadpan.
“Perhaps not,” she pouted. She followed with a wicked grin. “But you were trying to score, da?”
“Is that what your offer was?” he said with a jokingly dumb smirk.
“Tsch!” came the purposely overdramatized retort. “You ask too many questions, mal’chik. Have you never seen horny mare before?”
“And here I was thinking--”
“Stop thinking, durak! I want to fuck!”
Frostlace jammed her muzzle into Alistair’s face, her tongue lashing at his beak, searching for a way inside. Alistair gave up on speaking. Frostlace was apparently not one to mince words. He responded to her advances in kind. His own tongue slipped past her lips, probing the inside of her mouth.
The shapely mare moaned and pushed herself up to straddle alistair. Magic flared around her horn and Alistair’s dress shirt began to undo its buttons to the pulses of Frostlace’s aura. Without removing his mouth from hers, Alistair reached behind Frostlace, grabbing at the lacing on her dress, pulling at it until it finally came loose. His tail reached out from under her and lightly nudged the hotel room door, slipping it closed behind them.
Frostlace spared no time in tearing open Alistair’s shirt. The now open button front fell to his sides, giving him the chance to push himself to sitting position and slip out of it. Frostlace continued massaging his mouth with her tongue, even nipping at the tip for good measure. She crept forward, gradually forcing Alistair along with her incessant, forceful kisses. The dress that she had worn so well that evening slipped away behind her until finally, she was free.
Alistair looked up as Frostlace finally broke their kiss. The now naked mare sat squarely in his lap, her eyes glinting with lusty light as she ran her tongue over her lips. She panted carnally, each breath thick with barely restrained desire. The sheer intensity of it instantly unsheathed Alistair’s sword.
Alistair’s legs tingled as Frostlace swished her tail back and forth, tickling his thighs with wisps of pony hair. With a sly grin on his beak, Alistair pushed his legs up against Frostlace’s ample ass, jamming her nethers against his own. Frostlace gasped at the sudden contact and a slick wetness began to seep into the fur around Alistair’s loins.
“Do not get too cheeky with me, mal’chik,” she chided, tapping a hoof on his beak. Teasingly she wiggled her hips, rubbing her sopping marehood against Alistair’s hardened shaft. “I was about to let you go at it, but you’ve had quite the attitude this evening!”
The mare lifted her lips away just as Alistair bucked his hips in a vain attempt to slide himself inside. Frostlace clicked her tongue, chastising him for his enthusiasm. A flash of light from her horn shocked Alistair with a sudden blast of cold. It took a moment for him to realize that his limbs were immobilized with a thin layer of ice. In addition to being a fetching noblemare, Frostlace was quite the capable cryomancer. The coating of rime was easy to break, but Alistair knew better than to struggle. What was the fun in breaking the moment?
“You tease me,” Frostlace purred, “I tease you!”
As she spoke, she nipped down his face, walking her playful bites and kisses down his neck, through his chest feathers, stomach, and finally to his aching loins. Alistair made one last bid to direct his raging erection to her mouth, only to be met with empty air. Yet another click of the tongue and a scathing glare of mock indignation greeted him. With a heavy sigh, Alistair could only lay down and let his member throb in dead air.
Satisfied that her partner had yielded, Frostlace licked her lips and pressed them firmly against the base of Alistair’s shaft. The griffon shuddered at the sensation. Frostlace hummed happily as she worked her partner’s shaft with her tongue. She flicked it in and out, savoring the taste of maleness between licks. Finally, she brought her muzzle back down and kissed each of Alistair’s balls. Her tongue parted them, licking him from the base of his sack to the tip of his cock.
It took all Alistair had not to buck his hips again. He was dying to get inside her, mouth or marehood, but Frostlace was having none of it. His loins quivered with frustration and a tortured groan escaped his beak. That was all Frostlace needed to hear. She gave the tip of his member a teasing kiss and flashed a wicked grin at her partner’s face before pouncing. Slipping her mouth over the tip, she took him all the way to the hilt, clamping around the base of his shaft with her lips.
In his restrained state, Alistair was at Frostlace’s mercy. Her lips and tongue teased his manhood with their hot caress. He wasn’t going to let her win that easily. Alistair tensed up his loins with the full intent of riding it out. A muffled giggle escaped Frostlace’s lips despite her mouthful of cock. She knew what he was doing and saw it only as another challenge to overcome.
Faster and faster she went, massaging his shaft with her lips. Alistair struggled inside against every masculine instinct there was. He was going to explode whether he wanted to or not. Frostlace’s magnificent sucking escalated to a fever pitch, eroding his defiance with every sweep of her lips. Finally, Alistair couldn’t take it anymore. He relaxed and released.
His raging cock pulsed with each rush of blood through his veins, spewing jet after jet of his seed into Frostlace’s waiting maw. She hungrily sucked it all down, gleefully lapping up the last few pearls that beaded up on his tip and her lips. Another flash of magic from her horn and Alistair’s restraints disappeared, leaving the griffon panting spreadeagle on the floor while his member twitched erratically from its exertion. The sudden warmness that grasped his chest and stomach was a welcome change from the arctic blast that preceded their encounter. Frostlace crawled up his chest, nipping at his neck and ear tufts as she purred at him once again.
“Is that all, Alistair dear?”
“Oh ye of little faith,” Alistair snorted an indignant half-laugh. “I take it you’ve never been with a griffon before?”
“I suppose there is first time for everything. Why?”
“Then I guess you don’t know what makes us so good in the sack.”
“Do not be suchka. Show me!" she pouted. "Or is that all the fuck we will having tonight?”
A predatory growl escaped Alistair’s beak as he suddenly leaped up, using the momentum to roll Frostlace onto her back. His wings spread wide, enveloping them both in a tent of feathers and fluff. A feral flame glinted in his eyes. Frostlace gasped as she was caught off guard.
"I'll show you in good time, Lacey dear. But weren't you interested in finding out how supple a 'beaky' embouchure could be?"
"Mmmmm… " she said, settling back onto the floor. "Go on."
Alistair gave an impish grin before spreading Frostlace's hind legs and diving face first into her nethers. Much like he had described, his beak was smooth and supple against her breasts, the tip prodding and titillating but never harming his partner's sensitive bits. Frostlace moaned with each swipe of his tongue and beak over her teats, her nipples coming fully erect at his touch. He gently gave each nipple a kiss and a nip before sliding down to service her still soaking marehood.
The shriek of pleasure from Frostlace as he ran his tongue over her engorged clit was music to Alistair's ears. His tongue ran up and down her slit, parting her lips with each stroke and greedily lapping up her juices. The mare shuddered and moaned under his relentless assault. Suddenly her hooves shot to his shoulders and pressed his head in closer. Alistair took this as his cue to finish her. Griffon tongue tickled unicorn nethers, stroking from the inside out before settling on Frostlace's now pulsing clit. Alistair gave it a light squeeze with his beak for good measure, drawing a high pitched squeak out of Frostlace which repeated itself until a train of gasping shrieks trilled in his ears.
Frostlace came with a hard shudder, her marehood winking furiously as she very nearly crushed Alistair's head with her thighs. Each wink made her legs quake, each quake squeezing hard, weakening as her orgasm tapered off. The griffon continued his mare meal into the afterglow. Only when Frostlace finally relaxed the grip of her thighs with a long sigh did he finally relent.
"Very… sharp… but supple," she managed between deep pants for breath. "I like this… beakiness."
One last taste of Frostlace’s marehood and Alistair slid back up her barrel until he was face to face with her again. “Tell me something, Lacey, have you ever seen an archer use a shortbow?”
“Mmmm,” she hummed thoughtfully before pecking him on the mouth. “A few times, da? What is this have to do with fuck?”
“Well,” Alistair purred, “a shortbow has a very short draw length. It lets you shoot fast when you need it.”
He returned the favor with a longer kiss, adding a bit of tongue to keep Frostlace occupied. The mare’s ears perked up at the mention of shooting fast. She was starting to pick up on his line of thinking! Alistair continued. “Shortbow archers always run with full quivers. They shoot fast and they won’t stop until they’ve finished their target.”
“Mmmm…” Frostlace murmured happily, “Maybe I see where you are going!”
“Griffons may go fast, Lacey...” Alistair took the opportunity to press himself against her, his now re-engorged member throbbing against her lower lips. “But their quivers never run dry!”
“You are clever mal’chik!” Her nethers quivered instinctively at the touch of Alistair’s sex. “But it will take more than words to give me the pleasure!”
“I assure you I have more than mere words at my disposal!”
With his intent declared, Alistair drew back, sliding the tip of his member along Frostlace’s marehood until he was in position. Frostlace gasped as he penetrated her, filling her marehood with griffon meat. Alistair drove himself in all the way to the hilt. The fleshy walls clamped down around his cock as he used his thighs to lift Frostlace’s backside off the floor. Her spread legs each went over a shoulder, forming handles to give him extra leverage, leverage used to force himself even deeper inside her.
“YES!” Frostlace screamed. “Show me how griffon fucks!”
Alistair let her back down while keeping his member inside. Pressing her legs against her body, he began thrusting with long, deep strokes. Frostlace’s marehood gushed its juices, thoroughly soaking Alistair’s loins and working his desires into a frenzy. But he wasn’t done yet. Hilting himself once again, Alistair leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Frostlace’s chest, pulling her close. He kept balance with his wings and tail while he whipped her around so he was entering from behind.
Frostlace had just enough sense remaining to place her front legs out and move her tail aside. Using his cock to direct his lover, Alistair walked her to the window overlooking the whole of the Crystal Empire. The glass-like houses sparkled under the moonlight. Crystal streets converged on the brilliant obelisk of the city’s namesake: the Crystal Spire. Frostlace would get the full view of the Crystal Empire while Alistair got the full view of her.
Frostlace’s breath fell heavy upon the hotel window. Heated panting and passionate moaning fogged the glass as Alistair hammered her over and over again. With himself nearing his limit, Alistair gave it one last shot to make Frostlace come first. He pulled out halfway and worked his tip in and out faster and faster, titillating her most sensitive areas.
Success.
Frostlace’s legs quaked uncontrollably as squirts of liquid maregasm shot from her nethers, spraying his loins and driving him to finally finish. He hilted one last time as his seed burst forth, filling the marehood of his partner. Frostlace’s hooves pressed against the window glass, her back arched and head thrown back in the ecstatic cry of orgasm. Finally, Alistair’s loins finished their work, allowing him to withdraw from his mare.
Frostlace panted from the exertion, her marehood still dripping with fluids from both herself and her lover. “I take back calling you suchka. You handle fucks well.”
A deep breath seemed to be all it took for Alistair to effect a recovery. He chuckled, “Very high praise indeed coming from you!”
He left a pause for the moment to sink in before taking the jab he’d been waiting for all evening. “So are you ready to go again, Lacey? Or is that ‘all the fuck we will having tonight?’”
“Tsch,” she snorted. “Do not think you have won this, mal’chik! It takes more than two quick bangs to finish off Hoar Witch mare!”
“Then I’m ready when you are! My quiver is still full, my dear!”
Frostlace whipped around, a wicked grin on her face. She shook her voluptuous hips and flicked her tail as she trotted up to Alistair, planting a firm kiss right on his beak.
“The let us put this to the test. How you Griffon say… get it on?”
