Redux: Lineage

The two of us made our way back to Angela's house, the owner practically kicking the door in and dragging me up to her bedroom. Once locked away and on her large bed, she straddled my waist, threw her coat aside, and tore off the wrappings, exposing her heaving tits to my eyes once more. I then proceeded to do what she wanted; I firmly grasped her soft breasts, once again feeling her rigid nipples, this time hardened from excitement, dig into my palms. Her tits were soft and warm, a joy to just sit and fondle while she grinded her rapidly-wetting crotch against mine and leaned forward for a kiss as she did so.

She wrapped her arms around me, pushing into my mouth with her tongue and wrestling with mine. Hot moans of excitement and pleasure came from the both of us as I felt her wetness begin to soak through my own pants. I could smell her perfume, the scent of flowers wafting into my nostrils, giving her a burst of beauty and femininity that only made me want her more. I rolled her over onto her back and laid on top of her, tongue still lashing with hers as I stuffed my hand into her underwear, going back to massaging that velvety cunt of hers. Soft moans and gasps slipped out of her mouth and into mine as my fingers curled and flexed inside her.

I used my other hand to toy with her nipple, pinching her right one between the backs of my fingers and rolling the tip of it with my thumb while gently tugging on the erect flesh as I did so. Angela was losing her rational mind at this point, becoming a slave to the pleasure and making no movements or advancements of her own to get herself in the dominant role like she seemed so eager to have beforehand. I loved the taste of her mouth, that magical-mint flavour setting of fireworks in my mind, not to mention the feeling of her strong, wet tongue lashing against mine. My cock was erect and rigid before she'd even got her clothes off and I was desperate to get to work on her.

I stayed civil however, making sure to give her what she wanted and deserved before satisfying myself, and to accomplish that, I moved my mouth further down her body. I pulled away from her maw, running my tongue down her collarbone, over her breasts, and down to her shredded abdomen, gently kissing the muscle she'd worked so hard to perfect. I made it no secret that a woman that was in shape was more attractive to me than any of the dainty flowers I'd seen around Canterlot before, and Angela was one of the best examples I'd seen.

She wasn't too burly, wasn't too skinny, and had the right amount of size on her to still be powerful yet not freakishly large. The almost chiseled nature of her body drove me crazy. I continued to kiss her stomach as I clamped both hands onto her breasts once more, licking and kissing her belly button as if it were her mouth. Heavy pants of excitement escaped from the mighty mage's maw as she wrapped her strong legs around my torso. She locked her ankles together and, as a result, me in place and settled in for the long haul. I moved my hands down from her breasts to her sides, gently massaging her hips and waist with my strong fingers and probing and rubbing her muscle as I did so.

She exhaled quietly as I did so, her ragged breathing settling down to a much more relaxed fashion as the sexy foreplay cooled down to a much more gentle, romantic form of massage with loving kisses and warm touches to keep the fire going, but not blaze out of control.

"You're good at this," she said, running her hands through my hair as I massaged her body.

"I've got a lot of practice," I chuckled, running my tongue over her hips as I massaged circles with my thumbs on her lower abdomen. "You're absolutely gorgeous, you know that?"

"Mhm, thank you," she giggled, patting me on the head. "A lot of the boys in my youth hated the fact I was in shape."

"Probably jealous that you could be manlier than they were," I said, gently tugging her pants down her legs while planting a soft, wet kiss on her shaved crotch, getting a small gasp of excitement from her followed by a small shiver down her body as I ran my tongue so close to her snatch.

"You don't mind?" she asked.

"I like it," I smirked, moving my fingers over to her crotch and massaging it. "It makes you look strong. I like strong women."

"Good," she smirked, her eyes fluttering as I once again dragged my tongue over her crotch. "Mind going the full way down?"

"Not at all," I smirked, pulling her pants down her legs and off over her boots, soon pulling the leather items off afterwards and spreading her legs wide open.

She didn't shy away from being spread, didn't attempt to cover herself, and didn't look nervous. That was a good sign; it meant she was experienced and confident. She knew what to do, how to do it, and wasn't ashamed of herself. She was strong, confident, and skilled. If she kept being this perfect, I might have to marry her someday. I stared down at her gorgeous pussy, my mouth watering as the scent of it wafted up into my nostrils. Angela then put pressure on the back of my head to get me into my meal as quick as possible.

I followed her will, running my tongue over her soft labia, the taste of her juice setting off sparks in my head, just as a shiver ran down her spine. She applied more pressure, showing that she didn't want a gentle licking, but really wanted me to dig in to what she was offering, so I didn't hold back. I practically fused my mouth to her cunt, forcefully pushing my tongue past her lower lips and deep into her tight insides, the smell and taste of her only making me lick harder, stretching my tongue out as far as it could and licking her insides as hard as possible, pushing her tight walls further and further apart.

Angela seemed to enjoy this very much, throwing her head back and moaning quietly as her wet pussy soaked the sides of my mouth as I continued to eat her out. I felt her lubricant dribble down my chin as she began to grind her snatch against my mouth, gyrating softly against mouth against my licks. I moved a hand from her stomach down to her clit, gently rubbing the fleshy nub with the flat of my thumb and making her groan again, and her legs twitch and tense in response to the rough contact. The spot on the bed beneath us had become soaked with Angela's sweat and pussy drippings, her hands clenching tightly at the bedsheets.

I began to move my jaw with the licks at this point, merely keeping my tongue erect and solid and lapping as deep inside her as I could. I then used my second hand to finger her pussy just above my tongue, pushing her insides even further apart than before, soaking my tongue and both hands with her sweet-tasting nectar; it was evident that I was pushing her pretty close to her breaking point. Sweat was clinging to her body now, as the smell of it mixed with the delicious aroma of her cunt, hitting the back of my throat and making me growl like a hungry animal; this made me pick up the speed of my licking and fingering, as I was desperate to get her to burst her dam.

And burst she did; biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, she reached an orgasm that shook her entire body, locking up her muscles and launching her head back in a loud, aroused, and extremely satisfied moan. She remained still for a long moment, panting heavily as she lay in her own wet patch, allowing me to remove myself from her cunt and properly strip off before lying down on top of her. Rubbing my cock against her muscular abdomen, I locked lips with her once again, kissing her for both the pleasure of it and to let her get a taste of her own cunt.

We soon broke apart again, with Angela lying still on her back and getting air into her lungs for several moments before she chuckled quietly, patting me on the leg as I sat between hers.

"I... cannot remember... the last time I... I did this," she managed to wheeze out. "And with... with somebody as good... at it as you."

"Thanks," I said with a smile. "And you're welcome, I guess."

"Alright then, lover boy," she said, sitting up and looking at me, a line of sweat that trickled down her cleavage getting my attention. "Where are we going from here?"

"Mind returning the favour?" I asked her.

"Of course not," she said with a nod. "Any particulars?"

"Just that I get to do you again at the same time," I said, lying down at the top of the bed and allowing her to crawl on top of me, swinging a leg over my face and parking her still-dripping cunt just above my mouth.

"Such a generous young man," she said, wrapping a hand around my cock and pulling down my foreskin, her warm, soft touch sending a soothing and arousing feeling throughout my loins.

"I try," I shrugged, burying my tongue back inside her wetness before she placed the head of my cock into her mouth, sucking gently on the enormous tip while using her hands to stroke the base of it.

I was able to go on muscle memory at this point, using my tongue and fingers inside her to hit the usual points and positions that made women feel good. With this, I was able to focus on Angela's mouth work, getting a real sense of her skill from how she used her tongue, lips, and the back of her throat to really give it to me good. I soon started bucking my hips into her mouth, feeling the head of my cock plunge in and out of her gullet, forcing her to practically swallow a few good inches of my cock as I did so.

It seemed that ancient mages really knew how to suck dick from what I'd seen from Celana and Angela, and as much as I tried not to, I was making mental notes about which witch was the badder bitch. That title seemed to go to Celana so far; while both of them had mouths that most men would kill for, Celana was a woman that enjoyed sucking cock while Angela was a woman that wanted to be polite. It was the difference between eating pussy because your lover asked you to and doing it because you enjoyed it. If both parties were just as into the meal, it was better for them both.

That being said, the feeling of Angela's tight, wet mouth bobbing up and down on my cock, hearing short breaths slip out from gaps around her mouth and my monster cock, and her soft, strong hands working the base of my dick was a delight and a great pleasure. She was taller than Celana was, so she was much more nimble in her movements as well as being able to take more of the length easier. Unlike Celana however, Angela worked true magic with the head of my cock, using strong lips and great tongue-work to really get me groaning and slicking her tongue with pre as her hands moved further up the rest of the inches.

I felt my own orgasm building in the base of my cock at this point, drawing heavier breaths as the pleasure of Angela's near-perfect mouth brought me closer and closer to the edge. Now I was giving her mouth a deep fucking, resulting in her gagging and choking slightly on the enormous cock in her throat. This process lasting a good minute before I blew my load in her throat, dumping its entirety into her maw. Angela pulled her mouth off my cock after a while, heavy breaths falling from her lungs as she rolled off me and looked up at me with a wide smile on her face as she spoke.

"That was quite the load," she said. "You been saving it?"

"Surprisingly, no," I shrugged, getting up and moving towards her, massaging her labia with my fingers as she got her breath back.

She moaned softly, resting her head on the sheets as she grinded her crotch against my hand, once again slathering my fingers in her lady cum as she rode on the wave of pleasure it brought her.

"So..." she said after a while. "Ready for the big finish?"

"Whenever you are," I nodded. "Mind if I lead?"

"Haven't had a problem with it so far," she shrugged. "How do you want it?"

"Come here," I directed, lying down on my stomach and directing her over to me. "Seem fine?"

"Seems fine indeed," she chuckled, kissing me again once more before straddling my waist and grinding my cock against her opening, the heat of her wetness making me bite my lip in anticipation. "Here's hoping it fits."

With that, she picked herself up and slid down onto my cock, a slow, quiet moan escaping her mouth as the entire length slid deep inside her. A moan of equal enjoyment slid through my teeth as her tight, young snatch clamped down around my cock. I slid my hands onto that thick ass of hers, beginning to gently buck my hips forward and squeezing the thick, white flesh as I watched Angela's enormous tits begin to bounce. She put her own work in as well, leaning forward and pressing her tits into my face as she began to expertly pump herself up and down my cock, my crotch slamming into her fat ass as my dick hilted itself inside her repeatedly.

I wrapped one arm around her waist, feeling the sweat of exertion clinging to her back as I held her tightly. I felt her snake her arms around my neck and really push her big, bouncy tits into my face. I gritted my teeth, each buck of my hips given an extra push by the bounciness of the bed. The sounds of wet flesh and horny moans filled the darkened room as I clamped my mouth onto one of Angela's nipples and sucked on the erect flesh. Angela moaned loudly at the pleasurable feeling before, yet again, adding more gyration to her thrusts.

I had to give the woman credit; she wasn't an amateur at this kind of thing. She worked her hips and pussy like a woman that had trained for years, outdoing nearly every other woman I'd fucked by her sheer muscle control. I moved her back slightly, wanting to see the muscles on her abdomen knot and flex as she spun her waist around. I moved my hands down to her hips and began grinding into her, her wetness spilling down the shaft of my cock and onto my crotch. The scent of sex was heavy, mixing in the air with sweat to make a beautiful aroma as I saw more sweat trickle down Angela's perfect body, in which she swept her hair out of her face.

I got an even better look at her blushing face, her mouth agape and beautiful emerald eyes filled with moisture. The woman seemed to be about eight more pumps away from drooling down her chin as she could barely keep her tongue in her mouth. Her head was lax and rolling as we fucked, moans and gasps of pleasure given jumps and jitters as the power of my thrusts caused her entire body to bounce; those big tits, now free and moving, bounced in a hypnotic fashion once again.

I could feel nothing more than bliss as I continued to pound Angela's tight snatch. Quiet growls and animalistic urges ran free inside me, causing me to tightly grasp her wide hips and pump my cock into her as hard as fast as I could. The bed shook, hitting furiously against the wall as I ploughed the beautiful woman, and the sweat of exertion drenched the two of us and soaked the bed deeper and deeper as we continued to fuck. Feeling my second orgasm building inside me, I moved to a more dominant position, pushing Angela down onto her back with my hands still gripping her waist and fucking her as hard as I could.

That orgasm soon came as fast and hard as I did, blowing a second load deep into Angela's womb. The ancient mage came as I did, biting her lip once more and screwing her eyes shut while her fingers gripped the sheets hard enough to turn her knuckles white as her body locked up for the second time. She shivered and trembled with carnal bliss as I emptied my balls inside her, eventually pulling out and allowing the overfill to spill out onto the bed sheets. Panting in exhaustion, I fell back against the headboard once more.

My senses were wilding at this point, smelling the sweet, thick aroma of sex while my ears felt like they were blocked; sounds weren’t coming through clearly and my eyes were unable to focus on anything besides blurred shapes. I soon returned to my senses and saw Angela sit up with a wide smile on her face and wipe her sweaty face on what little of the sheets were still dry before crawling over to me and kissing me passionately before settling down on my lap.

"Am... am I gonna need to ask Luna for some contraceptive chews?" she asked me, referring to the small pellets alchemists brewed up that would shut down a woman's reproductive organs for a few hours to prevent conception during sex.

"No, don't worry about it," I said, hugging her close to me and enjoying the clammy sensation of her sweaty body pressed against mine. "I'm essentially sterile."

"Oh..." she said, looking up at me with a semi-guilty expression. "Do you mind if I make a confession?"

"No?" I said in a questioning manner.

"I'm sorry for using you like this," she said, scratching the back of her head awkwardly.

"What do you mean?"

"I... I kinda wanted to fuck anything, really. Sort of a dry run to get used to sex again," she said. "I feel like I gave you the wrong impression here... I don't really want this to pan out into anything more."

"You just wanted a one night stand then?" I asked.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I'm still up for killing Heimili, don't forget that... but I don't really wanna be romantic with you. I'm sure you're a great guy and all, don't get me wrong... but I don't wanna be your girlfriend."

"Please don't be insulted by this," I shrugged. "But I don't want you to be my girlfriend either. I don't really want one to begin with."

"Oh... that's good to hear," she said with a smile. "I was a little afraid you thought that this was the start of, well, something, y'know?"

"Trust me, Angela," I smirked. "I'm a bigger slut than you are. I think I'd rather die than tie my hand and my dick to a single woman."

"Hey," she said, pouting at me. "I'm not a slut."

"Angela, I'm more acquainted with your vagina than I am with your hobbies," I pointed out.

"Alright, fine. I'm a little bit of a slut," she shrugged. "So, we understand each other, right? We fucked, then we work together?"

"Simple and clean," I nodded. "Though am I allowed to say one thing?"

"Shoot."

"Whoever does end up putting a ring on your finger is in line for one of the best pussies I've ever seen," I admitted, putting no word of a lie into that sentence.

"Such a charmer," she said, kissing me on the cheek once more. "Come on then, fuck-boy. Let's get us a dragon killed."