The Merry Llewd

Her legs went wide and she leaned back, looking down at the throbbing stallionhood before her. She looked up at him with a pleading expression and reached down to line it up again. He rubbed the tip up and down her wet lips. She cooed and whimpered, and then let out a long low moan as he finally parted her lips and slid inside. His hands found her knees and lifted and parted them. Spreading her wide for his member as he started slowly thrusting his tip in and out.

In the crowd, many more stallions found that they had started slowly stroking themselves at the wanton display. The count started stroking deeper until the ring midway around his member was bumping past her vulva and clit, eliciting more moans from both of them.

Cladonia reappeared from the background. She silently beckoned two of the stallions up onto the stage, positioning them on either side of the princess, tasked with holding her legs up and apart. Free from holding them, the Count redoubled his thrusting, huffing hot breath from his nostrils that formed steamy jets in the cold air. His hands went to her narrow waist, holding her tight as he thrust greedily.

More stallions came up. Gathering around her. With each thrust, her sensitized marehood clamped down on the member of the stallion/apparition before her. The crowd around her slowly entered her awareness. She was surrounded by stallions; by stallionhoods. She could reach out and touch any of a dozen firm, warm, pulsing shafts. All were pointing toward her, all engorged and priapic because of her. She was the center of their carnal universe. She reached out and blessed each one she could reach with a tight squeeze of her hand and few rapid strokes. She thought she could feel them grow even harder and larger with her touch, as though some form of sexual energy was flowing through her. The heat from the stallions bodies radiated off them like an inferno. Benedictions given, she pressed her breasts together, giving them a show of bending down and licking her hard, sensitive nipples with her long tongue. There were subvocalized moans and the sound of rapid fapping was like appreciative applause.

She looked up at the Count and their eyes met. He smiled at her through panting lips, and she smiled back. She would make him hers and he would make her his. This was right. This was how it should be. His hands were holder her in a bruising grip. She could feel his tip swelling against her walls with each new thrust. His speed was increased, and his balls slapped her plot as he hilted inside her, pressing against her innermost barrier. Around them, the stallion’s eyes followed the ebb and waning of the telltale bulge in her tight belly with the movement of his tip.

A wave of tightness went through both of them. He gritted his teeth. The muscles of his abdomen stood out. Cinny could feel herself tightening, her hooves curled. She reached out for something, anything to grab, and two stallions grunted as she ferociously gripped their shafts. Her head went back, and— “AH!”

Her shout was accompanied by a wave of pleasure and tension running through her body. Her pussy clamped down on the Count’s shaft as he hilted himself, and with an accompanying shout, his shaft throbbed and a forceful hot jet of cum splashed deep inside her.

FINALLY! Like a second wave of cum on top of the first, she started to quiver. She was finally being filled. The release spread through the room. Like a hot rain, globs of cum were landing on her belly, her breasts, her neck, her chin… Her vision cleared just enough to see a stallionhood just in front of her. Who it belonged to was unimportant. She reached out and pulled, taking him into her mouth just as he came with a surprised squawk. It was hot, and salty and sweet and exactly what she needed. She sucked hard and gulped it down.

The frenzy could not have lasted long, but it seemed to exist out of time. At last, panting and spent, every pony paused and took in the scene. Cinny looked down at herself, small pools of cum filled her navel. A river ran through the valley between her breast. She could feel it running down her sides and dripping to the floor. It was still warm as it clung to her. Giving her power. Further down, just below her navel, there was a noticeable bulge. Had the Count cum that much? Of course he had. This was fucking magic sex!

Inside, the pool of cum was so hot it felt like burning. The heat grew and spread throughout her body. With it came of another wave of ecstatic pleasure. “Oh, buuuu…” was all she managed as it overcame her. Her arms and head back, her eyes emitted a golden light. The semen covering her seemed to glow ivory swirling patterns and spirals. The light radiated off her. To either side of the carnal dais, there was a sudden roar. Twin pillars of blinding blue-white light shot up for the barrels and into the sky. The collecting clouds glowed with reflected light.