Because you want it...
The imp swallowed her pride, hugging her thin jacket close to her aching chest. She wasn't sure if she should be doing this...maybe the howl of the wind against her face was meant to shake her to reality. Or, maybe the soft clang of the stop signs as the wind shrieked around their metal posts, spattering its force on the sign, wiggling it in the crisp air. Aside from the unforgiving breeze wreaking havoc in her dark fur, the imp also felt an uneasy pain in her stomach, dripping from her heart. A sense of dread, perhaps? She knew she looked odd, standing alone on a doorstep, hugging her shoulders with an almost ferocious grip. She could feel her claws digging into her, the pins dragging across her new jacket. Heart hammering in her chest, she reached her paw forward, setting it against he door.
It was icy cold, stinging her sensitive pads to the touch.
The lights weren't on inside, she could see that. The darkness hung in the air, dead besides the whispers of the wind, calling in her ears as if to taunt her. Tempting her to go ahead and knock, begging her to leave and go back home.
Hadn't she felt this way before? She wondered privately, eyes wide, scrutinizing the door as if to see through to the other side. The windows were shut, shudders and curtains drawn closely, as if to shut the world out. She knew, too, that there were at least three bolts on the other side of the door, barring it closed, preventing unwanted visitors. She had never questioned why they were there, perhaps paranoia?
And how could she fault anyone for that? She herself was on edge more or less all of the time, and this decision was not making that an easier. She felt as if eyes were watching her, peering seductively from the trees behind her or eyeing her deviously from the shrubs resting on either side of the door's archway. Even the lone wind chime, now just a little steel bar since all of its pieces had either blown off or been stolen, seemed to dangle above, teasing her silently.
Her paw flexed on the door, resting as if frozen on the cold surface, the ache by now had dulled to mild discomfort, though her body let lose a broad shiver, making her canines chatter together mutely as she remained fixated on her perch on the front step. With heavy breathing, she watched the unwavering door in front of her, solid as a slate block.
One knock, she panted internally, lungs feeling strained and shallow despite her deep huffs in the cold air.
Despite the thoughts, her arm remained stiff, digits only able to weakly drag against he surface, not even enough to peal the paint slathered along the wooden frame. The bushes shuddered with a laughing rumble on her indecision, but she squirmed despite it and ignored it. There was something else in her that rumbled even louder.
Her entire body felt like it was going to buckle, the hot grumbling between her legs eating at her entire resolve and self respect. Even her breasts ached with need, with desire to be fondled, held, stroked by large hands, a thick tongue...just the thought sent a trill of melting need up her body, legs growing weak beneath her, wavering weakly on the step, flexing her claws absentmindedly, withdrawing it and feeling her cheeks burn. She was embarrassed she was even here but...her body would not budge one way or another. The fact she even came back seemed to ring loud enough in her ears, that she was desperate enough to even consider it. Despite being ashamed, her body growled at her, her body shivering from more than just the cold. She wondered if she stood long enough, silently, that the need would die away. However, it seemed just being there, paw still hanging in the air, sent little sparks up her body, quickening the soft thrumming that shuddered in her chest. With a sharp inhale, she rapped her fist on the crisp wood, waiting only a fraction of a second before turning.
Her pulse roared in her ears as she scurried back down from the steps, her toes frozen and nose snuffling from the sharp air. Bundled and embracing herself, she was nearly halfway down the walkway before she heard the door open.
Her heart jumped for joy and halted with dread at the same time.
"Hey...you just gonna play ding dong in the ditch like a schoolgirl?" The strong voice made her insides melt, her body mechanically turning around to the voice. At the door stood a stark black equine-just as dark as her fur only with a shine hers did not possess-and a blazing orange mane braided neatly from scalp to between his shoulders. The imp clamped her legs together uncomfortably, watching him. "Well?"
"I...was...no one answered so I thought no one..." The large horse rolled his eyes at her, his feet clacking against the stone path s he stopped a few feet from her, grinning.
"You gave me like three seconds, Hun. I can't be waiting standing at the door all day, even for someone sexy like you." He reached a hand forward, tilting her chin up lightly with a lone digit and smiling warmly at her. "So what brings you here? Same thing as last time?"
She blushed, staring up into the muscular male's broad face, unsure of how to answer. She felt sheepish to admit it, and the horse chuckled at her expression. "Either way, come in, you'll freeze your tail off out here." She followed silently, nearly doubling back before the ebony equine shut the door, gently taking hold of her arm. "Don't be shy, my little demon. Sit down, sit down."
She shook her head, leaning forward, voice soft. "I need..." He watched her, crossing his arms and tilting his head. She knew he saw it in her eyes, the god awful tease, she grimaced. "No, never mind..." She bit off the words as he leaned forward, gently slipping them down her sides, fondling her rear gently.
"Need what?" His touch made her weak, her paws resting softly on his chest, pads pressing deeply into the soft fabric. Her breath caught as he lowered his head to her neck, his flat teeth nipping at the exposed fur. She tilted her head away from his muzzle, allowing him to have his way as she leaned into him. He knew what she wanted...
One of his hands pulled her paws downward, guiding it between his legs, pressing her soft paw into his groin. The imp felt a whimper die in her throat, her paws stroking over the orbs she felt there. They were so large...just one orb filling her entire palm. She knew that, though... leaning forward, both paws stroking the round sacks as best she could from over the fabric of the jeans. "Good girl..." He breathed, grinding his hips into her paws. The horse chuckled as he felt her warm cheeks brush his, his tongue lacing around her neck, up her jaw line and to her soft ear. The slight tremor that trickled over him only told him he was doing it right, leaning forward and nibbling softly on one of her feline ears.
With a moan, he resisted biting down. He was prepared for this reaction, her paws tightening on him, body stiffening in his hold, squeezing his large package with only the near innocent shyness that she had possessed. Her paws worked to please him, slipping nearly hesitantly into his waistline, reaching down for her true prize. Oh, how he knew she wanted it, grinding lewdly against her paws, his plump horse sheath greeting her leathery pads. He felt a soft neigh leave his parted teeth as she squeezed it, stroking it.
"You want it bad, don't you?" He whispered to her, circling a hand around her, gripping her waist in his strong hold, the other paw slipping under her shirt. He heard her whimper as the hand snaked under her jacket and shirt, reaching up under her bra and fondling one of her plump breasts. He rolled it in his digits, tracing a circle around the sweet nipple covered by all her gorgeous fur. "Oh don't be that way, sexy." He breathed on her neck, groaning softly as her paws embraced his dangling jewels again, fondling them and making his body arch. He knew no better feeling than the pleasing caress, his own thirst for sex quickly sending his body over to her. True to his ancestry, his large sheath pumped out a few inches of his thick rod between her wrists, slipping down one of his pant legs. "Oh, oh..."
The imp blushed, whimpering as the horse began to grind against her, his semi erect length rubbing into her needy sex, pressing its hardening girth to her pants, teasing her already damp nethers with his haughty grinding. "Do you want me?" He asked her, humping at her and stroking her now erect nipple from beneath her shirt, her chest arching to his large pads.
"I want you." She breathed, a soft whimper coming to her pouting muzzle as her crotch burned with heat around the heavy sacks and stiff erection. She arched to his hands, shivering heavily as his hips met hers, the clothes pressed firmly between them but doing little to stop the ache of pleasure that passed through the imp's body. Her heart stuttered in her chest, squeezing tightly down, almost as needy as her thighs. Her entire body craved the length inside her, "please..."
"If you want me, show me." She obeyed his orders without question, her paws fumbling around the leather belt, trying to find the buckle. His chuckle made her cheeks burn, body aching, almost shivering and impeding her progress. "I know how much you need it." He whispered to her, his hand on her chest pulling away, unzipping her jacket and coaxing it off her shoulders as the needy demon struggled with unlatching the belt.
At last she freed the belt, quickly forcing the jeans down; she could hear his groan of pleasure as his length was freed.
She had already known how large he was...his length dangling at least half a foot beneath him already, the tip a bright shade of orange like his hair. Fixated on her prize, she bent down, sliding her paws down it, leaning forward on her toes as she stroked from tip to sheath, pausing to trace down the heavy orbs as well, swollen with seed. With a gentle pad, she traced the throbbing veins, nearly petting the hot member, a trail of pearly liquid oozing onto her arm, trailing down her soft fur. She paid it no mind; both hands required around the pillar of hardening flesh, quickly filing out more as the hoofed pads below her shifted.
He moaned with relief as his member was freed, dangling proudly, and little more than half mast in her exploring paws. As she worked he shivered, whinnying softly and slipping her coat from her, quickly lifting her shirt as well, exposing her breasts to him, allowing him access to some of her most private of curves, hands instantly taking advantage. He ignored her breasts; though he bucked forward once at the sight, his burning endowment begging for attention other than the hands making love to it. Instead, with every stroke his hands crept down until they rested at her pants, pushing down into them hastily. The paws on him halted, the need to take her now was fierce. He knew how she felt, and he wanted it. He wanted to push his two and a half hands worth of equine into her and mount her. He pushed a digit into her, feeling her moist walls, already seizing him gladly, suckling on his lone finger. He arched it up in her, feeling no resistance, only desire. As she moaned, he walked her to a chair, forcing her down into it, kneeling down and wriggling the finger. She was no stranger to desire, her hips meeting his teasing with vigor.
He glanced up, seeing the grimace on her face, the rigid form clenching at the couch seat, claws dragging into the upholstery. "Poor little imp, you're just on needles and pins, hmm? How about I make it better?" He leaned forward, nuzzling into her neck, lapping across her chest. He felt it heave as he swirled his large tongue against her sweet nub, pressing its soft pink button up from her ebony fur. Nuzzling it, he took it sweetly into his maw, gently grazing his teeth on it, tongue cradling it fondly. She moaned softly, her body arching as the tongue lapped circles around the perky nub, only letting up after he heard the groan of the poor fabric on the couch under the iron grip of the imp's tortured body.
Leaning up, he rested his hands on hers, gently kissing her muzzle. "Calm down and let your big horse make it better..." He tilted his equine muzzle to her feline one, softly pressing his lips against hers, tongue gently running along her maw, asking for access.
The imp allowed him, eyes squinted shut as she parted her lips, moaning as his rough tongue pushed into her, stroking along her cheek and pinning the two of them together. Of course, she was no pushover either, quickly caught by the heat, leaning forward and lacing her pink appendage around his, sharing the smooth feel, trying to drink down the pleasure. She could feel his warm body, the hot member poking against her thigh....
The horse ground his hips to hers, feeling her body grind frantically back as their maws parted, his delving back again, suckling softly on her lower lip, moaning airily, hands tracing up her bare arms, folding around her head. "What's got you so hot, Hun?" He kissed her neck, nipping at it with his flat teeth, suckling the soft fur, hearing her speechless gasp and soft murr. "You're so much hotter than last time...is that why you're here?"
He gave her no time to answer, wrapping his lips around hers. He felt her heart leap in her chest as he held the back of her head, swiveling his muzzle, stroking along her tongue and soothing her lust with butterfly kiss before letting the imp surrender to him.
And surrender she did.
She submitted to him, whimpering to him, arching to him, shivering against him. Her soft cheeks were flushed scarlet beneath her thick fur, mouth shaping around his as her form molded against his, heart melting within her, her chest rubbing against his. She felt his coarse fur tickle her, but only focused on his lips, his mouth, moaning into it as her muzzle watered, the arms around her neck holding her close. She could feel his presence, the warm shaft still resting on her thigh still pulsing lightly, his toned chest sliding along her aching breasts, his warm arms and muzzle holding her wantingly. She was a slave to her passion, to his, obsessed with his actions, ears plastered against her skull with her hot arousal. She mewled a protest when the hands pulled her muzzle away, silenced by his seductive words.
"Baby...I know why you came...you came for this big piece of horse, didn't you?" He straightened up, grinning. By her wide eyes, mouth still parted, he knew it very well. "You want to feel it again, my little sexy demon..." As she lay distracted, he traced his hands down, his large, fully erect length bobbing in front of his prey. He saw her shallow breaths of desire, resting his palms on her crotch, stroking the soft part of her netherlips.
With a teasing coo, he unzipped her pants, slipping a digit in, tracing the soft lips, rolling around till he met her hood, protecting her sensitive spot. As she froze, he stroked up it, firmly pressing under the protective sheath, rubbing the clit. She squirmed, throwing her head back and rolling her hips to him. He watched her, scooping his finger up, rubbing the little dark red head. She whined again, making his ears swivel toward her. He could hear her tiny gasps and panting, the sweet sound of her breath catch as the moist juices already lingering within her coated his dark digits.
Her body arched, breasts heaving as the lone digit traced circled around the small clit, flicking it and slipping along it. "Oh, you like that?" He murmured, replacing it with his thumb, feeling her buck, tracing the warm entrance in her. He could see the dampness on her jeans, his loins burning with desire as he moved quicker, teasing her slit mercilessly.
She cried for him, claws ripping into the armrests, body arching.
He slowed his advances, curling a digit into her, stroking into her body, inside her, along her dripping walls. "Look at me." He ordered, pressing into her, withdrawing once again. "Look at me or I am going to leave you like this." He dragged his digit along her again, feeling the fluid trail from his pads, seeing the sleek shine of his hand as he withdrew.
With effort, she angled her head down at him, panting. The horse grinned at her, both hands gripping the hems, yanking at them. Her eyes widened as he watched her the whole time, struggling against him, crying out as he slipped them off. Her knees clamped together, paws lashing downward to keep them on. But it was too late; he'd already tossed them aside. "What's wrong?" He chuckled at her whining, not batting a lash as he sank down, nuzzling her belly, tracing a finger to hook around her underwear, dragging it down as best he could. He saw the panic in her eyes, trying to keep him from sliding down farther, though he was stronger, her grip held little resistance other than the discomforting pressure on his shoulders. He welcomed it, knowing exactly what he wanted; she would want it, too. He just had to prove it to her, sliding down, forcing her shy legs apart and presenting her oozing slit to him, the fur matted in disarray with her juices, beading on the hairs. "Scared of your big pony?"
"Stop..." She reached forward, gripping his large muzzle, pushing him away, forcing him away from her slit. "Please...don't...stop..."
"Don't stop?" He shrugged off her hands, shaking them off and hearing her yelp, trying to crush him with her furry legs. With that, he pressed his tongue into her nethers. From the last time, he knew receiving oral was a taboo for her. She didn't want it-she never did. But that was his challenge...half the fun...getting her to scream to him, beg for it, to let him cross her boundaries...that was his goal. She cried out, and he knew it felt good, swirling it against her clit, shoving her legs wider apart until he had full access of her, spread and presented to him, an uneaten flower for the taking.
He took his chance with no problem, swirling the thick appendage within her, feeling her walls pull him in, demanding a deeper push. Her body arch, legs trying to clamp down on his head though he was having none of that, keeping a firm grip on her as his pink tongue traced her warm folds, his touch, his licks drawing her up to him like a marionette, whimpering softly to him, paws meeting his head, running her claws through his slowly unwinding orange braids.
He had never been more turned on than now, his cock twitching in the air, desiring entrance at hearing her hesitant and bitten off pants, their sparseness growing into whines, body unconsciously rolling her swollen flower to him, legs squeezing together against his restraining hooves as he frenched her lovely netherlips.
To his delight she squealed, each lap at her clit sending her into a near frenzy, black fur twitching from the treatment, her whole form bucking upward, legs shaking as the male had his way with her. He pulled her closer, beginning to thrust into her with his thick tongue, burying his snout into her warm folds, beginning to drip with her arousal.
"You like that?" He murmured into her slit, licking firmly, tasting her preceding fluids, an alien taste to him. He lapped harder at it, trying to place the bland taste...with a musk that he couldn't decide if it was bitter or sweet. Finally, hooking around her legs, spreading her damp nethers with his hands, he pulled his muzzle free, a trail of her brand of pre beading down his jowl.
With a grin, he watched the little erect nub in front of him, the folds pealed back to expose the little red clit to him, nestled in the soft pink folds of her sex. His loins burned at the sight.
His eyes drank in the sight before him, trailing up to the heaving chest, fur in disarray, the imp's head thrown back, cheeks flushed and open maw panting breathlessly, body stiff and shivering. This should do it, he promised himself, his member dripping his pearly pre onto the carpet as he took the soft, sensitive nub in his jaw, rolling it between his teeth gently before sucking at it, swallowing, teasing the tip with his tongue.
She gave out a soft but unheeded cry, thighs clamping forcefully to his strong arms, trying to close her body off as she bucked into his maw, rear rising off the couch, hanging in the air, a grimace meeting her muzzle, tears bushing the corners of her eyes as she reached her climax, her walls pulsing methodically at the empty space where a thick length would be, squeezing out her fluids, drenching the equine's snout with the clear release, his tongue snaking out to taste it.
The imp felt the dripping, body shivering almost violently in her release, tongue lolling out as she heaved, spent.
"I hope you're not too tired..." The horse released her, letting her flop down to the couch, mewling and squirming slightly, relief at being able to press her legs tightly together, feeling the warm liquid seep into her fur and along her legs. "I'm not done here..."
His entire length was stiff, twitching in its fully erect glory, the pre trialing down it from the flared head, little spurts still running down the tip, trickling down to his heavy orbs, the coarse fur there matted and moist. "You need this don't you?" He murred, running his hoofed fingers up through her soft hair, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. Her soft, innocent eyes met him. His body lurched, burning with need. That soft expression, even in this situation...after he had dragged her out, after her lust...it drove him mad. "You came for a reason...mmm?"
He lowered his head, nipping at her neck again, feeling arch to him, a little tired whine coming from her. "I..."
"You poor thing...you want this big horse don't you?" With every breath, he smelled her scent, nose flaring at her smell, her arousal, his own strong and pungent. "Even though you've already gotten off, hmm?" Her paws dug further into the torn armrests. "Nothing feels as good as a horse...does it?" Her hips rose to the base of his large shaft. "Now...I'm going to hump you until you scream..." Her wide eyes met his, he wasted no time.
He pulled one of her clinging arms from the chair, the tearing rip music to his ears as he flipped her over in one fluid movement, pressing her chest into the headrest, spreading her legs and thrusting up into her.
She screamed, paws clinging to the chair as her knees rested on the mutilated armrests, spread wide for him, allowing him the access he needed, his hands gripping her hips as he began to mate with her.
The equine snorted, unable to be gentle by now, slamming hard and deep into her already tight walls, still pulsing in aftermath of her first climax. They milked him; her sex squeezing around him, drawing him deeper, the slurping lewd sounds of him entering her rang in the otherwise still air, his entire body bucking from the very start, true to his breed's nature.
He could hear her cries as he slammed upward into her, his entire length hilting her, up to his dangling orbs, hot and already dripping. Each buck was harder than the last, nearly tearing the walls apart in his eagerness, squeezing down hotly on him. He wouldn't last long like this...
His rear tightened as he hunkered down over her, the hands on her hips raising up, groping at her bouncing breasts, squeezing them, teasing their erect and flushed nipples. With every push they pressed deeper into his palms, his own moan curling above the imp. They both whined and moaned, the methodic humping filling her completely, heavy and hard.
He needed more....he needed to get deeper...shoving himself mercilessly into her, his flared tip mashing into her womb, flaring, pre leaking out of it, practically being squeezed out by her needy body. He could feel her folds...every vein throbbing into her, every slight pulse that sent him into ecstasy, his entire length burning, needy, desiring. His sack clenched as it squelched against her, his muzzle biting at her neck. He gripped her breasts firmly, rising to his toes, beginning to outright fuck the demoness below.
Each motion forward was hard, heavy, and quick. He could barely keep his pace, erratically humping at her, plastering her black form against his into a solid black form, his orange tail whipping around like fire as his member forced itself in, harder and harder, hips slamming upward relentlessly.
She was so tight....
He was so close....
And then she came again, impossibly tight, impossibly warm and slamming down around him. Too much, it was too much, gripping down so tight it was almost painful, halting him almost firmly, circling around him forcefully; the most delightful thing he ever felt. His entire body was alight with pleasure, body bucking forward as best it could with involuntary pleasure. With several more slightly hilting blows, he let loose a cry, towering over her hot moans, feeling her tail curl around him as he released his seed into her, the hot cum filling her, flooding her womb, claiming her, quickly pouring down the shaft, large globs of the creamy fluids rolling down their thighs, drowning the horse's squeezing ebony orbs in a flood of hot white. He grunted, bucking at her, throwing off waves of sticky cream from between them, splattering onto the couch and along their black fur.
Both forms panted heavily, shivering achingly in their pleasure, whimpering and whining as they remained close, tight, fully joined and dripping with cum and pleasure. Not a word passed between the two as they lay that way, the horse still pawing from one soft breast to another, his member still squirting slightly in its aftermath, lodged tightly within her shivering body, hanging over the couch and panting hoarsely to regain her lost breath and ability to speak. The horse's body was heavy, fixated tightly into and along the imp. His eyes closed as he whinnied softly, resting his forehead on the female's shoulder, allowing himself to regain his ability to move as well.
Once their breathing had slowed somewhat, the horse felt the walls begin to loosen, his member quickly softening, slurping and lewdly slipping downward and free, the feel of his softening member sliding down the slick passage almost bringing him to arousal again.
With a plop, the rest of the stray seed poured to the floor as the equine's now flexible member retreated into its black sheath, the orange head slipping away into the back crevice, the heavy orbs swaying softly as the horse stood. "My my..." He spoke breathlessly, still a bit shaky. "That was nice, wasn't it?" Hs ears flickered softly as he heard a whine, the imp's body slipping down like a husk on the couch. Gently, somewhat unsteady, he rolled her over, watching her for a moment. His somewhat worried expression broke into a crooked grin.
She had passed out. The pleasure was too much for her, the actions took too much toll.
Unable to wipe the broad grin from his face, he meandered to his closet, hands still moist with their juices, and grabbed a blanket. Padding back over to her, he helped straighten up the sleeping demoness on the couch, pushing it back so her body was more horizontal and not upright. He appraised her sticky, limp form for a moment before settling the cover on her, watching her stir fondly. He leaned down, kissing her forehead, and flopped down on a chair, leaning back and murring softly, watching her chest rise and fall beneath the sheet.
He let his eyes slide shut; she wasn't the only one who was exhausted. With that, he drifted off into his own half sleep, his large form sprawling out on the seat. His head rolling gently to the side, he slipped into his dreams. But nothing he ever could think up in his sleep would ever be as good as what he had just gotten. He was glad this imp had come again...she was a wise one, knowing never to look a gift horse in the mouth.