Rumble’s ear perked up, hearing what sounded like a faint knock from the front of the house, yet he didn’t budge. If somepony really was outside, it was likely the mailmare, a neighbor coming to borrow something from their kitchen, or somepony who had the wrong address. With his parents away on business, and Thunder at practice, he’d been hoping to relax with the house to himself for the evening; unfortunately, he thought wrong.
Knock Knock Knock
Setting down his Joy-Boy, realizing the insistence of the unwanted visitor, he rolled from the bed, trotted out of his room, and towards the entryway. If he was lucky, he’d just have to sign for a package, before heading back to his room to fritter away the evening. Moving through the foyer, past the vacant living room, he opened the door and spied a familiar cerulean pegasus.
“Dash?” he began, perplexed with the mare’s appearance. “What brings you by?”
He’d known of her for quite some time, but only recently become increasingly familiar with her. Several months ago, after the defeat of Queen Chrysalis, Tirek, and Cozy Glow, she’d begun dating his brother, Thunderlane. He wasn’t sure how they’d become an item, although he assumed the fact that they were both Wonderbolts had something to do with it.
“H...hey, Rumble, is Thunder home?” Dash stammered, glancing over his shoulder and into the home.
She knew her coltfriend wasn’t expecting her, yet there was a reason behind her impulsive visit - her heat. She’d felt her cycle coming on for nearly a week, insidiously flooding her mind with all manner of lustful and depraved thoughts, and it had eventually reached a peak. The mental torment, her aching loins, and the inability to concentrate left her with an itch that desperately needed scratching - an itch that she prayed Thunder could help her with.
Quirking his brow, Rumble squinted up at her. “He’s at practice, but he’ll-”
“Is he gonna be back soon?” she interrupted, peering down at the diminutive stallion.
“I was saying, he should be back after practice,” he huffed. “How about you come back-”
Stepping forward, barring him from closing the door, she forced a smile. “Mind if I wait for him?”
Rumble paused, weighing his options. Dash was older than him, and a well-respected hero, so denying her wouldn’t likely be the best idea - that said, he wasn’t thrilled with having her interrupt what was supposed to be a carefree afternoon of relaxation. Moving aside and fully opening the door, he waved for her to enter. So long as she didn’t prove to be too much of a distraction, she should be fine.
“Just lock the door behind yourself,” he sighed, turning and trotting away from the entrance. “I’ll be in my room, if you need me.”
Displeased with the lack of her coltfriend, yet happy to wait for him, Dash nodded to herself and watched the colt’s retreat - that was, until she noticed a peculiar movement beneath him. Squinting, wondering what the hay she was looking at, she froze. Hanging from his loins, swaying in the cool air, was the dark length of his stallionhood.
It wasn’t uncommon for stallions to hang loose while relaxed, so the sight wasn’t all that uncommon - no, what took her off guard was the size of his endowment. Contrasted against his small frame, the appendage could have passed for a fifth leg. Swallowing hard, feeling herself beginning to salivate, she cleared her throat.
“Mind if I hang out in your room?” she blurted, subconsciously hoping to see just how hung the pint-sized pegasus was.
Rumble stopped in his tracks, peeked back at her, and scrunched his snout. “Why?”
Having her wait in the living room was one thing, but dealing with her in his room was both odd and less than ideal. For starters, his chamber was his refuge, the one place he had to get away from anypony and everypony - secondly, and more prudently, he was a budding young stallion. Since nopony else was home, he’d already retrieved a number of PlayColt magazines from beneath his bed.
Shrugging, Dash awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. “Wouldn’t it be rude to leave a guest by herself?”
“Ugh - fine, just give me a minute,” he grunted, continuing on his path.
As he trotted around the corner, hearing the steady hooffalls of the mare behind him, he knit his brow. Of all the times she’d come over, she’d never once shown any interest in socializing with him - as such, her actions were highly suspicious. While he couldn’t put his hoof on what was going on with her, he could tell that something was definitely amiss. As he reached the doorway of his room, he glanced over his shoulder at her.
“Just give me a minute,” he groused.
Nodding, seeing him disappear into his room, Dash impatiently waited. Though she’d only followed along behind him for less than a minute, she’d gotten a tantalizing glimpse of his package. She couldn’t be sure, since he wasn’t erect, but it sure as heck looked like he had his big brother beaten in the endowment department. Debating if it would be best that she leave, lest she be tempted to do something outrageous with the young pony, her indecision cost her.
“Alright,” he shouted, climbing onto his bed, “you can come in now.”
Having hastily stashed his small stack of dirty magazines in the drawer of his desk, he reclined on the mattress, snatched up his game, and got back to relaxing. If she wanted to quietly sit in his company, while leaving him be, that was fine - still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Only vaguely aware of her entering, focusing on a particularly tricky boss, he did his best to ignore her.
“Nice room,” she numbly commented, scanning the interior.
His room, while relatively small, had all the creature comforts. His bed sat at the far corner, with the little pegasus resting atop it, and a number of comics littered the floor. Not particularly well organized, as expected from a pony his age, the place definitely had a comfy feel to it. Moving deeper, towards his desk, she drew a breath through her nose, nearly stumbled, and shivered.
Though it was subtle, the scent of virile, juvenile musk flooded her sinuses. Acting of its own accord, recognizing the smell, her marehood angrily clenched upon itself. One of the most frustrating parts about being in estrus was the lack of control she had, with her latent urges wrestling control of her body and tainting her thoughts. Forcing herself to concentrate, fixating on a stack of comics piled in front of the desk, she did everything she could to distract herself.
Seeing her almost trip had caught Rumble’s eye, causing him to pause the game, but what he saw afterwards was what really caught his attention. Leaning over near his desk, disinterestedly looking through the issues of Power Ponies and Super Sentai Stallions, he was given a decent view of her behind. Ordinarily speaking, seeing a mare’s rump was a common and uninteresting affair, since most of the townsponies were female, yet what he saw was far from ordinary.
Her tail was partially flagged, giving a peek of her pucker and the cerulean flesh of her sex. The glimpse of her nethers caused his heart to flutter, sending blood to his loins, yet there was something else which struck him; she was positively drenched. The taut lips of her entrance were practically drooling, with a bead of her juices creeping down her thigh. Staring at her slickened marehood, seeing it wink at her, the final piece of the puzzle fell into place.
She hadn’t come looking for his brother for no reason; she’d come looking because she needed a bit of affection. Having learned about estrus in school, he had some rudimentary idea of what she was going through. Cursing his brother’s astounding good luck, feeling length harden at the thought of bedding a mare as attractive as his guest, he shifted in place.
“You got any…” Dash trailed off, turning her head towards her host.
Laying on his back, holding a hoofheld game above him, his semi-rigid length rested against his belly. Contrasted against his ash-grey coat, his nearly obsidian tool looked even bigger and more imposing than before. Wondering how his massive tool would feel, how it would taste, her eyes played over his package. Despite being significantly younger than his brother, he definitely had Thunder beat by a mile.
“Have I got any…?” Rumble fell silent, seeing her gazing at his crotch.
Awkward couldn’t begin to describe the moment, as their eyes locked. A blush crept into their cheeks, moments before they averted their gaze. The diminutive stallion rolled to the side, doing what he could to hide his growing excitement, while the mare wheeled around to face the stack of comics she’d been sifting through.
“Any sports magazines,” she clarified, nearly kicking herself for being caught.
Shaking his head, staring at the wall beside him, it took him a moment to find his voice. “N...no, but there might be some in my brother’s -”
“Oh hey, you do have some!” Dash cut him off, spotting the familiar cover of a Buckball Illustrated magazine.
Lifting the publication from the comics, seeing the cover, she went rigid. It was an issue of Buckball Illustrated, but it was the annual swimsuit issue. Holding the magazine by the cover, unsure of how to proceed, the centerfold of a rather athletic young mare, wearing a two piece bikini, unfolded itself and drifted towards the floor.
Swallowing hard, unprepared for the borderline lewd revelation, she inspected the picture. The mare displayed, Fleetfoot, was a Wonderbolt like herself, yet she’d never known her squadmate had ever taken such salacious photos. Curious as to why Rumble would have such a thing, revelation struck her like a gong. Either he just happened to have the rather risque issue on hoof, or he had succumbed to the natural urges of a colt his age.
“You know,” she began, seizing the moment, “I’ve been thinking about asking for a spot in the next issue.”
Her brazen admission immediately put Rumble on the back hoof, shaking him from his stupor. “R...really?”
“Totally, but they’d have to give me a centerfold,” she remarked.
Turning slightly, ensuring her tush was angled towards him, she dropped the magazine and struck a pose. The move was inspired, bordering on genius, allowing him to look at her goods while she was able to see his reaction. Sure enough, watching his eyes dart to her rear, her suspicions were confirmed.
“So,” she murmured, flicking her tail to the side, “what do you think?”
His mouth felt as though it was full of sand, as practically gawked at the sight of her. Though he’d never spoken about it, she was just his type. Her athletic build, prismatic mane, and cockiness were exactly what he hoped to find in a marefriend, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous of his brother for being with her. As he instinctively tracked her every movement, ignorant to what she was doing, she reared back, pressed her forehooves onto the top of his desk, and arched her back.
“Or would a pose like this be better?” she quietly inquired, bracing her hind legs.
He numbly nodded, transfixed by the sight of her marehood. Reaching back with her wings, prying her sculpted buns apart, she gave him a glimpse of her succulent, pink interior. Be darned if he knew why she was putting on such a debaucherous display, but he was hardly going to complain. It was only when he heard her giggle did he tear his eyes off her nethers.
“I take it you like what you see?” she mused.
Unable to speak, his jaw noiselessly flapped. To think he’d have her in her room, lewdly showing herself off to the brother of her coltfriend, was unthinkable. Staving off the temptation to look at her groin, doing everything in his power to focus on her face, he only then realized where her attention lay. As he followed her gaze down his body, his blood ran cold.
At some point or another, blissfully ignorant to how arousing the sight of her was, his length had grown to full mast. Standing proudly, like some meaty monolith, his cock pulsed lightly in the cool air. Panic overtook him, but not quickly enough to save him the indignity of her seeing his package; fumbling for the pillow under his head, desperate to cover himself, she rocketed to his side.
“Woah woah woah - what’s the rush?” she snickered, grabbing his foreleg. “I mean, it’s not like you weren’t ogling me a second ago…”
As shameful as it was, having seen just what the colt was packing, she couldn’t resist the compulsion to tease him just a bit - at least, that’s what she told herself. Truth be told, given how turned on she was, between her raging hormones and having realized how well-hung Rumble was, she certainly wouldn’t be opposed to testing his limits. Grinning down at him, she extended a foreleg and lightly caressed his chest.
“When did you say your brother would be home again?” she hummed, drawing her hoof down his abdomen and towards his package.
Unsure of where to look, glancing between her hoof and her face, Rumble gulped. “I...in the next hour or two, I think.”
“Perfect,” she whispered. Withdrawing her foreleg, stepping to the foot of the bed, she stepped up and onto the mattress.
All Rumble could do was watch as she crawled between his hind legs. He hadn’t expected her to visit, and he definitely would never have guessed his afternoon would take such a raunchy turn, yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop her - heck, if anything, he wished for nothing more than for her to continue. Holding his breath as she gradually brought her snout to his groin, he gnawed his lip.
By the time she’d reached mid-way up his thigh, the ambrosial fragrance of his youthful loins assailed Dash. The virile scent of musk, paired with the obscene sight of his huge endowment, was more than enough inspiration. Opening her mouth, taking care to maintain eye contact with her little host, she lightly kissed his ripe, fuzzy nuts.
She couldn’t imagine how productive the pint-sized pegasus was, yet she had every intention of finding out. All but burying her nose between his balls and shaft, breathing deeply, she flooded her sinuses with his natural bouquet. Perhaps it was because of his age or inexperience with sexual affairs, but he smelled downright heavenly, far more alluring than his older brother. Growing increasingly aroused by the second, eager for more, she drew her tongue up his length.
Having never gotten anything more than a hoofjob, the sensation of the mare’s pouting lips and muscular tongue against his stallionhood nearly broke Rumble. The one-two punch of watching her while she serviced him was insane, easily the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. Leaning towards her, as she reached the tip of his cock, he reached out and gently stroked her cheek.
Feeling his touch, she paused, winked up at him, and slipped him into her maw. Woefully unprepared for the divine heat of her muzzle, he gasped. He’d always imagined oral sex felt good, but even his fantasies hadn’t done it justice. Mesmerized by the sight of her, seeing her gradually begin bobbing her head, he silently wondered how far she’d be willing to go.
Clamping her lips around him while massaging his length with her tongue, Dash incrementally worked him into her snout. She’d always thought blowing Thunder had been a trial, seeing as how his size was above average, but that seemed like child's play now. Balancing on one foreleg, leisurely stroking the trunk-like base of his dick with the other, she closed her eyes and concentrated.
Gently bobbing her head, she savored the flavor of his youthful flesh. Though she’d never been into juvenile stallions, preferring older, well-built studs, there was something decidedly sinful about hooking up with someone so much younger than herself. Gingerly milking him, kneading the first salty drops of his pre-cum onto her tongue, she subconsciously groaned.
Regardless of who she was with, she took great pride in bringing pleasure to her bedmate. A lot of mares weren’t as considerate, gleefully opting to focus on themselves, but not her - her pride wouldn’t allow it. Peeking down his length, noticing she’d only managed to fit roughly a third into her muzzle, her competitive streak ignited.
She’d known at a glance he was too big to service with her muzzle alone, yet the prospect of trying to fellate all of him exhilarated and terrified her. Taking a deep breath, filling her lungs with air, she swallowed and forced her head forward. The sensation of him slipping into her gullet nearly caused her to gag, but she wasn’t about to throw in the towel - not by a long shot. Doing everything she could to concentrate, fighting the urge to withdraw, she felt her throat bulge outward.
“F...fuck,” Rumble croaked, as the welcoming warmth of her mouth was replaced by the snugness of her esophagus.
It didn’t look like she was having an easy time with the task, yet he wasn’t about to stop her - no, he would help her. Bending forward, using his wings to pull his pillow under the small of his back, he gently grasped the sides of her head and bucked into her face. Driving nearly two inches of his length into her muzzle, causing her to gag, a dominant spark ignited within him.
Though she stopped right after his brash thrust, he swiftly picked up the slack. Holding her steady, humping into her snout, he used her like a sex-toy. Some part of him felt a pang of guilt for doing something so rude, yet he was powerless to stop his yearnings. Telling himself that it was her fault, that she’d been the one to initiate all of it, he seized the initiative.
Feeling her lavish him with her lips and tongue was fantastic, but actually getting involved heightened the experience to another level entirely. Spreading and bracing his hind legs, giving himself a bit more leverage, he drove his hips upwards. Though he’d never done anything of the sort before, his body knew exactly what to do.
It was one thing to try and choke herself on a massive cock, but having one swabbing her gullet was something else entirely. Her pulse quickened, her lungs burned, and her strength left her, as the small stallion unabashedly used her - still, despite the abruptness of his actions, there was no denying the thrill of it. Wincing slightly, feeling his girthy medial ring bump against her lips, she peeked down at his crotch, steeled her resolve, and rammed her head forward.
There was no way in heck she was going to let some stallion, and a colt no less, break her that easily. Though she felt as though her jaw may unhinge, forced ever wider by the substantial intrusion, she didn’t relent. With one final shove, aided by a particularly forceful thrust from her little lover, the root of his tool burrowed past her lips, leaving her nose pressed against his groin.
For one of the few times in his relatively short life, Rumble was left speechless - not just from the heavenly feeling of his entirety in her maw, but because of her determination to take all of him. Awestruck, with his grip relaxing to a small extent, she quickly withdrew and unsheathed his shaft from her muzzle. The cool air against his saliva and pre-cum slickened shaft snapped him back to the present, causing him to blink.
He realized that she couldn’t have been able to breathe, yet her departure was almost heartbreaking. The suddenness of it all, of having a lustful mare thrust herself upon him, left him wanting - no, needing more. As his thoughts raced, watching weakly cough and mop the slickness from her pouting lips, he prayed they weren’t finished yet.
It wasn’t like Dash had wanted to stop, especially after having just conquered the herculean task of throating the biggest stallionhood she’d ever seen, but she couldn’t afford to pass out from air loss. Raising a hoof, giving herself a moment to recover, she cleared her airway and fought to recuperate.
Feeling the bed shift beneath her, seeing him going to roll over, she shot forward and pressed a forehoof to his chest. If he thought he was getting away that easily, he had another think coming. Getting to her hooves, stepping up and over his hips, she straddled his comparably small frame. After everything she’d done, having gone so far as to spontaneously suck him off, she wasn’t going to leave until she was fully satisfied.
Gazing up at her, seeing the arrogant grin on her face, Rumble squirmed in place. He was more excited than he’d ever been in his entire life, having an assertive, gorgeous, older mare looming over him was something he’d only dreamt of, yet having it actually happen was as amazing as it was frightening. It was his first time doing anything with anypony, let alone a pony more than twice his age, a fact which his mounting anxiety quickly betrayed.
“Real quick, you mind if I ask something?” Dash murmured, spotting a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. As he shakily shook his head, giving her the greenlight, she finally asked what she’d been wondering for the last half an hour. “You ever been with a mare before?”
“N...no,” he mumbled, slipping glances to her slavering loins. The sight stoked the fires of his passion, compelling him to give voice to his desires, so he did just that. “B...but maybe the hottest mare in Ponyville could help with that.”
No sooner did he finish speaking than he leant forward and insolently slapped her flank. She started and yelped, taken aback by the childish move, and he quickly regretted doing something so foolish - that was, until he saw a twisted grin creep across her blushing face. It was at that moment, as she forcefully pushed him back, that he knew he’d struck a sensual nerve.
“Yeah,” she whispered, feeling her blood run hot, “I think I can help with that…”
Shuffling forward, bringing her leaning nethers above his rigid shaft, she craned her head to the side and peered back. Riding a grown stallion was tricky enough, even an experienced one, but mounting somepony nearly half her size was going to be tricky. Steadily lowering herself, going by sight and feel, she brought her sopping wet entrance to the blunted head of his length.
Keeping an eye on his face, she steadily bore down upon her diminutive mate. Even as worked up as she was, practically gushing, she knew it was going to be one heck of a squeeze. Wriggling against his tip, applying more and more of her weight, she had a moment of doubt - that was, before he popped into her. Her eyes flew open, her jaw went slack, and her legs nearly gave out, feeling her entrance spread for him.
Slowly exhaling, taking her time, she incrementally impaled herself. Somehow, as impossible as it seemed, he felt even bigger inside her painfully sensitive cunt. Praying he didn’t get the compulsion to give another unexpected thrust, she worked her way down to his thick medial ring, ambitiously wiggled her hips, then hilted him.
“P...pretty impressive, huh?” she sputtered, trying and failing to sound smug.
Contrary to her question, she didn’t nearly feel as confident as she attempted to sound. They hadn’t even started, and yet she felt as though she was nearly split in half. Drawing her hoof over his chest, surreptitiously keeping him from cutting loose on her, she acclimated to the intrusion. She’d gotten over the first hurdle, managing to fit him, now all she had to do was milk every drop of spunk from his deliciously plump balls.
Forcing himself to stay still, seeing and feeling how tense she was, Rumble peered down his chest. The contrast of her lower lips stretched around his dark length was breathtaking, but not as breathtaking as the sensations she afforded. He’d thought her mouth and gullet were divine, but they paled in comparison to her depths.
Like molten silk, hot and sublimely snug, her canal embraced his shaft. Flexing his tool, drawing a shuddering breath from her, he peeked up at her face. Though she was putting on a brave front, the slight tremble in her thighs and her wavering voice left little room for doubt - he was somehow pushing her limits. Lifting his hind legs, pressing his hooves into the mattress, his growing smirk sat juxtaposed against her wavering smile.
His youthful exuberance and virility got the better of him, demanding that he act. Bucking upward, setting her off-balance, his first thrust was relatively tame, but his second held less restraint. As she lurched forward, allowing him to free the base of his stallionhood, he started pounding into her in earnest.
It had felt amazing when she mounted him, but asserting himself elevated the experience to another level entirely. His stallionly impulses, only having recently emerged, wrestled control of his body and mind, spurring him onward. As he grabbed hold of her forelegs, which had come to rest on either side of his head, he submitted to the bestial, primal urges overtaking him.
Dash had only just begun to relax, after hilting the little pegasus, before he’d started rutting her like a beast possessed. It was like someone had thrown a switch in him, sending him into a crazed rut. There was no finesse, no gradual buildup - no, he simply plowed into her like he owned her. The worst part of it all was that she loved it.
The overwhelming majority of her past lovers had shown a remarkable amount of restraint, treating her like some delicate flower and being too gentle with her; even Thunder had been overly tender, stopping at multiple points to ask her if she liked it. While she couldn’t say what had gotten into Rumble, be it his coltish recklessness or a rabid zeal, she adored his frenzied rutting. Summoning a strength she didn’t know she had, getting his timing down, she started rocking back to meet his thrusts.
Her tush slammed against his lap, driving his lower half into the mattress, before she repeated the action. Like the well-oiled machine that it was, she moved her body in tune with him. Clenching on the upstrokes, while relaxing on her descents, she fervently massaged his pistoning shaft. He may have gotten the jump on her, with his ferociousness and size, but she had one thing that he didn’t - experience.
Setting his jaw, alternating his view from her face to her groin, Rumble was in heaven. Getting his cherry popped by one of the hottest mares he knew would be a moment he’d remember for the rest of his life, and doubtlessly get off to for years to come, but that could wait for later. For the time being, his only concern was conquering and claiming the athletic mare.
“Right there,” she moaned, as he hammered against her womb.
Like most things in life, she’d always had a soft spot for pushing herself, and nothing had tested her like the extraordinarily well-hung colt beneath her. Periodically slowing to gyrate her hips, she leaned in and brought her muzzle to his ear. If she was going to be his first, she was going to make good and darn sure that he would never forget it.
Unwittingly pushing one another closer and closer to their limit, they steadily increased the speed and fierceness of their motions. What began as simple, albeit rough screwing grew more heated. Drawing her tongue up his jaw and to his ear, she whimpered and groaned. Snorting to himself, goaded to act, he shot forward and lightly nipped her neck.
Though he wasn’t sure why he’d bitten her, her response was as immediate as it was staggering. Her voice raised an octave, her motions ground nearly to a halt, and her thighs quivered, as her sex spasmed around him. Eager for more, following his instinct, he wrapped his forelegs around her chest and sank his teeth into her.
The tinge of discomfort mingled with her pleasure, leaving Dash at a loss. She’d had every intention of riding him to finish, uncaring of who came first, but her priorities instantly shifted. Clamping her eyes shut, fixating on the welling sensation of bliss tinged with pain, she teetered on the brink. She was so close, so very close, that she felt she may go mad.
Pulling away, seeing her pinched expression, Rumble was stricken with an idea. Even though he’d never bedded anypony before, he’d heard and read all manner of salacious stories - stories which included some extremely spicy dialogue. Hoping that his plan wouldn’t backfire, filling his lungs, he continued jackhammering into her.
“You’re mine,” he growled, biting her a third and final time.
Hearing the bold words, feeling his teeth upon her sensitive flesh, Dash was undone entirely. Howling out, gushing nectar around his colossal stallionhood, she was overtaken by the most intense climax of her entire life. Every part of her, from her hooves to the tips of her wings, spasmed and shook, while her body was wracked with unfettered, raw ecstasy.
Realizing he’d caused her to peak, feeling the unstoppable sensation of his own impending climax, Rumble’s heart soared - that was, until a sudden movement by the door caught his eye. Unable to stop himself, demolishing her quivering cunt from below, he peeked to the exit and noticed a figure lingering through the crack.
The striated mohawk and slate grey hide were unmistakable, instantly telling him whom was watching. Though he couldn’t explain why Thunderlane was home early, or why he was voyeuristically peeping in on him, the sight evoked a strange mixture of emotions. Excitement, apprehension, shame, and pride mingled with the taboo of being caught effectively cucking his older brother, and the maelstrom of feelings did him in.
Holding Dash as tightly as he could, using every bit of strength that he had, he rammed his hips upward, seated his flaring cock against her cervix, and victoriously roared. His stallionhood pulsed wildly, sending wave after scalding wave of his thick, potent seed into her deepest depths, marking her with his essence. The moment was pure chaos, with the gratification of outperforming his elder sibling warring with the physical rapture washing over him, and it left him unable to think.
Having reached his crescendo moments after Dash, with her weight resting upon him, his body gave out. Dimly aware of the warmth of his load seeping out of her, dribbling down his balls and into the bedsheet, he hazily peered up at the ceiling. The rush of endorphins from his climax steadily faded, as a blissful haze overtook him.
Dash weaved in and out of consciousness, only barely able to keep herself from passing out. Her initial climax had been unimaginable, but the one which followed was of an order of magnitude stronger. Feeling him erupt into her, bathing her womb with an unbelievable amount of jizz had erased her refractory period and nearly destroyed her. Falteringly turning her head, hauling air into her lungs, she peeked over at his face.
She wanted to tease him, to give a bit of her signature bravado, but she couldn’t speak - heck, she could barely breathe. Wearily smiling at him, while resting her cheek on his pillow, she savored the abject sensation of fullness he afforded. Though she did bear a sliver of guilt, having just done the deed with her coltfriend’s little brother, she was more concerned about when their next time would be.
“When did you say Thunder would be home?” she croaked, affectionately constricting her marehood around him.
Eyeing the figure in the hallway, knowing full well that he’d be ready for another round in a matter of minutes, Rumble grinned. “I’m sure we can go one more time…”
