As Celestia throws him onto the bed, he lets out a small gasp on impact. He looks up and watches the older mare approach, her eyes cast over his large, vulnerable frame with a sultry expression. “Hm, yes. Just relax for me like a good little colt…” she says softly as she slides her way onto the bed with him. She looms over him in an imposing, almost intimidating manner, placing a single hoof on his crotch and slowly rubbing up and down against his sheath.

He shudders slightly at this and allows his head to loll back slightly. He gives a small moan and spreads his legs a little more for the dominant mare as she leans down and begins to gently kiss him as his member slowly slides out from within the confines of his sheath, steadily growing larger as it becomes properly erect.

Her lips on his feel warm, wonderful, welcoming as he closes his eyes and slowly tilts his head, deepening the kiss between them with a small satisfied noise. His forelegs slowly reach up to rest wrapped around her neck as he savors the affection and allows the other to indulge herself in the moment.

She pulls back, chuckling softly as she starts to kiss her way down his neck, his chest, down his belly. His midsection trembles a bit at the delicate feeling of the elder royal’s delicate velvety lips traveling across his stomach until she comes face to face with his heavy endowment.

As his gaze returns to her, the two of them lock eyes once more. His heart races, thumping wildly, just barely contained by his ribcage as she takes him slowly between her two front hooves.

“Hmmmm, well well, it certainly is nice to have your attention. Perhaps if you had been this attentive during our lectures, You would have Ascended sooner, my faithful student…”

She gives a soft little chuckle as she peppers gentle kisses up and down the belly of his pulsing stallionhood before stopping at the tip and slowly, almost gruelingly so opening her mouth. Her breath washes hot and heavy over his member before finally, mercifully the moist and welcoming cavern that is the royals hungry maw engulfs his pulsing tip.

Rose is unable to respond to her playful lecturing before she begins swiftly, forcefully descending the length of him. His eyes roll back slightly at the feeling but he fights it. He exerts his will to maintain eye contact with the mare currently trying to suck the soul out of him through his cock like it was a straw that tapped into his very essence.

He eagerly takes it all in, the sultry, half-lidded rapturous expression, the sight of her soft, plump lips dragging up and down his potent length, the sound of her moaning, swallowing and occasionally lightly gagging around him as she works her way down deeper onto him until finally, those same lips are pressed victoriously against his hips as she swirls her tongue with an unearthly skill that did little to belie her true immortal splendor.

“C-Celestia…” he calls out ever so softly as she continues to pleasure him. His soft plea brings an amused glint to the Princess’ eye as she speeds up her ministrations, a hoof drifting idly downward to gently cup and lift his jewels as she works him. She slowly pulls herself from his shaft with a wet, sloppy pop, licking her lips before speaking. “Mphh…yes? I trust my faithful student is enjoying his lesson.” She says a tad playfully, tilting her head just slightly to nudge him to speak his piece before she goes back to devouring it.

He nods in response to her initial inquiry, swallowing heavily. “Y-yes, very much so as a matter of fact. I was simply erm…uh…” He trails off somewhat lamely, averting his eyes with a hint of embarrassment. “Please continue,” he finally finishes, not much else coming to mind to speak of on his part.

A small laugh escapes her, as beautiful as a lingering windchime. She simply nods and begins to move her head back down but stops. She seems to have thought of something. “Actually, Rose….be a dear and lay back, won’t you?” She asks kindly, looking to him with newly heightened anticipation.

No sooner has he complied and rested himself flush against the bed for her does she turn about and swiftly bring her glorious, ample creamy hindquarters crashing down onto his face. She gives a satisfied sigh even as he gives a surprised yelp against her nethers, the hot breath and vibration giving slight stimulation as she wiggles her rump atop his face while she sees to getting nice and comfortable on her new seat.

“Mphh..there we go. I think this will be a far more ideal arrangement for both of us. I know how much you love my flanks, you know. Luna has teased me more than once about the contents of your dreams, Rose. You naughty little colt you…” She teases him as she slowly lowers her head down again, and in moments has devoured him in his entirety.

Rose can only let out a pleasured scream, a few octaves higher than he would have liked as he finds a hot, wet, objectively divine maw wrapped firmly around him to the very sheath of his stallionhood. Her nose is buried in his sack, huffing greedily as her tongue swirls around in a way that he can only accurately describe as him Getting That Spin Cycle 3000 Double Decker Pecker Wrecker Sloppy Toppy.

His screams seem to drive her to please him further, and her head begins to bob vigorously, wet, gagging sounds eagerly emanating from her slobbering maw, her eyes rolling back and tearing up in a way that would probably be quite titillating to him were he not already quite happily sandwiched between the best set of flanks to yet grace the surface of Equestria.

And indeed, he is quite happy with his position. Celestia had not simply been taunting when she spoke of how much he fancied her backside Once he had gathered enough fragments of his psyche together to register what was happening beyond “Damn, this shit good,” he was already hard at work at returning the favor.

As his tongue slips into her waiting, pulsing hot slit, they both let out a deep, guttural moan. Her from the long-awaited sensation of any sort of penetration, and him from soaking in the taste and scent of an alicorn thrown into the deepest depths of her heat. His synapses fire and snap as his instincts override any sense of reason he might have possessed moments ago that do not immediately concern the imminent pleasure and impregnation of the mare riding his face like a fucking bicycle.

His forelegs shoot up and firmly grasp at her haunches, hooves sinking into her cutie marks and drawing another sudden loud moan from her as he begins to lap and slurp at her more fervently. He doesn’t bother with technique. If she’s going to treat him like a schoolcolt, he’s going to go at her like one, sloppy and needy and dripping nearly as much as her nethers with enthusiasm. He groans with satisfaction at the taste of her and is only slightly surprised to find her starting to roll her hips and grind down onto his muzzle wantonly before her head slips from his shaft and is thrown back, her tongue lolling out. A keening, delighted whinny ripping from her throat as he body shakes atop him and drenches his face in her cum. As her orgasm draws to a close she returns her attention to his loins, redoubling her attentions.

The sounds escaping her cock-clogged, gulping throat defy adequate description by his reckoning. Either that or she is getting him so worked up at this point that he simply lacks the brainpower to dedicate to the task. Either way, both the sensations and the sound of her are driving him to his limit. He can feel his balls begin to draw tight against his base.

She seems to be able to tell he is drawing close to his finish as well and attempts to withdraw, presumably to proceed to the main event, only to find herself forced back down to the base, a set of powerful, sculpted hind legs wrapped around her neck, practically choking her out as she feels herself be roughly flipped onto her back. A heavy, deliciously oppressive weight settles on her, and her vision is filled with nothing but the heavy balls she was just doing her very best to suck dry. She might normally object and attempt to retain control of the situation. After all, she was having such fun toying with her precious little colt. But the scent of him in the throws of rut atop her and the feeling of being pressed down upon tells her heat-addled mind to submit and take whatever her stud colt sees fit to give her. Her eyes roll back and she relaxes under him, legs splayed to the sides in a gesture of her surrender.

He slowly pulls his lips from her slit and wipes his mouth with his foreleg, before returning his attention to the matter at hoof. A wide smile crosses his face as he grinds his shaft in her throat with a sloppy, carefree circular rhythm, causing her to gag and clench her throat around him, drool issuing forth from her maw and humiliatingly starting to dribble down her face, coating and dampening his heavy balls. “Hmmm, I may have missed that particular lesson in regards to Pony Anatomy, but I do not recall face-sitting being a viable method of reproduction. Since we are going to be rough with our foreplay, I’m sure mommy won’t mind…”

He slowly draws his cock back out of her throat, And for a brief moment, she has a glimmer of hope that he might pull out and give her what she needs until she comes back to herself just a bit.
“...if her little colt has…”

He pulls back almost to the tip, the flare still lodged firmly in her muzzle. She can see the entire thing with her head hanging off of the edge of the bed, the throbbing, kicking length pointing down at her accusingly like the barrel of an executioner’s rifle. Her eyes widen as she fully comprehends what he seems to intend, and her only thought is a simultaneously incredulous and deeply aroused “He Wouldnt”

“...some FUN!”

As he finishes his exclamation, he suddenly *rams* forward, his slobber-soaked balls colliding with her face and a sloppy, wet smack as he hilts himself in her mouth once more. Her body spasms and she squirms under him for a brief moment before going slack again.

The first thing to escape her throat is a healthy amount of the concoction of spittle and precum that currently coated her throat and his shaft, followed by an indecent, loud “GHHRRLLK!” which was followed shortly by a wanton moan. It sends pleasurable vibrations up the length of him, and to his delight, her face presses forwards into his crotch, her tongue snaking out to greedily swirl around his shaft.

“Glad to see you agree that turn about is fair play, mommy~” he teases, giving her flank a hard, firm smack before he puts his body into motion properly. His hips piston back and forth violently as he punishes her throat. He cannot see her face down below, but if the way she is mindlessly worshipping every inch of what he is giving her is any indication, she is probably not too upset with his little ploy.

Not that he is too terribly concerned about it right now. No, as much as he cares for her, in the throws of his rut, he could do more or less anything to her and neither of them would even think of backing down until she was properly bred. They are far too into things now to simply call it quits, for a mares heat and a stallion’s rut are powerful things, and those of Alicorns may times over so.

Celestia had been the one to foist that power onto more than a hoof full of either extremely lucky or deeply unfortunate stallions in her time, but today, she would be granted the privilege of being subjected to it in turn. She feels his shaft throb and swell in her throat as his pace becomes more frantic, more erratic, and before she has overly much time to dwell on it, it stops. His hips press against her muzzle roughly, holding as deep as he can manage to slip himself into her gullet as his stallionhood kicks and pulse. She can taste him on every ragged breath she manages to draw past the length lodged within her as he unloads right into her stomach.

Hot, rich, and ungodly thick, his seed pours from him in heavy ropes as he lets out his own ecstatic whinny in a masculine mirror to her own earlier raptured cries and she eagerly tightens her lips around him to greedily drink down every drop of it until he is left at the end of his orgasm panting and triumphant.

But both of them know this will hardly suffice for what they have in mind. Neither of the pair is truly satisfied to allow it to end here. So when He is tossed off of her and pinned in a golden aura to the bed on his back, He is startled, but not surprised. He gives a squeak, followed by an embarrassed chuckle as he watches his teacher collect herself and crawl along the bed over to him with a powerful desire smoldering in her eyes harder than even when they started!

His eyes meet her own somewhat sheepishly, he feels as if he is the one at the end of a gun now. Or perhaps more aptly in the gaze of a predator seeking to eat him alive. “E-eheheh…er…no hard feelings about that, right?”

She smiles wide down at him as she plants herself in his lap. His cock sandwiched between her ample teats. She slides her hooves down to rub at his chest, allowing them to trail down his belly before coming to rest on the glorious alabaster mounds encircling his manhood. “Hmmm, I don’t know, Rose. I think you are still feeling quite hard…” She presses them together and gyrates her hips, stroking up and down his length with them ever so slightly to tease him “But I think if you are willing to be a good little colt for just a bit longer, mommy can take care of that for you…”

As she speaks she lifts herself slightly, a hoof sliding along his shaft, holding it in place “mphhh…you’ve been such a naughty colt today, Haven’t you, Rose?”

He’s practically entranced by her as she speaks down to him in that sultry, perversely nurturing tone, a shiver passing through him as he nods slowly “W-wall, I suppose I my behavior the last few days could certainly be reasonably categorized that way…”

He’s doing his best to play along, but he’s really having a hard time maintaining focus on anything but the sight of her rubbing the flared head of his dripping stallionhood all over her drenched, hungry cun. She can see his anticipation, and honestly, her own matches it quite closely if she is being honest with herself. She does them both a favor and finally stops beating around the bush. “Well, Then I suppose I’ll need to be a good mother and take responsibility for settling you down.”

She slowly started sinking herself onto him inch by inch over the course of at least a grueling thirty seconds until she is finally, comfortably settled at the hilt. She rolls her hips and squeezes down around the heavy shaft, drawing a soft pleasured gasp from the stallion beneath her as he begins to roll his hips in turn.

He opens his mouth to respond, but before he can issue another silly, heat of the moment quip, a hoof gently presses to his lips. “Shhhhh, no talking. Just let me take care of you,” she says softly, planting her front hooves on his chest as she began to slowly bounce atop him.

And so he does. He lays back, relaxing and allowing the mare to have her way. And he has to admit, she looks incredible doing so. Her head is tossed back in delight at both the physical pleasure and the enjoyment she seems to be deriving from the more dominant position. Adorable little gasps and grunts escape her lips time and time again as she starts to bounce slowly faster, harder in his lap, eager for greater stimulation. He can feel her convulse and twitch around him as her pleasure begins to accumulate towards its natural conclusion and helps her along, bucking up a bit to meet her on each drop of her haunches to send himself even deeper into her.

His efforts, while relatively tame, do not go unappreciated, drawing further delighted sounds from his partner as her hooves grasp at the floof of his chest firmly to tug him up into a deep, sensual slow kiss.

Their lips meet eagerly, and their tongues tangle together as they both move faster, more fervently as the culmination of their pairing draws ever closer. He can feel himself swell within her as his balls draw tight to his shaft once more. He pulls from the kiss for a few moments to mutter a warning against her lips “Mphh…C-Celestia, I’m…”

She shushes him, locking eyes with his with an intensity matching the light of the sun itself. “Don’t speak, just let it out for me like a good colt…” She says before pulling him in to continue to kiss him as she slams her hips down onto his one final time, rolling her hips and squeezing down in a desperate attempt to milk him for all he is worth.

The attempt is of course, spectacularly successful. He reaches up and embraces her as tightly as he can, pulling her down atop him and allowing himself to let loose. Hot, thick seed erupts from him and lands deep within her as nature intended, and as she very much desired. The loud moans that would have normally emanated from her were muffled by their continued, impassioned kissing As the both of them rode out a final, satisfying climax.

She collapses on top of him as her body finally goes limp. The two of them are utterly exhausted after their session and simply relax into a content, satisfied tangle of limbs, gently petting one another and softly muttering as they soak in the afterglow of their romp.

And so the rest of the afternoon passes.

Author's Note

FINALLY!

My sincerest apologies for the hiatus. I have been less than well as of late mentally and was sorting out some complex feelings. But I finally at the very least have this commission finished! it will be getting an addendum free of charge in the future to wrap the story up later as a thank you to the commissioner for their patience with me.

Hopefully, I should finish the next one more quickly. In the meantime, please enjoy this final, admittedly very gratuitous chapter of At the Behest of the Heavens.