Confined With a Goddess

Celestia lay supine on what floor there was, her legs open and breathing deeply. "Don't forget the balls," she reminded Jake.

He nodded, and took a moment to bring his hands down to her balls, cupping them and rubbing them softly against each other. He felt a bit cheated, as he was going to be here until she came, and that wasn't going to be easy for him. He didn't dislike gay people, but he wasn't one of them. He didn't like touching other people's dicks. Even if the dick he was rubbing his hand against was attached to the body of the most beautiful woman in all of existence, it still felt wrong.

"How's that feel?"

Celestia tightened her grip on his ankle. He wasn't going to leave this spot until he finished, as they were both pretty aware that he'd bolt and try to wriggle out of doing this if given the chance. "It's boring," she said, looking up at him. "Is this how you treat your own penis?"

He lowered his head. "When I'm edging, sometimes..."

"You can be a little more rough," she offered. "You're stuck here until I finish, so anything you can do to hurry that along would be to your benefit."

Jake picked up his pace a little bit with his rubbing, still mostly using his palm. His fingers still felt a bit stubby and unnatural, like they did every time he trimmed his fingernails. "So... what usually helps you... pop off, as it were?"

Celestia looked him right in the eye. "If I tell you, will you do it?"

Jake was quiet, and he focused his attention back on her cock. It was huge, roughly the size of his forearm in girth, and nearly twice as long. Each testicle was bigger than his balled-up fist, and dense enough to feel heavy in his hands. They were significantly bigger than his, and it was baffling to him that she was able to hide these for so long without him knowing. It was, as a whole, big enough that it would be like stuffing an entire human arm into her panties, and she'd done so without anyone noticing.

Of course, by anyone, he only meant himself. No one else was here. Seeing it in front of him, being unable to close his hand around it, he felt inadequate. He knew that his body wasn't going to grow much larger, maybe two or three centimetres if he was lucky, but he'd reached his maximum height, and even without her horn, she was way taller, and bigger in every way. Even if she had a pussy, he knew deep down that he was too small to satisfy a woman of her size, but his dick was less than a tenth of hers, and both of his balls together didn't even qualify as a handful to her.

Suddenly, his face was pressed against her cock, and a sudden gasp filled his nose and mouth with her scent. The same scent that had been on her panties when he stole them. The same scent that had been on her panties when she made him wash them. The same scent he'd jerked off to twice. The same scent he would have masturbated to a dozen more times had he thought she wasn't watching and judging him. He knew this scent. He liked this scent. He had a reaction to the scent from a week of wanting to see what was under it. His dick immediately shot up to full attention at the memory of the scent because he'd connected this scent to a good thing.

A sudden thought occurred to him. He'd never do this for real, but with everything happening, he wondered if he imagined it, it might make the situation seem a little better. He closed his eyes and thought about Celestia's scent, and what her taste must be. If she had wrapped her pussy around some guy's cock, then his shaft, covered in her juices, would smell and taste like her. The question then became, would he suck her juices off of that guy's cock just to taste the woman he wanted to be with?

No. It was a romantic thought, and he wanted to believe that he would do it; that she meant enough to him to validate this course of action just to be closer to her, but he wasn't so desperate for her yet that he would stoop to that level. It was still another man's dick, and that was more than he was willing to put up with.

Unfortunately, as he was shaking the thought from his head, he was nuzzling her cock and motorboating her balls. He stopped for a moment, then his head started again of its own accord. He tried to stop it, but something was forcing it, at least for a minute or two.

"Alright, come up for air, pervert."

Jake felt the pressure leave his head as he pulled himself up. "Something was forcing me to do that," he gasped.

"Yeah. That was me," answered Celestia. "You wouldn't talk to me, so I assumed you just wanted to hurry this along. So I helped you hurry it along. Feel how close I am."

She pressed his face against her cock. It was throbbing. Slowly, but it was throbbing.

"Now, do you want to spend the rest of the day blandly rubbing against the underside of my shaft, or do you want to make me cum and move along?"

Jake was quiet once again, but for fear of her making the decision for him again, he thought it better that he make a decision quickly. "The second option, please."

No sooner did he finish his sentence than feel himself being lifted into the air and then pushed to the floor. Now he was the one on his back, and she was sitting over him. In the next few moments, she had straddled him, placed his hands on top of her cock, and started thrusting against his chest, bopping him in the face repeatedly with her flare for a little more than a minute. She held his hands down tightly, almost crushing him under her weight, until finally, she reached her climax, unloading a torrent of cum right into his face in several powerful bursts of rope. Some of it went up his nose, and when he opened his mouth to complain, some went in there, too.

"That was good," she panted, rolling off of him. "Having a partner is way better than using my hand. I'd almost forgotten how good that felt. Was it good for you?"

Jake wiped off the thick, sticky goop that covered his eyes and looked right at her, unimpressed.

"You have something on your nose," she chuckled.