[DE - 13.5] [NSFW] Coveted Covenant

[DE - 13.5][NSFW]
Coveted Covenant
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WARNING:  The following text contains explicit tales of sexual acts between a pastel pony and a human.
Reader discretion is advised.
Once again, any major plot points will be re-capped in the next SFW chapter, should they be mentioned here.
This chapter is skippable; read at your own risk.

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>You headed up the stairs, Vinyl hot on your heels.
>That was... odd.
>Rainbow had kissed Vinyl.  No real warning or anything.
>You both wanted to know what was going on.  This wasn't like Rainbow.
>Opening the door to your room, you found Rainbow burying her face in a pillow.
"Rainbow?"
>She instantly sat up, cheeks beet red when she saw Vinyl standing beside you.
>"Dash, what happened?  What--"
>"I... I don't know.  I just... I'm not... This being grounded has really been messing with me, okay?"
>"I'm not mad Dash, just... confused."
>"I... I just haven't been feeling myself is all.  I just wasn't thinking..."
>She had a hoof behind her head, and a feeble excuse for a poker face going on.
>Despite the terrible excuse, Vinyl just went with it.
>"Ya know... I think I'm gonna take a walk.  Clear my head a little."
"Alright Vinyl.  See you in a bit, I guess."
>"Yeah.  In a bit."
>After Vinyl made her way back down the stairs and out the door, you returned your attention to Dash.
"Alright now spill."
>"Wh-what do--"
"Don't even try it.  Spill" you said as you sat down next to her on the bed.
>She tried to hold her poker face for a while longer, but it didn't fool you.
>After gazing into your eyes for a moment, she finally sighed and looked down.
"I'm not mad at you Dash.  I'm just... surprised, I guess."
>She looked up at you again, this time with worry.
>"Oh no... You... You think I don't love you anymore!"
"Dash, I didn't say that."
>"But it's what you were thinking!  I know it was!  This is all my fault!"
"Dash, calm down and just--"

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>"But I can't, Nonny!  I... You... You trusted me.  And now I went and... and... I threw it all away for nothing!"
>There were tears in her eyes.  This... wasn’t exactly what you were hoping for.
“Dash, just calm down and breath for a second.  Okay?  I love you, and nothing is going to change that.”
>Hearing what you said, she steadied her breathing slightly, and plowed you into a hug.
>After regaining your upright position, albeit a cyan tumor, you began stroking her mane.
“Now.  Tell me what’s eating at you.”
>”I... I don’t know anymore, Nonny.  I just don’t... I would never leave you, Nonny... But I went and... and...”
“Dash, it’s okay.  It was just, spur of the moment is all.”
>”No it wasn’t!  It was more than that!  I... You trusted me!”
“And I still do, Dashie.  What in the world would make you think otherwise?”
>”I KISSED VINYL!”
>You sighed.  This wasn’t going to be so easy.  She wanted something from you.
>”I crossed a line!  I shouldn’t have done something like that without talking to you first!”
“Alright, let’s do this your way.  Yes, you did cross a line.  We’re all new to this though, as far as I know, right?”
>After she nodded in agreement, you continued.
“That being said, it’ll likely be a bumpy road ahead.  Everyone is bound to make mistakes at some point when they’re doing something new, Dash.  How many times did you crash when you were learning to fly?”
>”I... I never thought about it like that...”
“Tell you what.  Why don’t we learn, together?”
>”What do you--”
>You leaned in and cut her off with a kiss.  Words were failing the both of you right now.

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>She needed action of some kind; something more her speed.
>Before she had a chance to realize what was going on, you separated yourself from her soft lips.
>She looked up into your eyes, trying to decipher what you were thinking.
>Without a word, you started removing the bandages that have been a prison to her wings for so long.
>After they were removed, you tossed them to the floor and kicked your shoes off.
>Bringing yourself to a sitting position on the bed, you draped her across your lap and began stroking her mane.
>Shortly thereafter, you let your other hand begin to stroke her wings.
>”A-anon...”
“Sssshhh.”
>She repositioned herself so that she was now sitting in your lap with her back to you, and extended her wings fully, letting them drape down.
>You knew what to do from there.  Taking your time, you began to run your hands along the base of her wings.
>The fine fur had been pressed down, some of her feathers were stuck to each other.
>Nothing a little attention couldn’t resolve.  As you ran your hands along the non-feathered side of her wings, you made sure to apply a firm pressure.
>Slowly, her wings came to their full extension.  As she held that pose, you ran your fingers through her feathers.  She rewarded you with the slightest of moans.
>As your attention returned to the base of her wings, she began to lean back, into you.
>Leaning down, you rubbed your head against hers.
>Her hoof reached up and pulled you closer, as she tilted back and kissed you softly on the cheek.

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>A slight movement on your part and your lips met hers... tongue exploring with abandon.
>No words were needed here.  You both knew what the other wanted.
>She broke the kiss and was pushing away from you now, making sure to rub her flank against you before she lay upon the bed.
>This dance you’ve started... You’d only done it once before with her.
>A strange exotic dance it was, something beyond merely feeling good.
>A dance of the souls.  Your emotions mixing and running together, all accented by physical pleasure you wanted the other to experience.
>She rolled over, letting her wings come to rest on the sheets.  Her magenta eyes were locked with yours, filled with a burning desire.
>She bit her lower lip before letting her muscles relax and her mouth open ever so slightly.
>You’d almost say she was wearing a grin on her face, but it seemed... more than that.
>Her body was somewhere in limbo, wanting to both relax and tense up, anticipating the contact she was craving.
>You reached down and lay your hand upon her flank.  Her entire body decided that tense should be the reaction for this.
>Moving your hand, you began to rub the soft lips of her arousal.
>This did not go unnoticed on her end, as she took to biting her lower lip again.
>You continued to trace your fingers along the outline of her entrance, moving in slow deliberate motions.
>The moisture that began to seep from within her clung the tips of your fingers.
>Looking back to her to see how she was faring, you found her with her eyes shut tight.

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>Taking your time, you withdrew your hand from her most sensitive region.
>Waiting for her to open your eyes, you positioned two fingers mere inches from penetrating her.
>It didn’t take long for her to become curious as to why the pleasure had stopped.
>When she risked opening her eyes, you pushed your fingers into her velvety depths as slow as possible.
>She appeared annoyed, yet her body betrayed her and clenched down on your fingers like a vice.
>After your fingers were up to the second knuckle, she was no longer sporting an annoyed expression.
>Rather, she was lost in the limbo of sexual excitement.
>Slowly, you continued your finger’s journey into Rainbow, until your hand hilted.
>Finding this a suitable point, you recalled yourself back to the cold air, slowly.
>As you continued your actions, she began to squirm more, her wings beginning to twitch and flutter.
>Though her rhythmic constrictions on your hand were beginning to increase in speed, you’d decided on another plan for her.
>Not that you’d deny her a little quick thrust of your hand; keeping her on edge.
>Removing your hand, you lay down on the bed so that your head was positioned between her thighs.
>Before she could object to you leaving her pleasure fragmented, you pressed your lips against her and let your tongue snake its way into her incredibly warm depths.
>The juices that were now flowing more freely from her had an almost... sweet taste.

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>The musky scent that had been filling the room only added to the taste that was now coating your tongue; the combined effect led to a response from your own sexual organ.
>Not that you hadn’t been affected already, you were simply aware of the strain you were putting on your clothing now.
>Continuing your assault on her, you began to swirl your tongue in the warm, sticky depths of your lover.
>Using her legs, she crossed them behind your head and pressed you into her as hard as she could manage.
>You looked up to try and see what you could, only to find yourself locking eyes with her.
>Her breathing was rapid; she was straining to look down at you, ears pressed against her skull.
>She groaned loudly as your tongue continued its work, earning the response of her throwing her head back.
>Suddenly, she seemed to seize up, crossed her legs behind your head, and pressed herself against you, forcing your head into her body as much as she could physically handle.
>As her vice grip attempted to pull your tongue deeper one last time, her fluid began to flow generously from within.
>After her release, her legs began to slip from their grip on you back down onto the bed.
>Separating your head from her, you sat up and began fumbling with your pants in a frenzied series of fumbles and slip-ups to remove them with one hand.
>Your other hand was far too occupied with getting a coating from the liquid that had been ejected from Rainbow.
>Well, the coating was more of a by-product of teasing her again.

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>The devilish button had frustrated you to the point where you decided to remove it from the equation.
>Fortunately, these were only casual pants that Rarity had given you, not made of a material like denim.  Reaching down, you ripped the button from your pants and continued removing them from your person.
>The zipper seemed to be against you as well, catching and getting stuck on every other removal attempt.
>With a subtle tearing sound, the stitching that was the foundation of the zipper finally gave way and you managed to remove the now ruined pair of pants.
>Your shirt and boxers followed shortly thereafter, yielding a much easier removal process.
>You were now as exposed as she was.  The cool air of the room did little to distract you from pleasing your lover.
>During the exaggerated process of removing your clothing, she had rolled over onto her stomach and flared her wings out.
>She had let her guard down.  Now was the opportune time to strike.
>You carefully approached her from behind, positing yourself less than an inch from her entrance.
>Taking time to line yourself up, you waited until her breathing slowed down ever so slightly before making your slow entrance into her willing depths.
>As you took your time penetrating her, you lay a hand on her flank and the other on her wing closest to it.
>Her wings were twitching again; in quicker, more shallow bursts than before.
>As though they were mimicking her toned muscles that were attempting to pull you in faster.
>She was craving the coming hilting.

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>Her forehooves dug into the sheets in some vain, primal instinct to gain leverage against you.
>You continued your slow motion, watching as she squirmed, occasionally nipping at the sheets.
>Her ears flat against her head once more, she decided that she couldn’t take your teasing any longer and thrust herself back onto you, closing the distance between the two of you quickly.
>The athlete’s muscles were quivering around you, pulling and tugging at your length.
>Her wings had taken the posture of extending, holding the pose as the two of you adjusted to each others embrace.
>God she was incredible.
>She was relentless in her efforts to try and keep you as deep as she could.
>Every time you would pull back, she would contract against you, fighting to keep you within her.
>The sucking motion she was making was heavenly, though you were determined to outlast her.
>Every time you hilted, she would grind against you until you began your reverse movement.
>You stopped playing with her wing and moved both hands to her rear, taking control of the pacing.
>You would hold her in place, letting yourself set the speed at which she turned to putty.
>It didn’t take long before her muscles were dancing around you in an orgasm.
>You continued your assault, as that was not what you were waiting for.
>A brief respite, and she was once again pulling at you with her inner muscles.
>Soon she was matching your motions, thrusting into you as you thrusted into her.
>Each time, she would repeat that magnificent sensation of pulling against you when you were on the rebound of a thrust.

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>The musk that filled the room was strong now, driving you both into a lust-induced frenzy.
>Her taste still lingered in your mouth, her dried juices on your fingertips from earlier.
>Another orgasm from her.  This time, she pressed up against you and covered you in her juices as much as possible.
>Like she was marking you as hers.  This one lasted slightly longer than previously, but it didn’t quite seem like it was time to stop...
>She apparently agreed, as she resumed thrusting against you after she’d recovering from her previous explosion of passion.
>This time, something felt different.  She would tug at you the entire time, never relenting on the effort to keep you trapped within her.
>She was squirming against you, wings flapping occasionally.
>What really caught your attention though, was what she was saying.
>As your rhythm increased in pace, she began to squeak something out.
>Not long after she started occasionally squeaking, she began tossing her head from side to side.
>Her ears were pressed so hard against her head they were nearly invisible, save for not blending in with her mane.
>A few perfectly timed thrusts later, and she managed to scream out your name.
>At that instance, she pressed against you as hard as she could, pushing the sheets of the bed up into a mess.
>She gushed a generous amount of liquid onto you before going completely limp.
>You pulled out of her with a pop and laid back, watching as her form started to resemble that of mush rather than a pony.

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>Her wings draped down completely onto the bed, her legs slowly following suit.
>She was completely splayed out on the bed, still oozing fluids and panting heavily.
>Her ears had gone limp to either side of her head as well.
>Seeming to follow the rest of her body’s lead, you spotted but a hint of drool on the sheets near her head.
>As her breathing slowed to a more relaxed pace after a couple minutes recovery.
>She let out a sigh she’d apparently been holding in, closed her eyes, and rolled over onto her back.
>After her breathing had fully returned to normal, she opened her eyes and looked up at you.
>”I love you Nonny.” she said quietly.
>”I was just so... so...”
“Stressed?”
>”...Yeah.  I wasn’t thinking clearly...” she cast her eyes downward as she spoke.
“Hey, it’s okay Dashie.  No harm, no foul, right?”
>”Yeah, I guess...” she scrunched her eyes as she finished agreeing with you.
>”Hey...” she sat up and pointed to your length.
>”Aren’t you finished yet?” She asked, even though she knew the answer to her question.
“No, but I’ll--”
>”Well why not?”
“This was for you, not me Dashie.  You needed to relax, I figured this would be the way to do it.”
>”So... You gonna go again?” she asked, perking her ears slightly.
“I was trying to tell you earlier, I’ll be fine.  Besides, you look tired.”
>Oh what you did.
>She leaned forward so that she was semi-standing on the bed, her sticky mane falling into her eyes.
>”Is that a challenge?”
“No, I just--”
>Before you could finish your sentence, your attention was drawn to a warm, wet feeling enveloping the tip of your length.

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“D-Dash, wait a m--”
>Hearing your objections, the only vocal response she graced you with was a growl.
>Her dishevelled mane was reaching down, tickling your skin.
>Your hands searched for something to grasp, almost needing to do something.
>Each hand found something though, as your right hand had balled up a portion of the comforter.  Your left hand however, had managed to find Dash’s mane.
>Your heart rate had spiked once again.  You’d been close to finishing before her several times earlier, but you’d managed to keep your cool.
>Now however, she was assaulting your sensitive flesh.  Something you hadn’t prepared for.
>Earlier, she’d been malleable, giving in to your direction and control of the situation.  She’d needed that.
>Now, it was her turn.  You were her plaything.
>She knew you needed this too.  It was payback time.
>As her head bobbed up and down, her tongue would dance around your tip, diving to the base when her head would hit a low.
>Every time her head would peak, she would slam down to your base.
>On the return trips, she would occasionally drag her teeth along, teasing you with sensations you’d been long without.
>Not counting the most recent, of course.
>Now however, she was determined to empty you.  You’d challenged her, and she wasn’t going to back down until she’d won.
>She would alternate between quick, sudden motions; to almost painfully long strokes.
>Through all the teasing, you were beginning to anticipate the incredible suction that would follow her exhaling.

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>She knew this was driving you crazy.  Your squirming under her control was evidence enough of that.
>That’s fine.  You’ll get her back for that too.
>The familiar pressure began to rise, signaling you were close.
>Luckily, Dash seemed too enthralled in her stimulation to notice your tell-tell signs of nearing your peak.
>Your feet and hands clenched as the pressure within you prepared to release itself.
>With all the self-control you could muster, you withheld your much anticipated release until she had enveloped your length entirely.
>Her tongue had just pressed itself against you.  You were certain she felt the liquid begin rushing out of you, because you felt her tongue quiver with you.
>She’d anticipated you’d do something like that, but you’d been pent up for a while now.
>She wasn’t quite aware of just how badly you needed this.
>You thrust upwards into her mouth, forcing her to swallow all you had to offer.
>After the tiniest moment of shock from her, she swallowed everything you gave.
>You could hear her quickly gulping down your sexual discharge, only driving you to a higher state of pleasure.
>The second gulp came, and she looked up at you.  Following shortly thereafter was a third undulation from her throat, as you pumped more of the hot fluid into her.
>She noticed your spurts decreasing in volume, as she didn’t have to swallow to make room for more.
>She slowly pulled her head up, stopping at the tip as you finished.
>When she was satisfied that you’d been completely drained; she crawled up your chest, looked up at you, and gulped down all that you had given.

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>You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.
>She returned the gesture as best she could, holding on to you with a fierce, desperate passion.
>She wouldn’t think about losing you again.
>Maybe now you could both relax.

###Last Edit: 11/26/2012 20:20