Title:           The room you’re in isn’t a terribly nice one, you note with a grimace. But P
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First Edit:      Monday 4th of April 2016 03:52:51 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 4th of April 2016 03:52:51 AM CDT

The room you’re in isn’t a terribly nice one, you note with a grimace. But Pitch has been so good lately that he deserves a little treat, and if you’re being honest with yourselves you want one, too, all the flirting and teasing getting you a more than a little hot and bothered. Plus, he’s so cute as he does his little dance in front of you, smiling up at you, ears flickering. “W-we’re really gonna do it?” He asks with a lopsided smile, trying not to look too eager. “It feels like I’ve been waiting months for this.”
 
You smile at him, eyes radiating your own desire, and you slip off the bed to make your way over to him. His tall and lanky form makes it difficult, but with a perfectly timed bounce you rub your cheek up against his, and trace it all the way down his neck ‘til you reach his cutie mark, tail following suit. “It’s time,” you say. “Now get out of that jacket and onto that bad. I want to see you on your back.” You were hoping for a bit of a show he complied, but you suppose it’s understandable that he’s just a bit too excite, flailing about in a flurry of awkward limbs before his clothes land on the floor and he rushes over to the back, rolling onto his back.
 
It’s impossible not to chuckle as you look at him, lying there eagerly, legs stretched out and a flush easily noticeable on his pale face, already hanging out of his sheathe and half-erect with anticipation, trying to breath calmly but catching every now and then as you take your turn, magic flickering at the edge of your blouse.as you let it slowly slip up your body, hooves pulling out of the sleeve on bye on as it comes off, slowly sliding off of your form until you stand there naked, folding the shirt in your magic and laying it down nearby. Next is your bun, you carefully grip the hair ties and pull them off while you gives you mane a wild shake. Not too wild, though, your magic subtly guiding it into place and tucking it behind your ears to give you the perfect look of refined wildness.
 
Pitch definitely seems to appreciate the effort, looking at you like you’re some kind of goddess. And for right now, you are. You resist the urge to leap right on top of him and claim as your prize, substituting it for a more elegant hop onto the bed itself and a slide so that you’re sitting up on top of his pelvis. Not quite close enough for penetration, but close enough so that when you start wagging your tail, every inch of the velvety hair is sliding against his cock, caressing and teasing it a hundred times over with each pass across the rapidly hardening shaft. His breath catches and his excitement starts to work against him. Without even needing to tell him, he knows that you’re calling the shots here, that he’ll be getting off when you say he will and not a moment sooner.
 
You inch backwards just a little bit and let your curvaceous ass feel the outline of his dick a little bit. Much like the rest of his figure, it’s tall and skinny, longer than the average stallions but not as thick, but that’s just fine by you. You inch backwards just a little bit more, and it bends at a slight, but not uncomfortable, angle, and then you start to rock back and forth, giggling as Pitch’s eyes bug out at the sensation. Finally, you decided it’s time for your own fun as you lean over, flatter against his stomach and chest, and start to grind your pussy and pucker against the erect cock. From the looks of it, he’s really enjoying it, his head flaring from even the lightest touch of touches, and he can’t stop from letting loose low moans, eye clenched as he maintains his determination not to get there.
 
It’s a losing battle, you know, and though you’re most certainly in charge, you’re not a cruel mistress. “Go ahead,” you whisper to him. “Let it go.” He looks at you, uncomprehending for a second, but then he needs, and he relaxes entirely. Entirely, except for his cock, with pulsing up and twitches several times before gooey white liquid pumps out of the top and rolls down his cock, up until you feel the slight warmth up against your flank. After a moment’s delay, and before he can start to delay, you start up again, pushing up against him harder and smoother with the addition of your own slit being slick enough to glide.
 
If he was surprised before, he’s flabbergasted now, mouth hanging wide open just before the pain starts to hit him. Not a normal pain, but closer to a shock of pleasure so great his brain just doesn’t know what to do with it, sensitive as his dick is after an orgasm. You give him a devious grin as your hooves push against his chest, pushing up further until you can push the dock of your tail up against his cock and the very head presses against your wet, swollen snatch. He’s heaving slightly, trying not to show just how much you’re getting to him. “T-too much,” he says, an underlying whimper to his tone. You can see his calves tense and tense again as he physically restrains himself to keep from thrusting, whole body tensed and sweating.
 
“Tsk tsk,” you say in your best teaching tone. “You didn’t think you’d get to get off without giving me the same privilege, did you?” You stand up slightly and rock backwards just a light bit more, his cock at a curve while the first bit starts to slowly push inside of you. The only indication you give of this is a long, contented sigh. Pitch, on the other hand, lets out a slow ‘mrrrrr’ most reminiscent of a cat getting scratched in its favorite spot, front hooves padding at the bed and calves flexing. This time, though, he can’t stop himself entirely and his hips start to slowly lift off of the bed in a thrust before you grab them with your magic and slam them back onto the bed, fixing a light glare on his face.
 
He whimpers pathetically, and you can feel him pushing, but not too hard, against your magic. With a roll of your eyes and a half-grin on your face, you figure he’s played nice enough to get his reward. Slicked with both of your cums, its relatively easy as you finally shift yourself back into a cowmare position and slide yourself down onto his cock, steadying yourself careful as your warm and wet pussy takes inch after him slowly but surely, hissing like you’re deflating as you go. Meanwhile, you let him go and he takes advantage of these new privileges with gusto. You remain resolute to slowly take him, but he has no such reservation, hips rocketing up and striking against your rear with enough force that your carefully balanced legs pop out and you fall down onto him with a slight cry, his whole length slipping inside of you, medial ring brushing against your lower lips before you can suddenly feel every inch of his long cock inside of you, suddenly feeling impossibly warm.inside of you, and your self-control dissolves into a deep moan as his cock wriggles inside of you.
 
“Mmmmmm,” you purr. “You’re so big.” He grins faintly at the compliment, but it’s a little bit lost under the sheer level of positive and negative sensations he’s already got going on. And since you’ve gotten him this far already, there’s no reason to stop. You slip your legs carefully underneath you once more and start to bounce, hopping up and down. Careful is one thing, delicate is another, and you’re definitely aiming for the former but not the latter. He just feels so good inside of you it’s hard to let any amount of him out for too long as you push up and fall back down, hips and flank slamming against his hips and doing again faster and faster until his head leans back, huffing and puffing. You yourself are crooning as you go, a constant, low-level groan with occasional spikes.  You lean forward and back, making certain to feel out every vein and crevice, wanting as much experience out of this as you can manage. And its not long before you’re close, the constant, pulsing rhythm bringing you closer and closer, and pretty soon it’s not constant. You want more, need more, and so you force yourself to go faster and faster. Your legs are burning at this point but you don’t care, the building sensation as you grind yourself against the front, the back, the side, whatever you can, hooves reaching out to brace yourself against him.
 
And finally, you’re there. You pause, head held back with a triumphant gasp and the climax rolls over. In spite of his own pain he manages to get there again, too, pulsing briefly before shooting another load deep inside of you, letting his spunk spray out and paint your innards white. Your back hooves tap and you can’t help but let off a high-pitched giggle. It just feels so GOOD. And for a long while your brain just buzzes from the sheer enjoyment. Eventually, you feel it slowly start to fizzle out, the ecstatic static leaving you to think back at your usual level. With a bit of regret, you slowly pull off of him and drag yourself up to lay next to him.
 
“Did I… did you…” He starts, but you cut him off with a low, soft “shhhh”.
 
“You did just great, hun,” you say as you curl into him. “Mmm. Do a good job and we can do that plenty more often.”