Oskar was tired. Really tired.
So tired, in fact, he could barely keep his eyes open as he stared aimlessly at the ceiling in his bedroom. While normally he would let himself just drift off into the warm, welcoming embrace of slumber, the circumstances surrounding him in bed at this very moment prevented him from ever wanting to take up sleep’s tantalizing offer. Even as his eyelids were demanding to be shut tight like a hydraulic airlock, he wanted to relish in the moment as long as he could.
His fatigued, dopey smirk to no one but the ceiling above was just the punctuation of this lengthy, accomplished day. That, and everything just seemed… right with the world.
He noticed that the rainstorm that was scheduled all night for Canterlot was dutifully keeping up—the rain pattered against his roof in a steady torrent where he couldn’t discern separate drops anymore… just a low rumble over the room’s ambiance. Drum rain.
And the occasional boom of thunder in the distance.
Out of the corners of his eyes, Oskar could discern sultrily dancing shadows on the walls, courtesy of the two magic-candle lamps in his room at their mid-dimmest settings. Still, their amber flames burned brightly—they provided just enough light to make out the silhouettes of his dresser and other furniture on the far side of his room.
They provided that extra nudge… that extra, ‘pleasant soreness’ in his eyes that would coax him further into Luna’s Domain of Dreams. But, perhaps most importantly, the lamps shined just adequately enough to see his bed should he have lifted his head from his pillow…
…and make out all the important features of the one snuggled up tightly against him.
His head still expertly cradled by said pillow, Oskar tilted his gaze down and to the left, and found the resting mare whose long, golden, flowing mane he’d been idly running his fingers through. Once more, he felt the weight of her head on his chest, and the velvety smoothness of her copper coat from her left arm, which held possessively onto his midsection.
He was also reminded of how flush her front was against his side, and how her long, smooth, powerful legs were intertwined so lovingly with his. He figured she wasn’t asleep either, considering her own fingers were idly tracing figure eights on his bare chest, in conjunction with her legs sliding rhythmically up against his own.
The image to a spectator likely would’ve been mildly comical, in his eyes, considering she had a few inches over him in height. She also likely had twice the muscle mass he did on account of her profession.
Oskar smirked much wider, and the traces of sleepiness from the long day past were briefly whisked away at the sight of her—his mare.
At that moment though, he wasn’t sure if it was the particularly loud booming of the thunder moving in, or his continued staring, but she began to stir. In fact, it was probably when he ran his index finger over the periphery of her ear, and gently fingered the little tuft at the tip—batponies were too cute for this world.
Especially this one.
Oskar watched as she lifted her head off his chest, and locked her own tired, emerald eyes onto his. The sight of her vertically slit, predatory pupils filled his core at once with both a caring warmth, and a subconscious, primal fear… it was a very particular mix of feelings he adored since the day he met her.
And there was no way he’d be able to hide the warm smile he greeted her with… not that he’d ever want to.
“Good evening, sleepy-head,” he said.
He cupped the left side of her face in his right hand, all whilst stroking her cheek with his thumb—a gesture she leaned into most enthusiastically with a blissful sigh. She shut her eyes again.
She also emitted this odd hybrid of a purr and a squeak. Goddamn, thestrals were just absolute cinnamon rolls.
She then refocused her eyes back on his… and replied with purposefully obvious, yet endearing sarcasm:
“It’s all your fault, Oskar. You’re too lovely a pillow—and I want to stay awake, buuuut somepony is just way too good with his hands, hmm~?”
He still had a bad habit of blushing every time she so much as flirted in his general direction… especially with that sexy, Slavic-esque accent of hers. Though really, that was only a part of it. It wasn’t like anyone really had a chance to stand up to her flirtatiousness when she really put her mind to it.
From her amazoness muscular build that reinforced her image as one of Celestia’s finest soldiers…
…to her simultaneous nigh-hourglass physique that was the paragon of femininity…
…and all the way back to her playful, intense personality…
…she was one hell of a catch.
The catch. The epitome of a particular male fantasy—a tall, fit, tomboy gal who knew just how to wrap said femininity around him.
And he still wondered sometimes how he was the one lucky enough to have caught her. It just might’ve had something to do with him actually getting a pair of nuts off the assembly line and straight up asking her out when she was alone… but still. Some questions of the universe eluded him.
Oskar rolled his eyes and ran his right hand through his hair, so he could gaze upon this mare without any of his own straight, brown locks mucking up the view. Ever-smirking, he threw an exaggerated tone right back at her.
“Okaaaaay, Midnight.”
She blinked back at him with a rather amused smirk.
“You still use my full name after all these months… most curious,” she noted.
He was more than willing to play along, though he knew she would get the best of him eventually.
“Because it’s a gorgeous name, Middy… like you of course. So, I think it’s quite fitting, wouldn’t you agree?”
It was her turn to roll her eyes. Midnight then giggled and brought her face right up to his, where her muzzle was barely an inch away from the tip of his nose.
She lidded her eyes, then bared her teeth… having revealed one of the many hallmarks of her batpony likeness: her four fangs amongst two rows of pearly whites. And with a dreaminess that put him light on the clouds, she said:
“Always the charmer, you… ever since we met.”
Oskar let his eyes fall shut when Midnight nuzzled his nose with hers and heard her giggle all girly-like.
He then watched as she pulled her head back and placed both her bare arms on either side to properly leer down at him. Her mane—wavy and marginally unkempt—flowed off her head like the most gorgeous, golden waterfall in all of Equestria. It tactically veiled one of her eyes, and some of the tips of her locks just barely kissed the fringes of his face.
Oskar cocked a playful eyebrow right back up at her.
“With you? Heh, hell yeah! Gotta make ya stick around somehow,” he teased, booping the tip of her snout with his finger.
She (cutely) crinkled her nose at the gesture, then opened her mouth to ‘chomp’ at his finger. Luckily, he was able to remove his finger from harm’s way of the most drop-dead gorgeous finger predator he had the pleasure of knowing.
“Somehow? Please, little human… it’s you who is stuck with me~!”
Given all their interactions up to this point, he’d believe that.
He chuckled at their little antics, and she in kind—their eyes never broke from one another. Even with a simple act of looking at each other, Oskar could feel his emotions reflecting back at him from her in fullest force. His stomach fluttered and hollowed out in the best of ways, especially now that he got a much better look at the aforementioned physique that always made his mouth water:
Smooth, toned, and defined arms.
Black-bra-clad breasts that could just comfortably overflow his hand… and perhaps a little bit more (along with a cute, inviting little tuft of floof right in her cleavage).
Slim, toned tummy where even now he could make out the faintest outline of her normally well-defined abs through the veil of the dancing darkness.
And—as she swung her left knee over him to properly straddle his midsection—those ‘grab-able’ legs that were hard as iron, wherein his head could most likely be crushed like a watermelon.
In his opinion, there were definitely worse ways to die… and in his current position, Oskar would gladly be the prey to her predator. Any day.
Hence, he continued to flirt right back, happy to goad her further.
“Well, with you sitting on me like this I’m not exactly keen on trying to leave. I think I’m happy right where I am~,” he said.
Oskar bit his lower lip when Midnight’s visage dipped into lustful territory. He knew that look all too well.
“Good!” she said, then agonizingly slowly lowered her chest to his…
…and he damn well knew that she was putting every effort to emphasize that mouthwatering cleavage of hers.
He sighed tranquilly when her pillowy breasts rested nice and firmly against his pecs, with her thin bra being the only barrier separating the two of them. Oskar was euphoric. He loved the extra weight atop of him whenever she would literally lay on him… and even though their chests were still unfortunately demarcated, the feeling of her stomach on his as well as both her hands softly framing his face provided a warmth that no blanket could ever hope to replicate.
She also made sure to pool her mane around his head, making it seem like the two of them were sealed off from the world in their own little cage of gold. Her warm breath, freshly brushed and minty since they finished dinner—broke upon his face like the most refreshing gales off the coast.
It being slightly harder to breathe was all part of the charm.
His heart raced when she followed up her last word:
“Because I think you promised me a night of passionate cuddles, Mister Coor-tee-man-chee,” she said.
Oskar couldn’t have stifled his laughter if he wanted to try. He was pleasantly brought back to one of he and Midnight’s dumb little running gags since they met… and one that he had sorely missed for the last couple months.
His breath hitched in his throat when she snagged her lower lip with one of her fangs, mirroring his own look right back at him. Further, his heart was pounding against his ribcage like an enraged gorilla to the point where Midnight could probably hear it.
Not that that was a bad thing, of course.
Oskar lowered his eyelids with faux incredulity.
“Now, something tells me the ‘cuddles’ were more of a means to an end… Mango Slut~.”
Said gag was that she would deliberately mispronounce his very French last name—Courtemanche. In turn, based on her extremely, aggressively flirtatious personality along with horror stories of the things she’d do for some ripe mango… he would bastardize her name to ‘Mango Slut.’
Because… why not? It was so dumb. There was no reason for it. Regardless, he loved every bit of it, even if it mildly annoyed both of them.
She did as well.
Therefore, he knew exactly what to expect in response when he had put forth the usual riposte:
She promptly planted her right fist into his shoulder—with the utmost love, of course.
But even with the ‘utmost love,’ he still winced at the perfect hit that caused him only mild pain. He shuddered to think of some poor sod that would command the full brunt of her Royal Honor Guard wrath.
“Ow!” Oskar exclaimed more out of reflex than actual pain dealt to him. He still giggled at her all the while.
His smile faltered, however, when Midnight herself winced in actual pain.
“Gahh…” she groaned, hissed, and then sat up properly on her knees (and on his pelvis) to massage her right shoulder.
And seeing her cutesy-flirty aura dissipate into one of disappointingly remembering her ‘situation’ further sullied his mood. A pang of concern entered into him, and he grasped her free hand with both of his, giving her a reassuring squeeze… especially when she glanced back at him with the slightest hint of shame glinting off her features.
And there was no way he would tolerate that.
“Hey… it’s okay, babe. You’ll be as good as new before you know it!” he reminded her and brought the top of her hand to his lips for a single kiss.
Midnight pursed her lips and shook her head. Oskar could read the frustration on her face like the front-page of a newspaper.
“Can’t even just… play with you right now. Celestia, I fucking hate this! I swear I’m gonna rip Tirek’s balls off if I ever meet him again…” she said whilst continuing to massage her shoulder.
She also curled her fingers with his, and Oskar was keen on holding her hand as long as she liked. More than that, he did well to stroke her hand within his embrace while he added forlornly:
“Yeah… I know. I miss it too, Middy. But all that matters to me right now is that you came out of all this as ‘relatively’ unhurt as you did.”
He watched Midnight sigh out again and avert her gaze elsewhere while he continued to pamper her. And as he took her other hand into his grasp, and then brought both tops of her hands to his lips for a kiss, he knew there was very little he could say to console her from what had happened.
She was the last line of defense before Lord Tirek could get to Celestia—Midnight put up a valiant fight but was ultimately little match for the overpowered centaur and his magic. For her efforts, she received a broken arm, a messed-up shoulder, a few shattered ribs, and a whole host of cuts and bruises from having been beat the shit out of and yote through a goddamn stone wall.
Oskar was legitimately surprised that her injuries were not in any way considered life-threatening… but of course, he was over the moon and relieved beyond belief when he got the news that she was okay.
Well, that was after getting informed of what happened to her.
He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so powerless… pure, unadulterated dread whisking around in his stomach to the point where he felt physically ill. It had only been about four months into their relationship, and Oskar had struggled to rationalize why he felt so strongly for Midnight when this had happened. Sure, he never wanted to see her hurt… or worse. But even so, to react to the point of his healthy, fit self being reduced to temporary invalidity?
It only forced him to contend with the great portent about their relationship: he had unknowingly been falling. Hard.
Midnight’s words brought him back to reality from the depths of his ruminations:
“Yeah, I know, Os… but it sure doesn’t mean I have to—”
She suddenly cut herself off and donned a much more concerned look on her face, right on a dime.
“Oskar? You okay there?” she asked, then softly cupped both sides of his face.
He did not have the time to relish in the gentle grasp of her soft hands before she started stroking the upper part of his cheeks. The sudden realization of his concerned scowl he was sporting was all he needed to realize that… maybe his thoughts and their requisite emotions weren’t so discreet as he’d’ve preferred.
He blinked himself out of his stupor, and turned his attention back up at Midnight, who smiled softly yet cocked a curious eyebrow at him.
“You zoned out pretty hard there… and you weren’t staring at my boobs,” she so noted, and stroked his left cheek with her thumb.
But her tone quickly turned a little more serious:
“You look mad. Is… something wrong?”
Once full back in reality, Oskar smiled ear-to-ear as Midnight insisted on being his knight in gleaming armor for even the smallest thing that he didn’t know was happening. This immediately brought him out of his sudden funk, which was an amalgamation of conflicting emotions.
“Oh, trust me… I’m fine, Middy… just. Welp…” he had a bit of trouble piecing everything together for her.
Something felt right at the moment… and he sure as hell was not gonna bother to suppress any feelings for the mare on top of him right now.
“I just remember when it all went down. I’m sure I told you when I was able to see you in the infirmary, but I was so worried about you, gorgeous.
“So I’m really just… so happy that you’re okay and on the up-and-up,” he said.
Even through her copper coat, Oskar could see that his simple words had some measure of effect on the straddling mare: her cheeks colored deeply, and her hitherto concerned visage had morphed into one of pure warmth.
“Awww sweetie…” she cooed, then planted a single kiss on his forehead.
Oskar loosed a soft chuckle as he further shed the remnants of his little emotional down-swell that left as quickly as it had onset.
“And here I thought I was supposed to be the one making you feel better tonight,” he joked.
Midnight giggled right back through her beaming smile and pressed her cheek to his while she sighed out lovingly. Much to Oskar’s happiness, she lay right back down next to him and snuggled up right on his side, much like she was earlier.
“You already are, Os… so much.” she cooed.
He then turned on his side to be properly face-to-face with her, then wrapped his arm around her bare midsection so he could pull the two of them flush together. He had a habit of getting lost in those emerald eyes of hers when they’d just stare at each other silently like this. Also his habit was to gently run his fingers over her dimples on her lower back.
God she’s perfect…
Oskar smirked.
“Good. I’m glad I can still make you smile!
“And I was super happy that they finally let me whisk you away from the infirmary today! Even if, according to the doc, you’re on lease with me right now. The ten-minute visitations were getting old,” he quipped.
Midnight snickered, then batted her eyes.
“Eh I had to make the magic happen with a few strangleholds and threats to genitals… but they eventually relented! Even if I was sore all day, it was good to finally get out after two months, especially with you~!” she said.
And before Oskar could come back to that, he saw her Midnight lid her gaze, and then he felt her gently place a hand on the back of his head.
“Oh, and for the record? You’ve made me smile since the day we met,” she said.
And then he felt her lips on his.
This was in no way unwelcome, and Oskar melted into her kiss with perhaps a somewhat undignified groan falling from his throat. Apparently, Midnight heard that loud and clear as she began to smile and giggle right against his lips—he could practically feel the color red on his cheeks, but any nascent embarrassment in front of his mare was quickly quelled when Middy returned a gentle coo of equal tone and wanton vigor.
Especially when he stemmed the assault of her lips with his own.
It also probably helped that she scooted herself flush against Oskar’s front. What little, atomic distance had remained between the two of them was unacceptable for him, though. He sought to immediately remedy this by using his arm that he had previously draped over her waist, and then pulling their hips and stomach tightly together.
The bow on top was when he felt Midnight interlock her smooth, powerful legs with his own, once more. And with all the immediate ‘problems’ now having been soundly quashed, he let himself further melt into the ethereal embrace of their shared kiss. It was not a kiss of lust, or at least it wasn’t anymore…
But as Oskar felt his lips meld perfectly with Midnight’s, like two soft pieces of a beautiful puzzle, he knew that all feelings he harbored for this mare were now bare and on full display.
He reminisced—during lapses in his mental awareness—as to how far the two of them had come.
As Oskar pulled back momentarily for some air, and then playfully bit at Midnight’s lower lip, that girly giggle she emitted brought him back to when he first met her… and then asked her out merely ten minutes later.
She was alone at a table, and one of his good friends whom he had met during his time here—a stallion named Edge—made a dare with him.
Oskar was to ask out the gorgeous amazoness of a mare who was enjoying her lunch by herself… all on a whim. And so he did. He had opened up with a genuine compliment and a joke, but was fully expecting to be turned away or at the worst case, slapped across the face after making his move.
Then, came that same giggle… well, a few of them, actually. And then Midnight’s rather nonchalant answer of ‘Sure! Why not, handsome?’
That was it. Apparently they were dating since that moment. Oskar hopped across The Portal for a job as a junior architect. He now also apparently snagged himself a tall batpony warrior of a marefriend.
The rest was history…
…beautiful, copper-coated, golden-maned, emerald-eyed, muscular, voluptuous history.
Midnight brought him right back to the present when she ended their little break from one another and smashed her lips right back against his.
Oskar was more than okay with this, especially when her own hums of pleasure and approval became much more prominent… and her kissing much more aggressive and hungrier.
He hummed—butterflies exploding once more in his stomach—when Midnight returned his earlier gesture and nibbled at his lower lip. And nibble she did… and then tugged with her sharp fang. More than enough to hurt ever-so-slightly, but said pain was more than outweighed by the pleasure of knowing that Midnight would never do anything to hurt him like that.
But god the whole predatorial accent to their intimacy was just an extra cherry on top of the delicious sundae that was their relationship thus far.
Oskar groaned happily when she released his lip from her hold… and then hummed when Midnight slipped her hand between the two of them and pressed her palm to his chest. Like he expected, she giggled deviously at his heart going crazy.
“Mmmm… somepony’s happy,” she jested.
She then licked her lips, lowered her eyelids, and once again snagged her lower lip in her fang.
Oskar was reflecting the exact same look right at her. His lungs cried out for deeper breaths as his mind slowly but surely became fogged up through lust.
He nodded while taking the liberty of running his own hand up her side… caressing her velvety, ultra-thin coat. How indescribably soft she felt in his touch, and how his hand seemed to just glide over her skin was only part of the whole experience for him. The rest was the reaction he garnered from her when she reveled in him exploring her body.
Oskar sighed out breathily, never once daring to break eye-contact.
“I could say the same about you. I’ve really missed you, Middy…” he admitted.
That definitely seemed to get her going. Her mouth slackened a bit when she herself started breathing heavier, and Oskar shut his eyes when she pressed her muzzle to his nose. Their mouths were barely an inch apart.
“Yeah?” she asked. “I’ve missed you too… I’ve missed all of this… so fucking much,” she said, and the emotions that she ladeled on top of those words were too much for Oskar.
He slid his hand up to her shoulder and kissed her again, much to her readily-apparent pleasure when she moaned into his mouth…
And that was further heightened when he took the initiative to press his tongue forward. Separating just barely, and their lips still connected by a few strands of their shared saliva, Oskar ran the tip of his tongue over Midnight’s lower lip.
He implicitly asked… no, begged for entrance.
And she enthusiastically accepted.
But rather than grant him entrance into her mouthscape to do as he pleased, she instead met him halfway… and they took tentative first licks of one another.
Then it really began.
Oskar let his hand roam up from her shoulder to her neck, and he pulled her face impossibly closer to his as their mouths sealed their tongues within. Midnight seemed to have the same idea, and both her arms managed to find their way around Oskar—her left hand keeping his head right where it was, and her other hand comfortably wedged against the bed and his side.
He was content to just let his eyes fall comfortably shut and just… feel in this moment. The two had spent the whole day together with the blessing of her doctors, to allow her to get some fresh air and stretch her sore muscles a little bit more beyond physical therapy.
Today had been an absolute blast… relishing in each other’s company through breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
But all the stuff that had gone unsaid as they lived in their moment? It was being said loudly right now.
And in so engaging in their gradually intensifying makeout session, Oskar sought to reacquaint himself with Middy’s tongue. Oh how that larger appendage of hers was capable of marvels that would bring any man or woman to their knees in front of her. From the times she would just… lick him on his cheek, as if to subconsciously claim him as her own… or to call upon its size, dexterity, and prehensibility in make-outs such as this...
Oskar knew well that it was a losing battle every time.
…but as he wrestled her tongue, softly matching Midnight’s blissful groaning as they continued their fleshy embrace, he was pleasantly reminded that this was a battle he would gladly lose. As expected, when his tongue exhausted itself in keeping up the soft, firm caressing of hers, she would overpower him.
Midnight cooed:
“Mmmm… Oskar…~”
And in that little break for air, she forced her tongue into his mouth in a lightning counteroffensive that he had little desire to resist.
She overpowered his tongue after a rather token ‘resistance.’ And then he felt her slimy appendage worm its way towards the back of his throat as she explored every crevice of his mouth. The feeling was… indescribable. Likely because no woman he had ever been with had ever been a batpony. The larger tongues in and of themselves were something he had grown to appreciate very early on during his time in Equestria.
Oskar felt Midnight suddenly retreat, but one more quick peck on his lips later, and he let himself be pulled atop of her.
With their positions now completely switched, it was his turn to leer down at his gorgeous mare… her eyes staring back up at him with all the lust in her body. As much as he could stare into those abyssal, gorgeous, emerald pools of hers all night (and he had), the positioning that she re-oriented the two of them afforded him a much better vantage to take in the top half of her body.
And in his objective opinion, it would be a crime to not take in one of Equestria’s natural wonders on this earth.
He further helped himself along by sitting up on his knees, wedged snuggly between her legs, while letting his hands run down her toned arms as he righted his posture. He thumbed at her powerful muscles that lay underneath, ones that could easily break his arms during an arm-wrestling match.
Arms that had pinned him in seconds during playful wrestling bouts…
…and ultimately, arms that held him desperately in place when the two fucked.
Oskar was always fond of her arms, her back, her gorgeous legs, and especially that tummy of hers where he loved to run his hands up and down her abs. But more than that, there were two parts of her that he always afforded a little more reverence and attention than the others:
Dat ass… and dem tits.
In fact, Midnight often encouraged the staring on his part! As such, he took zero qualm in letting his own eyes fall to her chest. Her bra-clad breasts were squeezed just invitingly enough with the help of the cups to offset gravity’s greedy pull towards the earth… and that cleavage of hers was something that he always took pleasure in having his face smothered in.
Again, likely another cause of death ranking right at the top.
Midnight followed up his staring with another coo, which snapped Oskar’s attention right back up to her own lustful, inviting gaze:
“Well… hello there, my blue-eyed human…~”
He smirked, and then punctuated his words with a chuckle:
“And hello to you, beautiful… with literal emeralds for eyes.”
Oskar ran both of his hands simultaneously up both her legs... from hoof, up her shins, and definitely let his palms get a good helping of her thighs on the way up. He felt the right balance of squishy fat, and the devastatingly hard muscle that lay just underneath, which he made sure to squeeze at its thickest. That always elicited the cutest little squeak from Middy…
…and this time was little different.
“Ah!” she squeaked. “Mmmm… you really love my legs, huh?” she asked.
To him, she might as well have asked what color the sky was—it had the same weight in triviality.
The fondness in his answer came from recalling how enamored he was when he realized how much of an amazoness she actually was!
“Since I first gave you my hand and watched you stand up!” he said.
He wasn’t done though, and as his hands found their way to her ass, he gave both her cheeks under him a firm, deep squeeze.
Midnight gasped, her erstwhile giggling dying when her mouth opened in a soundless, breathy moan. Her eyes shuttered halfway.
“Oooooh… Celestia I’ve missed your hands~,” she groaned.
He breathily replied:
“I’ve missed all of you…”
She contorted and writhed softly under him as she fought to get more and more of her butt into his grasp… something that Oskar welcomed, but that was, unfortunately, physically impossible. Nevertheless, he would continue on his duty that was ordained by the divine as a man: to fondle his goddess of a marefriend’s ass as she pleased.
Truly, was this not what all men strived for?
“I’ve also missed these legs… this perfect ass of yours…” he further listed, his lascivious smirk widening by the second.
At least, that was what he strived for: To elicit what little, cute sounds of pleasure from her that he could.
That was, until she shimmied closer to him, pressing her hips right against his.
Crotch to crotch now, Oskar locked his gaze back on the lidded, lust-filled one of Midnight’s as he resumed his hands previous journey up her body.
He ran his palms over her hips, and her obliques while knowing he couldn’t in any way resist those gorgeous abs of hers. Even in the soft glow of the candlelight, he could see the outline of her faint six-pack, and the rest of her muscles that framed that cute little navel of hers. It was all packaged together with seeing that sexy midriff of hers expand and contract with every deep, longing breath she took.
Midnight sultrily bade clarification to his previous assertion, licking her lips:
“Y-Yeah, Os?”
He nodded.
“Oh yeah… and especially…”
That look she was giving him compelled him ever forward, and so he hung on the edge of his sentence and further slid his right hand up Midnight’s sculpted body. His destination couldn’t come quickly enough, as he finally ran his palm to the peak of her left, bra-clad breast. He sunk four of his fingers into the exposed, soft, fleshy tops that pooled upward with gravity.
And beyond that, it was all worth it seeing Middy’s face light up the color red even more… and her eyes fall completely shut as she let a soft moan escape her slightly puckered lips.
“Ooooh…~”
Oskar finished his sentence, alluding to his targets in no uncertain terms:
“…these.”
He watched her peek at him through her lidded eyes… seeing just enough of those green emeralds poke through the veil of her lashes and her flowing mane.
She purred.
“Mmmm… they’ve really missed you, too~.”
And she placed her hand right atop of his that was making such a valiant foray to her chest… and held him there nice and firmly while she initiated him massaging her ‘girl’ circularly.
Then, Oskar felt the most pleasant shiver up his spine when Midnight smiled brightly at him again… the kind of smile that was exceedingly lewd in nature.
This was further backed up when he felt her legs close in around his back, trapping him right where he was. His crotch remained firmly pressed against hers, and the rather prominent tent in his shorts was nestled oh-so perfectly against the flat of her black panties.
He returned her playful smirk. She thought he trapped him? Can one truly trap the willing?
Midnight placed both her hands on his forearms, and began softly, rhythmically stroking him back and forth as her face donned a much more inquisitive expression.
“Hey Os?”
He smiled.
“Yeah, Songbird?”
Rather bluntly without even a hitch in her breath, she simply asked:
“When’s the last time we had sex?”
Even so, that same lewdness in her face remained as an ever-present underlayer. It was likely ingrained into her personality by the time he had met her. Oskar knew quite well that Midnight was well-aware of the… power she commanded over stallions and mares alike.
Even when he would be strolling down the street, holding the taller mare’s hands without a care in the world, or wrapped up in a couple’s embrace… there was no shortage of truly awestruck stares from those who happened to be passing by.
Oskar pondered her question for a moment, though really only to save some face. He remembered all the times that the two of them had gotten intimate over the course of their relationship. But for the sake of not making it seem like that was all he ever thought about (it wasn’t in the slightest), he took an extra second to field the response:
“Uhhh… just before you got wounded.”
Midnight nodded, that smile of hers not abating in the slightest. He felt her tighten her hold on his elbows.
“That’s what I thought…” she began, then lamented, then she alluded skillfully:
“Fuck… two whole months. It’s no wonder I was still dying in some manner~.”
And of course Oskar was gonna take the bait, hook line and sinker.
He brought his other hand to bear over her neglected breast, and squeezed her two girls together within her bra. The chasm of cleavage that he created was as inviting as it was arousing, and his urge to bury his face in between them only won out by how gorgeous her face was… especially with how the front of her golden locks were windswept across the top third of her face.
He bade her onward whilst sinking all of his fingers into her chest and full-on kneading her.
“Yeah?”
He playfully tugged at the cups of her bra as she continued through her much longer, heavier breaths. Her mouth was now perpetually, slightly ajar.
“Y-Yeah…” she began. “I couldn’t even touch myself without setting off the heart rate monitors. I’ve missed you so much, Os…
“Also, I really missed this,” she said.
And with her emphasis on that word, she arched her back, pressing her boobs further firmly into his tender touch… but went even further and wiggled her crotch right up against his already-hard, covered member.
While he had gotten the privilege to jack off on a near daily basis to the thought of her, he, of course, was deprived of having Midnight essentially do it for him with various parts of her body.
Ergo, all the emotions surrounding their more intimate reuniting had borne fruit, and he shuddered as a sensitive, electric pleasure—a small taste of what was to seemingly come—made its way through his core. His heart raced at the implication, and he beamed widely at her nigh-wordless exhortation.
He just needed the blessing.
He rebutted playfully, and followed up with a lewd accentuation to his words as if he was shocked by her admission:
“Oh yeah? First day out of the hospital and you already wanna bang?
“L-Lewd!” he further joked.
Midnight giggled desirously.
“Well, to be fair… the doctor did actually say I should not have sex with you until I healed up a bit more,” she noted.
Oskar blinked… was that true? Was she just winding him up like that for shits and giggles, all for her own devious pleasure? It was definitely something that she would do… as cruel as it would be.
Was she really gonna ‘get him up’ and then let him down like the exact opposite version of Rick Astley… if Mr. Astley had the ability to get one's dick diamond hard?
Who was he kidding… of course he did!
Or… Midnight could be lying out of that sculpted ass of hers. That was always possible.
Oskar cocked an eyebrow.
“Really? Did the doc really say that—actually enumerate that in the ‘things you should not do?’” he asked, completely skeptical.
Midnight flashed him that smile that he was always crazy about… the one that wordlessly let him know that whatever she said (or was going to say) was sincere, with an accent of fun times to come.
“Hehe, actually yes! The head physician in the infirmary was actually a combat medic when we were both starting out in the Solar Guard. We both got promoted to better positions after a while, so the only time we’d get to shoot the shit again was if I did something stupid during training,” she so fondly remembered.
She sighed out with a bit of sarcastic bliss on her face.
Now Oskar could definitely see something like that happening.
He chuckled.
“Of course you would… and so. Were you just getting me going all for nothing?” he quipped, waggling his eyebrows.
It would’ve been totally okay with him—part of the charm was all of her antics, even if it meant getting blue-balled. He could just rub one out in the shower it came to that… or on her. That would be an acceptable replacement… for now.
Midnight giggled cutely into both of her hands, but never broke her lidded, lustful eye contact with Oskar, nor made any movement away from him that would indicate the ceasing of further intimacies.
Don’t, Middy… don’t give me hope…
She then took the liberty of oh so matter-of-factly pointing out with that allusive accent to her words:
“Well…” she began anew. “The doc said I couldn’t fuck you… but he technically didn’t say that you couldn’t fuck me~,”
Oskar stared blankly for a moment down at her.
“R-Really? I’m… I’m not sure that’s how it works, babe…?” he wagered, chuckling.
Midnight, however, merely beamed lewdly back at him… and that returned him to full mast just by her face alone. Oh the power she wielded over him.
She cocked an eyebrow.
“Are you really complaining right now?” she asked.
He bit his lip—he was no idiot.
“Oh hell no, baby…” he whispered, shaking his head.
He then pressed his rock-hard length right up against her barely-visible cameltoe in her panties.
Midnight giggle mischievously.
“Mmmmm, I love when you call me that.
“So… me being ‘wounded’ means that, by doctor’s orders, I can’t do much of any pleasurable work tonight. So I think you’ll have to do it for me,” she said…
...and then punctuated by drawing her tongue once over her upper lip, and lingering over her fang.
Oskar leaned over her completely, pressing the tip of his nose to the tip of her muzzle and smiled broadly down at her. He could not contain the childlike giddiness inside of him, welling up and smashing against his innards like a pissed off toddler…
...and Midnight apparently saw through that, as she began giggling all over again in kind. Though, that extra bit of blush that made its way to her cheeks was what sealed it for him.
Oh yeah. It’s business time.
“I’d love to, Middy… especially if it involves breaking that horrendous dry spell of yours,” he further alluded.
And before Midnight could even reply to him with her own riposte, Oskar sealed his lips to hers again… whatever her reply was to be, it merely entered his mouth in the form of a blissful, drawn out moan.
Oskar angled himself so that his hand could slide up her body once more, and cup her still-covered, left breast… though Midnight sure didn’t make the angle as seamless as possible: she tightened her hold around his waist via her legs. This further constricted his throbbing length right against her covered mound, but he made do with what he could…
…so this time, he decided to let both of his hands cup Midnight’s cheeks, and hold her there as he began to trace his tongue over her pearly whites. Instead, with his mare’s implicit exhortation, he began grinding his length against her once more… from base to head, he made sure that she could feel everything that lay waiting for her within his mesh shorts.
And he seemed to be garnering the effect he was looking for… as when he separated from her mouth for a little bit of air, he concluded a rather agonizingly slow, firm grind against her, and Midnight cooed in pleasure.
“Oooooh… Os please…~,” she moaned.
He pressed his cheek to hers, letting his eyes rest peacefully as he resolved to just feel and hear his mare… feeling her writhe against his covered length, and hearing the constant, fiery rapport of her shaky breaths, as well as those angelic moans.
“Middy…” he groaned right back, softly kissing a line up her cheek to her ear.
“What do you want, my Songbird?”
She nearly growled through her strained, desperate pleasure… a sound that brought Oskar to the height of his arousal:
“Relief!”
He chuckled lasciviously, and left a final, fleeting kiss right on the tuft of her ear.
“I can do that!” he whispered. “But first, let’s get you out of these,” he alluded.
Oskar pulled back and righted his posture, and his heart both melted, exploded, and pounded in excited anxiousness when Midnight radiated pure sexual energy from that bright smile. He always loved how those eyes of hers—perhaps it was a batpony thing—seemed to glow consistently brighter depending on how dark their environment was.
He was in the sights of his predator… and he wielded all the cards. His excitement couldn’t be contained much longer, and manifested itself as a painful twitch in his cock.
The ‘beautifully torturous,’ longing pain in his loins was further amplified when Midnight traced a couple fingers to her cleavage, and with another, accentuous lick of her lips, she undid the clasp at the front. The cups now lay lifeless with no support atop her breasts—begging to be removed.
Oskar blinked, and then shook his head softly once—surprised.
“Whoa… since when the hell do you have a bra that opens in the front?” he asked, idly digging his fingers into her hips.
She simply rebutted by asking oh-so matter-of-factly:
“My arms and shoulders have limited movement right now, sweetie… reaching behind me wouldn’t really be good for me, would it~?”.
And that made Oskar laugh heartily, still beaming at his mare beneath him… especially when the realization of her words hit him.
“So you planned this from the beginning, huh?”
She tried to speak through her impending, guilty laughter, but seemed to be having a little trouble concealing that:
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Coor-tee-man-chee~,”
“Oh oOoOokay fuckin’ Mango Slut,” he replied knowingly.
And rather than add anything to continue the banter, he slid his hands back up her stomach, and right atop her breasts, with the lifeless, now-non-supported cups of her bra still separating their skin.
He flicked his gaze up to her eyes one last time, and found not just a loving smile as the go ahead… but one that held an aura of desperation. And Midnight releasing a shaky breath once his eyes locked onto hers told him everything he needed to know.
She needed this… so badly… maybe even worse than him, if that was even possible.
And with that, Oskar unceremoniously lifted both cups off and to the side, while Midnight shimmied her shoulders from out under the supports, as well as her arms. With a little bit of light maneuvering, he then yanked the now-useless garment out from under Middy’s back, and tossed it onto the floor on the left.
He paused for a moment to just… take in the sight.
He let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. Midnight’s full, plump breasts came to rest at gravity’s whim, just slightly separating out from her cleavage by virtue of their perkiness. His salivation from hunger was full-force, and Midnight didn’t exactly help that along when she squeezed them together between her biceps, forming an even more inviting chasm of cleavage than no bra could replicate.
Of course, this was the case simply by her hard, suckable nipples pointing right at his face.
It wasn’t even a question of if he would relent, but rather, when?
Middy took the luxury of giggling hungrily, and helping him make a decision:
“Mmmm… they miss you, Os… and they’re all yours,” she cooed.
And that ‘when’ was now.
Stretching out his lower body and, reluctantly, extricating his covered length from Midnight’s crotch, he softly lay down atop her.
Again, an outside observer might find the size discrepancy amusing… but there was just something about laying down on your girl, and having her envelop you in any way she liked.
Of course, he loved letting Midnight lay down on him in any way she liked, but this just hit differently with Midnight having a good few inches on him.
He made sure to carefully place his weight on her lower body, more so than he would normally on account of any residual soreness she would have from her injuries. But once he was fully atop her, with those delicious looking tits in his face, Midnight hummed contentedly—it seemed that she, too, enjoyed having her lover lay his entire weight on her.
Not content to waste any more time in a bid to bring his mare the pleasure she had been deprived of for so long, he supplanted her biceps with his hands on the sides of her breasts. He ‘scooped’ them together, corralling them and squeezing them much like she did, and he buried his face into her bosom.
Pressing his nose to her sternum and inhaling her scent, the smell of her bodywash from an earlier shower, on top of just her natural scent from their slightly more benign ‘activities’ willed his eyes shut. All the while, he squeezed those puppies on his face, relishing in the velvety, microfiber feel of her flesh courtesy of the most infinitesimal layer of coat over her body.
The soft, shaky breaths that fell from Midnight’s mouth graced his ears as he continued indulging himself. In response, it was then his turn to hum blissfully:
“Hmmmm~.”
Oskar started drawing his lips up her sternum, planting kisses until he reached the cutest little bit of chest floof that rested right in her cleavage. And that’s when he began properly massaging her orbs, giving them a gentle squeeze at the base which elictited the cutest, desperate squeak out of her mouth… but had the intended effect of puffing up her slightly darker-colored nipples.
Like two small, juicy, ripe little grapes fresh on the vine on a spring day, they called to him.
Oskar then inhaled as he took her left nipple into his mouth.
Midnight gasped.
“Ah!”
And that immediately devolved into one of the sexiest coos that Oskar had heard in a long time.
It was a tentative suck… more like a glorified kiss when he released her stiff nipple with a wet-sounding pop. But he quickly dove back in and began lovingly passing over it with the flat of his tongue…
...which in turn morphed into him tracing around her nipple. He did his best to pay as much attention to her neglected breast, taking as much as he could in his left hand and both squeezing and kneading as he was able, but he was much more focused on getting Midnight’s puffy nipple back into his mouth.
And so he did. This time, he made a proper effort to suck as he pleased.
Midnight moaned shakily through her bitten lip.
“Mmmmm… oo-oh fuck I’ve missed this, too!”
Oskar felt her back up her verbal encouragement by running her fingers through his unkempt hair, stroking his scalp with her nails and holding him right in position, much like he did earlier to her.
While he was busy contorting his tongue around her nipple and simultaneously sucking, he felt her other hand fall atop of his, and so graciously ‘help’ him in toying with her criminally ignored tit.
Criminal indeed—and Oskar felt it was about time to rectify that.
With little grace, he extricated himself from her peak with an even wetter sounding pop that seemed to echo through his empty room… and was punctuated with another curt, pleasure-filled groan from his mare.
He spared a look up at his already lust-drunk warrior princess, smiling hungrily as she just… relished in his treatment.
Breathing heavily, he finally replied ravenously:
“Heh… you’ve missed this?
“Hah… god if there weren’t guards and other docs around, I’d’ve taken you on your hospital bed right there,” he voiced.
And then, promptly descended on her right breast and inhaled her nipple into his mouth with none of the previous foreplay he afforded the left.
“MMPH!” Midnight reacted through pursed lips…
...and then emitted a low, drawn out, horny giggle.
“Hehehe ooooh~? Just like this?” she further inquired.
Oskar pulled back while still sucking really hard, yanking her nipple upwards by virtue of suction until he, reluctantly, let it pop out of his mouth. He watched her boob elastically bounce back and return to its former, glorious shape.
Feeling a small sheen of moisture forming on his hairline, he wiped his forehead and spoke huskily:
“Hah… yeah, Middy… just like this… though, admittedly… heh… I’d’ve put my face between your legs by now. Lord knows how little time we’d’ve had,” he further postulated.
Then winked at her.
Midnight blushed, and further lidded her eyes challengingly. She breathed heavily as she licked her lips once more.
“Mmmm really? And how would you go about that? Care to emm… demonstrate, my dear?” she implicitly demanded, then bit her lower lip anticipatingly.
HELL YEAH I DO!
Or, at least he wanted to scream that, but Oskar felt it was best to keep some semblance of the ‘mood’ in check.
He grinned.
“I’d love to, gorgeous,” he said.
And after giving both of her tits an extra, firm squeeze, and a quick suck of both of her nipples, he began kissing his way down her body.
First, he buried his face in her sternum once more, and Midnight got the message to squeeze his face in her bosom herself, with the help of her biceps again. Next, he began planting kisses downward… just under her chest, and then down to her navel, where he came face to face with her flexing abs.
Like the man of culture that he was, he gave into his desire to run his tongue up one side of said abs, and then down the other… feeling the hilly musculature underneath. And that definitely garnered him yet another pleasure-filled giggle from the mare he was pampering.
“Oooooh ehehehe, that tickles! Mmmm...~”
He’d continue if he didn’t already have a request to fulfill. Hell, one of his fantasies was for Midnight to pour cider down her naked body and he’d lick it up from her abs.
Because… is that also not but the goal of man?
Oskar chuckled right back, and when he came face-to-face with her still-panty-clad slit, he teasingly hooked his fingers into the waistband…
...but did nothing while he continued to kiss down her inner thigh.
By by the time he gently sunk his teeth into her sensitive flesh there, Midnight had reached her boiling point:
“Oh my Celestia OS… take ‘em off or I’ll crush your head in my legs!” she threatened.
To him, that wasn’t exactly a threat, and he flashed a sarcastically incredulous gaze up at her, cocking an eyebrow.
“You’re presenting two very compelling options for me, babe. You really expect me to choose?”
“OSKAR!”
He chuckled evilly, acquiescing as he began to slide her panties down her legs. He also stuck his tongue out at her.
“Oh alright, sheesh you’re no fun,” he joked, to which Midnight returned with a blown raspberry of her own.
Her panties quite literally peeled off her mound before he was able to slide them down her legs and off her hoove. Oskar then discarded them over his shoulder, where they landed at the foot of his bed with a rather telling, somewhat wet slap.
His sexual longing knew few bounds right now, especially when he spread her legs again and lay eyes upon her slit—just as he remembered it. She was soaked, and seeing that, combined with her natural smell was beginning to drive him mad.
But… where was the fun in diving right in?
Oskar held Midnight’s leg in his embrace and nuzzled his face into her ever-powerful muscles that were naked and on display. He was given an ultimatum to do something that would bring about her unreleased desires, pent up for the last two months.
So, he tantalizingly drew parallel lines down her leg, her inner thigh, and then up to her sopping wet pussy. Never breaking eye contact with her, he used his three middle-most fingers to press up flush against her vulva, and drawing out even more of her arousal.
Oskar snapped his gaze from between her legs, back up to her face, and was rewarded with Midnight’s open-mouth smile, accompanied by a blissful whine as she let her head fall back into his pillow.
She she hissed pleasurably, releasing her held breath:
“Mmmmm yessssss,”
This far in, Oskar had no intention of teasing her further. After curling his middle finger and running the fingertip up and down the entire length of her slit, he dipped said finger inside her up to his first knuckle…
…and then inserted his ring finger.
Midnight groaned, and Oskar got to watch her run her own hands up her body, and then tentatively cup both of her breasts.
“HaaaaAAAH…~”
He planted a couple kisses onto her leg, and then scooted over to her left so he could have a more advantageous angle to foray his fingers further. As much as he wanted to jam both his fingers into the depths of her cunt and fingerblast (emphasis on the blast) her, Oskar did not feel this would adequately convey all the emotions and feelings he had for the thestral beneath him…
…yet, of course. There would be a proper time for blasting.
Inch-by-inch, second by second, he observed his mare’s reaction as he sheathed his fingers completely into her… and her final, satisfied moan came about, confirming to him that she was indeed, pleasantly full.
Her wetness was already trickling down the sides of his knuckles, and he himself sighed out harmoniously when he could feel her wet warmth around him in some capacity.
He smirked knowingly at her.
“There we go…~,” he began.
He then further added with that teasing, story-telling accentuation to his words:
“See, I’d start with something like this, Middy… And then, after looking over my shoulder to make sure the doctors were still properly pissing off somewhere…”
Oskar withdrew his fingers up to his fingertips, and he flicked his gaze back up to Midnight’s, where the pleasure-filled, lust-drunkenness briefly morphed into one of disappointment, desperation, and longing…
...longing at the feeling of his fingers filling her fucktunnel and finding fulfilment, finally.
But, as he then demonstrated by pressing his fingers forward again and hilting inside of her once more, her fears of an ‘untimely and shameful withdrawal from the field of battle’ were rather unfounded.
Her desperate whining was a natural aphrodisiac to him:
“Ahhh… Oskar… please… I’ve missed a proper fingering from you, too!~”
And at those words, he promptly picked things up… thrusting his fingers into her at an easy pace. His breath left him much heavier than earlier, and the sounds of his digits pleasuring Midnight’s soaking-wet loins were barely drowned out by Midnight’s gradual moans.
“Yeah, Middy?” he dared ask. “Just like this?”
He nibbled at his lip as he picked up the pace further, deciding to save some of his best technique for last… he wanted to draw out the pleasure for her as long as possible—to service his wounded warrior of a mare.
Midnight whimpered, nodding as Oskar made his thrusts into her that much more forceful and precise.
“YeeEES!,” she cried.
She then demanded in a raspy, desperate tone that brooked absolutely zero argument:
“But… properly! FINGERFUCK ME!”
Oskar spoke breathily, the room seemingly becoming much more humid as he had her right where he wanted her.
“Hehe… mmmm anything for you!”
And he followed that up by pressing his fingers flat against her upper walls, feeling for that special rougher spot inside of her that she had pointed out to him earlier in their relationship…
...during their more expeditionary phase into the sexual realm.
Her garbled whimper as a result let him know that he was right where he was supposed to be.
Curling his fingers upward as he went, he resumed thrusting back and up, as if with each actuation, he was trying to levitate her off his sheets.
The gorgeous sounds flowing from Midnight’s mouth heralded her losing herself to the throes of her slowly increasing pleasure and lust:
“FUCK yes! Ahh… HAH! Just like that!” Midnight huffed out .
And Oskar would see to it that she did.
Two months… two months she spent, in god knows what pain since the beginning. Unable to get any sort of sexual relief in the slightest, either provided by herself, or by him. While he would gladly watch Midnight writhe her body over his silky sheets like she was now… gripping onto them as if they would provide her immediate respite…
...and watch her delicious pussy leak onto his sheets, her elixir staining the fabric between her legs…
…he would much rather bring her that relief.
Much rather take her to the heights she desperately longed to scale once more.
To make her cum.
Over and over and over again!
He made sure to hold the flat of his fingers against her upper wall extra firmly for just that much longer to drive home the point of his response:
“Fuck yeah… like this, Middy?!” he asked.
“YES!”
Oskar resumed with a much faster and harder pace, and the wet sound of his fingers slamming up against her wall was now extremely audible… though nowhere on par with Midnight’s fresh cries waterfalling from her maw.
“FUCK! Oh Celestia—AHN—I’VE NEEDED THIS!
“MMMMPH… MPHHH… AHH! I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!”
Oskar’s erection was threatening to tear out of his pants like the hulk… as if his cock even was a hulk. This was further spurred on by the angelic sound of Midnight’s moans reaching a fever pitch.
Her voice was getting higher and higher, and he watched lustfully as she began clenching her abs and lifting her lower body to match his movements.
But this wasn’t the end-all be-all. He wasn’t done just yet.
Just before he was sure Midnight was about to hit her peak, he yanked his fingers from out of her… and promptly stuffed his face in between her legs. Before Midnight even had the ability to register the sudden ceasing of orgasmic buildup, the job of his fingers was outsourced to his tongue.
Just as planned.
From the moment Oskar hooked both his arms around her thighs for support, he began ravenously descending on her little slit. He drew his tongue up her vulva tentatively, but then pressed past them so he could—as he liked to call it—attempt to eat his way to her heart.
Once his tongue began lapping greedily at her swollen, needy insides, Midnight’s reaction was instantaneous:
“SHIT! AHHNNN! Oh… oH! Okay… yeah… YEAH! FUCK RIGHT THERE!”
Of course he would obey her… but not just because she was in desperate need of release.
Goddamn she tasted amazing.
He didn’t know if it was just her, or batponies themselves but she tasted amazingly sweet. If he had to wager, being a ‘mango slut’ had some definite perks…
…and it only made him want to devour her at every opportunity he got.
He hummed encouragingly, knowing that he was sending all the vibrations of his voice straight into her:
“Mmhmmmm? Hmmmm!”
He felt both of Midnight’s hands grip two fistfuls of his hair right at the base, and held him right where he was. He wouldn’t stop… he was incapable of stopping right now.
Oskar diligently continued to lap greedily—needily. His simultaneous thirst and hunger for her nectar needed to be sated on a primal level for him.
And he would get his wish.
Midnight growled through gritted teeth, and continued to diligently hold him in place.
“AHHH SHIT!”
“HMMM!”
“YES! Rightthererightthererightthere!”
Midnight desperately held him suspended where he was.
He found the jackpot, and ‘hammered’ that special spot with his tongue.
“Hah… HAH! YES! FUCK! Makemecummakemecummakemecum—YES! FUCKKK!”
That was it.
He could feel the entire flexing of her lower body as she climaxed… so intense in fact, Oskar was briefly worried that she’d reinjure herself somehow. But that all was pushed to the back of her mind as her powerful orgasm manifested through a soundless cry.
Opening his eyes and holding his tongue RIGHT where it was, he could see her mouth agape as she rode through the first couple seconds of her apex.
And then her lower body was borne to his bed once more, and she released his vice-like hold on his head.
She moaned out much more softly.
“FFFFuuuuck… yesss…”
Oskar extricated himself from between her legs and began taking in life-giving air that was denied to him sufficient quantities—a more-than acceptable sacrifice in his opinion.
As he sat upright on his knees to get proper oxygen flow back to his system, he was able to properly meet Midnight’s gaze once more with his own, light-headed bliss…
…and drunk would have definitely been a little bit of an understatement.
Oh how she smiled at him… the warmth that welled up in his core, his chest, and his cheeks like the most satisfying bath in Equestria. Oskar felt like he, once again, was getting lost in those emerald eyes, mined from the finest crystal caves of his heart.
It all manifested in a shy smile of his own… thrilled that he could be the one to bring her to such stratospheric heights of pleasure and ultimately break her commanding, flirty outer shell. Her post-orgasmic glow radiated brightly of the trust she had in him… to be gentle with her when she needed it most and to see her in such a vulnerable, submissive state.
He was smitten.
“Hey there, gorgeous—how’re you feeling?” he asked.
Midnight sighed out the absolute cutest little squeak… and if this were an anime, she’d have pink hearts in her eyes right now.
She batted her eyelashes at him.
“Amazing thanks to you, handsome… but… heh… you know what else I’ve been missing?”
Again, she lidded her eyes, and appeared to be salivating at whatever prospect she was going to bring up to him. Oskar could hazard a few guesses as to what that was. But, he’d be damned if he didn’t play along.
He placed a couple kisses on her bent legs, and took every liberty to run his hands over them whilst he asked:
“And what might that be?”
She beckoned him with a come-hither motion, running her tongue over her fangs while giggling huskily.
“Well, how about to get those shorts off and come here… maybe you’ll find out then?”
“Mmmm I love the sound of that~,” he added.
Doing what he was told, Oskar hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and slid them down unceremoniously. A few, residual feelings of embarrassment began to well up within him as this was the first time he was naked in front of Midnight in the last two months… and the hopes that he hadn’t gotten too out of shape from worrying about her were surfacing.
But after sloppily getting out of his garments and tossing them aside, he was relieved and overjoyed to see how she stared at his dick so… hungrily. Her eyes seemed to sparkle once it was sprung free of what token restraint his mesh shorts provided.
She then opened both her arms wide, and reached out to him, as if she could command him through the ether over to her. In a way, Oskar felt this was exactly what was happening.
Hell, was he gonna even conceivably say ‘no’ to that face?
She then reminded him rather impatiently:
“Get over here, sweetie!”
He already started crawling over, using her waiting embrace as a guiding light, as if he was going to land an aircraft on a runway. There were a few possible ‘runways’ in that sense.
Much like before, Oskar crawled on top of her, swinging one leg over her waist as he gently bore his weight down on her once more. Oskar met her eyes once more, nuzzling his nose into hers for a moment before he hungrily descended on her lips.
Midnight hummed, then softly pried his face from hers with another satisfying-sounding smack.
“Hehe… as much as I love making out with you, Os, I’d much rather get reacquainted with erm… little Os,” she said, winking.
Oskar jokingly sighed out in faux annoyance.
“God I hate when you call my cock that,” he voiced.
And apparently his reaction was exactly what Middy was looking for, if her evilly silly laughter was anything to go by.
“I know. That’s why I keep doing it… now come oooooooon,” she whined.
She further teased with that cutesy tone that further ‘infuriated’ the poor dude.
“I wanna give him a kiss too~!”
But in the end as he sat back up and, perhaps a bit awkwardly, shimmied forward to present his throbbing length to her, it reminded him of one rather pertinent fact:
This mare is truly perfect. I think I’ll keep her…
...as if I’m the one making that decision, hehe~.
Literally straddling her chest, and with his twitching member right in front of her face, Oskar always found this position… interesting. It felt weird to him, but when Midnight’s gaze turned voracious like she was getting ready to eat mango, he suddenly had a dearth of reasons as to why he didn’t like this pose.
And in thinking for a moment, he figured this was probably what it felt like to him when he wanted Midnight to sit on his face that one time. Good god the blush she had, and how embarrassed she looked at the thought of crushing him under her weight.
But goddamn that was a good time—and that’s when he reminded himself that the easiest way to a woman’s… or a mare’s heart was to simply eat one’s way to it.
Oskar was again torn out of his thoughts when he felt Middy’s fingers delicately wrap around his shaft… and when he glanced down at her, he was forced to give up a gentle shudder when she purposefully, tentatively traced her thumb from the base, upward. She cartographed one of his veins with her finger before enveloping his length completely in her delicate embrace.
He felt his eyes lid on their own accord, as he linked his gaze with his mare’s once more.
It always amazed him how he could lose some semblance of composure with her simplest of touches.
“Whoa…” he said breathily.
She giggled at his reaction, then blew a strand of her mane out of her face and purred.
“Hehe, don’t you dare blow early, sweetie… I wanna have my fun, first,~” she said.
She then figuratively underlined that last sentence of hers by again biting her lip for a fleeting moment.
And that’s when Oskar felt her hand begin to stroke him… along with employing her left hand to gingerly cup his sack.
It didn’t exactly take long for him to start leaking profusely like a worn faucet, which quickly began coating her delicate, velvety grip when she ran her fingers up the underside of his head.
And that in turn further coated his length in his own pre on her equally soft, but firm downstroke.
Oskar groaned, really getting into her soft, deliberate movements:
“O-Oh… fuck…”
She had remembered just how to play him from the first times they had experimented with one another.
He chuckled along with her when she gave up another gentle laugh at his reaction.
“Always loved how amazing you were with your hands, babe…”
He saw Midnight’s cheeks color, and the right corner of her mouth was tugged upward in a coy smirk.
“Mmmm… yeah, Os? You mean since the first time I jerked you off right onto my face~?” she asked rhetorically.
That one memory… the first time she ever graced his naked body with her own. Oh how she sat on her knees right in front of him, and just masturbated him onto that waiting, sexy face of hers. He recalled vividly those gorgeous crystals of eyes, staring right into his… her pupils wide and abyssal, demanding that he give her everything he had been saving up for her since they started dating.
It was that same look. And that same, familiar tingle made itself known in his lower body—his mare was back, and with a vengeance!
“Oh god yes, Middy… Mmmm… I think… ah—I think you took a couple—hmmm—years off my life with that one…” he reminisced.
He faced it—it had been much too long since they touched each other like this. His hips were already beginning to move back and forth against Midnight’s motions on their own accord.
And his predicament wasn’t exactly helped when—after Midnight emitted a mix of a throaty giggle and a groan—loosed her long tongue from her mouth and took an expeditionary lick on, and around the head of his cock. She cleaned him entirely of any precum that had pooled at his tip.
She then exaggerated her slurping sound when she pulled her tongue back into its lair.
“Mmmmph… just as tasty as I remember~,” she ‘observed.’
That final lick sent a rather sharp instance of pleasure right up his spine, and it manifested in one hell of a shudder… and further out his mouth as a shaky groan. Oskar felt his right eye close half-way on its own.
She didn’t cease her stroking, nor her fondling.
“Fuuuck! Middy… y-you’re gonna end me r-real sooOON if you keep—HMM—that up,” Oskar warned.
While he had figured that Midnight wouldn’t want him to be spent so soon… he apparently figured wrong, as her eyes brightened, and reflected the magical candlelight right back at him.
She then asked all cutesy-like:
“Ooooh? Then what’s stopping you, handsome~?”
But like the absolute unit of a mare she was, Middy went even further beyond merely issuing challenging words:
She opened her mouth, pressing her tongue right against the underside of his head, and began furiously stroking him. She morphed her tongue further around his cock, creating an ideal gulley strip that would catch all of his cum should he choose to give into her ministrations right then and there.
Not like he had much of a choice… or even wanted to choose otherwise from that point on.
“OooOOH—holy shit—Middy!”
Her eyes brightened, and she smiled through her open mouth.
“Ahhh-Haaaahn!”
Oskar thrust the palm of his hand against the wall that his bed was flush next to, needing emergency stabilization lest he keel over from the absolute, seemingly literal magic that Midnight was working his cock with.
The wet, sticky sound of her hand gliding gracefully over his throbbing shaft with a speedy, purposeful intent had already drowned out his own heavy breathing and groans. That familiar tingle, that pleasurable, ecstatic welling within his loins was quickly approaching the precipice.
And of course, that tongue pressed up flat against the underside of his head was certainly helping things along.
“Midnight… I’m close…”
She squeaked in delight, her eyes brightening.
“Ahhh….!” she nodded.
That was the oil slick on the road that made him careen through all the guardrails and over the cliff of ecstasy.
“FUCK, MIDD—!”
Like a hydraulic pump, Oskar felt himself spewing his cum right onto Midnight’s awaiting tongue… just like she had so planned for.
He quickly lost count of how many ropes of his seed he painted her tongue and the inside of her mouth with. Midnight—moaning elatedly through her still wide-open maw—further encouraged him to empty himself as she continued to wring his cock out onto her tongue.
She never once stopped staring right up at him.
And by the time he was done twitching and groaning… Midnight had milked a damn lake of his pearlescence into the gulley of her prehensile tongue. And he hadn’t the slightest how much had disappeared into the back of her mouth.
He groaned, hyperventilating at this point and still dutifully stabilizing himself against his wall.
“O-Ohh my fuck… Middy…”
Finally able to open his eyes fully, and even though the residual twitching in the lower half of his body continued, he gazed upon his mare beneath him with that fresh glow that she, too, sported.
Except, the extra surprise was that she kept a nice, firm hold of his now-semi-flaccid cock... along with keeping the head dipped in the major handiwork on her tongue.
He left a goddamn mess. And she had done well to capture all of it.
And apparently making sure he was watching, she slithered her tongue back into her mouth like a dragon claiming treasure for itself. Oskar couldn’t look away, mouth slackened, as her emerald eyes held him affixed…
...and he watched her swallow all of it. She then opened her now-empty mouth with a satisfied click of her tongue.
“Ahhhhh…~,” she sighed.
She licked her lips like she would clean herself after a rewarding meal, then smiled widely before reiterating the running word theme for the night:
“Now I’ve definitely missed that!”
Midnight opened her mouth to inhale his now-softer cock, and Oskar felt her looooovely tongue begin to run over his ultra-sensitive head. She then moved further down to the top part of his shaft and beyond, cleaning him off of every drop she could on the way.
Oskar chuckled, albeit tiredly as his life-force slowly recharged itself… as is oft to happen when your marefriend sucks your soul out via your cock. He was still in somewhat of a daze.
“My… fucking god…” he mused. “I’m… so happy to have you back, babe…” was all he could really come up with in his foggy, sexually muddled brain right now.
Midnight produced the cutest smirk, accompanied with the tiniest, self-satisfied batpony ‘EEEE’ sound, before devolving into another lustful giggling fit.
“Don’t you dare go thinking that you’re done here yet, hotstuff,” she warned him.
She started stroking his semi-flaccid dick once more… though she seemed more interested in running her thumb over his head, and ‘cleaning off’ any residual cum.
Oskar shuddered..
“Heh, oh believe me babe… I know. Gonna need just a little bit to recoup, though,” he mentioned.
And those seemed to be the right words, because Midnight smirked deviously… and scrawled on that beautiful smile of hers was guaranteed fun times with whatever plans she was scheming up once more.
Midnight oh-so lovingly offered:
“Then how about I help you with that, handsome~?”
Oskar watched as she placed both his hands on his thighs and willed him down her body slightly, but never asked him to get up off of her (the absolute madmare). His core tingled as his excitement began welling up furiously when he quite literally fell into her master plan to get him to full mast once more:
His cock found itself nestled on her sternum, and Oskar barely processed next steps before Midnight squished both her tits around his length… enveloping him completely in her bosom. The feeling of her pillowy breasts securing him right in place sent his mind reeling once more, and just that alone got him about three-fourths hard again. What further sealed it for him was just the image that he’d sear into his brain, much like the previous one of him releasing onto Midnight’s tongue.
“O-Oh my…” was all he could muster through his groaning.
Midnight purred playfully.
“And I know you missed this, my little human~,” she said.
And then immediately began rocking his world again when she started pressing her tits around him much more firmly, while running them both up and down his shaft in alternating, pendulous fashion.
The head of his already-leaking-again cock was a metronome in her skillful hold. Oskar was about to place his hand on the wall again to stabilize himself, but Midnight stopped him right where he was.
“Nope!” she giggled.
And simultaneously asked and demanded so nicely, adding that extra innocent inflection to her words:
“You put both your hands on my boobies—get yourself niiiiice and hard again for me… please?”
Oskar moaned at those words, yet felt that he could in no way disobey her implicit marching orders… and his cock assumed direct control at this point anyway. He took a quick glance back up at her face, and found those lustfully lidded eyes that had become a mainstay of their relationship… and when she bit her lower lip once more, he did just as he was told.
He placed his hands atop of hers, further squishing his well-nestled rod in her pillowy cleavage, letting her hardened nipples poke through between the knuckles of their fused fingers. With her little nubs literally right there, Oskar had no capability of resisting toying with them—brushing his thumbs over them, softly flicking them, circling them, and then pressing them into her tit like a proper button.
Not necessarily in that order.
Oskar’s heart was warmed, beat ever faster in excitement as he heard Midnight’s telltale, pleasureful sighing… and then the cute giggle that came forth immediately after.
“Well?” she asked.
She promptly slid her hands out from under his, and let her arms flop onto the bed, splaying out behind her head.
She beamed impishly.
“Fuck my tits… but don’t get too carried away, sweetie~,” she said, and then winked.
“Heh… no guarantees,” he quipped, and set about doing just that.
And as Oskar began slowly pushing his cock through the tight tunnel of her cleavage, he relished in every inch of her promised land that held him so snugly and securely against her sternum. A familiar pleasure already began making itself known… a pleasure that he had become infatuated with since the first time she exposed him to the pleasures of her breasts.
This was only supposed to serve the purpose of getting him hard again… a purpose which her tits had already served marvelously. Hell, as his cock hardened fully back to life, and throbbed almost painfully as Oskar continued to fuck her tight cleavage, he quickly recalled that Midnight had kinda ordered him to do this as a means to an end…
...though, that smile.
That fucking smile of hers and that fire in her emerald eyes that urged him onward was telling him otherwise. As the chasm between her full tits slickened further thanks to his dick leaking like the shittiest faucet in Equestria, Oskar found himself losing his ability to stop.
And boy did he feel like a fool for what he felt was stating the obvious:
“Mmm… fuck… Middy, god your tits are perfect…” he said,
He squeezed her soft melons a little harder, making her nipples puff out more between his fingers, but had the effect of adding just that much extra bit of tightness that fucktupled the pleasure welling up in his core.
He was really getting into it now… and was firmly thrusting into her tits, hammering his cock through her cleavage increasingly with abandon. Yes, her natural valley felt heavenly smothering his shaft, and the sheer image of her breasts bouncing every time his hips connected with their underside did well to further him towards a second release of the night…
...but it was Midnight herself that made it all the better.
Whenever Oskar would glance up at her face, his face damp with the moisture of exertion, her gaze was there to meet him, equally as lust-driven. Her lidded eyes promised him untold wonders of pleasure and ecstasy, and wordlessly enticed him forward to keep pounding her cleavage just. Like. That.
At least, that’s what it seemed like they were telling him... in conjunction with her sexiest, femininely sex-drunk giggles as she just let him have his way with her.
A familiar pressure was building within him. And as Oskar brushed her nipples yet again and squeezed her tits impossibly tighter around his slick cock, he was beginning to question if he would even have the willpower to stop.
Even thinking about extricating himself from such a heavenly position that ANY straight man would kill to be in only drove his brain to invoke scarcity policies with his body… and he began pounding harder.
Thankfully, at least one slightly cooler head prevailed.
Oskar suddenly felt an extra bit of pressure on his thighs, and angling his gaze a little lower, he found Midnight pressing both of her hands onto his thighs. She applied firm pressure in an attempt to get him to slow down.
That, and she further broke his titfucking reverie when—with that same smirk that could get him to full mast—she simply said:
“Stop.”
He did.
But fucking hell did it hurt… the throbbing in his cock refused to abate without proper, climax-level stimulation. Oskar gritted his teeth and took a few, reassuring breaths, regaining his composure and resisting all the urges to defy Midnight’s will and cream her cleavage.
He resisted… only just.
The sudden stop left him with a mighty need… granted, it also provided him some reprieve from cumming immediately and needing to repeat the process again to get hard. But still, it wasn’t exactly what Oskar would call ‘ideal’ circumstances.
Oskar took a deep breath, but kept her tits squished around him… not so much for pleasure but to help starve out the excess bloodflow from his cock, so that Midnight breathing on it wouldn’t send him over the edge.
She smirked up knowingly at him, seemingly aware of his strife.
“I think you’re good and ready now, hmmm?” she asked, then motioned for him to get off of her.
“Oh yeah… y-you could say that,” he joked sarcastically.
“So let’s get back to the whole ‘you making me feel good’ thing~,” said Midnight.
Oskar got the message and—somewhat reluctantly—removed himself from Midnight’s cleavage, and got up off of her.
That’s when he was treated to his gorgeous mare—never averting her eyes—as she slowly turned over onto her stomach. Sure, he lost sight of the gorgeous tits he loved to play with in various fashions, but in turn he was provided with the uninhibited view of her perfect ass on display… the one that she loved to saunter, shake, and just flaunt in his general direction.
It also afforded him the chance to trace the curves of her muscular back… and then down to her stiff bat wings, her beautiful tail swishing invitingly, and then those mouthwatering dimples on her lower back that never failed to draw his eyes.
And during her shifting, he caught a glimpse of just how soaked she was once more. Moreover, that look on her face spoke of hellfire to come if Oskar did not bury himself between her legs once more.
Midnight breathed heavily as she spread her legs behind her, winking.
“See something you like, handsome?”
It was impossible for him not to bite his lip at that question, or the way she said it.
He barely said a thing before he had already crawled over to her, and shimmied back up between her legs. Once he was in position, Midnight got to her knees, resting her upper body on her forearms and presenting her ass, and her swollen, damp cunt in all their glory to him.
“Yeah…” he breathed out huskily at the sight.
“You.”
She gazed back at him sultrily, idly swaying her ass as if she could entice him further… and her motions further emphasized her dripping pussy underneath.
“Oooooh… heheh still the charmer I see~,” she added.
Her teasing tone quickly devolved into an audible gasp… and then a proper, soft moan escaped her mouth when Oskar pressed the head of his dick just past her vulva. He rubbed his head against her—just there—for a moment, eliciting further whines of ‘disapproval’ as he then traced the length of her slit from base to clit.
While he still intended on having his way with her, he found little purpose in torturing her further…
...especially after all she had been through.
He pressed the head in once more, and then gingerly eased the next couple inches of his length into her to the soundtrack of her reactionary, angelically long moan falling from her mouth.
“Ahhhn…”
And he evoked a much less dignified, pleasured cry of surprise from her when he smacked her right ass cheek before digging his fingers into the succulent flesh.
“AHHHCH, OS—!” she moaned.
And right at that moment he had culminated the sheathing of his cock into her molten depths—Midnight’s previous moan melded into her suddenly much more restrained coo of bliss.
“—kar...oooooohh… mmmm,”
Oskar had a little bit of trouble replying to that, mainly because Midnight was flexing around him—inviting him to further pound her needy slit at his leisure. However, had he started doing that right then and there, he’d’ve had a rather premature finish. So, he felt it was in everyone's best interest for him to just… relish in the moment.
And such relishing entailed both of his hands grasping the perfect handholds right in front of him, and massaging her perfect ass as he would her tits.
“Mmmm… fuck… I almost forgot how amazing you feel, Middy...” he, too, commented.
He locked his eyes with Midnight as she peered at him over her back out of the corner of her left eye.
She accented her demeanor by further flexing around him… squeezing his cock in a gentle vice, and reminding him of the power that she wielded, even as she was ‘vulnerable.’ Such a fact made him throb and twitch within her at the thought. Hell, she could almost certainly push him out…
...in fact there was one time she did when she came in the past.
Midnight feigned offense:
“You...f-forgot what I felt like? Mmmmm… that’s unacceptable, Os!” she exclaimed.
He then suddenly noticed her bending her shin, and he distinctly felt the heels of both her hooves against his lower back, ‘pushing’ him forward. And more than that, she brushed her tail against his right bicep.
“Guess we’ll just have to force your memory, huh?”
Oskar slapped her left asscheek at her playful query, earning himself another hungry, desirous moan. He then placed both his hands back on her ass for a proper hold.
“Fuck. Yes. I guess I could use some special… memory treatment,” he agreed.
Oskar withdrew his length from her, leaving only the head of his dick inside her… which he nearly felt guilty for when he saw the almost—disappointed look she had. The look where something good just didn’t last long enough. Her lone eye—combined with her slackened jaw emitting the cutest, lust-inducing heavy breaths—told him everything about her current mental state that no manner of words could ever express to him:
She missed him. She had vocalized this quite a bit the entire day, from the moment they embraced outside of the infirmary, to their much more intimate embrace now.
She missed him so much.
“Fuck me… please… I-I need it…”
And that look persisted… even when Oskar thrusted his length forward, once again burying himself completely into her pussy.
“Yeah, Middy…” he whispered huskily.
“Anything for you…”
And in that momentary relief for Midnight, who for the splittest of seconds seemed blissful and full… he understood everything she was saying to him right now. The fire in her eye(s) burned with a luminosity and ferocity that Oskar didn’t think he could attribute entirely to batpony ocular trickery.
Even as he continued to diligently sink his fingers into her fleshy bottom, and make sure to give her ass the deep tissue massage she so desperately needed from him… her expression remained. Even more as he built up his steady rhythm.
Full… then longing. Satisfied… then empty. Blissful… then hungry.
“Ahhnn… Ahhnn… Mmmmm… Os…”
“Mmmm… Middy…”
She really, really missed him.
I love you.
Oskar diligently picked up his pace, huffing, groaning, and staving off as best as he could the inevitable… and as much as he wanted to tear his gaze from Midnight’s face and just stare at her ass that bounced and jiggled every time he hammered his dick into her, he just… couldn’t..
Turning away from her face that undulated with his strokes into her felt like abandonment. Like she was extending her ethereal hand to him, and he was refusing to hold it.
He would never commit such a heinous crime. And Oskar could only hope he was conveying the same feelings that were radiating from his heart with even a fraction of the intensity that she was.
He really, really missed her.
I love you, too.
Midnight was the first to break their tunnel-vision, however, when Oskar angled his dick down towards her upper wall, and scraped his entire length right where she adored it. Combining things that she loved, he also did well to deliver another firm swat to her right asscheek…
...and then yanked backward from the base of her tail.
Her widened, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth temporarily.
“FAA—UUUCK YES!” she cried out.
She curtly readjusted her gaze back at him, and Oskar once again felt like prey in a predator’s ravenously hungry sights.
He loved that.
Oskar yanked back on her beautiful appendage yet again as he thrust deep and down into her, their hips slamming together. He asked rhetorically:
“Hehe, mmm… somepony loves tail play, huh?”
Her groaning reply was as desperate as it was hot:
“AHHHNN… YES! I LOOOVE IT!”
She further pressed her ass back into his crotch when he pulled back—Oskar got the message and sped his pacing up once more.
“U-uuuuUSE my tail! Yeah! OSKAR!” Midnight cried.
“Y-Yeah??” he asked.
Then with a brief lull in their fucking, he wraped her tail around his hand once to give him a proper ‘handle.’
“Like THIS?”
As his last word left his mouth, he pistoned right back into her with the aid of his newfound leverage, and Midnight just let her arms give way completely.
“YESSSSSS! Just… MMM…. like that baby… FUCK sweetie…”
She slumped entirely onto her chest and cheek, open-mouthed, moaning her pleasure back at him, and seemingly content on just letting him take the literal rein of her body
“What do you—Ahhh—want, Middy?”
“FUCK. ME.” she demanded through gritted teeth.
He buried his whole length into her, then withdrew.
“USE. ME.”
And again, he hilted himself.
“Ahhhn… RUT. ME.”
The rhythmic slapping only picked up frequency, and the gentle echoes through his dimly lit room seemed to drown out the raging storm outside. Combined with their moans of varying intensity, they were creating the chorus of their own, even more perfect storm within the comfort of his bedroom.
Their paces were in sync… their moans, their hearts seemed to fall into place together as they had.
Perhaps even better for him, fate was smiling upon him—Midnight’s angelic voice was getting higher and higher. Her cries grew evermore desperate. Her pleas were agonizing and heart-wrenchingly hotter.
She was close.
So was he… dangerously.
Oskar normally had no problem finishing first, and then getting her off right after. Usually that’s what happened. But this time after so long… after two months apart and barely able to see each other for small stints of visitation between her physical therapy…
...staggered orgasms weren’t going to fly with him.
He was on a hair trigger right now. Oskar needed her to cum first. He’d be right on top of her.
Midnight appeared to sense a deliberation in him through his continued beating down and into her pussy, and she weakly picked herself up slightly to look back at him.
“HAHN… Os… are you…?”
He nodded. She smiled.
“Me too!”
Music to his ears. He readjusted the hold on her tail, and like a proper engine, shifted all his efforts into the highest gear. Oskar properly pounded her slit, forging through her further moans and pleas that he couldn’t devote even the slightest brain processing power to, lest he finish instantly.
He yanked her tail back for added effect… their moans growing in volume and intensity together… the spiral upward continuing in earnest as their fucking reached its sweaty end.
And much like he started their session, he bestowed another, hard slap to Midnight’s ass.
“FUCK!!”
Midnight gritted her teeth after she shrilly shouted her one word rapport… and much like her first orgasm earlier, all went much more silent.
The sudden void of sexual sonorousness was more than made up for by what Oskar felt. Midnight flexed hard. Her abs tightened. She went stiff just before she started twitching through her now-blissful moaning as her second orgasm wracked her body.
And it was those ministrations that milked Oskar for whatever he had left. Through gritted teeth of his own, he came immensely. Much like her, the electric pleasure that radiated outward from his cock wracked him completely... and manifested in him emptying his seed into Midnight’s womb through the last thrusts he could give.
She wrung him out, entirely.
Midnight dropped to her stomach, and Oskar was content to lay with her, pulling out and laying right on top of her so he could properly level affection onto her.
The sounds of the storm outside returned as the storm in the room abated. Previous moans, cries, and expressions of sex receded into much softer ones… which in turn, morphed into softer breaths as the two found their way into facing one another.
Side-by-side. Bodies pressed together. Fatigued eyes connected.
One.
And to add to the chorus of repeated little nothings, Midnight was the first to say once more:
“I… I missed you, Os…” she said, letting her sweaty hand fall on his cheek.
They shared a gentle kiss to tie the bow on their acts tonight. It was the only proper way to do so, in his unbiased opinion.
With the same tired gaze she sported, he beamed right back at her.
“I missed you too, Middy…” he said…
...then raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe… heh… maybe Tirek needs to break some shit more often, eh? If he gets us to fuck like that again,” he joked.
Midnight didn’t seem to have the strength to hit him this time… or she learned her lesson from earlier. Instead, she just giggled—giggled like a glowing, satisfied mare.
She so politely ‘suggested:’
“How about you shut your mouth and get your recovering marefriend some water, hmmm?”
He lidded his eyes.
“Sounds really good to me, babe,” he replied, rubbing her shoulder.
He reluctantly pulled himself away from her after another gentle kiss was shared.
His entire body already began hurting the moment he touched his feet to the floor… only fate would know if he’d be able to properly move some body parts in the morning. But, that was a problem for Future Oskar. And in Present Oskar’s opinion, Future Oskar better be fuckin’ pleased about tonight, and relish in the ‘sacrifices’ made.
It was a rather quick—if pleasantly shaky—walk to his kitchen, where he just swiped the nearest two glasses off the drying rack. With the help of the faucet tap to fill both glasses… and then once more after he downed an entire glass on the spot… he was able to make his way back to his room without incident.
And that’s when he stopped in the middle of his empty door frame to just… take in the sights, as it were.
The warmness that diffused throughout his chest manifested in a soft smile at watching Midnight fiddle around on his smartphone. She had apparently managed to snag it from wherever he left it.
And she was happily browsing through the app listing on the home screen, laying tiredly on her front. Once she apparently noticed him in the doorframe just… admiring, she glanced up at him, beamed, and then lay her head in her right hand for support.
And he never failed to get those butterflies welling up when she batted her emerald eyes at him… and her lovely-sized tits squished against the bed provided more than suitable eye-candy.
“And just what’re you looking at, Oskar?” she dared ask.
He smiled right back, then glanced out towards the window, which was caked in fresh rainwater as the storm clouds poured their torrential fury on the world outside.
Oskar smirked devilishly.
“Just… enjoying a bit of a midnight rain,” he ‘admitted.’
“Woooow. Get that sweet ass over here and gimme that water right now, mister!”
“Hehe, anything for you.”
Author's Note
I don't think I've written proper clop since Tending Flowers. Here's my return to that!
And again, thanks a million to Ausbrony for lending me his wonderful character Midnight Song!
Thanks for Reading!
