The door was closed.

“You’re late, mon amour.”

“Fashionably.” You replied through a teasing simper, intent on being as playful as possible with the Prench mare splayed across the king-sized bed. Seeing her now, you felt like a completely different stallion than what you were earlier that day. A cocktail of intense hormones would soon be surging through you like floodwaters. Every gland in your body wanted to enjoy this. You slid off your dress coat and bow tie, leaving you bared. The room was filled with a sweet, heavenly aroma; perfume, and a strong one, almost narcotic in nature, and given the average noblepony’s array of skeletons in closets you wouldn’t be surprised if that was the exact truth. It inebriated you as strongly as her very presence. The lights were dimmed and candles lit in their places, but you couldn’t care less about the scenery, so long as your prize lay before you. You upwardly craned your head and neck, getting a nice, long look at her exquisite set of features, of which she was more than happy to roll over for and present to you.

“Like what you see?” Fleur asked with eyes half-lidded. Goddesses, you clearly haven’t appreciated her voice enough before. Hearing her speak so sumptuously made your skin crawl feverishly, and just to punctuate it, she rolled onto her side and just barely lifted her hind leg. Try as you might, you couldn’t catch even a glimpse of the golden gates that lay beneath its veil, and she loved it. She overtly craved the attention, giggling fiendishly and staring daggers into your eyes with that sort of fierce, carnal lust found only in the most tipsy of love-drunk mares, but that wasn’t all. She had donned a full set of exquisite lingerie; lavender stockings and panties, with pink laces and frills rounding her every curve and corner. Seeing her with clothes on as opposed to off was perhaps her cruelest tease so far.

Yet you persisted in your goal, again and again trying and failing to sneak a peek at what was obviously her barely concealed marehood. She might as well be wearing a few strands of string for all the good (or bad) it did. Still, she would not allow it, and a never ending stream of giggles flowed from her thin white lips the longer your fruitless endeavour continued.

“Nonono, monsieur.” The mare shook her head, lowering her hind leg, much to your burning chagrin. You gave a disappointed grunt, doing your best to make it sound amusing when it was in fact genuine. You could feel your whole rib cage trembling in anticipation. A little less restraint and your knees would have been shaking like trees in the middle of an earthquake. “Did you think it would be that easy? Now, a self-respecting stallion wouldn’t just leap right into it, yes?”

So far she had rendered you speechless. Your tail excitedly swept the air from left to right and swirled more of her perfume towards your awaiting nostrils. You answered her question not with words, but rather a flirtatiously expectant look. “Oh really?” was what you were silently transmitting. A statement had to be made. This was no ordinary outing for you, and as such, you were certainly no ordinary stallion this evening. She was clearly starting to toy with you, and as well as it did to heat things up you weren’t about to resign yourself to a subservient role. No, that was how the real fun began. Soon enough, she was giving you that same stare.

“Fine.” She spoke, breaking the silence between you, her lips pursing into a tiny smile. The blankets beneath her rustled and shifted as the mare began to roll over at an agonizingly slow speed. keeping her head turned away from you as she did. Oh Luna, couldn’t she go any faster? She meant to torture you, meant to keep you guessing, giving you nothing and keeping from you everything. You were half tempted to pounce on her and assume control yourself, but your stiff morals kept your lewder thoughts at bay, alongside a fear of ruining whatever surprises she had in store for you.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, on par with watching a glacier melt, Fleur had settled on her position of choice: head down, rump up. How vulnerable of her. It was still hard to believe this was happening. It was almost too much. Her cheeks looked more perky than rounded from this view, but it was impossible to complain. You wouldn’t dare think of a single grievance after everything this mare had given you. She looked prepared already, yet she still had the nerve to keep the goods well hidden using her long, sinuous tail, which she bent beneath herself, keeping her already barely-clad, but still exposed rump in view.

“Go ahead, baby.” Did she really just say that? “It’s all yours.” She passionately voiced as she lifted her head up and off to the side, looking back at you with a peculiar twinkle in her eye. She couldn’t have been screaming “there’s a caveat to this” any louder with this even if she tried. You knew her too well. This just had to be going somewhere else, and you knew that like the back of your own hoof. Yet, what if it wasn’t? No, that would be foolish of you to think; turned on you may be, but a hapless sexual brute you were not. You stood your ground, staring her down with a smarmy grin. You both knew she was hiding something, and she knew that you knew, but wasn’t about to let you wordlessly call her out on it.

Her grin turned a little coy before she moved to do the unexpected, hiking her tail up and gripping the lacing of her panties with her magic before slowly but surely tugging them down, down, down...then stopping, leaving them still on, but only about a third of the way. Though it was only a hair above convincing, it was more than enough to tell you that Fleur knew her way around torturing an audience while still keeping them enduringly hooked. Moreso, she kept her tail hiked up, and you were undeniably sure of yourself that you could make out a certain little, puckered hole it was meant to keep permanently veiled, until now that is. “You know you want to.”

Of that you were wholly certain. Perhaps you knew better than to fall for whatever deception she had planned, but you also knew that you couldn’t just ignore your own desires, nor hers, lest they both turn stale as minutes of doing nothing float on by. Besides...your chub down below was starting to deflate, your sheath having expanded and opened only just. Couldn’t have that happening, right? You began your approach to her, preparing yourself for whatever curve balls she was ready to throw at you. She continued to stare into your eyes, innocent, without illusion, but you weren’t about to fall for that trick. Soon, you reached her awaiting, shapely rear. It was so much bigger up close too. It vied for attention from more than one part of you. The mare it belonged to gave it a fun little shake. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

You nodded, but a stubborn part of you remained skeptical that she was bound to pull something the moment you reached for those luscious cheeks of hers. Your brain wasn’t an expert on the behavior of mares, and neither were you. Every moment you spent waiting slowly tore at your sanity. Her scent was absolutely intoxicating, and it didn’t take long to realize that it wasn’t just her perfume. A single deep whiff and...nnnfff~...There could be no more waiting. Your bodies beckoned to be unified. You quickly settled on just going for it, and you rose onto your hind legs, your hooves making contact with both of her flanks not a second later. A pair of pearly whites broke through your smile.

It wasn’t a trick at all.

“See?”

You chuckled, giving her beautiful cheeks a daring squeeze, forcing a soft moan from her.

“I told you it was yours, and it will always be yours if you give me what I want.”

Indeed it was, and you were more than hell-bent on making the most of your new toy.

Toy?

Now there was a new way to spice things up a bit, and not in a particularly flattering way either. It sounded like your darker side wanted to come out and play, and Fleur was in for the same, given the ferocious look in her eyes. Everypony, especially every noblepony, had one. Goddesses, the absolutely filthy secrets and scandals society’s rich and elite kept behind closed doors could fill a century’s worth of newspaper parchment. You could feel your sheath retreat even more to make way for the real meat just thinking about it, all those sex scandals and otherworldly fetishes. You were going to love being a part of it. Your mind still flowed with the energy of surreal exhilaration, leaving you nearly bursting at the seams with the potential for all manner of ways you could play with your new toy.

Fleur’s rump was well toned. There was no better place to start. All that dieting, skillful exercise, and heart-stealing runway strutting really paid off for her, but it was still just loose enough to make it lush and soft, like the perfect pillow. The tips of your hooves traced circles around her flanks and cutie marks, sending intense shivers down the mare’s spine. She turned her head away to stretch out whatever discomfort was in her neck, leaving her vulnerable to a swift and resounding smack to her right flank. She lurched forward and let loose a shriek that was more out of astonishment than stimulation. It was shrill enough to make you believe that you had hurt her, but when she lifted her head again, craning it around to glare menacingly at you, the lusty inferno in her eyes made her next words all the more enthralling.

“G-Goddesses! You brute. Nnn! Again, mon amour, again!”

Her voice quickly recessed into a low, downright horny moan that surprised you more than anything thus far. She wasn’t just compelling you do it; she would be out for blood if you didn’t, and you certainly weren’t anypony to deny her.

Smack! Smack! You reddened her perfect skin and coat with every swing, making it ripple, and making her yelp again and again, louder and harder until her voice started to crack. Her moans belt fed your strong inner stallion who begged for release, but any stallion, even a “brute” such as you, would know how best to please a mare. For as much as she seemed to be enjoying the rough treatment, what you were doing to her simply had to sting like nothing else. You started easing up on your rhythm, and took several breaks to apply some quick aftercare. You would caress her flank in smooth circular motions, smack it, squeeze it, then caress it again deeply to alleviate the biting pain. Fleur quickly took a liking to your varied ministrations, and her catlike purring just rolled right off her tongue. It wasn’t the only thing that was rolling either. With each new spanking, she would rhythmically arch her back and rear in slow, sinuous motions, getting as much of her rump in your face as possible; all the more to rile you up with.

You couldn’t tell how long you were going at this, but by the time you regained some of your senses a thin sheen of sweat had accumulated on her now lightly matted coat like dew, and it more than succeeded in making her smell even more heavenly to your hormone-fueled mind. You also seemed to have forgotten all about your...not-so-little friend down below. It ached the moment you looked, letting you know just how impatient it really was and dripping its fluids onto the floor, longing for attention. You thought about quickly answering its painful clarion call and gripped the lacing of Fleur’s panties, eager to yank them all the way down, to expose her every glistening inch of skin, and get straight to clopping until your weeks’ worth of a load painted her backside a new coat of white, but a swift refocusing of your priorities took precedence over your bestial desire for a quick and easy release. You had so far reduced this noblepony, this gem of a mare, this goddess to a moaning, groaning, shivering, writhing mass of musk-laden fur, and all from a few rounds of spanking: the sexiest embarrassment to nobility alive. You were definitely getting to know her better, and could do so much more. You were far from finished, and neither was she.

As such, you kicked it up a notch, determined to virtually dominate her shaking white tush. With the lacing of her panties already in hoof, you heaved them straight up and over her lower back so that it only covered her most private, and most valuable, parts and exposing her entire rump to your awaiting touch, slipping the rest of the fabric in between her ballooned cheeks. Fleur’s neck and head arched forward, as though her mane was being yanked back, before she then let loose such a fiercely deafening howl that it was almost impossible to tell whether it was of pain or pleasure. Her knees gave out immediately under their own intense quaking, landing her rump flat on the bed and jutting her hind legs out to the side. You chuckled heartily, impressed with your almost too-cruel of a move, but did Fleur hate you for it? Absolutely not. Soon enough, her head was back up and her gaze fixed on you again with a grin so alluringly feral it could make even the most stoic royal guard splooge in their armor. You glanced down at her oddly coincidental position, where the space beneath her rear was growing darker and damper by the second, showing just how well-loved your actions have been to the mare thus far.

“‘Did I think it would be that easy?’” You speak mockingly, leaning down and dappling several kisses and licks over her reddened, sweat covered cheeks. “Hmm...maybe. Maybe I did.”

“This...nnn...isn’t over yet, mon amour.” Fleur panted, her steamy breaths glistening in the dank air. As her haggard breathing continued, she positioned herself once more, finding the strength to resist her shaking and hike her rear and tail up again. Another strained, but softer howl, more like a mewl, left her lips as she magically pulled her panties taut again over her back. Awestruck, you watched as several thin, silvery trails of liquid ran down the inside of her legs and hocks. She was literally, and quite unbelievably, squeezing her noble juices from her leaking foal-maker. Sweet Celestia, you could barely believe this mare was real, and that you were here, in her bedroom, watching her intrinsically reveal a side of herself that had been begging to be set free for years. All the lewd and wet squishing and schlicking she made nearly made your brain melt right out through your ears. You almost felt the need to slap yourself, see if you were really awake!

A quick testing of the thought proved that you couldn’t do it even if you wanted to. She had magically adhered your hooves to the floor, forcing you and your throbbing length below to bear witness to her wanton act. It was insane! You weren’t even spared the freedom of one hoof to grip onto your now fully-emerged phallus, not to start tugging away, but purely to calm it down. It ached so much it was painful, and it showed. With every new throb, your face would contort a little and your teeth would gnash together, muffling your every troubled grunt and groan. After a time, Fleur began to show her worry and hesitantly ceased her grade-A obscenity. She slid off the bed and stood to attention in front of you with a caring look in her eyes, one more genuine than you’ve seen in most nobleponies.

“Too much?” asked Fleur with a tender smile, cocking her head a bit as she laid her pillowy hooves on your shoulders. “Granted, I was having such fun.” In a way, you could feel a small part of what made you a stallion slip away as a result. In essence, it reminded you of just how ongoing the competitiveness between nobleponies really was. By the time you reached your father’s level in the social hierarchy the questions asked and answered by every noblepony, all the time, were as deeply ingrained in your memory as knowing how to speak: who had the bigger home, the greater wealth, the more assets, and so on. Everypony, even you were, mindlessly, predators. It was so common in the upper echelon of society that you had unknowingly carried it into the bedroom with you, determined to come out on top in one way or another.

But Fleur didn’t seem like that at all. This lady of the evening liked it both ways; rough and soft, caring more for the enjoyment of both parties than one. She unbound your hooves and pressed herself against you, running her forehooves up and down your toned chest. You are quick to put on a smile and embrace her in turn. The painful throbbing had all but vanished as your senses were rewardingly satisfied by how close you were to her at long last. Her musk was even stronger up close. The two of you breathed in each other’s warm, moist scent and just generally basked in it in silence for the next several minutes. It was a welcome way to tone things down a bit before either one of you became just a little more turned on than the other. With a mare as skilled as Fleur, you weren’t sure if you were ready for all that she had to offer, especially when she reached her peak.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you speak, trailing your hooves down her slick back. “I’ve just never seen anything like it. Like you.” She began to purr again, and snugly tucked her head beneath your chin. It was an endearingly comfortable arrangement, and you just so happened to notice that her horn was nearby. If a unicorn’s horn was as sensitive as they say... “Eh, couldn’t hurt to try” was what you thought to yourself before tightening your grip on the mare’s midsection and dragging a long, slow lick up its surface. The mare breathed a deep sigh through her nose and wiggled herself into a better position beneath you, eager to receive your lovable treatment. You'd learned that a unicorn treasured their horn more than most things in the world, but Fleur was more approving of your patronage than you had thought, so why stop there? You bathed it in your saliva, from its coarse base up to its porcelain-esque upper half. It was pointed near the tip, but you were careful as you slipped your tongue and teeth around it, nibbling on it like a piece of hard, savory candy.

Her breathy moans and shuddering stints were unending. She couldn’t help but instinctively surprise you with a few arcane shocks, which zapped you repeatedly as they spiraled up her horn. You could taste her magic, if that was a thing, and so you continued to suckle lovingly, at least until Fleur decided she had enough. She pawed at your chest, mewling for you to stop. Her horn slipped free from your lips, but not without a parting kiss.

“Ooooo...Mon amour...” Fleur stammered while righting her stance. She had yet to stop moaning. To say you felt a little proud might as well have been your biggest understatement of the year. “A moment, please...”

“I was just trying to show my girl a good time.” You spoke confidently, leaning your head down and nuzzling her cheeks as she rose. “I hope there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“‘Your girl’, hmm?” Fleur spoke with coquettish giggle, the winds of another breathy moan flowing over your face following her words.

You chuckled as she nuzzled you back, and with the gaze she fixed on you awaiting a proper answer. “My mare.”

She raised an eyebrow at that.

“...’my lady’. There, happy?”

She mulled it over in her head for a few moments before giggling again, shrugging it off. “I also would have accepted ‘mon amour’, sir.” Wasn’t she a riot? “Well, sir, if I am your lady, don’t you think you’ve made me wait long enough for my main course?”

Your member, which had remained defiantly strong and inflated, twitched and throbbed in total agreement with her. You were just about to lead her to the bed when the sounds of her grunting suddenly caught you off guard. Looking down, you couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, except the fact that her horn was glowing, and that it was levitating her removed, soaked panties into the air. You were a split-second too late in seeing and realizing what she was up to before it was forcefully thrown onto your face like a wet towel, blinding you and your every sense. Her essence-laden underwear smelled nearly as tantalizing as her matted and musky fur, but it was her flavor of arousal as a result of a quick tongue tasting that really caught your attention. It was sweet, yet noticeably tangy. It certainly wasn’t the weirdest part of your night, but you couldn’t help letting your brain pair it up with one of the few things it recognized: blueberries. You flicked your tongue, tasting it again. Yup, definitely blueberries.

“Enjoy that?” Fleur purred out in a tone of spirited lovelust as you removed the panties from your face and held them in your hooves like they were the crown jewels. You were having a hard time answering her as you continued to try and make sense of what just occurred, and those voracious bedroom eyes she gave you from her new position on the bed weren’t helping.

“Well, I...”

“Shhh...” Fleur hissed, her eyelashes fluttering. “Keep them. A gift, from me to you. You’d best not lose them either. Those are of my finest silks.”

You grew an amused smirk. “You say these things as if I were leaving.”

“How silly of you to think that. You are not leaving without my say-so.” The mare spoke in what you could only describe as the most lustful and needy growl you have ever heard, like a dog deep in estrus, and just like one she had went to every length to see to it that you were ready and raring to pound her into the dirt with unbridled enthusiasm. She laid flat on her back and spread her legs wide, revealing the entrance to her million-bit marehood. It was every bit as beautiful as you had imagined. “Take me.”

“With pleasure, but...” you paused, a question snapping at the tip of your tongue at the last second. “Are you sure we should be doing this without—?”

“I took the pill before you walked in.”

There was the answer you were glad to hear. With not another moment to lose, you climb onto the bed and over her warm body, lying atop her damp underbelly and squarely gripping her sides. A few moments of shifting later and you were perfectly lined up with her puffy, dripping folds. “Are you ready?” You murmured. This was it, your finest hour. You were about to make love with Fleur de Lis, the mare that had been a very good friend to you for years. That proverbial wall of covert admiration for one another was about to come tumbling down, and you wielded the hammer that would deliver the final blow. She nodded, you nodded back, and you were inhumed in her with a single, powerful thrust.

You had buried yourself within her nearly to the hilt, and Fleur let out a short, unprepared yelp. Her whole body tensed, and her face scrunched up in a plethora of intense feelings. You weren’t quite focused on how she reacted, but more on the blissful sensations that enveloped your stallionhood. It was slick and wet, like a living sponge that never ceased in secreting its otherworldly fluids. It was warm, like the baby oven it truly was. Yet the third feeling, the most pronounced of them all, was by far the best you’ve ever experienced: her tightness. With every beat of her heart, her mushy tunnel gripped your phallus as if it meant to squeeze it dry in a tube of silken flesh. Her panties were nice and all, but this was really her finest silk.

Though she was loose enough for your initial push, you knew it would take a few minutes to get settled in. The only movement that came from her aside from breathing was that of her marehood, and how it squeezed and hugged its welcome occupant like two lovers cuddling in bed. Hundreds of individual, tiny muscles shifted and snaked around you. It was an incredible feeling to picture it in your head. Though only a minute had went by, but you felt brave enough to test her resilience early. The heat was getting to you, and you mindlessly drew back and forced yourself in deeper, not only re-experiencing her tunnel’s sudden crushing grip, but forcing an uncomfortable-sounding yowl from Fleur.

“Ack! Stop, s-stop! Please...” She stammered in a weak and croaking voice. She wasn’t exactly what you’d call relaxed. Even her face looked flushed despite her coat being off-white. Her forehooves shakily reached up and around your neck, hooking onto each other before going limp. “Hnaahh...My...I wasn’t expecting you to be so...girthy...or big.” The mare let out a raspy chuckle as she leaned her head back, shivering as her inner walls instinctively squeezed you repeatedly.

You were perfectly fine with waiting on her to get comfortable, but a rather jarring thought came upon you. Here you were, buried to your base in the most beautiful supermodel in all of Equestria, and only now did it occur to you that you had yet to share a kiss worthy of mating with her. The one back in the parlor was great, sure, but you’ve so far done more to a mare in a night than you have ever done in your whole life. A relationship such as this could do with a round or two of practically eating out each other’s mouths.

Thankfully, Fleur had the idea long before you did. When you leaned down to coax her in, her eyes narrowed, snapping her head up and mashing her lips against yours. It stayed simple at first, lips against lips, but after a while the mare beneath you demanded entrance into your mouth. Then again, so did you. You attempt to lash your tongue forward past her lips and catch her off guard, but she was leagues faster and pushed you back, and it wasn’t long before you had a tongue war on your hooves. Fortunately, you had the advantage of gravity and a naturally bigger tongue, but neither of those factors proved to be a challenge for her. She won in the end with her dexterity and quick thinking, and maybe some past experience—she was certainly no amateur. The mare took her sweet time in exploring your mouth, letting her slender tongue run over every surface within reach. You let out a defeated, sarcastic groan as she worked, but you had no complaints. There was always next time.

The kiss broke after she pulled out and traced your lips, the both of you panting as you stared into her faintly gleaming eyes. Your steamy breaths washed over each other’s faces before the stare was soon broken by her hearty laughter. “Good effort, mon amour, good effort.”

You rolled your eyes with a dismissive shake of the head. “You just got lucky.” You evened out your position and was rewarded with another moan from her as your member stirred her insides. When your attention returned to her, all the libido that was previously there libido reemerged in her piercing gaze.

“Now, where were we?” she asked, lowering her head onto the bed again and pulling yours down with it. She rolled her rump left and right, testing her own looseness with all the gleefulness of a young mare. With her help, you were now the perfect fit. “Go.” You nodded determinedly, ready for action. You slowly pulled your soaked crotch away from hers, your member nearly leaving her stretched marehood completely, before ramming it back in. She gasped and educed a fervid moan while you groaned at the ruggedness of feeling her clamp down on you yet again, but you were only getting started.

Your actions were relentless. Thrust after earth-shaking thrust, you hollowed her out. Each time you pulled out, you gave her just long enough to glance down at your twitching log of prime stallion meat, coated from the base on down in a sheen of her shimmering essence before slamming it right back in, the fierce, wet slaps it produced echoing through the air like a clap of thunder. Your hips were giving it their all and then some, and every last inch of you relayed senses to your brain unlike any other. You could feel everything now—the blood pumping through your veins, every twitch of your nerves, and everything in between. It was so unreal you thought you were going mad.

As were you, Fleur was having the time of her life. Her every moan was prolonging and riddled with quaking breaths. Endearingly sticky juices flowed from her precious, nigh sacred marehood like a river, completely wetting the sheets beneath you. Every sound she made was a symphony in itself. Sweat soon began to line her forehead as the air between you grew hot and humid from each other’s balmy breath, all of which only seasoned the pea soup mix of musk that hung over the room like a thick cloud. The feeling of hearing her moaning out your name, again and again, groaning in an unequaled state of liquid bliss, was one you would never forget.

Already you started to feel the signs of your impending climax, gnashing your teeth together in intense protest as a shudder wracked your form and forced a single, large spurt of fluids from the widening tip of your member. You internally swore at your senses and angrily shouted them down, but the help it provided became miniscule in value once that particular spurt had been churned around inside her enough, providing only more endlessly pleasing lubrication. Your member slid in and out of her like it was on ice, your crotches slamming together even harder and resulting in more powerful, vulgar moans from her.

You thought about slowing down, as it was doing anything but preventing you from releasing too early, but Fleur, reading the confliction on your face, threw a dirty, irritated sneer at you. Her hooves locked tightly around your neck and yanked you down to her level. “Don’t you dare slow down!” She growled bestially through her locked set of teeth, then, all the euphoria that had drained from her face reappeared with more of her lustful purring and nuzzles to your flushed cheeks. You were still going, even while she threatened you with her bleeding-edge stare and a set of teeth itching to bite your head off. She was needier than you thought. “Please, mon amour. I need it.”

She relieved her grip on your noggin before resigning to letting you take over again. The good news was that you got to keep your head, but the even better news was that you now knew what she wanted and exactly how she wanted it. Where you went hard with the spankings, then soft with the hornjob, the arrow was now back on the rough setting. You could feel it, feel the subtleties your body was sending you; you were nearly at your breaking point and, from what you could tell, so was she.

With a new goal for which to strive towards, you firmly held your stance, exchanging smutty looks with the mare you loved, then kicked your keister into overdrive. Where you were relentless before you were now next to nigh unstoppable, virtually jackhammering your member into her thoroughly-worn tunnel with all the herculean vigor you could muster. You must have done something right, as Fleur let out an almost animalistic howl.

This was it. The two of you transitioned into the final stage of your intercourse with a blazing inferno in your hearts. Both of you became more feral than civilized in your last moments, what few words being spoken only translating into haggard huffs, pants, whines, and moans. Even your tongue was hanging out. It was inevitable, but your attempts to maintain control had all but completely failed. Against your better wishes, you drastically lowered your speed and perpetuated your final few, tired thrusts for as long as you could before soaring over the edge, embedding your member in as deep as you could go, practically kissing her cervix with its flared head, and unleashing all that you had into her deepest depths with a groan so labored that it made your throat sore.

Fleur’s marehood was sent into a frenzied flurry of convulsions the moment your release struck. Its last ounces of strength were used to grip you with a merciless level of numbing tightness as her orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave, the deluge of juices she output flowing with all the intensity of liquid fire on your sensitive shaft. Her head and neck arched upward, and with her mouth stretched wide open did she release one of the loudest, most fascinating groans you’d ever heard. Several hot, breathy gasps followed that gradually descended into her shakiest moans yet. Her eyes had ballooned to the size of dinner plates with an equal mixture of shock and awe. Though her abdominal strength was impressive to say the least, it had to give in sometime. Its fruitless attempts to keep every last drop of your milky seed within her failed as your member began to deflate, still nestled comfortably within.

Time slowed to a crawl; even an aimless speck of dust fell at a snail’s pace. Multiple realizations were hitting you without remorse, but your only recourse after coming down from such a euphoric high was to let your knees give out and settle you atop your nearly passed out sweetheart. The rough stench of sex was thick in the air, a single deep whiff of it making you shudder with nearly all the intensity of a second climax. There was nothing that mattered more to you now than this moment of overwhelming felicity.

“Fleur?” You quietly murmur, swallowing a mouthful of saliva to relieve the burning of your sore throat. Aside from her heavy breathing, she wasn’t moving, but her eyes were, which rolled over to meet yours in a half-lidded gaze. A smile soon replaced her respiring astonishment. “I think I can...’take some time off’ to settle a few ‘personal matters’.” You inch your head up to her closest cheek and speckle it with several kisses before reaching up to her ear to do the same, whispering. “Very personal matters.”

“I-I...I’d love that, mon amour. I’d love that.”

Author's Note

Well...a clopfic. How did this get here?

Some of my older followers (the ones that are still alive, that is) may be wondering what I'm doing writing a story like this all of a sudden and not working on my 2-3 other incomplete stories.

Simply put, I just wanted to write something new. It's been nearly two years since I had to recall myself back to the realities of a job and more schooling, and I have since left those stories on an indefinite hiatus. Now that things have calmed down a bit, I wanted to put something new out rather than update an existing story, mostly so I could stretch my atrophied writing muscles and see how well my quality has stood up. I've never delved into the realm of clopfic writing before, but I had plenty of ideas for one, and had a few friends who were surprisingly eager to see me write one/give tips for it, so I gave it a shot. Did it really need a back story? Probably not, but I wrote one anyway.

I tried writing this chapter as carefully as possible for two reasons: 1.) So the people who came here purely for the smut wouldn't need to read the story for sake of context. 2.) To separate the quality of writing of each and see how well the mature and non-mature sections hold up on their own.

Let me know what you think!