[Shining - Anon] Cock box

>Crystal Princess coronation party
>Whole palace is done up gaudy as hell with gems and crystals everywhere
>It's a crazy, surreal experience, everywhere you look swimming holograms and reflections cloud your vision with glamorous twinkling
>Even the plain wrapping paper on your package glimmers as though it were gold leaf and metallic ruby
>You have no idea what your crystal cock even looks like, that's a surprise for yourself as well
>Not like it matters too dearly, you're about to be banned from the Empire for life
>Still, a bet is a bet
>Dash actually slept with ten stallions in a single night, now you had to bring Cadence your dick in a box
>You need to use different expressions from now on
>Even the light piano seems ethereal as you wander through the ballroom
>The guards knew you, your VIP status brought you in unchecked
>You feign a heavy weight as the box never leaves your hips
>You spot the Princess, her hair a beautiful mess
>Her dress is amazing, worth more than most ponies make in their lifetimes
>Her courtiers are equally lavish, each feigning love and laughter and trying to outdo the rest
>Their gifts, each paltry and negligible, lie as though discarded on a table in the hall
>Only you had the brash audacity to actually bring one to the Princess' face
>She smiles, warm and surprised
>She's already grown tired of pleasantry and royalty
>Already feeling the weight of an immortal reign on her shoulders your distraction is a welcome breath of fresh air
>"Oh, thank you Anon"
>She beckons you closer
>All eyes are on you
>Whispers race between onlookers
>What was in the box?
>What could possibly be lavish and decadent enough to be presented to her in such a manner, yet fit in a box no bigger than your head?
>They lean in
>Cadence's lips gently clamp down on the ribbon
>She pulls, ever so tantalizingly slow
>Trumpets blare
>Celestia and Luna arrive
>Cadence must apologize and excuse herself
>Disconcerning, even more so when another steps forward in her place
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>Her husband
>He looks beautiful, blue sapphire mane spilling over glimmering ruby coat and pristine, diamond like body
>No homo
>He laughs to himself, having seen Cadence leave you hanging
>Knowing that feel all too well, these past few months it seems as though his wife had time for everyone in the world but him
>He brushes against you, accidentally and subtly stoking you with rim of the box
>"She'll never get back to you, not for a few hours at least."
>The courtiers flocked around the Princesses, all eyes on the royalty
>You and the lonely 'Prince' stood away from the limelight, ignored as though a thousand miles away
>"So, mind if I take a peek?"
>You stutter a garbled reply
>He hears none of it
>"Come now, Anon. She's my wife. It's my present too!"
>He's acting childish, and deliberately so
>Once Captain, now Prince, responsibility and composure were a leaden mantle on his shoulders for too long
>With you, a friend, he cuts loose
>He snorts, knocking the lid astray before you can deny him once more
>One long look in the box seems to drag on for eternity
>Slowly, so agonizingly slowly, his gave pivots up to meet yours
>Those icy blue eyes, so difficult to read in the crystal haze
>He doesn't seem about to explode
>Unwilling to make a scene, perhaps
>It catches you completely off guard when his red tongue traces his lips
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>That hot red tongue rims his lips
>A heavy, deliberate breath floods the box with warm, wet air
>He doesn't say anything
>That's perhaps the most exciting part
>His mouth dips back into the box, another hot breath on your gift
>Soft nose nuzzles your head, the contact electric
>The cardboard warps under your grip, you subconsciously squeeze hard enough to bend iron
>One single, long, heavy lick strokes you from head to base
>His flat tongue enveloping you in velvet moistness, leaving you alone in wet coolness
>His head withdraws, his gaze meets you once more
>With all the enchanting magic of the evening and the palace you aren't sure you heard him correctly
>After all, it seemed too bizarre to be true
>"Sorry if I'm a little rusty. Been a few years."
>A harsh whisper
>Yet almost musical
>Lost in the fog of glimmering lights and love
>Your hearts desire and his matched together in the subtle magic of the palace
>You only wanted a voyeuristic blowjob
>He only wanted one last mouthful of cum to set aside his wild adolescence in place of the bachelor party he never had
>A second long wet lick sends shivers up your spine
>Your head rolls back
>Those chandeliers are so beautiful
>Why is everything so perfect here
>The evening continues to intoxicate you
>He licks a third time, heavy wet pressure on the head
>On the fourth return he slips his tongue under your head
>Scooping your cock into his warm mouth
>It's a nearly molten hotness
>His beautiful sapphire eyes glimmering, catching your own
>He looks so happy
>Hot slick wetness caresses the underside of your cock
>The ribbed texture of his mouth rubs against the roof of your head
>His plump, wet lips clamp tightly on your shaft
>Such perfect suction
>Not too much, not like an amateur girl who has no idea what a cock feels like
>He knows
>And he's great at it
>His tongue works it's warm, wet circles beneath your head
>The gentle bobbing subtle, unnoticed by any passers by
>This evening was just perfect
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>Nothing wild, nothing too fancy
>The Captain sets his course ans sticks to it very well
>The same constant, steady suckling lulls you into a deep trance
>You knees feel weak, your hamstrings gently quiver
>Leaning forward you steady a hand on his shoulder
>Despite the glimmering magic in the air his coat is still soft, his body still hard
>You feel the iron like cords of muscle shifting beneath his skin, his bobbing head unchallenged by your tight grip
>You realize that you couldn't pull him off even if you tried
>The thought sends further quivers down your spine
>You do you best to lock your jelly like legs
>The warmth is building in your body
>The heat
>The pressure
>The urge
>The cum
>Tightness grips your body, your toes curl and your buttocks grow tight
>Shining increases his cadence, the rising tempo on the tried and true method threatening to spill your seed prematurely
>Grit teeth, you hold back as long as you can
>You make a fatal mistake
>You peek down
>Sapphire eyes meet yours
>And marring his pristine white cheeks is a deep blush
>Oh heavens
>The point of no return is crossed
>You cut loose, enjoying it without restraint for an eternal second
>He can feel your plump cock shuddering, his throat hums in anticipation
>You tug on his collar, smashing his nose in your pelvis
>Hot cum gushes onto his tongue
>A thick, hot squirt
>Followed by an even thicker, longer shot
>He greedily swallows, kissing and licking and nuzzling
>Several more small shudders ooze the rest of your load into his mouth
>He's still kissing you, cleaning you dry and sucking each drop of your cum from you
>Soon you're half soft and perfectly clean
>He stands tall, leaning up to whisper in your ear
>Strong stallion he is, his wet lips brush your ear
>"Thanks bro"
>He walks off to Cadence, holding her audience with the others
>Gives his wife a quick peck on the lips
>Celestia and Luna tilt their heads in an 'aww' manner
>Your face flushes
>"N-no homo" you whisper