Confined With a Goddess

Jake woke up again with Celestia's hand in his pants. This time, they weren't belly-to-belly, so she wasn't grabbing his arse. Instead, he was the little spoon, and she had him by the balls.

The tip of her index finger was rubbing against the soft underside of his penis, tracing the plumbing that ran from the base to the tip. All the while, his testicles were tugged out of the way between her ring and little finger. She was teasing him, and he had to resist. Of low value were the boys that would last less than a minute, and he was already having trouble proving his worth.

Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, he didn't last, and he ended up cumming right into her hand. He thought it was over, but instead, she brought the goo right up to his face. "I know you're awake," she said. "I can hear you breathing."

"I'm sorry," admitted Jake. "You're really pretty, and I tried to hold it in, an--"

She cupped her hand over his mouth, covering his face in his own cum. "Shush." She smeared it around to completely cover his lips. "Have you ever slept with another boy?"

"I've never even been with a girl," he answered through her fingers, letting the goo into his mouth.

He tried to spit it out, but she closed his mouth again, making him savour it. "Those two things are not mutually exclusive. Lots of mares go their whole lives sucking stallion cock and never once eating out a pussy."

Jake would have responded that he would have gladly tried his hand at servicing a girl, but would balk at the thought of having a cock in his mouth, but unfortunately, his mouth was closed, and not by his own means.

"Anyway, I said last light how bad you smell." Letting go of his face, she climbed out of bed and grabbed one of the baskets next to the door. "You remember the washing hole, correct?"

"The big pool in the middle of the island?"

"The very same. Go wash these, as well as your own, as well as yourself."

"And then come back and hang them up," nodded Jake, using his sleeve to wipe the rest of his cum from his face.

"You think you can do it quickly, this time?" she smirked.

"I know what I'm doing this time... kind of... Plus, if I just left them floating in the water, how am I supposed to wear them tomorrow?"

"There's a smart lad. Off you go, then."

Jake took the basket and trudged off to the pond. He could do this. After all of yesterday, and her response that showed he was turning into something worthwhile, he was sure he could manage. Plus, she had given him a handjob this morning. She was clearly happy with him. He just had to hold onto that.

He managed to clean all of the clothes pretty easily, now that he knew how. He was a bit further into the pool now than he had been last time. The water was cold, and his back was still sore, so having a higher water level to soak in was doing wonders for him.

Once the clothes were washed and laid out on the rocks to help them start drying, he returned to the pool to bathe. He took a small sip of the water, not to drink, but just to taste, and immediately spat it back out. It was very salty.

He swam out to where the water started to turn deep. It was darker here than any water he'd ever seen. It had to go extremely deep to be such a shade of blue. And to be as salty as it was, there had to be a connection to the ocean deep below.

"Enjoying your swim?"

Celestia's words brought him back to reality. He swam back over so that he didn't have to shout. "Sorry. I was washing up, and I was curious..."

Celestia shook her head. "You've been working hard. I've heard you grunting as you bent over, and heard your back popping as you settled into bed. What say we take a few minutes to just soak in the water and relax, hm?"

A smile crept across Jake's face. "I'd like that."

Celestia nodded and turned around, untying her grass skirt and draping it over a rock. It was made of dry grass, and rather than being washed, it would just be replaced. But underneath, her light blue lace panties slipped down her thighs, and Jake could not keep himself from staring. Not since his first day here had he seen her perfect and smooth arse, with the little sun tattoos on either side.

She tossed the panties onto his face. They were a bit foul, but he had to admit, knowing she'd just been wearing these made him want to take a big whiff.

"You can smell those for a minute, but then you need to wash them," she said, having slipped into the water while he was distracted.

With a nod, and her permission, he took several deep sniffs, his hand drifting down between his legs to fondle himself, but being at least polite enough to turn away.

"Okay, that's enough," she declared after almost a minute. "Put 'em down, wash 'em up."

Jake did, but he revelled in the fact that he still had some of her scent stuck to his little moustache hairs. Going a week without shaving, his stubble was starting to come in, and now, it was doing him a favour.

He washed her panties, then sat down next to her, and she wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"You're a great big pervert," she said, tousling his hair.

"You gave me permission."

"I didn't say I wasn't a pervert... Fuck's sake, I woke you up this morning with a handjob and then smeared cum all over your lips."

"That you did," nodded Jake, scooting a little closer. "But that's all forgiven now."

"Good." She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled his hands up, as well as a small pair of scissors, made from the same see-through material as her axe, and she started trimming his fingernails.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you a manicure, of course. If you're going to return the favour, I can't have your fingernails all jagged and cracked."

"R-return?"

Celestia smiled down at him. "Don't you want to feel what's been inside my panties?"

Jake nodded vehemently.

"Thought so. Other hand."

As he gave her his other hand, he could barely contain his excitement. He was going to touch her. She was going to let him touch her. They'd only been together for a week, and she was willing to let him explore her body.

He took a deep breath to calm down. Of course, he wanted to know her better, to respect her wishes and boundaries, and if she told him to stop, he would. Obviously, if she wanted him to stop, he would, because if she really wanted him to stop, she would stop him. She was stronger than he was, and the second she grabbed his wrist, he was done for. But at the same time, he really wanted this.