Property of the Queen

As it inevitably does, a sunbeam in the face drags you reluctantly out of slumber. You blink owlishly at the solar intrusion and bring your left arm over your eyes. I takes you a moment to notice the lack of pain from this action. You seem to have recovered to a degree from yesterday if such an action no longer causes you grief.

The next thing you notice is your regular, early morning need to shit. And a third thing is brought to your attention when you try to shuffle out of bed: the presence of a hand on your groin with fingers caressing the base of your penis and your balls again.

You drop your arm just enough to open your left eye and observe your bedfellow. The now familiar glossy, black mane, long, tapering horn and motherly face of Aphrodise meet you. Her eyes are still closed and her breathing is slow, yet deep. And she spent the night giving you an even bigger case of blueballs than she left you with yesterday.

You try to shuffle to the edge of the mattress without disturbing the sheets too much. Her grip slackens and her hand slides off your crotch and you turn on your side to leave the mattress. Your feet touch the floor...and your ankles and knees buckle sending you face first onto the freezing marble.

Now all you can do is stay there in silent pain with your bare ass high in the air. And you still need to shit. You hear the rustling of the blankets and creaking of the mattress before Aphrodise's sweetly mocking voice graces your ears.

“Well well. I suppose there are worse views to wake up to.” She says from above you. You've hardly known this curvaceous Amazon 24 hours and you're already mooning her.

“Mornin’ yer highness.” You manage to mumble around your broken nose.

“Is there a reason you’re up and about so early in the morning, my good Sebastian?” It’s phrased like a question but the knowing mocking is so thick you'd need a lightsaber to cut it, never mind a knife.

“I need to use the toilet.” You mumble simply. You’re really in no mood for any metaphorical shit right now. No matter who it’s from.

“I beg your pardon? I’m afraid I couldn't understand that.” The mocking has somehow doubled.

“I need to use the bathroom.” You mumble again.

“I’m sorry I still didn’t catch that. Could I ask you to enunciate a little more clearly?” Doubled again.

Painfully, you bring your near useless arms forward and prise your face off the floor. “Your highness, Queen Aphrodise, could I please ask you to help me to the bathroom?” A full fifteen seconds tick by before she responds.

“Close enough.” You hear the blankets being disturbed once again followed by the twin clops of Aphrodise's feet touching the floor on the opposite side of the bed. Another faint rustling of fabric meets your ears before she clip-clops her way around the bed to stand before your vulnerable form.

Her feet...are hooves. You're so glad you got that little tidbit sorted out.
Aphrodise titters some nine feet above you. “Oh my. Anypony would think you were rather eager for something like that.”

You don’t have a rebuttal so you just groan in pain and humiliation. Your asshole is wide open for a sex goddess of a Queen and anyone else in the room to see. On the bright side, there’s no way in hell this day could conceivably get worse after this.

Aphrodise crouches and reaches under your shoulders before lifting you bodily straight up. She’s wearing a thick and fluffy white dressing gown. And despite the pain in your everything you have to admit it looks comfortable as hell.

She scrutinises your bloody and bent nose for a moment before bringing you closer to her. She’s got you sitting on her forearm and your head resting on her shoulder while her left breast cushions your abdomen. She touches the tip of your bent and bloodied nose with her right index finger and lights up her horn. Almost too quickly for you to perceive, your nose flashes extremely hot then extremely cold before returning to normal temperature.

You gingerly examine your schnoz with your left hand only to find all the cartilage back in its proper place and an absence of pain and spilled blood. You manage to squeeze out a “Thank you” before the pressure in your lower intestines reminds you of something important. “Could you please help me get to the bathroom now?” You ask gingerly.

Smiling down at you in her reassuringly teasing way, Aphrodise carries you to her private bathroom. The trip takes her all of five seconds but that's more than enough time for the breast bouncing against your lap to remind you of the past afternoon and night’s worth of teasing and lack of meaningful release. Your dick stiffens some more against the soft flesh and Aphrodise lets out a small noise that might be amusement at your predicament. She pats your left buttock with her free hand before moving it up your back to hold you in place.

*

Her bathroom is appropriately fit for a queen. Marble walls, floor and a hot tub set into the ground grace your peasant eyes. The mirror above the polished basin looks about the size of a small cinema screen. You can see your bare ass and back in front of the sex goddess in the white gown reflected back at you. Even her toilet looks like it cost more than you would make in a year. Although considering how large and heavy she likely is, it might not be amiss.

Aphrodise lifts the toilet lid and sets you down on the seat, careful not to set you so far back that you risk falling into the bowl. You stare at each other for about ten seconds before you ask for some privacy.

“You’re asking me to leave my own, personal, bathroom? How bold.” She states as if daring you to backpedal and take it all back.

“Please?” You ask again with an awkward smile.

“And if I refuse?” Daring you again.

You can’t formulate a response so you just continue your silent begging.
She bends down so your noses are barely two inches apart, offering you a chance to examine her Grand Canyon. You don't take it.

“Well, since you asked so politely.” She says humourlessly. She straightens her back before turning and walking to the door. Halfway along, her horn glows and the shower head over the hot tub erupts with a torrent of steaming water. “I’ll give you three minutes.” She says over her shoulder. “Use them wisely.” And with that she shuts the door behind her.

Now alone with only your thoughts and the rushing water, you get down to business. After expelling your biological waste and wiping, you start examining your dick and balls. Your scrotum is swollen and sensitive with blue and green veins clearly visible under the skin. You can’t be sure with an erection, but you think your penis looks about half an inch longer than it normally does when hard.

No matter. You need to relive yourself. Now. With a wad of paper in one hand and your rod in the other you start jerking off.

Two minutes.

You try to remember how soft Aphrodise's hand was yesterday when she was feeding you in the carriage. The way she rubbed your little head and fondled your balls while you gulped down her sweet, warm, delicious breast milk. The memory refuses to take form no matter how you focus on it.

Ninety seconds.

You try to recall how soft her breast was when she carried you to the bathroom. It was barely two minutes ago but you still can't focus on the moment.

One minute.

Instead of recalling, you try to imagine how nice it would have been to hump her boob. Having the pliant titflesh pressing all around your shaft while she expressed milk to lubricate your piston-like movement.

Forty five seconds.

You change tack and fantasise how she would give you a titfuck on the bed. With the way she would squeeze her mounds around your dick as you humped her and she would give your dick a little kiss every time it surfaced. All the while her sweet bosom nectar fountained from her nipples.

Thirty seconds.

You start panting as you get close to release. Your fantasy changes so Aphrodise is smothering you with her boobs while she nurses you. You focus on the memory of how soft her nipples were between your lips and the taste of her milk while she strokes your dick, her hand movements matching yours.

Fifteen seconds.

You finally grunt and spurt your cum into the wad of paper. You squeeze your fingers up the length of your shaft to get the last glob of semen out.

Five seconds.

You drop the creamed paper into the toilet between your legs just as the door opens and the real Aphrodise steps in with all her glory and splendour.

She immediately takes notice of your hand around your junk and the last, errant blob of pearly white goop forming at your swollen, red head. She crosses the space between the door and the porcelain throne, seemingly in two strides, and looks down at you with her hands on her hips.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Her tone lacks any trace of her familiar playful teasing. Instead she sounds like a mother who's just caught her Straight A son with a tourniquet around his arm and a syringe full of heroin in his hand.

Her horn glows. And so do you. You're jerked up off the toilet seat with a yelp and left hanging in mid-air, your nose almost touching hers. Her eyes are narrowed in disdain and her face lacks any trace of humour as she stares you down. You squirm under her reproaching gaze.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.” She says again. “I had a plan that required you to hold onto that load. But now I may need to make another arrangement.” She speaks with a mother's disapproval mixed with a god's authority. Your throat constricts and any rebuttals or excuses die in your chest.

She reaches down to your groin again and with expert fingers coaxes the last traces of cum out of your penis. She holds up the dollop oozing down her finger in front of your face demandingly.

“Is this all that’s left?” She asks evenly.

“For now.” You choke out. If you hadn't already taken care of business this mare would have quite literally scared the crap out of you.

Aphrodise gives a ponderous “hmmm” before slurping the cum off her finger much like how she did with the last drop of her milk yesterday.

“I decided not to say anything yesterday because you were too unwell to listen.” She states as she floats you over to the hot tub. The shower head has stopped running already. You were so fixed on the pissed off mare holding you within her magic you hadn't noticed it. “But now seems like the best time to lay down the ground rules while you are staying in my home.”

She steps into the steaming tub as she says this. You’re still levitating at her eye level and you don't dare so much as blink to take your eyes off her. “Firstly,” she announces as she sits on the edge, “as long as you are under my roof you will obey me to the letter. You will eat and drink when I say you can and you will stop when I say you will. Secondly, you will be under my direct watch unless I give you permission to leave my sight. If you disobey me at any time for any reason, I will punish you like the naughty foal you are.” She's swept off her gown now and let it crumple to the floor behind her. Somehow being naked makes her even scarier like this. “Thirdly, you will find release only when I permit you to. If I say you will withhold your seed, you will refrain from releasing until I permit it. Am I understood?”

“Yes.” Is all you can force out through your tightened throat.

“And fourthly,” she begins before pausing for a clear twenty seconds, “you will speak with clarity and only when you are addressed. Now I’ll ask again: am I understood?”

“Yes! I’ll-I’ll be good!” You manage to force out as clearly as you can. You still sound and feel strangled with fear.

Aphrodise scrutinises your face closely before her smile returns with full force. “I’m so glad we could come to an understanding.”

Her horn's glow vanishes and so does the glow around you. You plop unceremoniously onto her lap and fall forward onto her breasts. She wraps her arms around you to prevent any falls or escapes.
“Now as I’m sure you’ve realised,” she says kindly as she lowers herself and you into the water, “you need a bath.”

Aphrodise's horn glows again and several bottles of bath product levitate into view. “Now just sit still, listen to me and everything will be just fine.”

An orb of water, the size of a basketball, rises out of the bath's surface, suspended in the now familiar green barrier of Aphrodise's magic. It hovers over to you and sensing what's about to happen, you shut your eyes tightly. The cascade of warm water soaks you to the core but Aphrodise produces another and repeats the soaking for good measure.

She begins lathering shampoo into your hair with massaging fingers. It smells very fruity. Another cascade of water washes it out and the conditioning begins. She leaves the lather in your hair as she moves on to the body soap. No nook or crevice is safe from her roaming hands.

She levitates you off her lap to soap up your posterior, spending more time massaging your buttcheeks than you're comfortable with. You don't make a sound. She rotates you away from her before she moves onto your front.

Those fingers invade your scrotum and penis gently but with uncontested authority before creeping up your stomach and chest. The perverted mare gives your nipples a little pinch when she reaches your pectoral area but you still don't protest. Two more warm waterfalls wash away the lather and you finally open your eyes.

“Now it’s my turn.” Aphrodise whispers into your ear before lifting you under your arms and depositing you on the bench of the tub to her right. In the two seconds before she stands up you notice that even sitting down the water level is over your nipples while the bottoms of her breasts are just barely touching the surface of the water.

She wades under the shower head, finally giving you a good look at her magnificent ass. Each cheek is as wide as your shoulders, maybe slightly more. The rose blossom emblazoned on each hip stands out proudly amidst the layer of water cascading down her body. Her soaked tail lies plastered down her buttcrack until she reaches behind and pulls it to the side to give you an unobstructed view of her glorious posterior.

“Could you wash me back there?” It's a command disguised as a request. You don't hesitate to pump a generous helping of soap into your hands and work up a lather. She scoots back to give you access to her rump and you take action.

Her ass is almost as soft as her breasts. If you were blind, you'd be convinced you were soaping up a pair of boobs instead of buttocks. You slowly move your hands in circular motions, not wanting to finish too soon. You dare to slip some fingers down the crevice between her cheeks. She doesn't seem to mind. Hell, she seemed to enjoy that moment of daring. You begin to massage the flowers on her hips before she pulls away. And your dick has woken up again.

“That’s enough of that.” She says with finality before turning and kneeling in front of you. She raises her arms behind her head and pushes her tits out in your direction. “I’m waiting.” She says tauntingly with lidded eyes. You work up another lather and begin massaging the soap into her milk cannons.

This is the first time you’ve touched her boobs with your hands and it isn't helping your boner to stay quiet. Your balls are reloading too. As you massage each boob as thoroughly as you can without creaming yourself on the spot, Aphrodise reaches under the surface and none too gently grips your little head between her fingers and thumb. You let out an involuntary grunt at the surprise pressure and release her breasts.

“We haven’t forgotten the third rule already have we?” She asks crooning.

“No.” You gasp.

“No?” Too short an answer for her.

“No, your highness. We-I haven’t forgotten!” You rasp.

“That’s good.” She says before moving back under the shower head and rinsing off your suds.

“Well wasn’t that a pleasant experience.” Aphrodise says contentedly as the shower turns off. “I do believe a bath provides a deeper cleansing than a standing shower ever could. Wouldn’t you agree, my dear Sebastian?”

“Yes, your highness. A most pleasantly, cleansing experience it was.” You agree for multiple reasons.

“Oh, we’re not quite finished here.” Aphrodise retakes her seat to your left and pulls you closer. Her hand migrates to the back of your head and pushes it into her right breast. Her nipple pokes at your lips, demanding entry. “You know what to do.”

You certainly do. You part your lips and let her soft nub in before latching shut. You want to start suckling immediately but decide to wait for the command. The next five seconds feel like eternity but she finally says a single word:

“Suck.”

And suck you do. You eagerly produce a vacuum within your mouth and are greeted with the familiar taste of mare’s breast milk. You swallow and pull in another mouthful, falling into a rhythm. Suck and swallow. All in pursuit of the next load of liquid happiness.

You curl your arms up on your chest in an attempt to keep your hands away from your straining dick. Your balls have definitely refilled by now. A light pressure on your right hand guides it away from your chest and closer to hers.

“You can touch, my dear sweet thing. Think of it as an incentive to keep following our set of rules.”

You uncurl your fingers and sink them into the soft, pliant flesh of her breast. You let your left hand match your right's position on the opposite side of the boob. You gently stroke up and down the soft, warm mass, feeling the skin flow under your fingertips.

Aphrodise produces a contented rumble in her throat at your caress and suckling. “Hmmm, that tickles.” She doesn't even bother hiding it as she licks her lips above you.

One minute becomes two. Then three. Then five before the inevitable happens. She says "Stop."

Releasing her nipple takes the greatest display of willpower of your life. You reluctantly tease the nipple and stretch it out as you pull away from her before it releases from your vacuum seal with a pop. Her breast bounces back as, just like last night, a last trickle of milk oozes out.

Aphrodise wastes no time scooping her breast up in both hands and bringing her nipple to her own lips. You lock eyes with her as she teases her nipple with her tongue and wraps her own lips around it. She gives herself two mighty sucks before releasing her breast and letting it flop back down next to its unattended twin. Her eyes never leave yours the entire time.

You expect she’ll want you to give her left breast the same treatment, but no. Instead she stands up and steps out of the tub before lifting you out by the shoulders and setting you on the edge.

You look over in the vast mirror and watch Aphrodise's reflection dry herself with a towel the size of a bedsheet, running into the canyon of cleavage and all around her upper portion before moving lower and rubbing her gorgeous ass against it. All this teasing will never end will it.

She finishes by wrapping the towel around herself and tucking it in around her breasts, followed by wrapping a smaller towel in a turban around her head before moving on to you. A warm, white fluffiness of the finest cotton is bundled around you by practised hands as you're scooped up again.

Aphrodise puts you back on her shoulder with her arm supporting your butt and her left breast in your lap. You try to ignore your unrelenting erection poking into her softness by wrapping your arms around her neck as she carries you out of the bathroom.

“Well, we had a bumpy start this morning but I have no doubt we’ll move past it today.” She whispers into your ear as you bury your face into her neck. “Now we have a long day ahead of us and I want you right there beside me through all of it. Okay?”

Once again her tone leaves no wiggle room for you to protest. So you just offer up a small “Okay.” in response.

“That’s a good little baby.” She coos as she gives you a light, open palm pat on the behind. “I have no doubt this is the start of a wonderful relationship.”