Beat the Heat

As the tip of his shaft ran around my backdoor, smearing it with pre-cum, my suspicions were confirmed. He’d apparently taken a fondness for the royal cake, and had no reservations about claiming it for his own. As he ground into me, lightly humping and working into my taut, virginal hole, my pulse quickened. Throughout all my years, my backdoor had gone untouched - that was, until that moment.

Though the process was the slightest bit uncomfortable, his soft touch and gentle progress more than made up for it. Stroking me, squeezing me, and telling me how amazing I was, I nearly felt as though I was melting. I wasn’t even aware of how much progress he’d made, until his plump balls came to rest against my snatch. Draping himself over me, pressing his chest against my back and twitching wings, he brought his mouth to my ear.

“I’m going to start now,” he breathed.

Giving him the slightest nod, I steeled myself. Doing my best not to clench up, while he hauled a portion of his length from my clinging behind, I gnawed my lip. Thrusting into me, driving my body forward, he started bucking me properly. Slowly, almost insidiously, the strange sensation of having my booty plundered gave way to an undeniable bliss.

Be darned if I could explain it, but having my ass plowed felt fantastic, far better than I would have ever presumed. Longing for more, a trail of saliva slipped past my lips. Clenching on his backstrokes, and relaxing on his plunges, I reciprocated as best I could. Sensing my enthusiasm, or perhaps pleased with my efforts, he wormed a free hand around one thigh and towards my groin.

“You like it, don’t you?” he sighed, blindly tweaking one of my teats. “Having someone bigger than you take charge…”

“M...Mmmhmm,” I huffed.

I couldn’t lie to him nor myself. It was exceptionally rare that I meet someone larger than myself, let alone a male who found me attractive. The deadly combination of his shameless lechery and his imposing size proved fatal, wrapping me around his finger in a heartbeat. I was nothing but a simple female for him, an outlet for his desires, and loved it.

With every thrust, his balls slapped against my sex. I could’ve never believed anal would be so exhilirating, yet I could genuinely see myself developing a taste for such a depraved activity. I could only imagine how astounding it would be to have him fuck me in a more traditional manner, but that could wait - at that moment, I was having the time of my extraordinarily long-lived life.

On and on he went, steadily moving faster and bucking harder with every passing second, until he slowed. Straightening up, leaving his cock firmly lodged in my rear, he gave my behind a resounding smack. Seizing around his tool, stifling a whimper, I wanted more, but I dare not give voice to my desires. Unfortunately for me, he wasn’t willing to accept my silence.

Firmly grasping my dock, he harshly yanked my tail. “If it’s what you want, how about you beg for it…”

Sensing him steadily pulling out, leaving only the very tip of his shaft within me, I shuddered. He simply couldn’t stop now, not after pushing me to such a wanton act, could he? Peeking back, clinging to him with all my might, I gulped. While it shamed me to say it, I simply couldn’t bring myself not to give him what he wanted.

“P...please,” I whispered.

“Please what,” he taunted.

“Please rut me,” I continued, feeling my face go red.

With a twisted grin plastered on his face, he set upon me like a wild animal. The tenderness from before was replaced with bestial lust, as he commenced to plowing me in earnest. Moaning aloud, I felt the strength leave me. He had me the moment he laid eyes on me, I’d simply failed to realize it.

“That’s right,” he groaned, pounding his hips against my supple rear, “you’re just like any other mare; you just needed to have a real man remind you of it.”

“Yes,” I howled, rocking back against him.

“Just a needy slut who needs a good breeding,” he conceitedly growled.

I tried to answer, to tell him that he was right, but all I could manage was to needily mewl. I was so close, teetering on the edge of release, that I was unable to form the words. Somehow, as impossible as it seemed, this creature had managed to subjugate me like none other, although I genuinely couldn’t say if he was a gift from above or a curse from below - regardless, at that moment, I was completely powerless to stop him.

On and on he went, ravaging me as though I was his common whore, until his rhythm became frenzied. Though I’d been on the cusp of release for some time, I’d been unable to peak; every time I drew close, a well-timed slap or tug on my tail reeled me in, driving me nearly mad. Sensing he was close, praying that his climax would push me past the brink, I drew a breath and threw my head back.

“Breed me!” I impudently wailed, thoughtlessly giving voice to my deepest, darkest desires. “Make me your mare!!!”

Hearing my desperate plea, he crammed every inch of his throbbing manhood into me. The sensation was glorious, though not as glorious as the sublime heat of his seed flooding my once chast depths. It was a magical moment, walking the fine line between the divine and the infernal, and it delivered the final blow. With all the cataclysmic force of a newborn star, I came.

I brayed to the heavens, as marish nectar gushed from my quivering sex. To think that I’d be brought low by such a perverse act was mind blowing, beyond comprehension, yet he’d managed to make me cum harder than any time in recent memory. His victorious grunting mingled with the sounds of my ecstasy, as he despoiled my bliss-wracked form.

Lost in rapturous haze, I couldn’t say how long he stayed within me, yet it eventually came to an end. Hauling his cum-slickened length from my behind, he stepped over and collapsed onto the bed beside me. The departure of his cock left my battered, gaped pucker grasping at the cool air. Leaking his essence, suddenly empty and unfilled, the sensation was nearly heartbreaking - that was, until he caressed my cheek.

“Guess you’re mine now,” he purred, turning me to face him. My hesitation to reply brought a smile to his lips, as he inched closer. “Say it…”

“Y...yes…” I breathed, unable to meet his eyes.

Wrapping his arms around me, pulling me to his chest, he rested his head over my shoulder. “Good girl…”

I was unable to suppress a thrilled shudder, as I turned to the side and draped a foreleg over him. It was a ludicrous scenario, for someone as prestigious as myself to be conquered by this alien behemoth, but there I was, locked in his clutches with no intention of ever leaving. While I couldn’t say what the future held for my otherworldly guest and myself, my gut screamed that it was hardly the last time he’d make use of me. Wondering what other carnal delights he’d have to offer, I found a strange contentment in his arms...