RGRE Oneshots

Duty Bound (Explicit)

You are Aegis, the prestigious personal pegasus protector to the one and only Royal Adviser Anonymous. And right now, you’re under his desk… “Servicing” him.

The guard never trained you for this, but you can’t complain. No straight mare will complain about the taste of a healthy male. Plus, he needed this. You know he did. Having to sit and dissuade Blueblood out of yet another tax hike for hours would build stress fast.Like any good guard, you live for the wellbeing of the one you protect.

He lets out a quiet sigh and a shiver as you bob up and down, his hand combing through your un-helmeted mane. Feeling bold, you raise yourself slightly and wrap a foreleg around each of his spread legs, pulling yourself closer to him. Your own body aches for a loving touch, but you push it away. Your own wants are unimportant here.

Slowly, you overcome the human’s ludicrous stamina. His hips gently buck into your mouth and his breathless pants become more audible. He starts to swell in your mouth, then -!

The door to the office slams open, followed by heavy, angry hoof-falls.

You freeze.

”Anonymous!”

You know that voice. Of all the times Blueblood could have walked into Anon’s study, why now?!?

If he finds you like this, you’ll be discharged for sure. The damnable prince will insist you manipulated Anon in some way.

A hand on your head stops you from jumping and smashing into the bottom of the desk.

”So, what can I do for you today my Prince?” You hear Anon ask.

”Humpf. For one, you could stop with all the useless drivel you gave me earlier. The plebeians will be fine with my proposal.”

”I’m still a little unsure, my Prince.”

Oh Celestia, what do you do?!

The hand on the top of your head falls to your neck, gently pulling you forward and running your mouth along his length again.

Does he… Want you to keep going? With somepony else in the room?

Your lord is bold, you know this, but this situation is jumping right into LEWD territory. Nonetheless, you start slowly bobbing your head again, making generous use of your tongue to compensate for the lack of speed.

You try to tune out Blueblood, concentrating on the taste in your mouth and trying to find what spots were most sensitive. Though you wouldn’t be surprised if the stuck-up unicorn could smell your arousal.

The Adviser keeps running his fingers through your mane, and you vaguely hear the elbow of his other arm come to rest on the desk. Now the chatter of the two males has faded to background noise and you focus on your task.

Praying that you don’t gag, you dive down so far that your muzzle rests on his belt. So far that his tip now rests in your throat. You swallow, making the muscles around him pull and suck only to gain nothing.

His speech doesn't even waver.

Eyes watering, you pull away again, so far that you're left kissing the human’s glans. Seven more times he penetrates your throat, and on number eight, he swells again.

The hand in your mane snakes around to gently grip under your jaw, guiding you through a few rapid bobs. Then he pushes you away and himself out just far enough that only the very end of your tongue could reach.

He twitches, and a thick, white, rope of liquid jumps the gap to your open mouth, coating your tongue. The hand pulls you back down and your lips wrap around the welcome invader.

This close, you can see all the muscles in his abdomen flexing, pumping even more seed into your maw. Your eyes close as you savor the taste rapidly filling your mouth.

Look at you. A royal guard. Equestria’s elite. Suckling a shaft like a newborn does a teat. What would your father say?

You can’t bring yourself to care, honestly.

He looks down at you as the last pulses between your jaws cease, leaving your cheeks full and swollen.

You know what he wants.

Tilting your head back, baring your neck and letting his length go in one movement, you swallow all of your delectable prize in one go. His satisfied eyes follow the large lump in your throat all the way down to your belly.

Everything comes back into focus as you hear the office doors close again with a sharp “Bang!”

Blueblood must have left.

All is silent for a moment.

”Aegis?”

“Ye-!” You swallow again, getting a little you missed. “Yes my lord?”

He looks down at you with a smile. “Follow me to my chambers. I know of a certain mare who deserves a… special reward for going above and beyond the call of duty.”

The fire in your loins flares up once more.

You’ve heard of stallion servants and guards sometimes being taken as concubines by powerful VIPs. Idly, you wonder if mare concubines are a real thing.