Chapters Ondrea is a known name in Equestria, and the response you get to that name is entirely dependent on who you ask. Capable monster hunter? The best night of your life? The mare is known to many stallions and griffins in Equestria, and many creatures in between. Her capabilities to indulge those in need is something she takes great pride in, and despite the side-eyed glares from mares who could only dream, she wouldn’t change her reputation whatsoever.
It’s a brisk autumn evening when you decide to partake in some ‘self care’ at the local tavern. It’s relatively busy, the wind outside shaking the trees and rattling the branches that gently tippy-tap against the upstairs windows. The wind evicts leaves from their once healthy perch, casting them to the ground below in a symphony of oranges, reds, and browns. Gusts of wind create flurries of the fallen leaves, eager to pester those who dare walk the streets during the cold dusk. To many it’s a sign to keep warm inside, to others it’s an excuse to drink more.
You’ve situated yourself at the bar, three beverages in and decidedly not stopping until that nasty windstorm settles. The tavern is filled with a soft, warm light that pours onto the streets outside, an open invitation for weary travelers. You’ve found yourself pony-watching, appreciating the diverse array of faces that have all found themselves in the same spot as you.
A sudden increase in volume catches your attention, the sounds of various voices greeting someone who has decided to join in on the fun. A local celebrity perhaps. Amongst the sound of approval and joy, some murmurs are also heard amongst the crowd, but nothing you can properly discern. You turn your head from your drink to see what all the fuss is about, getting a proper look at a brown, bird-patterned mare with red and blue paint adorning her complexion. The skull of a remarkably sized wolf sits weightless atop a braided mane, as if it was merely an apparition. A tingle starts between your shoulders and crawls down your spine, settling in your lap, radiating a surprising warmth.
Perhaps you have been drinking too much?
You shake your head and blink, clearing away any cobwebs that may be cluttering up the inside of your skull. Your eyes find her again, this time a little more focused and clear. You give her a good once-over, a smile growing on your lips. She looks strong, but still very feminine, accentuated by an array of wildflowers that have been carefully woven into her massive braid. A pleasant and bold mix of alluring toughness, and the paint makes her look like a piece of art.
She has an air about her, one of confidence and a lack of restraint. There are no boundaries for this mare, and her aura draws you in, leaving you to wonder how it might be that she isn't accompanied by a stallion. Or two. You don't realize how long you've been staring until a hoof bumps your arm. You break out of your trance, and the bartender nods to your empty glass, and then to the newcomer, raising an eyebrow with a grin. You look back at the mare, noticing her taking a seat near the end of the bar.
"Yeah, I'll take another," you reply, sliding the empty glass towards him. He nods, grabbing a fresh glass from under the counter.
You watch the mare make herself comfortable, settling down next to a griffon who looks to be enjoying his drink. They exchange pleasantries, and you try not to stare, but you're unable to pull your eyes away. You've never seen this mare before, and it would be impossible to forget a face like hers. You want to say something, anything, but your brain is drawing a blank. It's hard to think clearly when there are other parts of you that are thinking plenty. The bartender hands you another drink, and you thank him, taking a swig.
"She's cute, isn't she?" he asks, leaning his elbows on the counter. You can't help but nod. He smiles and gestures to her, "That's Ondrea. She's a regular here. I've known her for a while, she's a really good friend of mine."
"I can see why," you answer. You want to slap yourself. How lame can you get? The bartender seems to enjoy it though, as he gives a hearty laugh and pats you on the shoulder.
"Hey, if you wanna say something, go right ahead. She'll talk to you," he reassures you, giving you a friendly smile. "She's the friendly type."
He doesn't have to tell you twice. You quickly finish your drink, and grab another. You turn your stool to face the bar, and steel yourself, trying to come up with something to say. You glance over at Ondrea again, and notice her talking to the griffon. They look to be having a pleasant conversation. You bite your lip.
You turn back around, and the bartender is still smiling. "Yeah," you sigh, running a hoof through your hair. "I haven't really had to do this in a while."
He chuckles and shakes his head. "Look, if you really want her, you gotta show her. Trust me, it's easier than it seems."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Positive. Besides, she doesn't bite. Unless you want her to."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," you chuckle, downing the rest of your drink.
"Anytime," he laughs, patting you on the back. "Go get her, tiger."
With that, you push off of the stool, and make your way towards Ondrea, a newfound determination swelling in your chest. As you approach, you can hear her voice clearly. It's warm and inviting, and she speaks with a confidence you've never heard before. Her voice is almost hypnotic, and you find yourself slowing down to listen.
"So, how is your sister doing, Tayn?" she asks, her words slightly slurring together. You wonder how many drinks she's had.
"Oh, she's fine," Tayn replies, his eyes wandering elsewhere. "She's... well, you know, she's always busy."
"Right, right. Always working," Ondrea says, nodding her head. "Doesn't she have a big exam coming up?"
Tayn pauses, then sighs. "Yeah, I'm trying to get her to relax, but she's stubborn. Like always."
"She'll be fine," Ondrea smiles, her tone reassuring. She leans closer and whispers, "You'll see."
"I hope so," he sighs, taking a sip of his drink.
The conversation goes quiet, and Ondrea leans back in her chair, crossing her forelegs over her chest. You take this opportunity to clear your throat, catching both their attention. Ondrea glances up, and Tayn follows her gaze, the both of them looking at you.
"Uh, hello there," you stammer, suddenly feeling self-conscious. You run a hoof through your mane, smoothing out the stray strands. "I was just wondering if I could sit with you. The place is pretty packed."
Ondrea's eyes peek past you for a moment, where she spots an array of empty barstools. She grins as she returns her gaze to you.
"Sure," she says, waving a hoof in the direction of an empty chair. "Come on over."
You quickly scoot the chair next to her, and settle down, hoping your eagerness isn't showing. You glance over at her, and see she's looking right back, her eyes glimmering with amusement. Tayn rubs her shoulder lightly, standing up from his seat. "I'm going to head home before this wind gets any worse. The griffin wings can handle a lot but it's starting to look real rough"
"It was lovely seeing you again Tayn! Fly safe!" Ondrea remarked, waving him off before turning back to face you.
"So, what's your name?" she asks, resting her chin in her hoof.
"Ah, sorry, it's Anon" you say, offering her your hoof. She smiles, and shakes it.
"Pleasure," she hums, letting go. "I'm Ondrea, but you probably already knew that. What brings you here tonight?"
"I could ask you the same thing," you chuckle, resting your elbows on the bar.
"Fair enough," she replies, a smirk tugging at her lips.
You notice her eyes roam over your figure, and a shiver runs down your spine. The feeling is oddly pleasing. You watch as her gaze moves from your shoulders, down your arms, and eventually lands on your lap. Your cheeks begin to heat up, and you quickly reach for your glass, hoping to hide the blush.
"Do you come here often?" you ask, trying to keep your cool.
"Yeah," she says, shrugging. "This is the best place to be after a long day."
"I can imagine," you respond, taking a sip of your drink. "What do you do for a living?"
She looks at you, raising an eyebrow. "Are we going to have the usual conversation every stallion does with me?"
"Maybe," you answer, smirking. "Is that a problem?"
"Nope," she grins, taking a swig of her own drink. "Just curious."
"Alright," you say, shifting in your seat. "What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a monster hunter," she answers, setting down her glass.
"A monster hunter?" you repeat, looking her up and down. You're surprised with how comfortable she is talking with you, as if she's known you for ages.
"Yep," she grins, puffing out her chest. "I kill all sorts of baddies. I'm pretty good at my job, considering I'm still alive"
"You don't say..."
"You don't believe me?" she asks, her eyebrow raising, grin still pursed upon her lips.
"I didn't say that," you quickly reply. "I've just never met a monster hunter before."
"Well, now you have," she chuckles, raising her glass for another hearty sip of her beverage. "Anything else you'd like to know?" she inquires, furrowing her brow.
There's an amused flicker within her bright visage, as if she's enjoying how nervous you are. You've done all you can to act cool and yet it feels as if she sees right through you. You pause as you think for a moment. You've already asked most of the questions you've planned, considering you didn't even plan to get this far in the first place. Maybe it's time to change the subject. You lean closer to her, lowering your voice. "Why aren't you with somepony?"
"Is that a question you should be asking so soon?" she teases, her voice low and smooth.
"Maybe not," you answer, a grin growing on your face. "But I can't help it. I'm curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know," she hums, scooting closer to you. That look in her eye visibly shifts at the sudden forwardness and confidence of your question.
"Then let's hope satisfaction brought him back," you retort, closing the distance between the two of you.
"It has its perks," she murmurs, her eyes meeting yours.
Her face is close to yours, and the scent of her perfume invades your nose, filling your mind with a cloud of desire. She smells like the flowers in her mane, sweet and fragrant, yet warm like cedar or vanilla. Her gaze is bright and inviting, and her breath is hot against your fur.
"I'll bet," you reply, your voice barely a whisper. You can feel her breath on your face, and you wonder what it would feel like to have those lips pressed against yours.
She licks her lips, and leans forward, her mouth brushing against your ear. "I bet I can satisfy your curiosity," she murmurs, her tone seductive and enticing.
Your heart is pounding in your chest, and a chill runs down your spine. She pulls back, a smug grin on her face. With how she's acting, it's almost hard to tell if she's being serious or not. Her sudden forwardness is not unwarranted, however. You did make the first move after all.
"Is that a challenge?" you ask, keeping your composure.
"Maybe," she replies, her voice low and sultry.
"Well, let's see if you can back up that bravado," you smirk, raising your glass.
"Oh, I can back it up," she grins, bumping her glass against yours. "And then some."
The two of you drink, finishing your drinks off. You can feel the warmth of the alcohol settling into your bones, relaxing you. The tavern is still filled with voices, and the wind is still howling outside, but you pay no mind. All you can focus on is the beautiful mare sitting next to you. She sets her empty glass on the bar, and turns to face you.
"This place is my favorite because I can get stupid drunk and only have to conquer a flight of hard wooden rectangles before getting to my bedroom" she chuckled, gesturing to the railing that followed the walls above.
"With how nasty that wind is, I don't think I'm going to be leaving any time soon anyways..." She adds, trailing off as her eyes lock onto yours.
You swallow, her eyes sending a rush of excitement throughout your body. You've never been this forward with a mare before, but the alcohol has loosened your tongue, and the way she's looking at you has you feeling confident.
"Is that a proposition?" you ask, grinning.
"It's whatever you want it to be," she murmurs.
"Oh, I can think of a few things I'd like," you reply, your voice husky.
Her ears swivel forward, nibbling idly on her lip as she grins again, clearly fond of your silver tongue.
"Do tell," she breathes, leaning forward.
"It's a secret," you tease, smirking.
"Is that so?" she asks, her lips just a few inches from yours.
"Yeah," you say, your voice soft.
"Keeping secrets is only fun when I get to be a part of them~" she whispers, her breath hot on your face.
Your eyes wander to her lips, and you can't help but imagine what they'd feel like against yours. She notices this, and smirks, her lips parting ever so slightly. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, and a fire ignites in your belly, a desire growing inside you. You glance back up at her, and your eyes meet. You can't take it anymore. You need to feel her lips against yours, and you need it now.
You close the distance, and your lips meet.
Her lips are soft, and the kiss is passionate, full of longing and lust. You pull her closer, and she moans quietly into the kiss, her forelegs wrapping around your shoulders. The two of you stay locked in the kiss for a few moments, and then break apart, attempting to sip the air that was stolen from you between heartbeats.
"Wow," she whispers, her cheeks flushed.
"Yeah," you reply, your mind spinning.
"I didn't think you'd have it in you," she grins, a playful gleam in her eyes.
"There's a lot you don't know about me," you say, grinning back.
"Then I guess I'll have to get to know you better," she hums, running a hoof through her mane, pulling some of the fallen strands back behind her ear.
You open your mouth to say something, but the words die on your tongue as her other hoof finds your thigh, and gives it a firm squeeze. You inhale sharply, a shudder running down your spine. She grins, and leans in, her lips brushing against your ear.
"Care to finish what we started upstairs?"
You swallow, a lump forming in your throat. The thought of being alone with her fills you with excitement, and a wave of anticipation washes over you.
"Sure," you manage to squeak out.
"Perfect," she says, her voice low and smooth. "Follow me."
She gets up, and heads towards the stairs, glancing back at you. You follow her, your heart hammering in your chest. This is really happening. The two of you ascend the stairs, and head down the hallway. As you walk, she turns to you, grinning.
"You nervous?"
"Yeah," you admit, swallowing.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," she purrs, rubbing her rump against you.
Your heart skips a beat, and you feel a stirring in your loins. She giggles, and continues walking, her tail swaying behind her, pulled to the side just enough so you can get a peak of her drooling marehood. The two of you stop in front of a door, and she unlocks it, pushing it open. She gestures for you to enter, and you do, your eyes wandering around the room.
The walls are a deep red, and the bed is large and plush. A dresser sits across from the bed, and a nightstand rests beside it, a dim lantern casting a soft glow across the room.
Ondrea follows you in, and closes the door, locking it.
When you first decided to come to the tavern, you certainly did not expect that the night would head in this direction. You've found yourself locked in a room with a mare so sure of herself, and you wonder if you can possibly match her energy. As you stand in the hallway of the now-locked room, you realize just what you've gotten yourself into, and the excitement and nerves hit all at once, overwhelming your senses. You take a deep breath, puff out your chest, quirk a brow and put on as confident of an expression as you can muster. Maybe it'll fool the mare who watches you with her kind yet hungry gaze.
She saunters forward, a seductive gleam in her eyes. The lantern casts a soft glow on her fur, giving her a warm, inviting aura. You swallow, and meet her gaze, trying to keep calm. She stops just a few inches away from you, her face mere centimeters from yours. You can smell her perfume, sweet and fragrant. Her eyes are bright, and filled with desire.
"Don't be nervous" she assures, her voice low and smooth, almost a whisper that tingles in your ears.
You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and a blush begins to form on your cheeks. You don't know how to respond. On one hoof, she's right. You are nervous. You've never been with a mare like this before, and you're worried you'll disappoint her. On the other hoof, she seems experienced. Maybe she'll know exactly how to relax you.
You take a deep breath, and exhale, trying to calm yourself.
"I can't help it, you're a bit intimidating miss skull-on-her-head" you say, your voice wavering with a half-hearted laugh to follow.
"It's okay," she murmurs, running a hoof along your cheek. "The skull doesn't stay on during sex." she jokes, gently unwinding it from her immensely heavy locks of hair and placing it on the nightstand. "He doesn't like to watch anyways." she grins, well aware of how ridiculous that sounds. "Just relax~" her voice is soft and reassuring, and a shiver runs down your spine as her hoof caresses your cheek. Your breath catches in your throat, and you're left speechless, staring at her.
Your breath quickens, and a lump forms in your throat. Her words fill you with anticipation, and a fire ignites in your belly. You nod, and she grins, pressing her lips against yours. The kiss is passionate and eager, and you find yourself melting into her embrace. She wraps her forelegs around your shoulders, pulling you closer. The two of you stay locked in the kiss for a moment, and then break apart, a leash of spit connecting her lips to yours as she leans backwards.
"Let's move this to the bed," she whispers, her voice low and smooth.
"Sure," you breathe, your voice barely audible.
She smiles, and turns, walking towards the bed. You follow her, your eyes locked onto her figure. She has a wonderful body, her hips swaying with every step. You can feel that familiar warmth return to your groin as you slowly stand to follow her, the view of her rear fueling the eager fire within. She glances back, a smirk tugging at her lips when she realizes you're watching her. She climbs onto the bed, and beckons for you to join her.
You swallow, and climb onto the bed, scooching beside her. She sits down, and pulls you into her embrace, her lips meeting yours once more. You can feel her hot breath on your face, and the taste of her tongue sends shivers down your spine, the lingering taste of her cider filling your mouth. She deepens the kiss, her tongue exploring yours as they begin their dance. She wraps her forelegs around your shoulders, pulling you closer. The kiss becomes more heated, and you can feel your cock edging its way out of its sheath, curiously seeking what could be igniting such a reaction. She breaks the kiss, and stares into your eyes, a mischievous glint in hers. She reaches down, and gives your cock a few slow strokes, teasing it. You inhale sharply, and shudder, the sudden pleasure coursing through your body.
"Mmmm, already getting excited, aren't you?" she purrs, her voice low and smooth.
Before you can respond, she grabs your cock and gives it a firm tug, making you groan. A healthy bead of pre peaks from the tip of your cock as she massages it out, and tickles your length as it dribbles down the side. She chuckles, and leans forward, her lips brushing against your ear.
"Why don't we see how well you can handle this," she murmurs, her voice husky.
Her words cause you to tense, preparing for the sensations to come. With how experienced she seems, you worry that you won't impress. And yet at the same time, it feels like regardless of what happens, she'll just be happy you're enjoying yourself. With that thought you allow her to continue taking the lead, making a mental goal to surprise this mare when you are given the chance.
She pushes you onto your back, and straddles you, her forelegs resting on your chest. She leans down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Your surprised by how eager yet gentle she is.
"Let's take things slow," she murmurs, her voice low and seductive.
She reaches back, and grabs your cock, giving it a few more strokes. You moan softly, and she smirks, pleased with the reaction, happy to use the precum of your drooling cock as lube. She shifts her position, and guides the tip of your cock towards her heated marehood, pink and winking, leaking down her thighs. By now you're biting your tongue and nearly trembling, both from excitement and anticipation. She slides your cock along her dripping pussy, letting you feel her warmth. She lets out a soft moan, and bites her lip, enjoying the sensation of every throb of your cock against her clit.
"Gods..." you mutter, the sensation sending a rush of excitement through your body.
She grins, and presses the tip of your cock against her entrance, teasing you. You inhale sharply, and stare up at her, her expression one that you wont soon forget.
"I can tell how badly you want this," she breathes, her voice low and seductive.
With a gentle push, she allows the tip to push in, and the feeling of her tight pussy enveloping the head is almost too much to bear. It takes all your willpower not to push further, especially with the teasing look she gives you as she pulls her lips down your length. She moans, and throws her head back, relishing in the sensation.
"Fuck..." she breathes, her breath hitching once the flare finally pops in.
She continues her slow descent, each inch drawing a moan from the both of you. You can't believe how tight and wet she is, her inner walls squeezing around your cock. It's as if they're made for each other, and the pleasure is almost more intoxicating than the many beverages you indulged in beforehand. It takes a few tries, but she finally pops pass the medial ring, gasping as she finally reaches the base. The two of you stay there for a moment, catching your breath.
"Gods... Ondrea," you pant, her name escaping your lips.
She smiles, and leans forward, pressing her lips against yours. The kiss is deep and passionate, and you can feel the desire building inside you.
"Don't cum until I tell you to," she murmurs against your lips, her tone firm yet gentle.
You swallow, and nod, her words filling you with a newfound excitement. She smiles, and pulls away, a strand of spit connecting the two of you. She grinds her hips against yours, sending a rush of pleasure throughout your body. You grip the bedsheets, your eyes closed as you revel in the sensations. She chuckles, and begins to ride you, her movements slow and deliberate.
"Fuck," she breathes, her words shaky as they leave her lips. "I didn't expect you to be this big~" she admits, her body trembling as it does it's best to accommodate for your size.
Her movements grow faster, and more passionate, and the room is filled with the sounds of moans and slapping flesh. You can feel the tension building inside you, and your body starts to tremble. You know it's only a matter of time before you can't hold back any longer.
"Ondrea..." you manage to choke out, your voice wavering.
"Mmh, fuck... you feel incredible~" she remarks as she carefully watches your expression, a grin pursing her lips. You can tell she enjoys that she has this control over you, and especially enjoys that you're already fighting your first orgasm. She bites her lip, her pace quickening.
"We're going to cum together," she pants, her words coming between breaths to match the tempo.
Her instructions send a chill down your spine, and a new wave of desire washes over you. The sounds coming from her pussy grow louder, and the scent of sex fills the room, mixing pleasantly with her perfume. You can feel the tension rising inside of you, threatening to burst.
"I'm gonna cum, nnnh fuck," you growl, your voice low and husky.
"Just mmnh, hold on..hah, " she tells you as she leans forward, using those strong haunches of hers to slap herself down onto you. The sound of her eager plapping resonates against the wooden walls, the springs of the bed crying out. Her squeals of pleasure peak each time you hilt into her, her eager riding now full speed as she races to her orgasm.
You grit your teeth, and grip the bedsheets, trying to hold back. You can feel the pleasure building to a fever pitch, and the pressure growing as your cock swells. You know it's only a matter of time before you explode.
"Mmhhah, fuck I'm gonna cum!" Ondrea hisses through her clenched teeth, her body and yours both begging for release.
"W-wait, do you want me to p-pull ou-"
Before the rest of the words can even leave your mouth she buckles her legs, and with one final slam of her haunches against your loins, she hits her peak, and the two of you cry out in unison. You can feel her inner walls clench around your cock, and a gush of combined liquids spills onto your crotch, balls properly soaked as she grips you, clinging against your body. Her legs shake as she buries her face into your chest, crying out into your fur in order to not disturb the patrons enjoying the tavern below. The two of you ride the waves of pleasure, moaning and gasping for breath.
After a few moments, she collapses on top of you, her head nestled under yours as she catches her breath, still reeling from her orgasm. The two of you lay there, basking in the afterglow, and the only sound that can be heard is your heavy breathing.
"Ondrea..." you pant, a shiver running down your spine.
"Mmhm?"
"That was amazing."
She smiles, and leans up, pressing her lips against yours. The kiss is soft and sweet, and you can feel the love behind it. She pulls away, and looks into your eyes, her gaze soft.
"And... as amazing as that was," you start, idly and unconsciously rubbing the mare's back with you hoof, "Shouldn't I have cum... elsewhere?" you finally manage, gritting your teeth a bit at how awkward you felt asking. The mare nestled under your chin just chuckles into your fur, shaking her head slightly.
"You have nothing to worry about~" she hummed, tracing a hoof along your features, "I can't get pregnant."
"Good," you say, smiling. "Because I don't think Equestria's army could have pulled me out of you if I'm being honest."
Ondrea laughs at your quip, lifting and craning her head to give you a mischievous look. "And here you are, still snug as ever~" she hummed, tightening her pussy around your still buried cock. You groan, sensitive yet somehow still very hard.
"Yeah, I guess it's safe to say you're stuck with me," you joke.
"Oh, that's a fate worse than death," Ondrea remarks, sarcasm dripping from her pursed lips.
"So," she continues, lifting her head, "Ready for round two?"
"Are you serious?"
"Absolutely!" she replies, leaning upwards as she traces her hoof along your chest.
"Only if it's my turn to take the reins." you remark, sliding your hoofs up her body to her face, pressing her cheeks in slightly. She looks so cute like this, and before she has time to say anything, you pull her forward in a greedy snog. The mare essentially melts in your embrace, the sudden surge of confidence arousing her, evident in the way her pussy throbbed in response. The dominant mare wasn't so dom after all, and something deep within you stirs at this discovery, a grin peeking onto your lips that she could feel as you kissed her eagerly.
Tonight would be one Ondrea will not forget, and you were going to make sure of it.
With both of you having just caught your breath, you're surprised things are moving so fast. You hadn't even expected to have a conversation with this mare, and yet here you were, one creampie in and the promise of more to come. Ondrea looked at you with her expectant, bright visage, putty in your hooves as you've asserted it is now your turn to be in charge. With the way she's acting, you can tell that the mare prefers it this way, her pussy throbbing around your still snug cock as you pull away from your bold kiss.
"If you don't mind," you purr, a mischievous look in your eyes, "I have a few ideas in mind."
With that, you sit up, and carefully maneuver the two of you around until Ondrea is laying on her side, your chest up against her back, your neck craning so that your head is resting on her neck below her ear, nuzzling below her jaw and allowing your lips easy access to her ears. Your hooves trace her sides, feeling every curve and contour of her body, her smooth fur tickling your hooves as they explore the surface of her coat. Your cock rests snugly inside her, the tip pressed up against her cervix, your balls resting against her thigh. It's an intimate position, one that's perfect for slow and sensual love making, and that's exactly what you had in mind.
"I wanna make love to you, Ondrea," you murmur into her ear, your words smooth and silky.
"Mmmm, you like that?" you purr, your voice low and sultry.
"Yes," she breathes, her voice wavering.
"You like the feeling of my fat cock pressing against your womb, don't you?"
"Gods, yes," she whispers, her breath hitching. You can tell she adores the surge of confidence you're displaying.
"Tell me how much you like it."
"I love it, I love the feeling of your cock inside me, filling me, making me yours," she groans, her voice low and husky.
"Such an obedient mare," you purr, teasing her. "Are you ready for another round?"
"Please," she whines, her voice cracking.
With a gentle thrust, you slowly begin to move your hips, grinding your cock against her insides. You can feel her clench and pulse around you, her arousal dribbling down your length and balls. You slide your hoof from it's position on her tummy, down to her drooling pussy, reaching around her lifted thighs and gently rubbing her winking clit. The sensation sends a jolt through her body, and she moans, arching her back and pressing her head against yours.
"Oh, gods... yesss..." she hisses, her voice trailing off into a whine.
"That's it," you purr, your words soft and smooth. "it's your turn to relax~"
You can feel the excitement building inside you, the anticipation growing as her moans grow louder. You're determined to give her a night she'll never forget.
You start slow, taking your time and savoring every second of the moment. The sound of her breath hitching every time you thrust, the way her body quivers as you rub her clit, the scent of her perfume mixed with her sweat and the smell of sex, it all sends a rush of excitement through your body.
"Y-you feel s-so good," she stammers, her voice wavering.
"So do you," you breathe, nuzzling the side of her head.
Your pace quickens, and the sounds of slapping flesh grow louder, echoing off the wooden walls. Your cock twitches as it throbs inside her, the heat of her arousal sending a chill down your spine.
"Fuuuck, y-you're gonna make me c-cum," she whimpers, her voice barely a whisper.
"Not yet," you growl, your words firm. Time to give her a taste of her own medicine.
You can feel the tension rising inside of you, threatening to break at any moment. Your grip on her tightens, and you push yourself as deep as you can, your cock pressing against her cervix.
"Fuck, f-fuck... y-yes," she groans, her voice a desperate plea.
You can feel her body begin to shake, her orgasm growing closer and closer. You can feel the tension building in her, and the urge to explode grows stronger with each passing second.
"Mmmm, just a little more," you purr, your words smooth and soothing.
"Fuuuck, f-fuck, I'm gonna-gonna cum, please," she cries, her voice breaking.
"Just a little more," you murmur, your voice husky. You love hearing the mare beg for you.
"Y-yes, yes, oh, f-fuck, y-yes," she gasps, her voice barely a whisper.
"Cum for me, Ondrea," you whisper into her ear, your words soft and sultry, your hot breath tickling the fur of her sensitive ears. She's gasping for breath now, wiggling on you, skewered properly by your girth. "Cum for me." you reiterate your command, the authority in your voice sending a shiver down her spine.
With a strangled gasp, her orgasm hits, and her body shakes as a gush of juices squirts out from her. She's moaning and crying out, and you can feel her pussy clenching around your cock, her muscles contracting as she spasms in pleasure. You're not done, though.
You continue to thrust, each one drawing a whimper and a moan from the quivering mare. Her body is shaking and trembling, and she's barely able to breathe. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open, her tongue lolling out as she gasps for air. You can't help but smile, watching her fall apart, knowing you did this to her.
"Gods, fuck," she pants, her words coming between breaths, her tone almost sounding like she's begging. "C-cum, p-please."
"Mmnnh fuck you feel so fucking good" you manage to whisper between deep breaths.
The two of you lay there, panting and gasping for breath, a sheen of sweat covering your bodies. You can feel her pulse beating, and the softness of her fur as she relaxes against you. Her wings that are trapped between your bodies twitch and flutter, and would likely be flapping wildly had they not been pinned.
"Holy... shit," she manages to pant, her voice barely a whisper.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," you murmur, a satisfied smile on your face.
She's still twitching, and you can feel the heat radiating from her pussy. Her juices are dripping onto the sheets, and the room smells of sex.
"Ondrea, are you alright?"
"Better than alright," she chuckles, her voice soft. "That was amazing."
"I'm glad," you murmur, your voice gentle and sincere. "You're an amazing mare."
You can feel her blush, and she wiggles a little, pressing herself closer to you. You nuzzle her, and gently stroke her coat, tracing your hoof along her curves. She shivers, and sighs, the soft sounds of her breathing filling the room.
"Do you want to sleep like this?" you ask, a mischievous smirk on your face.
"Yes, please," she whispers, a smile on her lips.
"As you wish," you purr, settling against her and closing your eyes. You can feel the warmth of her body, and the softness of her fur. Still fully hilted into the mare, you can feel your cock beginning to soften slightly, but neither of you want to move a muscle, so you continue to keep the mare plugged as you both prepare to sleep.
"Goodnight, Ondrea," you whisper, placing a kiss on her cheek.
"Goodnight~" she whispers, her voice barely audible, her sleepiness apparent in the way her voice slurred.
With that, the two of you drift off to sleep, the warmth of the afterglow allowing one of the comfiest sleeps of your life. The sounds of your breathing and the gentle beat of your hearts mix with the sound of the still lively tavern below, and you close your eyes, excited for what the morning will bring.
