A moonclad oak

He was unsure how long he’d been staring at the majestically night themed doors in front of him, everything had been feeling fuzzy in his head and his body was tingling with some sort of magical energy ever since he donned the outfit that his role required, a combination of ragged clothes and primitive armor with metal and bones, and a glimmering amulet to give him a mostly barbaric look, before he was escorted to the hall outside Luna’s chambers.

There was also a sense of vertigo, like the ground was further away than normal, and most things seemed slightly smaller than it used to. As if he was slightly stretched out, or that somepony shrunk everything around him. But all of that felt irrelevant to the intense pressure radiating from his groin, his body demanded release, it was all he had been able to think about the last two days.

Seizing his mental faculties before he somehow forgot why he was even here in the first place, Oaken pulled both doors open before he entered. The first thing he noticed was the lightning in the room, darkness clung to the walls and edges, while the center was illuminated by a pillar of lunar light that came from the ceiling, or the magically starry sky that acted as it.

In the center of the room on top of a two step tall platform, encapsulated by the pillar of light was a giant bed, a circular behemoth of luxurious softness with a multitude of silken pillows spread about on top of it. While hard to make details out of in the darkness, along the walls there was a vast collection of paraphernalia and unique items, a pony sized claw or tooth being the most prominent.

After he closed the doors behind him he took a deep breath to calm himself, upon which his nose and lungs was filled with the a scent of morning dew and something he couldn’t identify, but whatever it was it was like an ambrosia to his senses. His pulse quickened, and his body started tingling. Without prompting his body started to automatically take short powerful breaths, just to get more of that divine scent.

As he turned around he noticed a final thing he missed, or rather pony, princess Luna was standing at the balcony overlooking Canterlot, gaze focused intently on him until he stared back, after which she turned her back to him. Positioned behind her in the night sky was the moon, framing the princess in its ethereal glow. It was the first time in his life that he laid eyes upon one of the princesses directly, and was astounded by how little paintings and photographs made justice to them, or Luna at least. The glimpse he caught of her face imprinted her appearance in his mind. She had a feminine and soft face, with full and sensual lips, a cute button nose, long and striking eyelashes, and her eyes were an enchanting sky teal color that slightly glowed in the dark of the room. She had a lithe and tall build, with a lean musculature visible on her frame, except for her rear and thighs, which had a healthy layer of fat that added to her almost otherworldly beauty.

He didn't know how, but he knew that she was the source of the scent that filled the room, and his mind turned blank as his body moved closer to her, instincts and magic guiding his actions.

Finally he had noticed her, but she appreciated the time it gave her to study and take in his appearance. Umbral Shade had truly done well in selecting a mate for her, Oaken Field was a large and handsome specimen of a stallion, and that was before the pendant had its way with him. Now he was a giant of a stud, towering above her even after she had finally regained her height from when Nightmare Moon returned and was defeated. His coat was a dark brown, darkened even further by the magic of the amulet, and his fur couldn’t even hope to contain or conceal his heavy musculature. Just from the front she could see his body straining to contain his muscular chest as he took deep whiffs of the room, clouds of heated air marked each breath he took. She could see a set of wicked looking fangs everytime his lips pulled slightly back, clearly a result from the amulet that sent a small tingle of excitement and instinctual fear through her body. That combined with his slightly unkempt look and outfit made him an almost spitting image of her sexual fantasy.

Reluctantly and against her nethers desires, she turned her back to him and looked into her moon, basking in its light for just a second. Time for her to act her role, despite how much her loins screamed at her to just pounce on him and claim as much pleasures from him as possible.

“Thou might have vanquished my armies brute, and thine armies pillage my land, but if thou think that I will submit then prepare to be disappointed. My people still live, and as long as they shall, thou will find me unbreakable to any barbaric action of thine part. Do your worst for I will neither break nor bend.”

She could word by word recite his response, she had written it after all, but she yearned to hear what her chosen paramour might sound like.

But instead of a deep baritone voice that would rumble her core, or a smooth dulcet tone that could caress her ears that she expected to hear, or a gravely and rough one that she hoped for. All she heard was the steady sound of his hoofsteps and heavy snort like breathing.

She started to turn around to chastise him for not following the script, professional stud her majestic behind. But before she could do more than turn her head just slightly, he made a grunt of exertion and suddenly his front legs landed on to her shoulders, just beyond the joints of her wings, and locked her in place, his prodigious build enhanced by the amulet making the weight placed on her problematic if it wasn’t for her alicorn strength.

And before she could throw him off her or ask him what he was doing, a rock hard and almost searingly warm length slapped into her underside with a mighty thwack, and in panic she looked beneath her. What met her eyes was the intimidating sight of the largest cock she had ever seen, for it wasn’t a penis, a dick, or whatever term her ponies had invented in her absence, its length and girth commanded such an aura of stallioness, it was a fully capitalized C-O-C-K. It reached just beyond the halfway point of her barrel, and it was wider than her own hoof by a large margin. A foreboding black pillar of virility. The rational part of her panicked at the sight, but it was drowned out by her estrus-addled mind filling her head with the possibilities and pleasures that she was about to be subjected to.

It was a struggle, but she managed to wrest her eyes away from his tool, and raise her head to try to look into his eyes. And what she saw explained his actions, his eyes were glazed over, he was in a pure feral state influenced by the potions she had him consume and the magic of the amulet.

Whatever possible plan of action she could formulate was interrupted by his length being pulled back as the pressure on her back shifted slightly. As he pulled back, his cock pushed up against her clit, shocking her mind with pleasures as her body froze at the contact. It was only when his length had been pulled back completely that she could wrest control back, but by that point the low burning flame in her nethers had fully ignited and whatever complaints or magics she had planned to summon were stopped by the demands of her body. And besides, would it be so bad? To be subject to the whims of a feral stallion? Would it be so different compared to her fantasy? With a lick of her lips, Luna decided to enjoy what was to come instead of fighting against it.

Besides, any possibility to stop what was to happen disappeared with the sensation of his broad flat tip pushing against her nether lips, its sheer girth preventing penetration despite her arousal and alicorn biology. But the stallion either didn’t care or notice and he pressed on, she let out an unabashed moan when a growing pressure from his turgid cock started ramping up against the lips of her pussy, stretching them wider and wider, but her lower lips still failed to envelop his prodigious size. But the male mounted atop her refused to stop, the grip his two front legs had on her tightened to the point of discomfort before he started pulling her body against his own. The pleasure his searing heat and pressure provided against her entrance started to shift into a discomfort, as she was stretched to her limit but yet her body still refused him entrance.

In desperate need for release, Luna did the first thing that came to mind, she used her magic to take grip of the top part of his length, and compressed the flesh, her magic almost failed to make a significant difference, the stallions steel hard flesh fighting against any attempts to control it. But it was enough for the head of his cock to penetrate into her, as her slit finally accepted his girth, she lost all control of her magic as just the pleasure from the first penetration was enough to send her into her first orgasm.

But the stallion cared not for her pleasure or comfort and continued, and as her body had finally accepted his intrusion there was little it could do to stop him from sheathing as much of his length as he could in one stroke. And with a braying whinny into Canterlot skyline through the open balcony door, Oaken Field pulled Luna all the way down to his medial ring, its extra girth barricading him from fully hilting her. For an average stallion, such penetration would be sufficient to bottom out an average mare, for Luna it would have been shy of two thirds, but for Oaken Field in his current state it was more than enough to punch against her cervix and squash against her womb with more yet to give.

Her spasming walls seized, her body locked in place, and her mind blanked out as she let out a breathless scream from the combined pleasure and pain of his forceful penetration spiking through her body.

She couldn’t tell how long it took for her mind to recover from the shock, all she knew was that it came back to her as another orgasm rocked her core, as the wild stallion above was pounding into her with a furious pace, whatever complaints she had formulated in her head disappearing from the onslaught of pleasure his brutish actions caused her. Subject to whatever whims caught his feral mind, she started focusing on the titanic cock pistoning in and out of her. Any discomfort and pain she felt from his girth stretching her to her limit and even slightly beyond was drowned out by sparks of pure bliss flooding every crevice of her body and mind, the searing warmth of his tool paradoxically cooled her core, every heartbeat made it pulsate just enough in girth to provide pleasure even when still, by tartarus the mapping of the veins along the surface of his length was probably imprinted on her soul.

“Mo-ah, more! Your Princess oh-order you to pound her hA-harder!” She was unsure if he truly registered her words, but at least her words had some effect as Oaken started ramping up his speed and power to an almost overwhelming assault. Her mind was now under siege by his unceasing bombardment of pleasure.

Oaken didn’t keep to a rhythm, or if he did Luna couldn’t follow it, pure bestial instinct driving his actions. Her legs felt like jelly, every impact from him drove the breath out of her, and she could swear that she saw her moon in the night sky wobble just the slightest bit, but all of that didn’t matter compared to the pleasure he subjected her to. She tried reciprocating, for let it not be said that Princess Luna was a selfish lover, but her multiple orgasms left her little power over her pelvic muscles, and every attempt ended up with a short moment of controlled milking before another climax struck and her muscles started fluttering around his length.

Just as her latest orgasm finished washing through her, Oaken started slowing down. Fast and short strokes were replaced with long and heavy slams, each one making her see stars for just a moment and driving involuntary moans and gasps from her. And then suddenly they stopped, Oaken stopped with just the head of his length inside her, she started tilting her head to see why he stopped. But just as his giant frame appeared in her periphery, he bit down on her mane near the top of her head and pulled her up, at the same time as he slammed down into her once more as deep as he could reach. Her rear and neck was forced upwards while her body was forced down into an arch, managing to add even further pressure into her.

Oaken remained within her, trying to push deeper into her despite her body’s resistance. And then finally the head of his cock flared, stretching her out even further, at the same time as his girth expanded just a bit more as his orgasm finally arrived. The first wave of semen surged into her like a tidal wave, filling every nook and cranny that was left, the warmth of his cum serving as a cool balm to her intense heat. The second wave arrived just moments after and packed into her to the point of discomfort even if it brought her into the next climax, his flared head not allowing anything to escape back and out of her. The third wave, diminished compared to his first two, was sizable enough that the pressure had only one way to go, her cervix dilated just slightly, and like a breached dam her womb was flooded by his thick virile cum. The intense pleasure that flooded her brain made her lose control of her body, a sludge of hormones and pleasure clouding her mind while her most inner sanctum was forced to endure the rest of his orgasm. She was insensate to the feeling of her body stretching out to accommodate his heavy payload, ballooning out her abdomen slightly.

It took four additional waves of cum before his outpour ceased and his flared head started shrinking, at which point the majority of his essence outside of her womb slipped past his girth and started oozing out of her nethers.

Yet his dick remained hard, and before she could muster anything other than a wantonly moan, he started to once again jackhammer into her. Her numerous previous orgasms left her too sensitive to do anything but endure, to try to resist being overwhelmed.

“No-nnngh-noooo! Plesh Oa-mmh-oaken, haaa-alt. Thou art ahhh, breaking me!” Her words were slurred and she could barely get them out between each thrust, but she had to try to make him stop, before something in her head broke. But the only audible response the feral beast on top of her made was a few guttural snorts, she couldn’t interpret if he was even able to acknowledge what she was saying.

In desperation she tried grabbing his body with her magic, in hope to pull him off her, or at the least slow him down, to give his mind just a bit of reprieve from his ministrations. But the amulet gave him just enough resistance that her magical grip failed to get traction before another climax struck her and her mind blanked for just a moment, and her magic slipped away from her.

The stallion, sensing resistance from the mare beneath him, went even further on the offensive, tightening his grip more and increasing his pace by as much as he could. The high paced symphony of their mating hastening into a blend of liquids, flesh on flesh, heavy breathing, and Luna’s wails of pleasures.

She was sure the fervent assault lasted only at most two minutes, but it was enough to make her body go slack from the overstimulation, the only thing keeping her standing was her legs locking up by instinct, and his steady hold on her. But Oaken’s recent climax had left him vulnerable as well, and already she could feel the telltale sign of his next orgasm.

So with the last bit of her mental reserves, she gathered her magic to teleport to the other side of the room, just before his last thrust. And as she pulled back once last time, the telltale flaring of his head marking his imminent climax, she in turn flared her magic and focused on the mental image of reorienting herself and moving herself through the aether.

But she failed to complete her casting before he, like last time, made a final deep stroke before he orgasmed. Which resulted in her spell only partially working, in a flash of light she disappeared briefly, and as she reappeared her vision was filled by his imposing frame in front and above of her as she ended up on the floor beneath the frontend of his barrel. Without her as a support, his front legs hit the ground with a heavy slam, at the same time as her own legs gave up with him no longer holding her up and she fell forward. As they landed, Oaken came for the second time, ooze-like cum flying out from his massive flaring head, the majority of which landed on Luna, covering her back in white with the first two spurts. The next three gradually started covering her neck and mane, and finally her face was bathed in his essence. The final few waves oozing out languidly and landing on the floor in front of her.

With her eyes closed to avoid being blinded, the only thing she could focus on was the scent of his cum filling her nose. It was thick and pungent, it overpowered everything in her mind, and she LOVED it. Despite the load already deposited inside her, her womb inflamed at the virile and masculine aroma dominating her senses, and with a full body shudder her core spasmed and quivered as she climaxed once more.

Without restraint, she threw herself at his slightly flagging length, lapping up as much of his spunk, and incidentally their combined juices covering him, before more could hit the ground. The smell of his cum didn’t even compare to anything like the taste, the slight bitterness accompanied with the saltiness, and just a hint of her own sweet juices, wouldn’t normally be that tasty, but to her estrus addled mind it was like ambrosia itself, it clung to her mouth and throat like syrup and the aftertaste lingered far longer than it should have, she needed more and would do whatever to bring more of that divine tasting liquid out. A pleased groan came from above her, the deep rumbling noise sending a wave of satisfaction through her.

In between her caresses, she scooped up the globs of semen covering her body with her magic and drank it down like a mare dying of thirst, not guided by a conscious decision, just her lust and cumdrunk mind driving her by instinct. She traversed his length from head to bottom, leaving a trail of shining spit on one side of it. So focused on her task she didn’t even notice that she reached his sheath until her head came into contact with his heavy sack, and as her sight turned to his she was exposed to its full glory for the first time: Two heavy orbs strained against the skin trying to constrain his virility, each one almost the size of her head, pulsating to some unheard rhythm to replenish his spent loads as fast as possible. They shined from his sweat which combined with the warmth radiating from his sack, almost had his junk steaming in the chilly night air.

If the smell from his cum had her body inflamed, the combined might of his pheromones and the thick musky scent coming from the base of his groin had her mind and body entranced. Once more her body moved on its own, and buried her nose into his sack, upon which she greedily started to inhale his scent even deeper at the same time as her tongue started bathing his large testes. Despite being the one administrating the pleasure, she could feel her own climax building just from his musk and taste addling her mind, she couldn’t tell how long she spent down there, she just knows that after numerous groans and moans, from both of them, that her sex seized on itself and spasmed into another climax. At which she finally managed to remove herself from his sack and took a breath of slightly less musky air. She stared mesmerized at his now spit shined nuts, before being distracted by the sound of liquid hitting the floor behind her, with a reluctance she glanced behind her to see thick globules of precum dripping from his tip. She looked back and forth between the next drop that was slowly growing and his nuts, and just before the drop could leave his tip and fall, she dove forth and engulfed the tip. Or at least she tried to, his girth proving to be an obstacle that she struggled to overcome, so with little choice she covered his gushing slit and started enjoying Oaken’s own essence straight out of the tap.

Luna spent a few minutes gulping down Oaken’s gradually increasing output, before she once again compressed the flesh of his cock with her magic, which resulted in a loud whinny and a frustrated stomp that cracked the tile under his hoof, and with a final heave managed to finally stuff his length inside her mouth, albeit only his tip. And with how her lips strained against his girth it left her stomach as the only way for his precum to go, and she relaxed slightly and basked in the pleasure echoing through her body as well as the luxurious taste flowing over her tongue.

Her lack of actions didn’t go unnoticed and Oaken jerked his hips forward in frustration, and despite the tight seal she formed against his girth, he managed to cram enough of himself into her maw that he hit the back of her throat.

Startled by his actions, she put both of her front hooves against his underbarrel and started pushing him away. Just as the pressure against the back of her mouth started lessening, Oaken once more pushed forward, accompanied by two heavy stomps into the already cracked tile and a dangerous sounding growl. The warning clear, Luna lowered her hooves, and enjoyed the pleasant tingles the hint of danger sent through her body, but even after ceasing her attempt at stopping him, Oaken continued pushing forward against her until his tip was flush against the back of her throat once more. Without bidding her hooves rose up to the sides of his length and started stroking him whilst trying her best to simulate him with the little freedom her tongue was allowed within her mouth currently.

She only managed to spend a minute or so worshiping the head of his cock before her efforts were deemed inadequate and Oaken decided to extract out more from her, one of his large and heavy hooves pressed against the back of her head and started pushing her forward.

The sudden ramping of pressure against her throat had her gagging and eyes watering, but with her head stuck in place and Oaken's hips slowly pushing forward there was only one possible outcome, just as the pressure was becoming agonizing her throat somehow accepted his cock into its depths. Ever so slowly his length was gradually venturing further and further into her, the bulging of her throat marking his progress.

Before her impromptu fellatio, she was a short of breath and panting, with only the head of his dick in her mouth, the little musk filled air she managed to breathe in left her heady in mind and overwhelmed with arousal, but with his enormous girth lodged well and deep inside her throat, she could barely breathe at all and whatever air that managed to slip past Oaken’s girth was filled so much with his taste that she might as well have breathed in his pheromones directly instead.

In desperation she started struggling against the stallion's hold, but not even her alicorn strength could compare to the magically and alchemically enhanced beast that Oaken was. She couldn’t even halt his advance down her throat, the tip of his length almost reaching her stomach, more than half his length lodged inside of her. She could feel her lungs protesting at the lack of oxygen, but despite the panic flooding her mind another orgasm rocked through her once more, making her body go slack for just a moment and allowing Oaken to thrust one more time, until his medial ring hit her lips and he could press no further.

Luna’s vision was starting to darken from the lack of air, but yet her body continued to convulse from the pleasure combined with the desperate need to breathe, to survive. And as her eyes started rolling up and her vision blacked out completely, Oaken’s head flared up once more and a flood of thick and heavy cum surged through his length and was deposited directly into her stomach. And despite the fact that it was his third climax in less than an hour, it was still enough to bloat out her midriff noticeably, her hoofs cradling her expanding guts as her mind blanked.

Even with her body going slack, the stallions length inside her kept her vertical, but as he started retracting his length from her throat, her body followed slightly and started sagging towards the ground gradually. Until finally the tip of his cock was freed from her mouth followed by a slight trail of syrupy semen. For a moment the only noise was the stallions heavy panting, before the mare beneath him suddenly gasped a raspy breath and then started coughing and heaving, each one followed by a small expulsion of cum that her stomach was incapable of containing,

It was well over a minute before Luna managed to get her breath and mind back under control, her throat on fire and her core spasming from a continuous climax. But before she could even gather her wits about what to do next, the stallion above her once more seized the initiative from her and forced her up on shaky legs and guided her towards her bed. She stumbled into it, her upper half on the bed whilst her lower half hung over the edge with her hind legs on the floor.

Oaken’s two front hooves fell heavily into the mattress on both side of her, and in a panic she turned her body around so she laid on her back and stared with trepidation up at the the giant stallion above her, his length still refusing to flag as it loomed like an unyielding tower in her field of view. Even knowing what was to come, the speed and accuracy with which he placed his cock at her pussy shocked her, and before she could mount any sort of plan or actions he once more penetrated her.

He wasn’t gentle, he wasn’t considerate of her, and the speed and force he reached made his earlier rutting feel like a romantic embrace. But her lust-addled mind was incapable of resisting, unable to mount a protest to the overwhelming pleasure that was accompanied by the slight discomfort his size and speed caused her, and with the remaining sanity she possessed she embraced the monster of a stallion and surrendered to his overwhelming assault.