Page 45 of Many Ruined Vows on a Forbidden Frolic

“For now, wrap me in your warmth. As much as you can take, I will give.”

He waits for me to nod before rearing back, higher, until his hooves connect with a low-hanging branch of the tree that grows off of the stump I’m laid back on. The setup of this cleanly chopped iris is the perfect height. The motion surges his cock toward me, and I realize the deal to let me choose the spot where we joined was all a ruse to chase me through the grove.

I swallow hard. His cock bobs, a thick rope of clear liquid leaking from the tip. I watch as the slit in the middle of his broad head clenches, then releases more of the fluid. It droops and splats against the stoop and my thighs.

“Open your legs for me, Blossom,” Pikr coaxes, and I glance up at his patient smile. “Breathe.”

Okay. I can do this. I am a princess of the realm, and I’ve been practicing with his gift. And if I don’t have him inside me in the next ten seconds, I will scream.

I hadn’t noticed my legs close. I spread them again, taking a deep inhale of the crisp night air. A rush of tingly heat coats my skin, spreading like a layer of lusty moondust.

A feminine moan dances through my senses, adding to the arousal pooling between my legs. I giggle, encouraging the warmth to bubble throughout my bloodstream.

“Ready, Princess?” Pikr asks, his tone lilting. “Or are you going to lay there and laugh at my cock?”

I refocus on the appendage, which is curved up at the midway point of the shaft. It still bobs, but now it appears to be intentional, like it’s searching for entry.

“Oh, my,” I breathe.

Pikr chuckles, rippling the muscles of his undercarriage. Ancients bury me, he’s beautiful from every angle. My gaze snags on the wet slit where his cock protrudes from, which leaks more slick along the impossibly long shaft, and I make a decision.

“I’m ready.”

It won’t all fit, but I will do whatever I must over and over again so I may feel it fill me another day.

Pikr huffs out a whinny. His muscles brace with effort as his cock thrusts forward. It pauses at my entry, flicking up against my clit. The barest touch sends sparks through my core. My limbs convulse, trapping his cock between my thighs, squeezing. A large spurt of precum pours over my curls, dripping toward my navel.

“Sweet Blossom, you feel so good.” Pikr thrusts between my thighs, gliding through the growing mess there. “Let me in.”

“Yes.”

I force my legs apart once more. The branches creak as he adjusts. This time, his flat, broad tip nudges against my opening, the liquid between us squelching as it begs for entry and finds none.

“Touch your breasts, Blossom,” Pikr coaches.

My breasts have drifted to the sides. I palm them and squeeze them together, noticing how plump they are, which I find oddly arousing.

“Beautiful. I want to lick them,” Pikr says, his voice raspy, which is even more arousing. “How do they feel?”

“Good.” I search for another term. “Heavy.”

“I imagine them full of milk, heavy with nourishment for our foal. They’ll be so sensitive, the barest suckle would fill my mouth with milk.”

The imagery is somehow so wholesome and so filthy at the same time. I brush my thumbs over my nipples and squirm. Pikr grunts, using my distraction to thrust. An obscene sound accompanies the breach of his cockhead into my pussy. My body stretches to accept him, and for a fleeting moment it feels as if I’m being split in two.

“Oh! Oh, fuck, oh, Pikr!” I wail.

“Settle,” he commands me.

I try to obey, but the stretch is so much, so sudden, even with all of my preparation playing with moondust oil. so sudden. I whimper pathetically and try to steady my erratic breathing, focusing on his solid presence. He stays utterly still, appearing calm and collected—that is, until I take a closer look at his face.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises through gritted teeth. His brows are drawn tight, his hands bunched into fists and held at his equine shoulders as though braced for an attack. “This is the hardest part. Just breathe.”

Seeing his control fracture awakens something inside me. I moan and tilt my hips, forcing my eyelids not to flutter closed so I can watch his jaw clench.

“So warm,” he croons. “You’re so warm, and so wet for me, Blossom.”

“For you,” I repeat, too overwhelmed to find different words. “Feels so good.”