Beauty Like Yours Is A Rarity

Caught completely off guard, Anon falls backward with Rarity atop him, hitting the floor of the Boutique with a heavy thump.

What Rarity notices, however, is how he prioritized catching her over catching himself. That doesn't help the situation heightened tensions, nor her fantasies, as she can't help but note his hands tenderly holding her sides; where he caught her on impact.

Anon

Anon groans softly, lifting his head to look up from the floor, at -- oop.

Rarity is standing over him, face close to his own, panting heavily. Beads of sweat roll off her and land on his cheek. Her hooves are planted firmly on the floor astraddle his chest. His own hands are holding her sides, a result of trying to catch her when she suddenly lunged at him. She's very warm.

"You really ought to be more careful with how you behave towards a lady, Anon." Rarity states firmly, breathing heavily.

Anon, currently, is entirely lost and confused. This was no accidental fall, that's for sure. Is she angry?

"...You, uh... that's a nice... perfume?" Anon awkwardly offers; the two close enough that scent is the least of his concerns now. She smells... nice. A subtle hint of flowers, but this near, her own mild scent is unmistakable.

Rarity

He smelled delicious. Rarity leans low, taking a slow draw through her nostrils of his neck. Intoxicating, even.

"Char Deboigne, extracted from flowers from Saddle Arabia, Imported to Canterlot." Rarity answers bluntly. Her eyes are searching his face, roaming his... neck, his form, his look.

"...Right. You doing okay?" Anon tentatively fields.

"Terrific, Darling." She huffs, staring into his eyes. Mm. This was... exotic. Appealing. Perhaps that's what was setting her body off so... enthusiastically.

Anon

Anon purses his lips, meeting her gaze, unsure of what exactly to do here. This is odd for Pony behavior -- at least from what he's gotten used to. Is this something normal for Rarity, when she's out of the public eye?

"...I might need an explanation or two, here. I'm a tad confused." Anon requests.

"Of course, Darling. I... may have bucked up. Badly," she quietly admits, lips near his ear.

"How so?" Anon presses, curious.

"I shouldn't have invited you over." She relents.

"Something I said?" He asks, a tinge worried he'd overstepped.

"No--well, yes, but also no. I... are you familiar with how Ponies work, so to say, Anon?" She ruminates for a moment, circling the subject hesitantly. She bites her lip.

"Somewhat, yeah." Anon shrugs. Twilight explained the cultural, biological, bare-bones blah-blah basic stuff to him when he first got here, to help with the cultural differences. Originally, he'd only only asked about how fish work here, and got a full explanation instead. Good stuff to know, in hindsight.

"Have you heard of how mares go through heat?" She prompts.

"Uhh... yeah, I think so. That kind of thing exists for some species on my planet, too. Why?" Anon nods. Like Horses, funnily enough. Think Twilight skipped that part, though.

Wait.

"I've entered mine." Rarity bluntly states, her hot breath on his face, muzzle mere inches away. "Just started today, actually. Been so busy, I forgot to track it."

"Ahh. Need some alone time to get that figured out?" Anon offers; he gets it. No fun trying to handle this kind of thing when --

"Not at all, Darling." She states again, just as firmly.

"...I'm not quite sure I know how to help you with that one, unfortunately." Anon shies away. Was this a Pony thing he missed?

"Oh, I think you know exactly how, Darling. You can't work me up like that and just play it off." Rarity purrs.

"Oh."

"Mmhm."

"When I was on the pedestal..."

"Yes."

"And the hand on the..."

She practically shivers. "Oh, yes."

"...I thought heat was a thing between mares and stallions?" Anon questions.

"It seems I consider you... quite the stallion, Anon. I've never had it this intensely before. I'm usually quite stalwart against the urges; both from my own heat and working in proximity to stallions as my career demands. There's something different about you. I could hardly keep myself contained while I measured you, touched you, examined your... unclothed physique." Rarity explains, almost purring.

Anon purses his lips. "Huh. That's. Yeah, that's quite the predicament, huh."

Alright, so he accidentally worked up the single seamstress mare during her heat. Good job, Anon. Not that he could have known, but still.

"Indeed it is." She quietly affirms.

"...I think I've clued into the situation a little better now." Anon expounds, looped in.

"Have you? Delightful." She smiles. That is a hungry fucking smile.

They each stare at one another, Rarity still panting heavily as she looms over him, Anon still on his back on the Boutique floor.

Is... she waiting for the go-ahead? For him to make the first move? Huh.

"...Rarity," Anon says softly, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Darling?" She says back, just as soft.

"...Are you wanting me to help... relieve you during your heat?" Anon asks for final clarification. This seemed like a deadly situation to miss-assume.

"Well... considering that I've spent the entire time we remain together here on the floor imagining you rutting me to messy completion on every surface in my Boutique... Yes, I think I would deeply appreciate you assisting a lady, namely myself, in these matters." She explains with a dangerously sultry smile and half-lidded eyes.

Really not how Anon expected this whole favor to go. Should he have? Local single working mare invites him over to 'pretend' to be her 'partner'...

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about... that kind of thing with ponies before, but intrusive thoughts could only be dismissed for so long before you begin to seriously consider some things. You know, trapped in a whole new world with nobody else like you, you start to... look at some things differently. Admittedly, Twilight was the first one that came to mind, but she was the one he'd had the most interactions with, so that seemed normal enough.

But in Rarity's case... they'd been friendly acquaintances. Friends of friends. Invited to the birthday party as a plus-one type deal. So, Anon has never really looked at Rarity like... that.

Well, with her inches from his face, breathing hot air on him as she stares at him with an awkwardly desperate need? It's hard not to, now.

She's shorter than the average mare, and definitely curvier. She wears it well, though Anon remembers her describing what the ideal Canterlot type was like. What was her name, Floor Deli? Tall and thin, like an Alicorn. Probably why she puts so much effort into her appearance, and why this chance to enter Canterlot's ranks means so much to her; she's fighting against the standard.

"Darling, I can hardly think straight. As sweet as it is that you're so appreciative of my delicate form -- are you going to grab me up in your big arms, and rut me into the floor, or what?" She huffs, impatient.

That... catches Anon's throat for a second.

She's struck by heat, right? Making her act on feelings that might not truly be there.

He knew damn well Rarity wasn't an easy woman. Shit, he wasn't an easy guy, either. This entire situation felt a little off. Anon wasn't sure how comfortable he was with this. Not for himself... but in consideration for her.

Her nose hovers closer to his, breath hot on his face.

They didn't know each other that well, and the initial reason he came over didn't really keep to... this kind of premise.

Yet his eyes still linger. She has this... gorgeous white fur accented by her crystal blue cutie mark, which is probably nearly impossible to keep as clean as she does. Yet, she manages it. Her richly purple mane and tail have a bounce to them that she manages to recreate day after day without damage. Her makeup is flawless; sharp and even, eyeliner perfectly complimenting her eyes.

She backs up a little as Anon intently stares at her, all over her. Her brazen confidence seems to falter slightly. She wanted him to see her as a mare, and what she wanted was provided. Yet instead of the intended passion... he simply looks at her. He's conflicted, but...

Well, she's not exactly a stranger. And... it might the odd start to something.

"...You're a beautiful mare, Rarity." He whispers, hands tenderly sliding up her sides, one rising to stroke her cheek. If they are going through with this, he'll be doing it right.

Rarity

She was demanding a firm, brutish rut -- a hard fuck that made a mess of her mane and her entire Boutique. She was worked up and pent up.

Sure, she hadn't expected her invitation to go quite this way... but my, what a specimen. Exotic. Muscular. Gentlemanly. Normally, she'd never do this -- but working Mares made do.

Instead, her face is gently cupped, as tender lips softly meet her own. She tasted like coffee, for obvious reasons, but her lips were shockingly plush.

Well... she could work with that, too. Eager for physical reciprocation, Rarity meets his kiss with enthusiasm, her tongue tracing his teeth before slipping into his mouth, searching for his.

Anon

The rough mushing of their faces continues; but Anon wraps his arms around her in a supportive lift that's full of care, pulling her off her hooves and against his chest. Their kiss breaks just long enough for Anon to ask which way the bedroom is. Rarity points with a hoof before crushing her lips to his again.

Up the stairs, around the bend, and into a surprisingly quaint bedroom. Lavish still, obviously; Rarity takes her beauty sleep incredibly seriously, but it's definitely one of the smaller rooms in the Boutique. Makes sense, considering she spends most of her time working. A large bed, heavily blanketed and canopied, sits near to an oval window, draped with richly accented curtains. A dresser, a desk, a chair, each a solid wood and accented with metal handles and stumps. Still with only the morning glow peering through the window, Anon manages towards the bed.

Anon can feel her magic start to unbutton and slip off the very suit she'd put on him but moments prior, parts of it slinking off him and to the floor, leaving a clothing trail.

Putting a knee on the Pony-height bed and sinking into the mattress, he lays Rarity down across its covers, on her back, stomach to the air as the magic fades from her horn. A manicured hoof pats at his chest, as she stares at him with need. Now he's the one looming over her, and it's certainly having an effect as she squirms, rubbing her thighs together underneath him.

Anon can't help but feel responsible for this... but he doesn't just want to take advantage of the situation. Rarity deserves better than that.

"Rarity?" Anon whispers, propping an arm above her head as he leans down, stopping with his face close to hers.

"...Y-Yes, Darling?" Rarity manages to utter out, biting her lip as her gaze flickers between his arm and his face. She's plainly harboring a less than lady-like fascination in the size difference of his larger body looming above her, considering where her eyes keep roaming.

"Let me take you to dinner tonight?" He asks quietly.

Rarity

Rarity's thoughts halt, caught slightly off guard. Again. Of course, she got worked up by the one male in Ponyville who wouldn't just rut her silly from the get-go. "...I don't see why not. We should have time. Today was about getting you measured and your suit fit. Well, I'll be measuring something else, now, but... Won't you pleeease quit stalling? I'm in agony down here, Darling, and it's incredibly rude to keep a lady waiting."

Anon leans down, and Rarity perks up, ready for another kiss; instead, Anon's teeth find her shoulder, as he gently bites her soft fur.

Anon

Judging by the way she shivers and moans, she's into this kind of thing. Size difference, biting...

He splays his hand, fingers spread across her exposed chest, combing through her thicker but well trimmed barrel fur, on its slow journey lower. Every touch, every interaction, drives a reaction out of the panting mare. The way he traces down her underbelly to her exposed stomach, where the fur is fashionably short.

She is a shapely little thing, hips flaring out quite a bit, despite her 'stouter' build. Did she have some earth pony in her lineage? Anon hadn't really been looking before, but she was... he was enjoying rubbing his hand over her quite a bit. Plush was a good word to describe her.

"O-oh, this is--" She stutters out, cheeks blooming a brilliant hue of red.

Anon lowers his mouth close to Rarity's ear, speaking softly.
"Humans do things a little differently than stallions. You seem to be getting into a habit of asking me for help... so I'll take care of you in the way you deserve to be taken care of," he says, before Anon gently bites the tip of her ear.

That has Rarity chomping at the proverbial bit.

Anon's fingers meet her squirming, tightly closed legs, pushing between her meaty thighs as they find her slick, waiting folds.

"Oho--ho! OH! D-Darling, what is THAT?!" Rarity squeals as Anon's middle and ring finger starts to massage her wet entrance, teasing her lower lips.

"Fingers. We're a dexterous species." Anon responds through his ear-nibbling teeth.

Trying to find an outlet for all the mixed energetic, fluttery feelings building in her body, Rarity throws her hooves around Anon's shoulders, holding him tightly.

If she had fingers, she'd probably be clawing at his back. Its not from lack of effort, at least -- she's got a solid grip on him.

His thumb presses against her button, making slow circular motions while his index finger teases her entrance, pressing past the lips.

Motivated by the squirming, lip-biting reaction Rarity has to the stimuli, Anon leans his face against the side of hers, seeking contact. Gently, he kisses the side of her face, buried in her ever-so-soft cheek fluff. She keeps it trim and short, likely from her repeated spa visits.

The mental image of one of those trimmed pomeranian dogs, but in Rarity's colors, nearly makes Anon snort. Thankfully, Rarity seems far too invested in staring down herself, watching his hands to notice.

"T-this is..." Rarity huffs, having difficulty finding the words between the haughty, heavy breaths. Her body twists, back arching off the bed. "O-oh!"

"Let me know if its too much?" Anon whispers. Instead, her face snaps to his, completely serious, cheeks deeply aflush.

"D-don't you DARE stop." She hisses, practically trembling. Her face is flush, breathing awkwardly paced and heavy.

Did heat hit them this bad? Seriously? Anon felt a pang of guilt for the little pastel beauty. Another reason to do this right.

Instead of answering, Anon slowly presses his nose to hers, as the first if his fingers slips inside.

Rarity can't seem to decide if she wants to bite her lip, or gasp loudly. Her lower legs are wrapped around the arm teasing her, squirming as fingers slowly work her. Middle teases the fold, index slowly curls inside, thumb presses and slowly teases her clit.

"B-buck! Anon..." She barely stammers, throwing her head back against the pillow, any concern for her carefully managed mane long forgotten. Her brilliant eyes are wide open and staring at the ceiling as she rides a whole new feeling, one that likely no pony before her has experienced.

Gentle, slow insertions, his finger carefully wriggling through her warm, slick depths.

Tender, slow kisses along the side of her face, down to her neck.

A second finger, slowly slipping inside, carefully pushed until his knuckles meet her folds. Then, curl -- then, slow pull.

The way she arches, the shiver that runs up her spine, tells Anon he's doing something right; as if they way she was huffing and hoofing at him with every gyration wasn't enough of a sign.

The kisses slide lower, each tenderly placed further and further down her body. The closer to her underbelly that he roams, the shorter the fur gets, until he has to shift in the bed to get any lower.

Rarity looks at him in confusion, as he carefully peels her hooves off him with his free hand, pausing his affections, fingers holding still.

"W-what are..." Rarity mumbles, confused at why he's stopping.

"You'll see." Anon mutters back between careful, bodily kisses. He shuffles down the bed, positioning himself so he's below her.

Then, his lips meet her warm, pleasantly sweet folds, tongue flicking over her button.

"Wa-HaHO?!" Rarity yelps in surprise, her legs clamping around his head, lurching upward.

While his fingers continue to slowly work her insides, making repeated come-hither motions, his tongue traces over the outside of her entrance, flicking across her clit. Every time he does, an adorable squeak escapes Rarity; though it's pretty hard to hear past the meaty legs glued to the sides of his head.

That thing about mouthing the alphabet or whatever works pretty good, if her reaction was anything to go by. Rarity is a trembling, stuttering mess competing directly with Fluttershy for who makes the most little, quiet noises. Well, Rarity isn't exactly quiet, but...

"Mm--MmF!" She bites her lip as his fingers twist upward.

"O-hOhO!" Rarity huffs, as they plush even deeper.

"B-Buck, An-non!" She yelps, twisting back, right as he starts to pick up the pace, tongue tracing circles around her most sensitive spot. Meanwhile, his fingers press fully in, and stay in, up to the knuckle, starting to curl and twist his fingers while they're inside, pressing against her inner walls.

Words are now a thing of the past, Rarity reduced to breathy gasps and moans, ramping quickly in number as she squeezes him tighter, legs like a vice.

"I-I'm--mHmmm!" She tenses, throwing her head back and burying it into the plush throw-pillows of her bed, back lifting entirely off the sheets.

She convulses, a strained, teeth-gritting wave of pleasure wracking her body, heightening her sensitivity to the sensations.

In short, Rarity came, and she came hard.

Anon is surprised by how tight of a grip she has on his head, her legs clamped around and holding him firm as she shakes, gasping for breath.

Finally she relents, releasing him and slumping to the bead, chest heaving in heavy, hard breaths. She's a sweaty mess, strands of her usually perfect mane stuck to her fur, her face soaked in a deep flush.

Rarity

Rarity really hoped Twilight wouldn't mind her using her mentors name in vain, but sweet bucking Celestia above, what in tartarus was THAT?!

Her fur is slick with sweat, her mane matted against her head and the pillow. Her entire body was as warm as her face felt, her stomach fluttering as she breathed heavily, trying to calm down.

Fingers.

Any tentative, lingering feelings of worry Rarity had about bedding the sole, bipedal alien-ape creature she'd asked for help were quickly fading, if not already gone. Shattered, honestly.

He, and his... mm. A shiver runs up her when she thinks about what he just did.

Well, that certainly helped stem some of the brunt of her heat... not quite the firm rut her loins had been demanding, but certainly a unique and appreciated approach. Now, she might be able to focus on... measuring...

She watches as Anon climbs back onto the bed, settling his hands on each side of her, supporting himself as he leans above her. She glances down herself, looking at...

... What the buck was that?

Anon

As Rarity pants heavily, her sweet taste still on his tongue, he shifts out the few clothes that still remain on his body. Namely, the dress pants he'd been tenting.

They're promptly thrown to the floor, as Anon re-mounts the bed, his arms pushing into the blankets on each side of Rarity. Positioning himself over her, Rarity's eyes follow each hand as they nestle into the mattress.

His member, twitching in the air, catches her attention last. A look of... curious confusion settles on her pouty-lipped face. She looks like she's about to ask him something as it hovers directly over her hips, his cock drooping low enough to leave a string of pre-cum trailing between his tip, and her stomach.

That seems to sober her out of her fantasies a touch. The warmth permeating her entire body certainly didn't relent, but that thing looked... potent.

Rarity stares at it with wide, curious eyes.
"...Darling, is that your...?"

"Don't know what else I'd keep down there." Anon jokes softly. That gets a small snort from Rarity, before he continues. "Something the matter?"

"Erh--no. No! Not not at all, just... it's fine! Completely fine. C-carry on!" Rarity stutters out, throwing out an awkward smile. On that messy, blushing face, it just looks silly.

Instead, she gets a small kiss on her nose, baffling her as Anon pushes back up, away from looming over the petitely curvy white mare, and sits back on the bed. She watches him with worried confusion, as Anon speaks up.
"You can talk to me, you know. I'd like to think that relationship wise, we're at least past awkwardly fumbling through something like this." He smiles reassuringly. "Little too weird for you? Wanna stop?"

"No! No. No, I uh..." Rarity stutters out, but it slowly drifts to a mumble, shuffling atop the sheets to try and lie on her side -- a task that seems to surprise her in its difficulty, considering her legs are like jelly.

She manages after a long moment, slumping down and sighing. Words seem a little difficult for her to reach right now, which is reasonable. Anon waits, letting that same smile sit on his face.

Rarity

Stop? Buck no. By the bucking Princesses and the roiling heat in her loins, did she want it. And hard.

So why did she pause?

Was it because it was weird looking? Probably. Actually, yes. Sorry Anon, but that thing was nothing at all like a Stallions. Clearly no sheath... but it's smooth, and a thick vein runs along the bottom, ending in a large mushroom-head. And... well, it's certainly scaled for his height. She swallows hard.

It just kept... leaking. She knew that cross species was... probably safe, but she swallowed hard every time it twitched, imagining it doing that...inside. He'd explained himself as some kind of ape spin-off, if Rarity's heat-addled mind could remember any of Twilight's numerous instructional rants properly... so they should be fine?

"You're free to poke around at it, if that would help. I don't mind being subject to a little curiosity." Anon offers, gesturing to his still-hard protrusion, drawing her gaze to it again. "I get it's probably not 'standard'." He adds, giving a quiet little laugh.

That pulls Rarity from her worries, a curiosity slowly trickling into her mind; and a guilty expression settling on her face. Well, she could take a look at it, and maybe stop making the 'Stallion' she invited over feel bad. She swallows a little pang of guilt. It served the same purpose, odd looking as it may be.

Working around her still unreliable legs, she scoots forward, rolling to her stomach as she approaches Anon's bemused, crossed-leg seating.

She glances up at him a few times on the way over, as if for confirmation or reassurance, as she reaches out with a hoof, tapping it softly. It twitches in response.

It was warm. And... she's having the same issue she did when she had him posed up on the pedestal.

The scent.

Already, she could feel her desire broiling up again. Goodness...either she was more voracious than she thought, or Anon was turning out to be a sort of incubus to her more primal senses.

He makes the cutest gasp in surprise as her tongue trails along the side of his member, stopping to pick up the latest dollop of salty pre. Judging by the face he's making, he certainly didn't expect that.

"...Mm." Rarity hums softly, tasting the salty, sticky extract as she scoots closer again, her front hooves resting atop his legs. Wordlessly, she presses her plush lips to the twitching tip, carefully taking the head in her waiting, warm mouth.

"Not quite what I imagined when I..." Anon tries to start, but gets interrupted by Rarity slowly swallowing more of it.

It was large, but she was hungry.

Her tongue slowly sticks out between it and her bottom lip, tracing the bottom of his cock with saliva as she slowly bobs back and forth, working his head and just past it.

She feels his hand slowly brush into the base of her mane, supporting the back of her head and keeping her hair out of her own face. Oh, how sweet.

She returns the favor by swallowing several more inches, getting another delightful grunt from the human. Every noise she made, the harder the desire came back.

Deeper, his tip tickling her throat. Rarity makes a mixture of a groan and a hum, throatily purring as her tongue helps lubricate him, choking down as much if him as she can.

It's not long before Rarity is mashing her snout against his pelvis, squishing it as she swallows as much of his pulsing sick as she can. Anon's head is tilted back, gripping the sheets and her mane as her tongue traces over the edge of his sack.

She gags softly, but keeps it all in, forcing herself through the difficulty of breathing with a lodged throat.

She coughs messily, holding.

Anon groans.

Her eyes start to flutter, reaching her limit.

She taps his leg, finally sliding back -- his saliva-soaked cock slips out if her throat, popping loudly once freed. Several strands and bubbles of saliva pepper both his meat, and her lips.

Heavy, hard breaths as Rarity catches herself. She could still taste him. Her mascara had started running down her cheeks.

Rarity finds a hand cupping her soggy cheek, another hand slowly settling her in her back again.

Words are gone by this point, Rarity's legs hiking up and to the sides as she watches Anon mount her again, his now sopping member dangling in front of her flushed entrance.

His face hangs over hers, as if checking one final time.

She nods. Sweet bucking Celestia, she nods fervently.

His tip presses against her folds, teasing up and down. Lubrication isn't an issue at this point, between Rarity's arousal and how well she just prepared him with her spit.

Lipstick marks stain its length as it prods against her, the teasing sensation already kicking up just how hard she's breathing -- between catching her breath and the sensations coursing through her body, her lungs were working overtime.

He leans down, planting a tender kiss against the sweated fur of her neck.

Slowly, the tip presses harder against her folds, teasing her entrance.

She bites her lip as it starts to slip in.

Anon grunts, his teeth pressing her shoulder with a playful bite.

Rarity's eyes go wide, right as it pushes just inside. Between the biting, and the long-teased start, her legs are already trembling.

A sharp inhale of air, as it slips inside, right to the hilt. It's all she can do to stop her eyes from rolling back, making a guttural, animalistic moan to match Anon's. The noises that slipped from his throat... goodness, maybe he had a little bit of that brute in him after all.

They stay like that a moment, fully connected, hip to hip, both breathing hard, pressed against each other.

Then he starts to move. The way his tip scrapes her inside walls -- she can hardly stop saying the poor princesses name in vain.

It starts off gently enough, trying to handle her lovingly. It's a sweet notion, but they didn't just go through all of that for a tender, loving embrace.

Anon makes a startled noise as Rarity bites him back, hooves wrapped around his neck, her teeth idly nipping at his jaw. That seems to spur him into understanding her needs a little better, as he starts picking up the pace.

Rarity makes a throaty moan, more pony-like noises escaping her. Soft nickers, even a whinny when he gets particularly deep -- the whole time, she's either fighting to keep her eyes from rolling back, or watching his sweaty, toned body work its way into her own, past the fleshy curves of her hips. She's always been a bit bottom heavy for a pony, and in this case, it was working as a plus.

Her natural cushioning, which he seemed quite fond of the way one of his hands kept slipping down to grab her flank, squeezing it, urged him to go harder, louder.

For a moment, Rarity felt a pang of guilt that they might wake poor Opal with just how loud they were both being -- the claps of their sweated hips meeting loudly, both of their groans, moans, and sloppy attempts to kiss despite the pleasure raking through them both.

Rarity learned another thing about either himself, or his kind -- she'd have to ask later, but goodness, did he have stamina. While Stallions typically had good size, they weren't exactly known for lasting a terribly long time.

Yet he persists, pistoning in and out of her at variable speeds -- he even starts swapping positions when her legs begin getting sore, hiking her flank up, or even pulling her up onto his lap, sitting back on the bed with her pressed against his chest.

It certainly wasn't the way she expected the invitation to go, not for either of them -- but Tartarus, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, any and all extremities a pony could shout in vain, this felt amazing.

She's lost count of how many times her body got wracked by spasms, her mind a foggy mess of pleasure. It's when he's got her on her stomach, legs pressed together, railing her from behind and above in a prone position that he makes the most spine-shivering grunt, pressing fully inside her and climaxing.

She couldn't possibly feel any more full.

He slumps down on her back, panting heavily, covering her like a muscular, fleshy blanket.

Well, she was certainly going to be sore. But as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her against him as he slumps down beside her, kissing her forehead just under her horn -- she sighs, nestling against him.

They lay like that for some time, the thoughts of eventually getting a good bath to wash all the sweat and sex-stink away slipping as they rest their eyes, and their bodies, for a few moments.