Taking the Queen

Now that they were undressed and ready to spend some time together, Chrysalis kneeled down in front of the bed, expecting Spiceberry to sit down in front of her. They both knew very well what she was, and how she was to be treated. He was the one making the rules, and she no longer minded. After all, he'd proven multiple times to have her best interests in mind. Who could honestly say that he didn't this time, as well? He would treat her as she deserved, without harming her in the process.

"Up on the bed," he commanded. "Lie on your back."

That was odd. He usually liked to warm up in her mouth, seeing her go down on him. It seemed that tonight, he wanted to go right into the main act. Not that she minded the change-up, as she was good for whatever he wanted to do. As directed, she sprawled her body across the bed, going corner to corner to make up for her size. Being taller than everypony around her had its drawbacks. She grabbed ahold of her ankles and spread her legs, inviting him in.

Then, even more of a shock came. He did not climb on top and penetrate her, at least not right away. Instead, he dug his tongue into her snatch, in a way she had not experienced in quite some time. She was the one who would service all of the ponies that came in. She was not used to receiving service.

He began to play with her butt plug, slowly moving it in and out. She moaned out softly, holding her voice back as she looked down at him. As he dragged his tongue against her clit, she suddenly realized why Starlight had trained her to do this. It was wonderful. She leaned her head back against the bear pillow and held on tight to the cushions. He wasn't letting up at all, no matter how wet and sticky she became. She had to bite down on her lip to keep from shouting out.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked rhetorically. "Holding back so as not to call out? Let it go. Squeal for me."

She let out a muffled moan, muted by her lower lip. She was in the throes of pleasure, but she didn't want him to know exactly how much. She was supposed to make him feel good, not the other way around.

With a chuckle, he pulled the plug all the way out and tossed it off the bed. Now was the time for him to crawl up her body. He grabbed her by the wrists and held her down, rubbing his erect cock between her sensitive breasts. As he leaned down to kiss her, she could taste herself on his tongue. She wriggled her tongue down his throat. She had intended to just return his kiss, but the love that radiated off of him was so intense that she couldn't help herself.

Within a few blind thrusts, he managed to plow his way up inside of her without looking. Normally, she would have lubricated him with her mouth, but this time, the roles had been reversed, and she was all the slicker for it. They had only just begun, and already, his balls were slapping hard against her gaping arsehole. She had never felt so pleasured before.

He released her wrists, as well as her tongue as he pulled away. He wasn't up for very long, though, as he linked his elbows under her knees and pushed her shoulders down. Nopony had ever made it as deep as he was now. But for the fact that she knew the body parts were not joined, she could swear that he was driving his tip directly into her stomach. She could no longer control herself.

"Spiceberry! Ah! Harder!" she shrieked, her tongue flopped out over the side of the bed. The resulting smile from her lover was complimented by some pounding coming from the walls. Satisfied that he'd fucked her hard enough to send her screaming, he leaned down to her, face-to-face. Before he could kiss her again, she grabbed him by the lip with her teeth, once again driving her tongue down his throat. Wrapping her legs around his shoulders, she pinned him down, clamping her walls around his shaft as she came harder than she ever had before.

She'd been fucked numerous times. She'd been fucked harder than that regularly, but it was always with the intent that she was serving whoever her partner was. It was a job. This time, it was for her. She didn't cum from being filled multiple times, but because she very much enjoyed his display. He hadn't even reached his climax yet, and already, she'd finished. This was uncharted territory for her.

As soon as she wound down, she released her grip and allowed him to move again. As he pulled away, her tongue flopped out of his mouth, down over her face. She'd been open and receptive to him, letting him do whatever he wanted with no time limit, no judgement, and no authority to stand in his way. She was in awe of him at this moment.

Slowly, he began to thrust again. He hadn't finished, and she'd calmed down. It made sense that he would continue. She was a bit sensitive, shivering at his slightest movement, but it wasn't long until he began to speed up again. He was pushing with such zeal that he inverted her almost completely, with his dick pointed straight down and slamming hard against her cervix. There was no such bed space in her cell, and the floors were not nearly so forgiving that she could be propped up exclusively by her neck and shoulders.

With a loud slap, his hips clapped against her arsecheeks, and he fired a load directly into her womb. He wielded such pressure and drove it in with such force that she could feel every spurt. Feeling his throbbing, pulsating rod was enough to send her back into a stupor as she came once again.

As her body flopped down onto his bed, soaking the mattress with cum and sweat, he very nearly collapsed on top of her, his face dripping sweat and saliva. He took a brief moment to tie her hoof to the armrest, then lay down atop her, panting against her breast.

With one more kiss shared between them, they both passed out swiftly.