Things Are Not What They Seem: CYOA Part 11.5 - Clop scene

It's late, the weight of tomorrow bears down on you, the moment is fading and your uncertainty threatens to catch up to you. Now or never.

 

In one smooth motion, you lock lips with Celestia. Kissing her is a little awkward in that you have no idea what to do with your hands, so you lay them on her shoulders and lean in further. You push your tongue against her lips, seeking something further, and she responds by giving you access. Your tongues play together for those precious few seconds in which you hope she doesn't pull away.

 

However, she does, cutting the kiss short. Scrunching up her mouth, she levels her eyes at you. An overwhelming disappointment looms over you.

 

"You're a terrible kisser."

 

You stiffen up, unsure of whether she's rejecting you or teasing. "I did the best I—"

 

She interrupts you by covering your mouth with her own, diving into another kiss, deeper than the first. This time, her tongue is the aggressor, pushing past your lips and exploring your mouth with a restrained ferocity. You reciprocate the kiss as best you can, though you're still off-balanced and in shock. Before you can fully recover, she withdraws, a sly smile growing on her lips.

 

"I must not have been THAT bad if—"

 

Again, she silences you with a kiss, this one even more blunt than the last, forcing you to take a step back in order to maintain your balance. Just like the last, she pushes on you, darting her tongue in, giving you little time to kiss her back before she breaks it off. Her eyes drip with voracity; the kiss has only ignited her passion.

 

"Can I at least finish a sen—"

 

The final kiss comes with such intensity you fall over, though Celestia catches you with her magic and lets you down slowly, holding your lips to hers as you drop to the ground. Sick of letting her drive every action, you grasp the back of her head and pull her into you, not allowing her to withdraw before you have a chance to kiss back. Once you're satisfied, you release her and she pulls away, licking her lips, mane cascading down over you.

 

You feel compelled to run a hand through it, the wispy fibers crashing over your hand like water, soft as the air. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are when you're not trying to be a princess?"

 

She leans forward, moving her mouth right next to your ear and whispers, "Anon, if you want to call me beautiful, say it with your body. Words are terribly imprecise."

 

You shift your arm to sit up and take off your shirt, but halt in surprise when your hand finds not grass but bedsheets. Looking down, you realize you've been teleported to a massive bedroom, currently lying on a huge, plush, circular bed covered with sheets the color of Celestia's coat and mane. "Woah."

 

"Mmm... there's plenty more surprises where that came from."

 

Celestia's horn ignites with magic, seizing your clothes and removing them off with haste and efficiency. You're derobed faster than you can think and Celestia takes the lead by moving to your neck and raining down kisses. Her aggressiveness alone brings you to full mast and you're eager to reciprocate, searching under her mane for a sensitive spot. You grin when you elicit a shiver of pleasure from Celestia and focus your hands on scratching and massaging the area to which she responded best.

 

As you do that, her kisses slowly dip lower on your body, almost forcing a gasp from your lungs. Before long, she's at your crotch, circling your stiff cock with delicate pecks. Each one brings a rush of cold and bliss, crashing up and down your body like waves. Her mane now beyond your reach, you start sitting up to get a better angle, but Celestia pushes you back down with her wings and stares directly into your eyes, her gaze dripping with seduction.

 

"Just lay back and let me do everything, Anon."

 

Her voice has completely transformed from the proper, methodical tone of a ruler to the loose, wanton melody of a lover. Still locking eyes with you, she kisses your tip, making your member twitch in anticipation. A forehoof cups your balls, rubbing and massaging them as her mouth gives your shaft more attention. Celestia brushes her lips against your erection, tongue darting in and out, teasing the inevitable heaven her mouth will give you.

 

Your manhood is so hard it hurts. "P-please, Celestia..."

 

She hums into your shaft playfully. "I will go exactly as fast—or slow—as I wish. Your only concern should be enjoying yourself."

 

Almost as if to frustrate you further, she slows her motions, playing with your testes as her tongue rolls gently up and down your shaft. You let out a grunt, unconsciously thrusting your hips into the air. Each journey her tongue takes lasts a lifetime, and each time she moves to your tip, you wince in expectation, only to release the tension when she goes back down, denying you the full experience of her mouth.

 

Her wings move to action as well, covering your chest with caresses. The feathers are impeccably precise, kneading your skin, massaging the tension from your body. A bizarre sensation falls over you, created by the conflict between her mouth and her wings; tension and excitement caused by one but drained by the other. Celestia occasionally glances at your face, gauging whether or not to finally give you what you desire. Once your eyes are squinted shut and teeth gnashing in restraint, she finally takes position over your tip.

 

"Anon," she says, grabbing your attention. You open your eyes and meet her gaze just in time to see her take your entire length into her mouth.

 

The pleasure crashes over you instantly, threatening to send you over the edge with that first plunge. You gasp, focusing on maintaining control. Her tongue is magnificently skilled, coiling around your full shaft, touching every inch of your manhood that screamed for it. She doesn't even move her mouth at first, instead only allowing her incredibly long tongue to pleasure you. Another grunt escapes your lips as sweat begins to fall down your face. A wing wanders from your chest a moment to wipe the sweat away, tingling your cheeks as the soft feathers brush by.

 

Just as you feel a micron of control over yourself, Celestia begins bobbing up and down, never moving her eyes from yours. You can almost see a tantalizing grin in them. Her lips move slowly, their seal of pressure sending waves of pleasure reverberating through your body, enchanting your hips to thrust into her mouth on their own. The stirring in your loins builds stronger and stronger, compelling you to give in, but you resist with all your might: your will against Celestia's skill.

 

But you fear she is winning.

 

Her tongue continues to move with purpose and precision, writhing across your shaft, sucking your sanity away with each stroke. Just as you give in, however, she removes her mouth, detaching it from your manhood with a soft pop. She locks eyes with you, licking her lips, drinking in the frustration on your face. You try to sit up and push her head back down, but her wings hold you in place, still massaging, draining the tightness from your shoulders and chest.

 

"Were you close, dear?"

 

"Y-yes, teasing sunnuva—"

 

"Ah! Manners, Anon. You're still talking to a princess."

 

"Pretty perverse for a princess, if you ask me."

 

"Mmmm... perverse, you say?" She looms over you, closing the distance between your faces. "I could be so very perverse should I so desire. I could, say—" she shifts her loins, rubbing against your shaft, drawing a moan from you, "—tease you with my flower, hold you on the edge for hours, never giving you what you need. Would that be perverse enough for you?"

 

You attempt to answer, but manage nothing intelligible. The grinding on your cock ignites a familiar stirring once again.

 

Celestia brings her mouth to your ear, lowering her voice to a whisper. "But I am benevolent, remember?"

 

With that, she lowers her sex onto your member, sending lightning strikes of ecstasy through your body. You open your mouth to grunt, only to find it covered by Celesita's. Her tongue darts in and wraps around yours, holding it prisoner to her whims, the same as her marehood now controls your member.

 

Her passage is extraordinarily tight, seizing your shaft in a powerful grasp on every downstroke. Celestia's arousal drips freely, crawling down your balls before collecting in a damp pool on the bedsheets.

 

It's not enough for her, though. With a burst of magic, she seizes your hands and directs them toward her rear, enticing your fingers to dig into the shapely posterior. You oblige, drawing a moan from her as you begin to massage it. Her wings flare out then slip between you and the bed, pulling you in closer to Celestia. Every inch of your bodies beg for each other, touching in every way they can, desperate for more. The kiss becomes ferocious as Celestia quickens her hips and you synchronize your thrusts. She's moaning uncontrollably into the kiss now, arousal driven to its peak. More and more of her juices leak from her, now soaking the sheets, though neither of you care enough to notice.

 

Your resistance has reached its end. Wings, tongue and marehood have worked you beyond return. With a cry, you throw your head back and release into Celestia, orgasm roaring outward from your loins to tear through the rest of your body. Celestia never slows, milking you for all you're worth, her sex practically drinking in your thunderous release. Just as you come down from it, Celestia dives her head into the nook between your neck and shoulder, moaning in her own climax. Her cum gushes across your crotch, adding to the already-thick scent of musk and flowers pervading the room.

 

She flops down on the bed next to you, drained just as much as you. Shifting to your side, you smile at her through your panting, taking in her rough, unkempt face, distorted by the locks of her mane falling over it. She grins back, content to look a little less like a princess, if only for a few moments. There are no words to be said, as your bodies have already spoken volumes. Celestia wraps her hooves around you, pulling you close, embracing only for the sake of it.

 

And that's how the two of you slept: together, waiting for tomorrow.

 

A tomorrow that must come.