Shifting Melodies - The Lost Stanzas

Critical lay on the bed and struck a pose that she was sure would get a reaction from her stallion. She quickly did her illusion up to have an apparently wet mane, and waited for Palette.

The stallion had opened the storeroom, and offhandedly mentioned to Inspired that most of his paintings were kept in there. The drone could have a poke around without Palette looking over his shoulder. See the difference between his ‘Tourist crap’ and his real work.

As he walked into his room, he paused and his heart almost stopped when he saw the goddess lying on his bed. He swallowed hard and took a step closer.

“Uh… did I… interrupt something?” he asked, thinking that she just got out of the shower.

“No, I just recalled how you seem to react to me when I’m fresh out of the shower, and decided to give you a treat,” the nymph purred. “I’ve been waiting for you…”

“O-Oh, you have?” Now it was his turn to sport a blush, one part told him to look away out of decency, the other… well it was winning out and it had another piece of anatomy joining in as well~

“And something tells me, you’ve been wanting me as well,” Critical said with a smirk. “Why don’t you come a little closer?...”

He just nodded and stepped closer to the bed, rational thought getting bucked out the window. Critical giggled a little before patting the bed next to her.

“Come on, up here,” she said. “You can’t very well do much from over there.”

“Uh, right, I knew that,” he mumbled as he climbed up onto the bed and settled in next to her, inhaling deeply and taking in her scent. “You smell nice,” he murmured, nuzzling her mane.

“I’m glad you think so,” she said, cuddling him a little more. “Well, is that all you’re going to do? I thought you knew how to show a mare some appreciation…”

He responded by rolling her over onto her back, and began placing small kisses and nips along her neck and chest, his forehooves massaging her sides.

“Thaaaaat’s better,” Critical sighed. “It always feels nice to be...appreciated…”

“Mhmm,” he said as his kisses trailed lower and lower, until he was nuzzling her thighs, his breath washing over her nethers as his hooves caressed her flanks, across her illusionary Cutie Marks.

“Oooh,” she said, restraining herself from gripping his head with her hind legs. Barely. “You do seem to know what buttons to press…”

“It’s not difficult,” he replied as he kissed her hind hooves. He had experience after all, and that book that her other father had sent him was quite useful as well. He held her leg and trailed his tongue along it, where one of the holes was…

“OooOOH!” Critical squealed. “Careful, those are sensitive!” She debated dropping the illusion, but decided to keep it up for the moment. More to see if he would do it again or not.

Oh? The book hadn’t mentioned that. He smirked as he poked his tongue out again, this time he licked along the inside of the hole, the illusion leaving him feeling a little tingly.

Critical let out another squeal at the feeling, writhing a little on the bed as Palette teased her again. He chuckled and then took one of her forehooves.

“Let’s see if these ones are just as sensitive,” he mused, licking along the rim of one of the holes.

The answer was yes. Yes they were. Critical let out another squeal as she bucked against his form. The feeling of him licking along her holes was just- oooh, there was nothing like it!

He chuckled as he gave the other leg some attention, as his hanging member brushed lightly against her clit. Critical moaned again, before doing her best to catch his stallionhood with her pussy, bucking against him again and again, trying to force him into her. He pulled himself back, which was rather difficult for him as well, before resuming his tongue treatment of her hooves. He had her all but pinned under him as he traced a long lick along her leg, and doing that even slower whenever he reached a notch or hole.

Critical moaned under her stallion, her concentration failing and her illusion falling as he kept up his attentions. At this rate, she would be wound so tight, one touch might set her off! Maybe...that was his plan.

He hummed as her form faded and his tongue was now pressed against the black chitin. He moved his head down a little as he drew her in for a deep kiss, his tongue passing through her open lips and caressing her own. And while he had her distracted with that, he bumped her waiting pussy with his member again, before sinking most of it in with a single thrust.

Critical screamed into the kiss as she came from that thrust alone, thanks to what he’d been doing earlier. Her walls gripped Palette even tighter as she did, trying to milk him of his seed before they’d even really gotten started.

“Now quite yet love,” he replied after he broke the kiss. “We’re only just getting started after all.”

“Haaaah…” the nymph panted under him. “Not sure how much more I can take after that…”

“Well, let’s see what you can handle then,” he said as he started to move slowly, as he held her forehooves above her head and started teasing her holes again.

“Noooooo…” the nymph moaned out as she started to get worked up again. “Not again…” She wasn’t sure she could handle his usual enthusiasm and his newest fascination.

“Hmhmhm, I think I quite like this reaction,” he chuckled as he drew back and gave a powerful thrust back in, before drawing back slowly and repeating the process. He looked at her horn and wondered… Well, wouldn’t hurt to try right? He leaned back down and gave her curved horn a long lick…

Critical moaned again, not having had expected that, but not complaining either. It would have been more effective if he’d done that when she was channelling her illusion, but right now, any licking felt good. “M...More...harder...please,” she begged him.

Hmm, so it wasn’t quite as effective. He’d have to see if the book had anything on that later. He sat up, pausing in his thrusting for a moment as he brought her hind hooves up, spreading her a little wider as she started to move again, a little faster this time as he licked at the holes on her hindlegs this time. He then placed his mouth around one of the notches and hummed loudly.

Critical squealed again, feeling like she was close to the brink once more. Palette was just...a beast in bed tonight! ...Maybe she should let him have more of whatever that drink had been back at the bar…

He gave her holes a few more licks, before he just held her hooves there and his rutting became more frenzied, slamming his length into her with loud, wet slaps. Critical moaned under him, wanting his release as much as she did hers. “Come on, you can do it,” she egged her stallion on. “Fill me up!”

“You, hah, sure?” he gasped. “You have your protection… right?” he grunted as he felt himself tighten. Not long now…

“I take it regularly, now fill me!” she commanded her stallion. He groaned as he dropped back to all four hooves, standing over her as he pumped in and out of the mare. With one last grunt and a loud moan, she felt his head flare inside of her as his release surged, filling her womb with his seed. Critical moaned at the feeling, both because she enjoyed it, and because it helped her own, second, climax come. Her walls rippled around him as she did her best to milk him of every...last...drop.

He groaned as he felt his climax finish, and he pulled out slowly, stroking his still hard member a few times as a few spurts landed on her belly, before he sighed contently, falling back onto his rump. Critical moaned yet again, this time in contentment, at being so filled.

“You...were wonderful,” she purred to him.

“I...hah, try,” he panted as he wiped his brow. He looked down and smirked as his member twitched a little at the sight of the nymph. “Hmm, perhaps you could help me out here,” he said with a lustful smirk. “I don’t think you’re full enough yet~”

“Hives, you’re insatiable,” the nymph said, though not in a complaining tone.

“I dunno what was in that drink,” he said as he helped her up and guided her mouth to his twitching member, their combined musk was almost overpowering. “But I should really get a bottle…”

Critical didn’t reply, her mouth was too busy cleaning him off. She could get used to him being like this. Her tongue curled around his shaft as she started bobbing her head slowly. He groaned as he held her head with his hooves, barely resisting the urge to push down. His hips did with a slight buck though, her tongue and lips were amazing~

Critical hummed a little around his shaft, having quite thoroughly cleaned him off and now wondering just what it would take to get him to blow again.

He moaned a little louder as he hooves pressed down a little as he bucked his hips up, still catching himself before he started bucking her mouth. Damned if that hadn’t felt good though. The nymph smirked and used her tongue and mouth in concert. Not only did she hum, but her entire tongue seemed to squeeze around him.

“Oh buck!” he hissed, his hips jutting forward again, trying to fit more of himself inside of her. He wanted to, but held himself back and let her do as she pleased. That was when she cast a small spell to suppress her gag reflex and thoroughly buried her nose in his crotch with no problems.

She’d have to thank Cadence for that one, if nothing else.

“Sweet Crystals,” he sighed, seeing the bulge in her throat from taking his entire length. And so effortlessly too. He groaned and gripped her head as he started to thrust into her mouth, panting and moaning as he did. It felt amazing~

Critical decided to let him take over the pace, while she concentrated on what she was doing with her tongue. It twisted one way, then another, squeezed, loosened...she kept looking for what he liked the best. He seemed to moan louder whenever she squeezed him, or pressed up against the underside of his shaft.

He thrust a few more times and then let go of her, panting loudly.

“I’m...close,” he sighed. “Where…?”

She didn’t move to get up, just squeezed around him again before drawing her tongue along the underside of his shaft, bobbing all the while.

“Fffuck!” he almost yelled and threw his head back as his orgasm peaked again, filling her mouth with copious amounts of cum. Even though it was his second load, it was just as impressive as the first. Critical let out a happy hum and did her best to swallow it down, barely keeping pace with him.

They hadn’t done this much, and that was something she would need to rectify.

He gave another low moan, the sound and sight of her drinking it down only spurred his climax, the last few thick ropes of cum firing out before he panted, absolutely spent.

“Well,” Critical said after swallowing the last of it down. “I can tell you’ve got...remarkable taste.” She didn’t regret saying that in the slightest.

“That...was bad,” he said breathlessly. “But you’re beautiful, so you’re forgiven.”

The nymph hummed as she moved to draw Palette into a hug, one he returned as he kissed her deeply, giving her all the freely given love he had. She moaned into the kiss, holding him close and wanting him to feel what she felt. Unconsciously, her horn sparked, sending a thin green beam into his body.

His eyes opened in surprise, at the sudden warm feeling that encompassed him, before he smiled and held the nymph close to him.

“I love you, Critical Eye,” he said softly.

“And I you,” she said back to him. “You have no idea how much I love you…”

He was pretty sure he had a good idea though, smiling again as he held her and drifted off to sleep…