Confined With a Goddess

Unbeknownst to Jake, because he hadn't gone snooping through her stuff since they started shacking up together, Celestia still had her tiara. What use was it here on the island, after all? It was meant to show her position of power and authority. If there were no Equestrian citizens, what authority could she wield?

With the crown on her head, she settled slowly into the chair. Jake had built the bed, sure, and that was stable, but this chair was not of her design. Just looking at it, she could tell that it was made by an amateur craftsman, and some of the components looked a little rushed. Still, it was sturdy, with all four legs the same length. It wasn't wobbly at all, and while there was a little bit of creaking, it held her weight quite well.

"Not bad," she nodded. "Not bad at all. In fact, the opposite of bad. Are you sure you've never built furniture before?"

"I'm sure," answered Jake. "Before I came here, I'd never put any of this together. Even my Ikea furniture was put together by my dad."

"I don't know what that means."

Jake waved his hand. "It just means furniture that's already precut and premeasured and you just have to put the pieces together. It wasn't actually branded as Ikea, it's just the name of the brand most well-known for doing that."

"Well-known for making easy-to-assemble furniture..."

"And meatballs."

Celestia pursed her lips. "That seems a weird thing for a furniture store to sell. Like a store that sells quills and sofas, and nothing else."

"So, how does it feel? Comfortable?"

Celestia wiggled in her throne. The wood was a little creaky, but still held its form. "Well, I think we should put a cushion on it, but otherwise, it's fine. Good arm support. How'd you set that to the right height?"

He shrugged. "I just used my own arm. I figured that, if the length was wrong, you could just move your elbows forward and backward until you found a good spot."

"Nice and even, too. You really outdid yourself on this, Jake."

He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, grinning and blushing at the praise. "Well, I was doing it for you. I thought it would be nice."

"How right you were. I feel like a princess again."

"Not a queen?"

Celestia shook her head. "While I had the duties of a queen, I never accepted the title."

Jake shook his head. "A job without a title is just work." He kneeled down before her. "By the power vested in me, by no one in particular, I declare you to be the queen of this island, and the surrounding waters up to a kilometre away."

Celestia smirked. "Am I a queen now?"

"You're my queen."

She chuckled. "Ah, but what is a queen without her army? I will need a royal knight... Hmmm... You." She pointed at Jake. "You are my new royal knight."

Jake bowed his head. "My queen, I have no training in combat. I doubt my ability to protect you."

Celestia nodded. "Very well, then. It shall be a fight to the death. You versus anyone else on the island. Loser dies, winner claims the honour of being my royal knight. Who shall be his opponent?"

No one stepped forward. There was no one else there.

"As queen, I hereby declare Jake the Human as the winner by default, and my royal knight. May he serve and protect me always."

Jake raised his head. He had promised to do something similar already, though he would have rather referred to it as "ensuring her health and safety," rather than "protecting." He could keep her from making bad decisions for her health, and he'd help her recover from sickness, but if she was being attacked, what could he possibly do to stop it?

"How may I service you, my queen?"

"It's serve, not service, but if that is your intent, I wouldn't mind having you warm my cock for me."

She'd meant it as a joke. He'd already done so much for her that she was at this moment prepared to service him. She'd suck him off or even let him fuck and cum inside of her arsehole. And yet, at the mere suggestion, he had pulled aside her panties and was now sniffing her balls and licking at her scrotum. It almost felt exactly like it had all those years ago, when Twilight would do this for her. Except Jake was better at it than Twilight had been. Of course, after several years, Twilight may have grown her skill. The only way to know would be to check on her.

Suddenly, Jake went deep, all at once, like he was trying to ram the whole thing down his throat. The sensation was wonderful and had onset fast, forcing a loud, yelping moan from Celestia, who was not at all prepared from him to swallow her so completely. In all honesty, it went deeper even than Jake was expecting, causing him to choke and gag, but he managed to resist the urge to bite down or yank himself away. Instead, he started rubbing the parts he couldn't fit in his mouth; the wider half of her shaft and her balls. He could only just move his tongue, wriggling it softly against the underside of her urethra, but that was enough to make her firm up and swell to the point that he started choking.

As soon as Celestia realised what was happening, she grabbed him by the shoulders, flipped him upside-down, and lifted him up off of her dick, even pulling the tip free with an audible pop, the only time she'd felt his teeth the entire time he'd been down there.

As he coughed and caught his breath, Celestia noted that the chair was still holding up pretty well, even under both of their weight combined. It wasn't even creaking anymore, meaning it had settled into its more stable state. It was a very good chair, but now, it was time to stand up.

Celestia carried Jake upside down to the bed and shifted the mattress, lying him down on his back with his head pointed to her. "Shall we see just how deep you can take me under the most ideal circumstances?"

Jake swallowed, staring down the barrel of her cock. This was going to be rough. But he was her knight, and he would serve her as best he could. He nodded. "Let's do this."