Moonlight Catcher

I grunted under the rough penetration of his spear into my private passage. Six months of training and I stupidly panicked, skipping all the preliminary massages. This was a big no-no because without a few rounds of foreplay the entire bouquet of the stallion's pent up pollen would be blown upon your delicate flower. I could cry out at him to slow down, or attempt to buck him off but I didn't because the intense adrenaline from the savage mating coursed through my veins. Some depraved part of me craved this brutality, this pain, this raw slapping of flesh upon flesh.

I regained enough senses to clench my vaginal walls around his thundering horsecock. It slowed down his thrusting for a second, either from surprise or from the extra resistance. The moment did not last as he soon redoubled his efforts and ploughed into my field harder than a farmer behind schedule on winter wrap-up.

"Unf!" I definitely felt the medial ring on his dick shove accross my pussy lips. He bit harder at my neck, tightened his grip around my torso and hilted into me at a breakneck speed. A snort hissed loudly from our mutual neighbour, no doubt psyching himself for the same performance.

His pace reached a fever pitch, he howled out a crazed combination of 'ah!' and neighing then stabbed his meat as far as possible. I recognized his climax and imagined the spray of fertile sediment gushing into my canal. From the various grunts it feels he shot at least four more loads, and kept on pouring a steady stream with smaller pumps. Eventually he slumped onto my back, his balls drained of their burden.

With a deep satisfied sigh my first giver of moonlight hopped off of me and trotted off to the side. I semi-collapsed to the ground, reveling in the intense emotions stirred by the unapologetic assault. From the squelching noise there was undoubtedly clumps of moonlight essence clinging around my entrance. I had a few fleeting seconds to catch my breath, then I felt a hoof shove me onto my back. A face of undisguised lust loomed over me.

"Shadow, move your ass to pin down the catcher's forelegs. Otherwise she might get blown away from the coming storm."