A Stifled Scarlett

“Why yes, Cadance, I’d love nothing more than to suck Scarlett’s love juices from your fat, hard cock,” Sektiss cooed, gazing at the tip of the Princess’ gargantuan marecock. Of course, it was the very one she’d given herself, and she was hunched forward, but she still thought it counted.

Face to face with the bloated tip of Cadance’s royal scepter, the changeling lovingly opened her mouth. Breathing upon it, she affectionately gave it a kiss. “Oh, my Princess, it’s so big! I don’t know if it will fit!” she theatrically whimpered. Sure, she may have been talking to herself, while about to suck herself off, but it didn’t matter. The only important thing, in Sektiss’ mind, was that she was about to get a throat full of Princess prick.

Smoothing its blunt head one last time, she opened her cavernous maw and slammed herself forward. The length of cock snaked into her gullet, effortlessly plunging into her esophagus. Her eyelids fluttered, as her throat bulged forth obscenely. Sektiss wasn’t done yet though, not by a long shot. Reaching down, she clutched the back of her thighs.

Contorting her torso, she pulled herself downward, driving a few extra inches of her tool past her pouting lips. To the uninitiated, Sektiss appeared to be a changeling ouroboros, feasting upon herself, although there was one thing to bear in mind; simultaneously fellating someone while being fellated was sublime.

In Sektiss’ mind, she was sucking off none other than Princess Cadance herself, which was enough to get herself off. For her, as with many, physical pleasure was closely linked to psychological stimulation. As such, even though she was blowing herself, she couldn’t have been more turned on.

Pre-cum oozed out of her member, slickening the already warm and moist confines of her throat. Eagerly, almost fanatically, Sektiss fucked her face, only slowing to take the periodic breath. She’d occasionally or cough around the dick lodged in her gullet, although it was mostly for her amusement. Her snout and face were steadily plastered by a combination of saliva and her own fluids.

As Sektiss pleasured herself, her movements slowly increased in speed. Gazing downward, past the magenta shaft, she spied the pair of ripe testes at its base. Releasing one hand, she moved it to her groin, where she caressed and gently massaged the tender orbs. Fondling her nuts, she persisted in her endeavor.

In her mind, Sektiss was violently sucking off her paramour, so she new she wasn’t going to last long. Somehow, she was able to form a mental disconnect with the situation. For her, she was simply servicing her idol, nothing more, and that was easily enough to get her off.

Feeling the tip of the Princess’ spear flare, deep within her gullet, she pushed onward. With herculean might, and a pinch of changeling pliability, she crammed the final bit of alicorn appendage into her mouth. Now, having hilted herself, with her snout jammed against the base of Cadance’s dong, she reached her limit.

Like an erupting geyser, the tool buried in her gullet began to spew forth a deluge of cum. Hot and thick, a tsunami of seed churned from her balls, up her shaft, past her lips, down her throat, and directly into her stomach. Her eyes closed dreamily, as she weight of nearly a pound of cream was deposited into her belly.

Fortunately, before she could faint from lack of oxygen, she lost her grip. Between her distended gut, and her weakened state, she fell backward. The member plugging her airway pulled free, allowing her to gasp for breath. Coughing seed and drool from her battered airway, she wearily looked down at the slickened tool between her thighs.

“Next time, I’ll do it until I black out...Next time…” Sektiss tenderly rasped, patting its girthy length...