Chapters A Dream Assignment...with PERKS!
My name is Private Caramel, and I have a problem.
I've been assigned to Tartarus for months and had an unusually great time. You see, even though we're not supposed to interact with the prisoners there, there's this...mare...named Cozy Glow. From the first day I saw her long, shapely legs and her soft ass, I had to have her. As it turned out, she was more than okay with our little "arrangements." We managed to keep us a secret, but now I've been reassigned to guarding Princess Celestia, a post I'd always dreamed about.
That's the problem.
"Private Caramel reporting as ordered, sir!"
"Stand at ease, Private," muttered the Captain. He took his time reading over the report on his desk. "I see you're still doing well all the time you've been assigned to duty in Tartarus." He looked up at him. "Care to explain that?"
Caramel began to sweat. "Sir?"
"Nopony else has lasted as long as you have there without requesting reassignment. What is it about that duty you find so appealing?"
Caramel clenched his fists and willed his knees to stop shaking. If the Captain and the others only knew...
"I...I just believe in following orders, Sir. A good soldier doesn't complain about his orders, He only obeys."
The Captain sat back in his chair and stared at him for a few moments. Finally, he said, "Good answer, Private." He then smiled. "That's why I'm assigning you to guard Her Day Highness."
Caramel stammered, "Her...her Highness? Princess Celestia?"
The Captain nodded. "None other. You start immediately, tonight."
"Yes, Sir!"
"Go tour the Palace, then get some sleep, Private. The duty lasts all night; you'll need your rest."
"As ordered, Sir!"
The Captain smiled as Caramel did a smart salute and began to turn away. Before he could, the Captain added, "Oh, and Private? I think you might enjoy this assignment a bit more than your last. Carry on."
Caramel made his way to the Palace, his mind abuzz with thoughts. The Princess! It's the duty he'd dreamed of ever since he'd joined the Royal Guards! How lucky could one stallion be?! But then he stopped dead in his tracks as a new thought occurred to him. Cozy Glow? What would he tell her? He'd grown quite fond of the little minx, besides all the sexual adventures they'd had together. He'd have to find some way of explaining the situation to her, even if he'd now not be allowed back there, as only guards assigned to Tartarus, or visiting family were allowed in.
Finally, he consoled himself with the thought that now she's been banished to Tartarus, she's now an immortal. She'd probably forget him after a few years or decades. The idea made him sad, but he squared his shoulders and continued walking. That's now in the past; his future now involved guarding Celestia.
As he turned a corner, still lost in thought, he bumped into an Earth pony mare with a dark brown mane done up in a librarian's bun and glasses. She was also wearing a very short black pleated skirt with white stockings that came up to mid-thigh, and her tail was in a bun as well.
"Watch where you're going!" she exclaimed.
Caramel apologized, "I'm very sorry Miss! Completely my fault!"
She adjusted her glasses, which had gone slightly askew, and stared up at him. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" she huffed as she straightened her tie.
He stood a little taller as he said, "I just got assigned to guard her Majesty, Princess Celestia! I was told to tour the Palace, then I was on my way back to the barracks to get some sleep before then."
She blinked at this news and said to herself, "A new guard for Celestia? Interesting..."
"Excuse me?"
She smiled up at him. "I was just thinking if you're new to Her Majesty, we should be properly introduced. I'm Raven Inkwell, her personal assistant."
"Oh! Pleased to meet you! I've heard a lot about you."
She cocked her head. "Have you now? And what is your name?"
"Private Caramel."
She stared up at him again, then walked around him, humming to herself. "Yes, yes...broad shoulders, good height, large feet...you'll do nicely."
He couldn't keep the bewildered look off his face. "Umm...for being a guard?"
She grinned up at him one last time and said, "Follow me." Without waiting for an answer, she turned and sauntered off.
Caramel stood still for a moment, then hurried to catch up with her. "Where are we going?"
Without looking back at him, she replied, "No questions yet. Just follow me."
He fell silent as he followed her, and only noticed for the first time her skirt did not quite cover her panties from behind, and he got a good look at her luscious ass as it bounced along in front of him. He'd never been in the Palace before, so he didn't know if this was standard dress for all the mares here. If it was, he was going to be in trouble!
Unfortunately for him, that turned out to be exactly the case. As they passed many rooms, he was able to get a quick glimpse inside a few of them, and what he saw made him break out in a cold sweat.
For example, he saw maids bent over at the waist dusting, their skirts hiding nothing of their treasures. He saw female cooks when they passed the kitchens wearing their chef's coats and nothing else underneath. Every female servant he saw was in some sort of arousing attire. What had he gotten himself into?!
He was rock-hard by the time they'd gone through several hallways and finally stopped at some large oaken doors. She pushed them open, gestured him inside, then turned and locked them behind her. They were standing in a large office with a desk and a couple of chairs placed in front of it, a couch off to one side, ornate windows, and an Oriental rug. Caramel placed his hands over his crotch, trying to hide his erection.
"I...I'm sorry about this, Miss Inkwell," he stammered.
She smirked up at him as she sat on the edge of the desk. "No need to apologize, Private. It's why you're here." She took off her glasses and undid her mane bun so that it fell in cascades about her shoulders. "How much do you know about her Majesty?"
He shrugged. "Other than she's loved by all and is a competent and effective ruler, not much else."
She gave him a level gaze. "So, you don't know anything else? Your commander didn't tell you what you need to know?"
He stared at her. "What else do I need to know?"
She looked off to the side, obviously thinking. Then, she appeared to have come to a decision as she met his eyes again."Do you know how long she has ruled?"
He looked thoughtful. "Rumors say she's been around for a thousand years. Or so I've been told."
She nodded. "That's correct. But do you know anything else about her? For example, what she loves? "
He gave it some more thought. "Umm...I heard she likes cake?"
She nodded again. "Very good. But do you know what she likes, no, adores, even more than cake?" He shook his head.
"Cock ."
He startled. "Ex...excuse me?"
"She loves cock. Loves the smell, loves the taste, loves cum." She looked down at his crotch. "It's my duty, among many others, to see you'll be able to satisfy Her Majesty, for after a thousand years her libido is quite intense. Take off your clothes."
"I...I don't understand?"
She made an exasperated sound. "Oh, just...never mind! I'll do it." She grabbed a clipboard and a pen, then walked forward and fell to her knees. She then reached up and undid his khakis, then pulled them and his briefs down to his ankles, exposing his dick. When she got a good look at it, standing rock-hard and throbbing, she smiled and said, "You have serious potential, Private!" She then made some notes on her clipboard, muttering to herself. "Good girth, acceptable length.." Here she took a hand and hefted his balls. "...considerable weight, probably full of a reasonable amount of cum..." She wrote it all down.
He stared down at her, too shocked to move at first. Finally, he came to himself and said, "What do you think you're doing?"
She raised an eyebrow. "isn't it obvious?" Then, without any preamble, she opened her mouth and slid his length down her throat.
"Uhhff..." he breathed as she ran her tongue up and down his length and sucked. Soon, a hefty amount of saliva dripped down his cock as she expertly fellated him.
"Your spit is dripping off my balls..." he whispered. She smiled around his cock as she met his gaze.
She pulled off his dick only long enough to say, "Cum for Momma..." She reached up and began stroking him into her mouth, as she sucked eagerly on his head and ran her tongue all over his girth. When she cupped his balls, she felt them drawing up, signaling his release. "That's it! I want you to cum all over me!" He gave a huge groan then unleashed his load down her throat. She sat back and let him spray his load all over her face, then clamped her mouth over him and began swallowing. He pulsed again and again, as they both moaned. Finally, once he was done, she spit some out onto her hand and rubbed it between her fingers.
"Good texture, acceptable amount, very tasty..." She wrote it all down again. As he stood there panting, she noticed he was still hard. "Very good, Private. Ready for another round?" All he could do was nod. She got up, pulled her panties off, then leaned over the desk."Stick your cock in my ass."
He hesitated. "Are you sure?"
She in turn nodded. "Quite sure. Her Majesty loves a cock up her ass more than any mare I've ever met, so it's my job to see she gets the best. Do it!" He shuffled forward, then grabbed her hips. She leaned down on her elbows and arched her back while spreading her legs. "Come on, give it to me!" as she put her chest on the desk and used both hands to spread her cheeks. He used one hand to line himself up to her ponut, then with a grunt he slid inside. She gasped as his length violated her, "So big! Keep going!" He continued to grunt as he slowly built up a rhythm, pulling out until just the head was inside her, then slamming back in. She squeaked each time he did so, completely losing her clinical air.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" with each thrust, as her eyes rolled up in her head. Now, as his pleasure increased, so did his pumps, going faster and as deep as he could. "I'm close! More!" she yelled. Her ass bounced each time he hilted himself, the sound of their union and her screams filling the air. Finally, he gave a loud grunt as he pumped furiously, then lifted her off the desk as he held himself still, unleashing a torrent of cum into her willing, hot ass. She came at the same time, as he pulsed again and again, her marecum spilling down her legs and soaking her stockings. She gave a breathless scream then pitched forward, completely unconscious.
Caramel slowly lowered her to the desk and set her down, thrusting a few final times as the last of his seed filled her ass. After a moment, he pulled out, releasing a stream of thick cum that oozed out of her ponut. He was relieved to see she was still breathing, but as he shook her and got no response, he began to get a little worried. He'd never had a mare pass out on him before, and he wasn't sure what to do. He pulled up his trousers and adjusted himself, and was just about to try and go find some help when she stirred and awoke. "Are you alright?" he asked.
She looked groggily around. "What...what happened?"
"I think you came so hard you passed out."
"Oh." She reached for her clipboard. "Gotta write this down..." But he took it away from her.
"You need to rest first." He helped her to her cute little feet and led her over to the couch. She sat heavily down, then smiled as she looked at the state she was in.
"I'm a mess," she grinned. She looked up at him. "Needless to say, you passed the test." She lay back and placed an arm over her head. "I'm going to just lay here for a few minutes, then get cleaned up. I suggest you go back to your barracks and do the same."
Just as he was leaving, he heard her whisper, "I love my job..."
Showered and changed, Raven sat in Celestia's office late that afternoon and gave her full report. Still slightly dazed, she said, "I think this new guard," she checked her notes, "Private Caramel, will be everything you need and more, your Highness."
Celestia sat back in her ornate chair, dressed in a simple sheer pink camisole and robe. She crossed her long, smooth legs and smiled. "You look a bit worn out, Raven. Was he that good?"
"Dear sweet lord YES!" she exclaimed. "His dick was just above average, but he made me pass out when I came."
Celestia smiled. "That's only happened a few times before if I recall. When does he start his shift?"
"Tonight."
Celestia clapped her hands. "Excellent. I look forward to meeting him." As she rose to her hooves, she added, "And I think I'll go with Plan 'B.'"
Raven raised an eyebrow. "He probably won't like that."
Celestia smiled. "Not at first, no."
Raven closed her notebook with a snap and stood. "I'll get the pineapple juice."
Celestia smiled again. "That would be lovely."
Caramel could hardly hold in his excitement. As he soaped himself up in the shower, getting every crack and crevice squeaky clean, he thought about all that Celestia's assistant had revealed to him.
Who knew such a pristine, influential, and elegant pony could be so...kinky? He would never have imagined it. As he stepped out of the shower to dry himself off, he was met by one of the other guards, Corporal Skylar. She smirked as she looked down at his goods, then said, "I hear you got duty in the Palace, Private. You think you're ready for such an assignment?"
He shrugged. "I hope so." He gazed at her as she began to disrobe and step into her shower. "So, you know about this sort of duty?"
She smirked. "I know every female there dresses like a slut. Celestia leads by example, from what I hear."
"Have you ever guarded her?"
Skylar shook her head as she plunged herself under the steaming water. "Not my cup of tea. I prefer hard dick to soft pussies." She looked over her shoulder at him as she soaped herself. "While we're talking about it, you have a nice package, Private," she purred.
He cleared his throat noisily and finished drying. "Yes, well, I'd best be going. Can't keep her Majesty waiting."
She stuck out her bottom lip. "Maybe next time. You don't know what you're missing."
He quickly grabbed his clothes and beat it out of the coed bathroom before he got too hard.
After polishing his armor, he carefully donned each piece, then checked his spear. The tip was gleaming and sharp, the handle smooth and fit into his gloved hands perfectly.
He hoped he'd never have to use it.
His personal spear (wink wink nudge nudge), on the other hand, he hoped would be seeing a lot more use, perhaps tonight! He made his way to his post with a spring in his step, nodded briefly to the guard going off duty, and positioned himself before his Monarch's bedroom. Then he waited.
And waited.
And continued to wait. The minutes turned into hours, and he could hear no movement coming from behind the closed doors to his back. He wondered if she was really in there?
As he stood there musing, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and was quickly alert. Somepony had just peeked around the corner and swiftly drew their head back. At once, he assumed a fighting stance and yelled, "Who goes there?!"
A quiet voice said, "Me," then a very short mare carrying a tray with a glass full of what looked like juice came shyly around the corner. Like all the other females he'd seen here, she was wearing alluring attire: a short skirt, dark stockings that came midthigh, and an amazing rack. She, however, looked down at the ground as she approached him holding the tray in one hand while trying to pull her skirt down in a vain attempt to cover herself with the other. She stopped a few paces in front of him, held out the tray, and said, "Here's your pineapple juice."
He looked down at her. "I didn't order this."
She kept trying to pull her skirt down in front of her as she answered, "It's by Her Majesty's orders."
"Oh. Why does she want me to drink this?"
The mare blushed and said, "I'm sure you know." She finally looked up at him. "Just take it, please."
He took the glass and said, "I really don't know, but if Her Majesty wishes it, that's good enough for me." When he took the glass, she used the tray to cover herself and looked down again.
"Please drink it now. I need to get back to work."
He shrugged and then finished it off in a couple of massive gulps, then handed the glass back to her. "Thanks."
She nodded and said, "See you tomorrow night." Before he could ask her what she meant by that, she'd turned and walked away. She must have felt his eyes on her ass, for she then took the tray and covered it until she'd turned the corner.
"A shy mare...in this place," he mused to himself. She didn't look at all comfortable in the stuff she was wearing, so it made him wonder if that was required dress, or was it a matter of taste. Judging by what he'd seen so far, he didn't think the mares much minded being ogled by every male in the palace, with this one being the lone exception.
Just then the door opened behind him, and he quickly became alert and turned to look. There, standing before him in a very sheer nightgown, was her Majesty. He did his best not to stare, but it was near impossible with the way her nipples were protruding from the fabric...and the fact she was wearing a garter belt and dark stockings, but nothing else. She was a head taller than him, so it left her amazing rack at eye level. He cleared his throat.
"Good evening, your Highness. Is there something you need?"
She smiled down at him and said in a very throaty voice, "Oh no, nothing. I just wanted to see who was guarding my body this night." She smiled again.
A bead of sweat trickled down his brow. "H...happy to do so, your Highness."
"Glad to hear." She turned and began to close her door, then stopped and said, "I do have a question for you, Private." She bent over at the waist and pulled the fabric tight along her butt. "Does this outfit make my ass look big?"
He stared down at her perfect ass, unable to speak. She smiled one last time. "That's what I thought." She then closed the door.
The next night found him at his post once again. He tried to keep his thoughts professional, but the knowledge that just beyond the door behind him was the most desirable mare he'd ever seen, probably semi-clad as he'd seen her the night before, caused him to harden and shift uncomfortably in his armor. He'd made up his mind if she appeared again like she'd done, only to leave him frustrated and wanting, he'd "take care" of himself later.
It was the only way he saw to keep his sanity.
As he stood there musing, he heard movement again approaching from down the hall. He shifted his spear to the ready position, preparing to meet the threat, when there appeared the same shy mare from last night, again bearing a tray of juice. She kept her eyes focused on the polished floor as she walked up to him, and handed him his juice without a word. He managed a "thank you" and downed the drink, giving her a tentative smile as he placed the glass back on her tray.
As she turned to go, she stopped and faced him again. "I'm not going to suck your cock."
"E...excuse me?"
She jutted her chin out and said, "You heard me! I'm not going to suck your cock, no matter how tasty the juice makes your cum. So you can forget it!"
"I...I didn't..."
"Honestly! Is that all you males can think of?!" She turned with a huff and with her nose in the air, sauntered off, heels clicking and panties juuuust visible under her short skirt. As she began to turn the corner, she gave him one last look over her shoulder, then licked her lips. Then she was gone.
He stood there, shocked. "What just happened?"
It was with some trepidation he resumed his post the following night. That mare was clearly a couple bricks shy of a load, so he wasn't looking forward to seeing her again. Sure enough, right at the stroke of ten, she appeared, carrying the same tumbler of juice. He tried a smile but didn't speak as he took the glass and downed it. He wanted to ask her about the remark she'd made about "tasty cum" but he didn't want to engage her in conversation. Who knew what tangent she'd fly off on this time? She didn't speak either, and he breathed a huge sigh of relief when she turned and began to walk away.
Big mistake.
"What did you say?" She'd stopped and was looking over her shoulder at him.
"Umm...nothing. I didn't say anything."
She fully turned to face him. "So, I'm a liar? I heard you!" She walked back up to him and poked him in the chest. "Who do you think you are?!"
At this, he scowled down at her and said, "Look, you crazy bitch, I'm just doing my job! I can't help if you take everything out of context, and I won't be subject to any more of your rants! Take a hike!"
She placed one of her hands on her hips, held onto the tray and empty glass with the other, then drew herself up to her full diminutive height. "I'm not crazy! I just don't like males like YOU who think they can get whatever they want from a mare just because they're handsome!"
At this, his anger lessened somewhat and he said, "You...think I'm handsome?"
"Oh sure, like you don't know!" She turned on her heel and stomped away. "I don't have time for this..."
He watched her leave, his eyes drawn to her sweet ass as it bounced away. He imagined what it would be like to bury himself inside her and make her scream, despite the advice his Dad had given him years ago: "Never stick your dick in crazy."
"Sorry, Dad...I gotta do it."
The next night Caramel was at his post, both dreading and looking forward to his meeting with the unhinged mare. He now had a clue as to why the Princess was having him drink so much pineapple juice and the thought of which filled him with anticipation, but at the same time, he wasn't looking forward to any more rants. Still, for a crazy, she had a bangin' body: huge tits for her size, smooth legs, and a bubble ass she didn't seem too shy about concealing anymore. He remembered her once licking her lips as she'd turned the corner a couple of nights ago, and this got him thinking she wasn't exactly adverse to them hooking up, despite her arguments to the contrary. He also remembered she thought of him as handsome, a fact he had every intention of exploiting!
Soon, he heard heels clicking on the floor, and he steeled himself for another confrontation. But then, an entirely different mare came around the corner, wearing a halter top and tiny skirt, a red mane and...and...freckles! He hid his aversion to her freckles as well as he could, while she smiled up at him through her glasses. "Good evening!" said she. "Here's your pineapple juice!"
He reached out and took it, muttering a "thanks." She waited patiently while he drank, then took the glass and started back on her way when he stopped her with a question. "Where's the other mare?"
She turned back to him. "Who?"
"You know...the one that usually brings me my drink."
Her face brightened. "Oh, you mean Dementia! She's got the night off!" She stepped closer to him. "I'm Rose."
He blinked at the name. " 'Dementia?' That's her name? Why am I not surprised?"
She giggled. "Yes, she's well known among the staff." She stepped even closer and lowered her voice. "Can I tell you a secret?" He nodded. She looked around before whispering, "She's really a nymphomaniac. She can barely control herself around stallions! She loves to suck cocks, get absolutely railed in her ass, it makes her even crazier! But I didn't tell you that!"
He smiled. "Good to know."
She stepped as close as she could and pressed her massive breasts against his chest. "But enough about her. I like stallions too..." she purred. She ran a finger along his crotch. " I bet you're nice, long, and thick. A mare could have a good time with you."
He started to stiffen but cleared his throat. "I'd love to, but I'm on duty."
She stuck out her bottom lip. "Pity." She bit her bottom lip as she gazed up at him, adjusted her overlarge glasses, and added, "Come see me when you're off duty. I'm in room 307." She turned and sauntered away, then looked over her shoulder at him and added, "Remember, room 307. I'll be waiting." Then she was gone.
Well, that was certainly something he'd look into! If all the mares were like this, he could see truly enjoying this post! He wondered briefly what he'd done to deserve this amount of luck, but then brushed the thought aside. "Don't question good times, son. Enjoy them while you can. The gods know we don't get them that often." Sage advice from his father, he mused. It was his day off tomorrow; maybe he would look her up...after seeing that crazy one. There was just something about her he found irresistible...probably thoughts of forbidden fruit and the like.
Just then there was movement behind him as the door opened. There, standing in another sheer nightie, was Her Majesty. She smiled down at him and said in a low voice, "Can you come in here for a moment? I want to talk to you."
He eagerly nodded. "Yes, Your Highness!" and followed her inside, closing the door after himself. He took a moment to watch her ass bounce as she made her way over to a couch, turned, and sat daintily down. She patted the cushion next to her.
"Please, have a seat."
This was it! the moment he'd been waiting for, at last! "Thank you, Your Majesty." He leaned his spear against a wall and sat down, as sweat began to slide down his forehead. Celestia noticed.
"Oh, my. Are you...nervous?" She twirled one finger around her ethereal mane and smiled again at him.
Caramel clasped his hands together to keep them from shaking. "Just...just a little, Your Highness. I've never been alone with you before."
She placed a hand on his knee and leaned forward. "Please, call me Celestia. In here, I'm just a mare."
His heart skipped a beat when she touched him, causing him to blurt out, "You are not just a mare, Celestia. You are the most beautiful mare I have ever seen."
She giggled. "You're very kind, Private Caramel." She gave his knee a squeeze then leaned back. "Do you know why you're here?"
He was struck dumb. If he said what his dick had been screaming at him for the past few minutes, would she get offended? But on the other hand, would it be wise to lie? He decided on the middle road. "I'm just waiting for you to tell me, Celestia."
She clapped her hands together. "Good answer! Here's another question: do you know why I've been supplying you with pineapple juice the past few nights?"
His dick gave a twinge and got even harder. "Um...it has something to do with the taste of my cum?"
She nodded. "That's correct." She looked down at the polished floor before her next words. "But it takes about a week for the full effect. How many days has it been?" She looked back up at him, and he could read the disappointment in her eyes.
He thought for a moment. "Three...?"
She sadly smiled. "Yes, that again is correct." She stood and towered over him. He got to his feet as well. "We'll continue this conversation in four days, alright?"
He felt a brief surge of anger but hid it well. "As you command, Celestia."
She pouted at him. "I can see you're upset. But don't worry: it will be worth it, I promise." She then drew slowly up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, then bent down and gave him the hottest kiss he'd ever experienced. She then stood back and gestured towards the door. "See you in four days. Don't forget your...spear."
It was with difficulty he finished his shift that night, for his mind was filled with images and imaginations of what might have been! She'd seemed so sultry and inviting when she'd first told him to come into her bedroom, and he'd been sure the night could have had a much different ending. But mares were mares, apparently even including the Solar Diarch, so for the remaining hours of his shift he thought about hoofball, cold showers, Grandma in her underwear...
That last thought did the trick! He was no longer so aroused, so it made it easier to get through the rest of the night. When he was relieved at sunrise by the next guard, he hurried on his way back to the barracks for that cold shower. As he was passing through the halls, he saw many mares and stallions either coming off-duty or on their way to their posts. He even saw a few batponies, some of them mares, all of them sleepy-looking and hot! He'd never been with a batpony before, nor had he ever considered it, but from the looks of them, he might have to change that stance.
Then he looked down the hallway and saw the one mare he'd been thinking about: Dementia. She also looked sleepy as she slowly opened a door and went inside. Caramel stopped dead in his tracks. Was that her bedroom? He resumed his pace until he came up to her door, then stopped again, thinking. Was it true what Rose had said about her? Only one way to find out. His heart hammering, he raised a fist and knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again and waited. Still nothing. Either she's already asleep, or she's in the shower, or didn't want to answer her door. He bit his bottom lip, wracked with doubt, but then reached out and tried the knob. It was unlocked, so he slowly opened the door and peeked inside. A sleepy voice mumbled, "I thought I locked that door..." She was lying on her back on her bed, so she turned her head and said, "Go away. I'm sleeping." Then she saw who it was and her eyes grew wide.
"You! What do you want?!" She sat straight up and faced him.
"Nothing, nothing..." he stammered, backing out of the room and starting to close the door.
"Wait!" She held up a hand. "You opened my door for a reason. What was it?" She got out of bed, rose to her full height, and placed her hands on her hips, which gave him an unobstructed view of the lingerie she was wearing. "Come back in here and talk to me this instant!" He hesitated, but then she stomped her foot impatiently, so he sighed and came back inside, closing the door after himself. She looked at his spear and added, "Put that thing down!" Damn, she was bossy! He placed the spear against the door, then removed his helmet. "Well? What did you want?" she demanded. It was hard to think, with the way both her breasts were poking out of the flimsy cloth right at him. She saw where he was staring, scowled, and said, "If you want to stare at them, come closer!" His eyes flew up to her face to try and read her actual intent, but she was still scowling at him. In for a penny, in for a pound, he decided, and set his helmet down on a small table and came forward. She looked up at him and said with a sneer, "Is that better?" He looked down at her luscious mounds and nodded. She was a D at least, with dark areolas and nipples that appeared to be rock-hard. "I'm still waiting for you to tell me just what the hell you thought you were doing, coming into my bedroom uninvited."
Instead of answering, he began pulling off his armor. First his gloves, then he reached to the side and began unfastening his chest piece. Once that was off, he slipped out of his boots and then took off his crotch armor. He let each piece fall to the floor as she silently watched him, her expression unreadable.
She finally deigned to speak after he'd removed his trousers and underwear, and stood at full mast before her. Her eyes glued to his cock, she whispered, "And just what do you think you're gonna do with that?" In response, he grabbed her by the head and forced her down to her knees. He waited until she opened her mouth to further protest, then thrust forward. "Hey! Wait! You--guurk!" She placed her hands on his thighs to push back, but he was too strong. "Hurrk, hurrk, GURRK!" was all the sounds she could make, her mouth and throat stuffed with cock. After a few minutes of this, she must have realized she was fighting a losing battle. She let her hands fall to her sides and closed her eyes, as her spit began to drip off his shaft and off his balls.
Seeing that most of her fight was gone, he increased his pace, hilting himself in her throat with each thrust as his balls slapped against her chin. When he began throbbing and his moans increased, she opened her eyes and stared up at him. She barely nodded 'yes' as he unleashed days worth of cum into her mouth and down her throat. He cried out as he pulsed, again and again, his dick happy at last. He reveled in the sensation of his cock fully engulfed in her mouth for a few moments, then he pulled out with a wet 'pop' and released her, as they both panted from the exertion. She was the first to speak.
"Don't tell me you're done."
At these words his cock, which had been flagging, suddenly grew rock-hard again. She got up, removed her panties, then got up on all fours on the bed, her bubble ass pointed right at him, looking over her shoulder at him. He needed no further encouragement! He walked forward and grabbed her hips, but just as he was lining himself up with her pussy she reached back and grabbed his dick, pointing it at her asshole. "Pound me here..." she whispered, as he slowly inserted himself into her hot, willing ass. She arched her back and moaned as he shoved his full length inside her. "More!! Faster!!" He reached around and grabbed a double handful of tit as he poured on the speed, and her cries grew even louder. "Ah!! Ah!! Ah!!" Supporting herself on one hand, she used the other to take his hand and place it in her mane, crying out, "Pull!!" Once he did, hard enough for her to arch her back even further, she screamed, "I'm cumming!!" Her voice became unintelligible, only making whorish sounds as her ass flexed and pulsed against his dick. He soon followed after, his cries mingling with hers as he filled her ass with his man-batter.
As they were both panting and he was still fully inserted, the door behind them suddenly opened. They both looked over their shoulders. "Hey, Dementia! I thought I'd---oh..." It was Rose, the redhead from earlier that night. The silence grew as they all stared at one another. Finally, Dementia spoke.
"This isn't what it looks like."
