Verve

Having stripped his clothes and joined the Princess in the shower, they started off with a much more slow, sensual kiss. Gentle hooves and hands searching each other’s bodies, as the sweet embrace deepened with each inch travelled. Celestia used a hindleg to kick at the foreign shower controls - and was lucky enough to click something useful on the third bump. Warm water soon rained down upon them both from either ends, cascading pleasant heat onto the duo locked in passion.

He held one hoof in his hand, the other was draped softly around his waist. Fingers parted through her regal pink mane, straining out the year’s long buildup of residue that the waterfall from the other day failed to blast off. Her voice cracked into sultry moans, the sensation nearly overwhelming after such a long period of loneliness. Both hooves had found themselves around him now, as his hands scratched at her scalp with much needed care and affection.

For once, he took charge - and slid his tongue gently into her maw. The soft mare gasped as he claimed her muzzle; her tongue was more than quick to react, burrowing inside of his mouth in return. She eventually managed to hook her hoof into the handle of the wicker container, dragging the vials to her side.

“I need this as much as I need you right now. If you wouldn’t mind?...” Her eyes gleamed with passion, nose to nose with her Seraph. Rolling his eyes, he snatched a bottle at random - which Celestia quickly corrected with another.

“I think this one is shampoo.” She frowned, looking over the label. Deer writing was strange, but with a bit of guesswork, they managed to find the right order. If only she had enough magic for a quick translation spell...

Arin dumped a handful of the sweet, cinnamon and apple scented mixture into his palm, running lathered hands down through her pink strands. The first pass drew out a literal hand full of hair, which he looked at with worry. Celestia blushed, frowning.

“Sorry…” she whispered. But the Knight could only laugh.

“No no, it’s fine - let’s focus on cleaning you up, then we’ll move on to more intimate things. Alright?” he asked, and the Princess nodded. Her smile soon returned, and he worked on stripping the dead hairs from her mane.

It was a slow, arduous process - his fingers catching at knots, which were gently pulled away. Being careful not to clog the tub, within minutes a literal ball of hair stuck to his fingers. Even Celestia looked worried, but three years without a proper bath would do that to you. The best she had was endless snow and her tired hooves, after all. Or one trip down Canterlot Falls.

With the worst part over, she rested her head under the heavy blast of rain - letting Arin work lathering suds in deep to her tail. When he stooped down to focus on the lower strands of her hind hairs, Celestia flicked her tail tauntingly - showing off her supple lips beneath the rain. She originally did it just to tease him, but the Seraph took it more as an invitation. A quick run down with soapy hands was unnecessary preparation, but gladly accepted.

Celestia had to restrain a whiny as his eager tongue burrowed into her folds; lapping deep inside with twists and flicks that’d stun even an ageless mare like her. Sure, she’s had several lovers of all shapes and sizes - but she hasn’t been touched in years, a fact he was keen to abuse.

“I-I thought you wanted to take it slow?” She gasped, as his teeth seized at her nub. Her wings arced and tensed in the hot water, both forehooves clopping against the tile wall to give her legs room to spread. He pulled away, bubbly-coated fingers seizing both flanks tightly.

“Sorry, you asked for it.” He chuckled, and with a tug of his digits - his tongue pillaged her depths once more. The furiously blushing mare dropping her chest lower. Letting the full curve of thin body show, as he swirled soap covered hands along her cutiemarks.

By the Feathers; even now, her taste was still as sweet as he’d expected. Soft, supple, vanilla flavors mixed with morning dew. Why were ponies such amazing things to taste? Better yet - why did he imagine her tasting just like this? Her voice was already starting to peak, her hips sawing back against his lips in desperation. It hadn’t been three minutes, and she was already at her limit.

And he stopped. Her hooves dragged so hard at the tile, that scratch marks had formed in the stone. Her head tilted to let a pleading pink eye meet his golden irises.

Considering how desperate she was, how pent up from the lack of love and touch from the years - any sane man would pop her off. But no, it had to be special. If she wanted to cum from anything but her hooves, she’d have to work for it. In fact, he wanted to see just how desperate she really was, if she was this keen on smothering him with or without consent.

“Let’s wash down that rough hair of yours with some conditioner. Wouldn’t want your hair to get all dry and frizzy, after all,” the Seraph chimed, taking the next bottle from the row. Her eyes fell back to the Seraph with shock, trying to entice him by wiggling her flank. All she got in return - and what she rightfully deserved for being so aggressive with her affection, was a rough spank on her sunny cheeks.

Shivering now, Celestia resisted the urge to whine - but couldn’t stop herself from gazing longingly back at the man tending so gently to her tail. His fingers combed away the last of the foam, drizzling showering rain across the now pristine pink mass as his clean fingers gave a firm, slick slide over her desperate sex.

“By my Sun, if you don’t take me soon, I-I’m going to-”

“You’re going to what?” he chided, fingers pulling away from her dripping marehood. She resisted the urge to growl, a tiny nicker from her tongue forcing herself calm.

“I’ll snore in my sleep.”

“I’d like to see you try, I’d stuff your muzzle with something to keep you quiet.” He winked, twisting two digits into her sopping wet folds. But, he wasn’t intent on finishing her. Tia’s hoof stomped against the floor yet again, as he found both hands filled with sudsy conditioner once more.

“Surely you of all ponies can be a little more patient, hm? Let’s condition that sad mane; it needs love, too,” His smug grin ended much too quickly as she spun around - kneeling to catch the head of his stiff cock between her lips. Her not-so-happy glare staring up at him, her deadly sharp horn forcing him back against the far wall and into the chilly embrace of the stone.

“Well? You said you wanted to condition my mane.” She winked, swirling her tongue in fine twirls around his domed cock; the odd shape of it leaving Celestia curious for more. But she restrained; he’d have to earn it now. Hands seeping into her pink hair, he began the slow process of beautifying the once regal alicorn.

And with this new position, she relented - as his fingers scratched along her scalp and ears, her soft lips would edge an inch lower, before pulling away when his mind wandered. Fingers forced to work, her soft maw was absolutely heavenly when hugged tightly over his twitching manhood. She really did have thousands of years of experience - the tip of her tongue a soft point of pressure that wedged and squeezed at all the right spots; swirling under the helm of his cock with wonderful intensity. Eliciting excited moans from her lover, yet never once pushing him near his peak.

It was a steady pleasure that built up in his loins. When his hips pumped forward in an attempt to take her maw, her head would fall back - smiling at his hungry grunts. When she went deep and his fingers began to slow, her muzzle would twist - arching his back in a needy growl. He fought the urge to grab her by her mane and rut her maw like she so desperately deserved, instead opting to indeed, take it slow.

Her pink eyes were absolute pools of beauty, once upset mood changing to one of more soft, subtle joy. Simply happy to please the Seraph who brought so much happiness to her world, even if it was just a simple pleasure.

Finally, his hands fell free of her thoroughly treated mane - her maw popping off his aching dick to turn towards the primary shower head. Feeling her tail dart and flick against his sensitive cock was a hard sell on mounting her - but as both hands clamped down on those still recovering flanks, she flicked her gaze back towards him. Her tail immediately clasped her sopping wet slit in its protective hold, an exceedingly smug grin filling her features.

“Oh no!~ Surely you of all Seraphs could be a little more patient. I have wings that need tending, wouldn’t you agree?”

He had never wanted to slap his past self so hard before. But he started this game, and she was going to finish it. Grumbling, he seized the bottle of shampoo once more. Gladly dumping a palm full of it into his hand, he started the daunting task of scrubbing feathers.

Thankfully, he had three years experience to work off of, fingers whittling away the dirt and grime with expert precision. She seemed to just be melting at this simple touch, his digits finding the core flight muscles in her wings and pressing in. By now, she was putty. Soft, malleable, and in a few minutes - she would be exceptionally clean. Sliding his hands down the length of her wing’s femur, he pinched stiffly at the root - making her gasp and shudder.

“By the Dawn, Arin - I’m convinced you’re better than the Lotus Sisters by leagues and clouds. H-Ha…” She neighed under her breath; unlike Luna, who restrained these natural sounds - Celestia embraced them when she could.

“It’s a perk of having giant wings and tiny fingers.” His voice echoed softly against the soothing water as he tended to his lover in a steady rhythm.

With her pinions running under the nozzle proper, and Arin having given her fur a quick wash down - her attention turned to her unclean lover. “I do believe it’s my turn~” She blushed, running the drooling head of the shampoo bottle over her soft hoof.

At this point, Arin was having second thoughts about this. Regardless of how soft she was - those were still hooves. Rough, faintly magical, and sometimes able to stick things to them like glue - hooves. Perhaps seeing his nervousness, Tia leaned in close - planting her lips on his firmly.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to go slow, just like you want. Relax. Breathe. I’m not going to hurt you.” She brought the sudsy hoof to his head, and bowing down before her - let that gentle hoof press into his skull.

He somewhat expected hard edges and rough skin; but the entire hoof was nearly featureless, besides a soft pad towards the center. Even without fingers, it was easy for her to lather up his ‘mane’ - albeit a bit… odd. It was like someone was rubbing the palm of their hand on him softly, in smooth circles. In fact, he was tempted to try it himself - just then, to test his theory.

Now that he thought about it, it felt more like an extremely careful massage. With short hair, it was definitely an improvement over normal hands. The Seraph gave a soft moan, letting the Princess have her giggle at his reaction.

“And… there. Now let’s soap you down, and preen those wings.” Her nose bumped his, before catching the Knight in a delicate kiss. Tongues gently stroked each other as her body leaned in close. Tia’s chest brushed against his twitching dick, hands pulling her closer in still.

The Seraph soon found himself losing control - tempted to grab the Princess, towel her off, and cart her to the bed. But he fought on bravely, even as she pulled away to stare into his eyes. Both hearts fluttering in their chests, each moment as sensual as the last. Her hooves were just as careful on his feathers, and she, too, was a quick worker. Slipping in the occasional kiss and flick of her tongue, his teeth countered with a nip to her neck. When it came down to the full body exploration portion of his wash, she was very thorough. Almost to the point of discomfort, as her hooves seemed intent on touching, feeling, and even pinching certain parts of him.

Finally, they clicked the shower off - the tightening of the knob ending the soothing, and extremely arousing experience with the warm, foggy, sauna-like air embracing them. Towels were had, and used on each other - until Celestia opened the door to the bedroom proper with a hoof.

A wing guided the Seraph forward, soft kisses urging him on first. The Princess’s eyes twinkled as her gaze drank in her Lover, and with perhaps a moment of hesitation at the thought of the cool air - he laid himself flat on the bed.

Celestia, warm hearted and beyond pent up - trailed after him. She did have a preference after all - the frogs of her hooves catching his hands as another syruppy liplock quickly took the stage. Tongues dancing to the rhythm of their hearts, damp body heat shared. Fur and skin slipping between each other.

Not daring to release her iron grip on his hands - she guided her hips back and down. Her horn rested on his shoulder as she lined them up, under her eye’s careful supervision. The tip of his helmed dick slid between her slick, wet, and oh so needy folds - the cleft of her cunt smearing a trail of lust down along his rigid tool.

“Ready?” she whispered into his ear, the Seraph’s wings splaying out before engulfing her. The Princess’s own pair did much the same - leaving them both in a world illuminated by only the cracks in mane and wing both. Her eyes absolutely glowed down at him, and the Knight gave his reply with a kiss.

“As I’ll ever be,” he whispered. Without a moment’s delay afterwards, the soft, slick lips of the Solar Princess engulfed his twitching length, both parties shuddering at the long overdue feeling. It was such a strange sensation, letting the Princess overwhelm him like this - but it was what she wanted. She wanted to pay back all of the love, affection, and more importantly - hope, he had given her. And with their hips locked together, the pulse of his dick stretching her tight walls - she had the perfect tools to do just that.

With a practiced surge of her hips, she pumped his cock along her wet tunnel with care. Inner folds tight with the heat of exertion, she made an effort to wiggle her hips - seizing the twitching girth inside with bliss. Her hooves left the palms of his hands - instead opting to squeeze his chest in a less-than-strangling hug. Her grip hugging under his wings, their tongues meeting in another battle.

And with each flick inside each other’s maws, her flanks rained down another satisfying slam; soft grunts mingling with gentle moans from the Princess.

“Gods above, I’ve fantasized about this day since our stay in the Crystal Empire. I won’t lie, Arin, I was more than envious of my Sister for finding your heart first. I was outright jealous. To this day, not spending more time with you was my second biggest regret,” she said between controlled breaths - keeping her hips low to grind his dick inside of her sopping marehood.

“Let’s not bring that up right now, Tia. It… definitely feels wrong, while we’re together like this.” He blushed, averting his eyes. This was, after all, somewhat wrong. Luna could still be saved. Right?

She nodded her head, slowing the steady pumps of her hips down to a stop. Resting his heavy cock within her - a hoof flicking the pink mane out of her eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”

“...Yes, actually. Because it’s my turn.” He grinned - his right wing flicked hard against the bed - arms tackling the Princess to her side as a battle for dominance commenced. One in which the healthy Knight came up on top, hilted within his alicorn lover. They were panting now, as eyes met and held. With a frenzied slam into her quivering cunt - the sweet Princess beneath him quivered. The firm grip on her shoulders was the perfect leverage to slam and buck his hips into her body.

While he couldn’t go as deep as he could with Luna - due to the size difference - he could be much rougher. And with these gruff slams, he found her button - the soft, squeezing flesh of her cervix, that just barely cupped his tip, and sucked at his head. Her hindlegs were hiked up, bowling her hips into the air to meet his own in another frenzied slam.

“F-Fuck, Tia…” he growled, the Princess’s soft voice lost to sweet, passionate gasps.

“I swear on my Sun, Arin - you better cum inside of me.” She hooked his head with a hoof, glaring into his eyes as her desperation found the better of her. Mumbling and nickering faint swears beneath her breath, the steady, overwhelming lust bubbling in her loins coupled well with the pounding throb of his dick.

He had no intention of ruining her fur, after a shower like that - and he made doubly sure to seize her hips. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he snarled, their sex quickly becoming rough and hungry. Within seconds, her voice switched to growing, rising gasps - speech clawing at the air as her tongue lulled free. Not a single sound from her muzzle was discernible, save for the soft whinnies for more and harder.

Finally, she reached her peak. Her wings crashed and slapped roughly against the bed - knocking a lamp to the floor with a clatter. Her voice cried out as a violent orgasm wracked her body - her hindlegs squeezing his hips so roughly that he honestly had trouble pulling away. Every fiber of her being - from her twitching hooves to her trembling wings - went mad with pleasure. Her hooves raked down his back hard enough to leave bruises. She didn’t bother to control the volume - she couldn’t, even as a rough, annoyed bang from a neighboring wall echoed through the chamber. And as her cunt milked his twitching, pummeling dick - he broke.

The combination of taunting, teasing, and now rough fucking broke his endurance in half - and his strong hips settled in one last deep thrust. His aching cock stirring her lust in inch-deep slams, as the first mighty, pent up rope of cum slammed into her belly with enough force to make him falter.

Collapsing on top of his mare, his Sun - his heavy jewels churned with each rope of seed he spilled inside of her. In all of his years, he had never came this hard before. The foreplay was absolutely overkill. Grunting and shuddering over the Princess’s twitching form, he couldn’t stop his teeth from seizing roughly into her neck. Suckling on the sensitive flesh, urging the last of his cum to shoot deep into her waiting womb.

“B-By my Feathers…” He gasped, pulling his mouth from her now bruising skin. Their rough panting mingled together, as he slowly lifted his chest off of hers. Happy smiles all around, sweat dripping and hearts melting - they shared another passionate kiss.

“That…” She heaved, lungs clawing at fresh air. “That was the best I’ve ever had, by leagues and clouds. You… by my Sun, I don’t even think a stallion could hope to compare.”

Tia’s compliments didn’t fall on deaf ears, the satisfied Seraph holding himself within to take in her divine beauty. “I won’t lie, Tia… that was worth it.” He breathed, tracing her happy cheek with a thumb. Her charming looks, especially after that wonderful experience - left him dumbstruck.

“I think I like you better with pink hair.” He smiled, combing his fingers through the drying mane. Tia giggled, using a wing to bat at his side playfully.

“Oh shush, you. You’re lying.”

“No no, it’s the truth. You look stunning.” His warm smile held, gentle and sincere. At that, the Princess melted - relaxing fully in his arms.

“This is what I looked like when I was a foal, as I was still growing into my power. By the time I was in my early one hundredth year, it was a sparkling, near crimson red. It took well over a few thousand more for it to develop into the flowing mane my subjects know and love. In fact, it happened right as I banished my Sister to the moon. It served more as a grim reminder of what I’ve done than it did a symbol of strength. Secretly, I… Well, I had a distaste for it. But you can’t dye away magic; I’m almost glad to see it pink again.”

She took his hand in a hoof, urging him to lay next to her. He did so, and with nose to nose, she continued. “I’m happy you like it. It’s… part of the real me. Who I am beneath the crown. I wish I could keep it this way. Or at least, the royal red I had so many years ago.”

Lacing another kiss, Arin smiled. “Maybe it’ll stick like this?”

She giggled. “One can dream. One can dream…”