With each step, Pine Spruce could hear his heart hammering in his ears like the steady beat of Royal Guard drum cadences. His hooves pounded against the forest floor beneath them, dead leaves and fallen twigs rustled and snapped, announcing his flight through the forest to any about.
More importantly, guiding her to him like a dinner bell.
Pine Spruce shivered as a warm, phantom breath washed over the back of his neck, sending his deep brown coat standing on end. The black collar around his neck felt cool to the touch, that shiver worsening as he thought of all those times her fangs had nipped and teased around it.
She was coming. Drawing nearer and nearer with each step, each second that passed.
A hiss from somewhere behind him—and not far, at that—made his ears splay and tail flick excitedly. He felt it again. That phantom breath upon his neck, her long, muscular forked tongue running along his collarbone and a gentle kiss and sharp, teasing nip of teeth. The phantom memories of her expert touch enough to make his blood boil and very skin tingle for it again.
For her again.
All well-trained. All the result of many such hunts, all efforts to escape her wiles, her touch, her sensuality in vain, and all over so quickly.
Not today.
Today, he escaped her clutches just in the nick of time. He’d escaped that little cottage she’d tricked him into deep in one of the playrooms, in spite of all her nips, her teasing tongue—oh, why did just the thought of her make him long for more?
He knew. Of course he knew.
But he wouldn’t admit it. Not now. Not when he was so close to his goal, to victory over her, for once.
Just a bit further.
Pine skirted around an oak tree trunk so quickly his hind legs nearly slipped out from under him, drawing an angry curse. Precious seconds lost were his enemy. She would close the distance far quicker than he could regain it. She always did.
Always.
Already, he could feel her lips pressed against the back of his neck, curved into a wicked smile as she teased the tips of her fangs between his shoulder blades …
Not this time! This time, he’d make it to the safe point! This time, he’d make it there and the tables would turn and it would be her who suffered his whims for a change!
Just a little farther, he told himself, willing his burning muscles not to fail and poor lungs to keep up their good work. Her hunts always wore him out like nothing else—even his first day of basic training. Just a little farther and then we’re safe! Just need to get to the hill!
Something hard hit him full in the side, sending him sprawling into a sideways roll with a yelp and flailing legs. Strong, chitinous hooves pinned his shoulders to the forest floor before he could blink, she straddled his barrel and leered down at him, her purple, slitted eyes alight with lust and predatory glee. Her powder-violet mane was dampened with sweat and wildly mussed up, a fanged grin split her beautiful face.
“Well, well, well,” she purred. Her forked tongue lashed along either side of her snout and tickled his nose. “Look what I’ve caught.”
Pine whimpered. His loins stirred at her touch, how she sat back and rolled her hips to tease him with her warm, supple rear. “L-L-Lilith, please!” he stammered.
Queen Lilith’s eyes dazzled like twinkling stars. She leaned forward to nip his nose, another throaty purr rolling in the back of her throat at how he whined and squirmed beneath her. “Hush, my dear Pine Spruce. You know full well you deserve this. You’ve been a very—” again, she nipped her nose, adding a slow lick “—very naughty pet, running from your mistress.” She pecked his lips, then turned to trail fluffy kisses and sharp nips along his jawline, assailing his most sensitive spots with expert precision as she cut a path toward his vulnerable ears.
Much like her hunts, Lilith adored dragging such teasing out as long as possible. Right until he broke and begged for her, whether it be at home or here in the Society’s Crystal Empire branch playrooms.
Pine gasped and writhed beneath her body, his eyes screwed shut and chest heaving. He bit his lip hard. He could feel his loins stir again, the cool air kissing the tip of his head as it peeked forth from his sheath.
Her teeth found that spot just beneath his jaw. Pine could do little but moan and buck his hips, pressing his length against her thigh as it came forth, hard as a rock for his mistress.
A throaty hum of approval tickled his ears. Lilith nuzzled his right ear and traced the edge with the tips of her tongue. “Oh, little pet, I’m afraid you’ve been far too naughty for me to let you off the hook so easily, delicious though you are.” She sighed into his ear, her breath hot and heady, then teased the tip with her fangs. “But fear not, my sweet pet—I’ll get a taste of your lovely friend, and you—” her knee brushed against his cock, slowly pressing along his length. Pine felt his breath catch. “You’ll get the release you’ve been craving all week.”
Lilith’s lips closed upon his ear. Humming, she suckled and probed about with her tongue before it plunged deep. His verdant eyes shot wide and mouth opened in a choked gasp. A long lap, a deft flick to tease the tips against it, each swirl and deft massaging shattered his resolve and any hope of pretending.
How could he pretend his mistress didn’t make his body sing for her each and every day they were together?
A needy, breathy, incoherent plea spilled forth from his lips. Pine arched his back and loosed a cry, his hooves scraping the ground for purchase, something to grip while she tormented him so.
Exactly the chance she’d been waiting for.
A victorious purr tickled his ear in ways that made him buck his hips and press against her. Lilith kissed just beneath it, her hoof trailed a slow path down his shoulder, caressing his strong muscles until it pinned his wrist to the forest floor, gently, yet firm enough that he couldn’t hope to squirm free. Her teeth nipped at his ear again, then her lips pressed into the crook of his neck, then his shoulder. Another lick, another nip, Pine Spruce moaned and turned his head toward her, his lips ready for a kiss she wouldn’t yet give.
He saw her cheeks bulge, like a foal trying to hide sweets. All too late did he realize what she had in store for him.
His cock twitched as she spat a glob of thick, gelatinous slime which struck his hoof with a loud squelch-splat and stuck it to the ground.
Instinct kicked in almost immediately. Pine tried to tug himself free, as he always did whenever she felt so … domineering. And just as was ever the case, a rather rude, obnoxious sound of melted rubber protesting being stretched to the limit, his hoof only came a few inches from the floor before it was snapped back into place.
His efforts earned a kiss just beneath his ear. “Naughty pet,” she whispered again, nipping the edge. “Making me hunt him all over my forest, now he tries to escape my slime?” Lilith kissed his head and nuzzled into his verdant mane, then her teeth found his right ear. Her tongue traced the edge and slithered inside, coaxing forth another gasping whine and roll of his hips. The cool air stung his length, his only reprieve was to grind and pressed against her thighs.
Pine could feel her smile against the side of his head, even as she kissed her way down to his shoulder, her left hoof already holding his in place while her right came up to cup his cheek. She pressed her lips into his, letting out a hot breath through her nose which washed over his face. Her tongue expertly pried his lips apart and teased along his, coiling around until his eyes rolled and he moaned into her mouth.
Then she pulled away, her cheeks already full of slime once more, and spat again. The glob of warm, sticky slime struck true.
He was trapped. At the mercy of the lustful predator straddling his waist and rolling her hips against his.
That fanged, gleaming smile sent shivers down his spine.
By Celestia, did he want to feel those teeth against his coat again.
Lilith nuzzled along his jawline, humming, she kissed and bit here and there. All at random, all expertly placed. His needy whine earned a soft kiss upon his snout. “Yes,” she crooned, her voice taking on a deep, melodious quality that seemed to echoing his ears, deep into his mind. “That’s it, my dear. You’ve longed for this all week.” Another sweet kiss, one that ended all too soon. His lips burned, his face was alight and skin tingled at her every touch. “You revel in submitting to your Queen, don’t you?”
The burn began to spread throughout his veins, all over him. It was everywhere, just beneath the skin. In places the cool air just couldn’t sate, yet somehow made worse. Her touch was his only reprieve, and even then, brief. Every spot her hooves wandered and caressed, the spot on either flank she loved to grope sang with each touch, then seemed to cry for more.
She was a drug. Completely intoxicating, a fix he had to have.
Was it any wonder he kept coming back for more? Any at all that he fell so hard for a mare as addictive as she?
A sudden trailing of her warm tongue beneath his chin drew a gasp. His eyes shot open to meet those beautiful amethysts which so consumed his dreams.
They glowed a light, eerie green. The tingling beneath his skin redoubled and seeped its way deep into his mind. Pine let out a gasp, he could feel her entering, like her touch could reach him through coat, flesh, and bone to caress his very being. His breath came short and ragged.
She was in.
His heart hammered within his chest, faster than when he’d been running. All that tingling, the sweet caresses of hoof and magic built within his chest until they were given voice in a deep moan on the back of his throat. But never once did he break eye contact. He couldn’t. Not until she allowed it.
A tremor rippled through his belly, while a shiver ran down his spine. His tail flicked nervously.
Lilith’s eyes gleamed. She sealed his lips in a heated kiss, his gasp granted her the perfect chance to slither her tongue in to encircle and massage his once more, turning it into a heady moan and grind of his hips. Her approving purr vibrated within their mouths, echoing and teasing about inside his head.
He could feel her hold strengthening. Gentle, alluring, yet powerful. His tail flicked again, even as he pressed his length against her and whined.
With a heady chuckle, she broke the kiss, pausing to lick his lips clean of spittle. Lilith let her hooves wander low, teasing and caressing his sides. “Has my pet been naughty this week?” she whispered, her voice taking on an echoing quality that made his entire body, his very soul beg.
Pine’s legs wrapped around her waist before he could realize. Her spell was strong and only growing more so. His resolve, all apprehension within, was crumbling by the second. He could hear a voice—hers—whispering in his head, coaxing him to speak freely. Why fight it? Why hide? There was no need for such silly boundaries, not between he and Lilith.
his mistress wanted to know, she would never fault him for speaking the truth.
Unbidden, his lips began to move with a hint of a quiver. “Y-Yes!” he squeaked.
“Dear me,” she mused, a flicker of feigned sternness flashed across her features—heavens, even that made his loins ache. As quickly as it came it was gone, and wicked mischief and lust returned in full. Lilith nibbled his bottom lip, drawing close so those gorgeous, glowing eyes dominated his vision and drew him deeper, ever deeper into her spell. “What a wicked pet you are, keeping such things from me, Pine Spruce.”
A wave of tingling pleasure rippled through his body. Pine felt his cock throb at her words, her scolding. She wanted to know. She wanted him to give voice to his every desire for her.
By Celestia’s crown, she wanted all of him and more.
That melodious voice coaxed him further, phantom lips kissed and teased his ears as her actual hooves squeezed his rump, and her hips rolled against his.
Pine cried out, grinding hard against her. His lips moved, the words spilling forth before he could catch them. “I-I-I’m sorry, mistress!” he stammered. “I meant n—nnooooooh!—n-no offense!”
Her lips, her teeth found his chest. She nipped and kissed his fluffy, unkempt coat. “Yet you kept yourself from me, dear one. Until we came here, our little home away from home.”
Scolding again. Light and teasing, yet her magic helped to seep into his thoughts to caress him with such deft precision as her hooves, to fill his ears like a sweet song impossible to unheard.
And impossible not to join.
The sound of rubber stretching and snapping back into place reached him. He whined and writhed. Where were his hooves? Why couldn’t he embrace and hold his mistress close?
Slime, he recalled. She’d bound his hooves in slime, just before she began her game.
And such a lovely, delicious game it was, her voice whispered throughout his head.
Pine’s body shook. His eyes went as wide as dinner plates. The stallion tried to speak, he tried to call out, but his throat felt tight. His voice just wouldn’t work. A weak, muffled whimper escaped his lips. Something wasn’t right. Deep within him, something wasn’t right and he knew it—he could feel it in his bones.
A kiss to his belly nearly chased those doubts away. Lilith ran her tongue along his coat, her warm saliva matting his coat. Her eyes stayed locked with his as she slowly, deliberately showed her sharp teeth and leaned down to nip at his pelvis. Pine squirmed and bucked his hips, his eyes itching to clench shut but unable.
It would rob him of the sight of hers. Such beautiful, alluring eyes.
“How ever should I discipline this naughty pet?” Lilith crooned. Her left hoof slid down his leg, coaxing it to release from around her waist, before her right gently pried his other out from around her hind leg. With a throaty chuckle, she nuzzled and kissed his pelvis. Her warm breath played tantalizing games across his coat. “Mm, but how can I decide that when I don’t know just how much you’ve been hiding?”
Another wave, his lips quivered again. Two sides waged war within him. The first, her voice, sweet, melodious, and alluring, calling for him to tell her every last one of his fantasies of her. None were too lewd, too indecent for his mistress. She wanted it, all of it.
All of him.
But the second was something from a place deeper within. An urge as deeply ingrained as his want for release.
Her lips brushed against the tip. Lilith opened her mouth and let her tongue loll out, displaying its full length to him before she ran its entirety up his shaft, from the very base to the head, where she lightly kissed and blew. “Tell me,” she whispered breathily.
That cool breath drew a ragged cry. The flurry of kisses back down his shaft, the teasing little licks and flicks of her forked tongue before she breathed a sigh and nuzzled him stoked the fires within his chest and loins. His cock throbbed, the pressure of the coming release building within. The voice crooned in his ear. Tell her. All he had to do was tell her and she’d grant his wishes.
Pine felt his lips begin to move of their own, forming the words.
His body shook again. That something within him screamed in protest. Whatever it was, it didn’t like this. Some part of him, hardwired into his very being, felt every bit of this was wrong.
A slow lick nearly destroyed its hold, another flurry of kisses back to the base made him buck and writhe against his bonds. The changeling Queen let her tongue tease and flick against him again before wrapping around the base to massage and stroke, like she planned to milk him with it.
The voices fought, her sweet tones heavy and heady, whispering promises to fulfill him. But the other was far older and deeper ingrained in Pine Spruce.
His lips quivered. “T-T-T—”
Slowly, Lilith drew her tongue back into her mouth, letting the warm wetness drag along his member so it made his voice die off in a moan. “Yes, dear pet?” she whispered, kissing his tip, then lapped at the precum drooling forth. “Come now, tell me.”
“T-T-T …” His eyes were wide, his body quaking. Pine’s tail lashed across the forest floor, his muscles tensing and relaxing at odd intervals. Those voices argued still. Oh, how he adored the things she did to him!
But how wrong this was!
A ragged whine sounded in the back of his throat. “T-Timber!” he choked out. “Timber—Timber!”
In an instant, the pull of her magic left his mind. Whether it was realtime or a trick of her spell, he couldn’t be certain. But in that instant, the lustful smile, the heated gaze, the deft touches and teasing licks all evaporated.
His loving Queen moved in a blur, her fangs sliced through the slime bonds holding his hooves before she pulled him up into a seated position and wrapped him in a tight embrace. Her nose pressed against his, those beautiful purple eyes shone with concern.
Pine’s entire body began to shake. He whimpered, pressing against her. “T-T-Tower …”
“Shhhh, shh-shh!” A gentle hoof ran through his messy green mane. Lilith pecked his lips. “It’s okay. You’re okay, Pine. I’m here. It’s all over, I’ve got you.” Her hug tightened, she guided his head to rest upon her shoulder. “Breathe, sweetheart. Deep breaths.”
Deep breaths. Yes. Breathing was good. Breathing would make his heart stop racing and body quit shaking.
But not before his lips finally formed the word:
“Timberwolf.”
Pine felt her press her snout into the crook of his neck, the tips of her fangs pricked his skin as she began to rock him slowly.
The walk back through the forest, down that winding dirt path she’d chased him along, passed him by in a blur. Pine’s eyes were downcast or shut through most of it, trying his best to fight off the trembling in his shoulders. But try as he might, his efforts failed. His ears splayed back against his scalp and messy verdant tail tucked between his legs, abashed.
They were supposed to be enjoying some fun together, he and Lilith. A run through the forest and hunt had always been their flirting, and her bonds and domineering nature the flavor to their love. That little bit of her charm, the tingle down his spine and burn throughout his skin as she assailed him with her affections was everything he craved and more.
But when it went farther …
His throat tightened, another shiver ran down his spine.
Lilith kept him close as they walked, her hoof squeezing his in comfort. She led him out of the forest, through the door marked “Forest Room No. 7” and out into the hallway where a flurry of other changelings and ponies of all sorts were milling about, some in collars and tags like his, others in masks.
Though he didn’t raise his head, he knew each paused to offer at least a slight bow or nod of their head to his mistress, and she a nod in return. While all were considered equal in the Society, its members tended to maintain their respect toward any member of royalty to walk through its doors, regardless of race or preference. All the Society cared for was pleasure, devotion, and consent.
And he’d just called one of their safe words.
Consent had been withdrawn, and Lilith had acted quickly. Far quicker than any of his previous partners.
She led him down the corridor to a flight of crystal stairs, then up two levels, guiding him along without a word of urging or tug of her hoof. She didn’t so much as try to hasten their pace. Instead, she matched his the whole way. A small nicety that did not go unnoticed, nor did their destination.
He felt uncomfortable, so Lilith would take him to a safe room. At his pace, no less.
A small gesture which drove him to brush his shoulder against hers in thanks.
When they finally reached the safe room, Lilith turned the lock with a flick of her shimmering green magic and, without a backward glance, guided him to sit on the couch. With a gentle kiss and hushed whisper, she asked, “Can I get anything for you?”
Pine kept his head bowed low. He wasn’t supposed to be so finicky. He was a guardspony, for Celestia’s sake! Shining Armor himself had trained him!
Yet, here he was. Shivering, eyes downcast, and sitting on a couch in a safe room.
“Tea,” he muttered softly. His eyes flitted up to meet hers. Pine ducked his head, adding, “Your brew. If they have it.”
Of course they had it. The Society catered to every whim and appetite—sexual or not.
Traditional changeling tea? Easy.
Lilith offered a small smile, pressing her lips to his forehead and squeezing his hoof once more before she trotted off to prepare their tea. All the while, he stayed silent, his eyes fell down to the glimmering purple-blue floor beneath his hooves. Another shiver ran through his body.
The shrill whistling of the kettle made his ears twitch and lay flat. He ducked his head, he could hear the clinking of glassware as she gathered everything together, then the trickle of boiling water being poured into a ceramic teapot. The scent of mixed herbs, a hint of citrus, and cornflowers, fresh from the nearby Aurora Forest, wafted to his nose—the changelings did love their foresty, floral teas. And always with more sugar than he could stand.
At least Lilith let him spoon in his own. If he wasn’t indisposed.
The changeling Queen set a small tray with a plain white teapot and two matching cups down on a small coffee table before the couch, and set about pouring and preparing a cup for each of them. She even made certain to only put two sugar cubes into his—just the way he always took it.
A debate on taste they’d had for ages. Put on hold for one day, it would seem.
As Lilith stirred his tea, Pine licked his dried lips. His shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry,” he muttered softly.
Her hoof froze in mid stir. Lilith turned to fix him with a quizzical look, her brows nearly disappearing beneath her bangs. “What ever for?” she asked slowly. A hint of suspicion, warning, even, crept into her tone.
Pine shifted about in his seat. What came next would upset her—there was little doubt of that.
But he had to say it. He’d been the one to call “Timberwolf.”
The stallion shrunk in his seat. “I’m sorry I’m so finicky,” he replied.
“Pine Spruce,” Lilith said, her tone taking on a dangerous edge, “you aren’t—”
“I was. I am.” His eyes clenched shut. “I’m sorry. I agreed to all of it when we were on our way over, and I was enjoying … a lot of it. But … Celestia, I’m supposed to be a guard, not a foal!”
A strong hoof gripped his chin and jerked his head upward. Purely out of reflex, his eyes shot wide open to find hers boring into him, glowing an angry green.
Lilith took a deep breath through her nose. Then another. Slowly, like dying embers, the glow dimmed. She closed her eyes for a moment, her nostrils flaring. Setting her jaw, she took a third breath, then spoke slowly, enunciating each syllable with care, as though speaking to one of the nymphs in her own hive, or a foal from the Empire, “You are not finicky. You are not a foal. And you most certainly are not at fault.” She opened her eyes again, fixing him with a glare heated enough to curdle milk, floating the teacup over to hover before him. “Drink,” she commanded.
Pine Spruce grabbed the teacup faster than he could blink. “Yes, mistress,” he squeaked instinctively.
A flicker if irritation flashed across her face, gone in an instant. “Don’t call me that,” she scolded. “Not until this conversation is over—and we are having a conversation, beloved.”
Beloved. Not “pet,” not “sweetheart,” not even that mocking “my dear Pine” she so loved to slip into their games. Beloved.
The stallion tried to make himself smaller. Oh, he’d upset her quite a bit.
Licking his lips, he nodded. “Sorry, Lilith.”
“Stop apologizing, first of all. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for to begin with.” Though her tone was clipped, he could hear a note of concern within. A sort of stern love. That other side of her he fell in love with after spending time together outside the Society’s walls—Queen Lilith, the one who ruled a full hive of changelings with a firm, yet tender hoof.
A gentle, chitinous hoof caressing his cheek cut off his rumination. Her purple eyes flashed with concern. “Second,” she said softly, “and, frankly, only tangental to this discussion, where are we, Pine? What is law here?”
His shoulders slumping, Pine Spruce ducked his head. “The Clocktower Society,” he mumbled. “Consent is law. Yours and mine.”
“Exactly. Meaning that if you’re uncomfortable …”
The sentence hung in the air unfinished. She was waiting, prompting him.
Pine squirmed beneath her gaze. “That calling Timberwolf is encouraged, and never looked down upon.” His tail flicked. “But—”
“Nothing,” she interrupted, arching a stern brow. “But nothing. You have nothing to be ashamed of or apologize for, you silly stallion. Quite the opposite.” Lilith pressed her lips against her nose in a tender kiss. When she drew back, she said, “I do. I know how you feel about my charms, and I know how you like being put under a little bit to get that rush, but I was … excited.” Her tongue lashed along her snout. “You are … well … hunting you is just a thrill I can’t describe, Pine.”
He could feel his cheeks burning, his brown coat turning a deep burgundy as a blush colored his face. “I-I’m flattered you feel that way.”
“Good. However, there’s something you’ve forgotten it seems.” Lilith frowned. The excited, heady tone left her voice all together. “Our deal.”
The stallion winced. Changelings were many things. Tricky, mischievous, predatory, and passionate to a fault. When they loved something, they pursued it with vigor. When they lusted after another, that lucky lover would know devotion and pleasure the likes of which none could match.
Deals, though, were a matter they took quite seriously. Whatever the hive called them—some boons, some deals, some trades, and some bargains—they were made with an equivalent exchange in mind, and followed to the very letter of their wording. Theirs had been … different than most.
Changeling deals with their lovers often were. And Pine had just broken part of theirs.
If she weren’t holding his chin, he would’ve hung his head and avoided her gaze altogether.
Lilith’s frown deepened a touch. She had no intention of letting him avoid the topic. “What was our deal, Pine Spruce?”
Another wince. His hoof reached up to brush against the golden lock dangling from his collar, tracing along her mark—a heart set upon gossamer wings. “I promised to be true to myself no matter what and to give you all I was willing,” he recited from memory. “And you promised to be respectful, but true to your wishes, and give me what I offered and more in return.”
The beautiful smile he knew and loved so returned in force. “Yes, beloved.” Lilith kissed his nose again. “I accepted that deal in exchange for our romance. And I expect you to honor it.” Gently, she flicked a hoof across his snout, drawing a yelp and scrunching of his nose. She chuckled and stole another kiss, this time to his lips. “And you will honor it, Pine, especially being true to yourself. Especially when we are playing together here. Agreed?”
There was hardly a choice. Or, rather, there was. But he’d made it already.
Twice over, in fact.
A sheepish smile flitted across his muzzle. His blush reached his neck. “Agreed.”
“Agreed, what?” she asked teasingly.
Pine laughed. “Agreed, mistress.”
“Good boy.” Lilith drew him in for another kiss, halting just as their lips began to brush together. “Because if that’s not clear,” she purred, her eyes glowing, “then I’ll have no choice but to punish this handsome, delectable stallion until he screams both his vows and pleasure to fill my bedchambers.”
His blush reached the very tips of his ears, a tremor of arousal ran through his belly and made his loins stir once more.
Perhaps, that lustful part of him rumbled, testing the waters would be worth the risk.
“Y-Y-Yes, mistress,” he squeaked, his mind racing at the prospect of what such punishment might entail. So many images flitted before his eyes, each more sensuous, more seductive than the last. A hint of daring filled his chest. Pine Spruce met her eyes and affixed what he hoped to be his most transparently faux innocent expression. “B-B-But what if I wasn’t entirely sure?”
Her eyes glittered. Again, she ran her long tongue along either side of her snout. “I would order this insolent pet to finish his tea,” came her throaty reply. “Then, I would give him a thorough tongue lashing and disciplining until he was little more than a quivering, moaning puddle of pleasure in my bed. And then, after he regained his senses, I would ask again and—” purring she licked his nose “—repeat as necessary.”
Pine Spruce fought to keep an eager smile off his face, his efforts betrayed by his cock emerging slowly from his sheath. “I-I think …” He brought the cup to his lips and drained it in one shot. “I’m not entirely sure then, mistress.”
With a lustful hiss, Lilith pounced, pinning him to the couch and sealing his lips in a forceful kiss before he could blink. The stallion let loose a breathy laugh as he wrapped his hooves around her neck and ground against her, his tail swishing across the couch.
By the time the night ended, he wasn’t entirely sure he agreed. But, Pine decided, he would happily submit himself to remedial lessons.
At his mistress’s pleasure, of course.
