An average cuddling session
They can't help themselves
We had been cuddling on his bed after a long day of work, hooves and talons mingling and wrapping around us and each other. In this Gerard had an advantage, stroking my side with his tail while cocooning me with his wings. As I played with the long feathers on top of his head with my magic, his tail had a mind of its own, sneaking down a path from my sides to my flank, gliding even further down before returning up on the inner side.
I tensed as the tuft of his brown tail hit a sensitive spot.
“What’s the matter?” Gerard teased me, slowly dragging his tail up, his embrace not letting me squirm.
“You–ahhh–know exactly what,” I managed to say, distracted by his touch. “Please keep doing that.”
Gerard laughed at that. He moved one talon down, stopping over my belly, tantalizingly close to where his tail was.
“Feel like having a go?”
I nodded in response, and gave him a kiss. He pressed his beak against my lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth where it met mine. His kiss was hungry and I was happy to sate that hunger. When we finally broke the kiss, he stroked my cheek and nuzzled into it.
“Is that a no?”
“It’s a yes, silly.”
I pushed away from his embrace, taking off my clothes one by one with my magic. Tossing them to the side.
Some found ponies wearing clothes odd. We already had our colorful coats and tails, so clothes would only be an unnecessary layer, no? Most would answer that it was because we were not animals, but civilized creatures, and they would have been right. But for me, the only reason to wear clothes was so that I could take them off in front of Gerard.
I only had my undershirt left, white against my blue coat. I let Gerard take it off for me.
He was already undressed, spotty gray feathers gleaming in the lone lamp’s light. There were patches of ruffled fur and some broken feathers, but none of that mattered to me. Nor did my thin, almost scrawny form hidden under my clothes matter to him. His eyes only held love for me.
It was not innocent love, nothing that carnal could be, but it was pure and unadulterated. Button by button he opened my shirt, until I could finally drop it on the floor.
“You are beautiful,” Gerard stated, stroking the fur of my chest. I leaned into his touch, pushing us to the bed. Gerard let me fall on top of him, straddling his lap. He was larger than me, a predator while I was prey, but I felt completely safe with him.
“Really Shoal? You know I can’t get to you there.”
Warmth spread across my cheeks, coloring them red. Somehow I had blushed more when he had shown me how to kiss someone with a beak. I thought of something to say back.
“Maybe I don’t need you to get up.” As I spoke, I slowly started grinding my hips against his, drawing a pleasured moan from his beak. Now my blush matched the one from our first kiss. “This is really nice.”
“Mhhh, it is. But-” Gerard spoke and squeezed my flank, careful to not cut me with his talons. Without warning I found myself sideways on the bed. “-we both know you love attention.”
I didn’t want to keep up the charade any more. “I do.”
Gerard nodded and lowered himself to the floor. I rolled to my back and he between my rear hooves. I watched over my exposed stomach as he gave my shaft, emerging from its sheath, a playful lick. I let out a breathless gasp, twisting on the bed. All the while Gerard waited patiently, letting me regain my bearings.
Once I nodded, he licked again. A third time. He wrapped his tongue around my shaft and licked and caressed it, drawing a hundred little moans from me, promising even more while patiently waiting for my permission. When I finally thought I was ready, he wrapped a talon around my length.
My body froze at the unexpected sensation, a little whine escaping me as I squeezed my eyes shut. I heard Gerard chuckle, and felt his warm breath and the feathers of his cheek against my thigh. I felt his claws but I did not fear them. It had been long after the beginning of our relationship that we had first done this, and already then we trusted each other too much for genuine fear to be possible. Thrilling nervousness was still possible.
“Keep going,” I said and forced my eyes open to see Gerard work.
No, work wasn't the right word. It was joyless and exhausting. He adored me. He loved and cherished our every shared moment with energizing intensity. This was worship. He didn’t leave a spot untouched by tongue or talon. He cooed as he nuzzled my thigh, then gave my shaft a lick along its whole length.
“Gerard- I- ahh…” My words were lost to quickening breath and gasped moans. My hooves frantically sought purchase, squeezing the mattress under us. I squirmed, whined and twitched at his touch, entirely at my griffon’s mercy.
He knew what he was doing and how sensitive I was. I didn’t have time to call a warning when the sensations became too much. My mind blanked as I came with a cry.
It took several attempts to steady my breath. Once I’d finally done that, I opened my eyes to see Gerard, one eye closed, looking at me. His face was covered in my fluids.
“Sorry,” I said.
Gerard chuckled and reached for a tissue.I grabbed it with my magic and passed it to him.
“It’s fine,” Gerard waved away my worry. “Had enough, or want to keep going?”
I was nowhere near as tense as I had been moments ago. My answer came without hesitation. “Let’s keep going. Go get the condom, I’ll get the lube.”
With a twist of his wrist, Gerard manifested both in his claws. He had prepared for this.
“Want to put it on?” The gray griffon asked, jumping on the bed. I picked up the items in my magic, first putting the condom on. Gerard tensed from the tingle of magic, before slowly relaxing. Next came copious amounts of lube. Satisfied, I lay down on the bead, lifting my tail in invitation.
“Ready?” I asked.
Gerard rose.
“Ready,” he answered. “I’ll take it easy, don’t worry.”
Gerard entered me with a slow, steady push, watching for any signs of discomfort. When he hilted, he took a moment to catch his breath. Then, just as slowly he started pulling out. Satisfied that I was fine, Gerard started picking up speed, enjoying my cries of pleasure. Those cries turned into barely suppressed shrieks as his beak was suddenly on my neck.
From between the nibbles and coos, I could make out two words. “Love you.”
I turned my head and managed to kiss him on the cheek. “Love… you too.”
“I can hear that.” Again Gerard hilted and licked my neck eliciting a small whine. This time, instead of pulling back, he took a firm hold of me and rolled to his back. And with my belly exposed, Gerard’s claws returned, stroking my length as the griffon kept up his thrusting.
With a final moan I came a second time. And so did Gerard, wrapping his free claw around my barrel, burying his face in my neck.
He was the first to speak. “You were amazing.”
“You too,” I answered, leaning into his embrace. “We should get cleaned up.”
Gerard was quiet for a minute. “I think one of the bathrooms is empty.” He ran a talon through my mane. “And then I am preening you.”