Ralsei x Anon Pillowtalk

He lays his head on your chest, panting. A slightly sticky, wet warmth accompanies the sensation of his soft fur on your belly. You slide your softening cock from his warm insides and join the goat in attempting to catch your breath. After taking a moment to recuperate from the intense love-making you just had with your husband, you reach down to stroke his headfur. He nuzzles into your touch and places a paw on the back of your hand.

"That was wonderful Anon, I wish we could just stay like this forever."

You smile at Ralsei and reach with your free hand to pull the bedspread over both of your bodies, leaving his head peeking out. You lean down to give him a peck on the lips. "Me too, hon", you reply.

The two of you enjoy the newfound warmth from the covers in silence for a moment. Ralsei contentedly closes his eyes. You stare at the ceiling, soaking in the afterglow of your act of passion while stroking the fluffy prince's head. After a minute he starts to stir, and you hear his voice.

"Hey anon?"

"Yeah Ralsei?

"When did you first realize you were in love with me?"

You ponder the question briefly, and you answer honestly.

"You probably won't believe me, but it was when I first met you."

He lets out a giggle, "You're right, I don't believe you. Come on anon, right when you met me?"

You explain further. "When I first laid eyes on you I thought you were the most beautiful person I had ever seen, and I still do. And you were just so genuinely nice and sweet to me, I knew I could spend the rest of my life with you. I felt like you did, too."

He smiles and opens his eyes again, those lovely emeralds gazing into yours.

"That's because I did, dummy. I just wanted to hear you say it." With that he pulls you into a kiss. It's always been a bit awkward to kiss a caprine muzzle with human lips, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't enjoy trying. His muzzle parts slightly to meet your lips, the soft warmth pressing against your face. You part your own to welcome him, his tongue dancing over yours. You catch a slight taste of sugary sweetness in addition to his usual taste, probably as a result of the cake he baked earlier in the day for a dinner with the Dreemurrs tomorrow evening.

Ralsei breaks the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting your lips momentarily before snapping.

"That's not to say it isn't super cheesy though", he jokes.

You playfully give him a half shove in response, and he pushes both paws into your chest, not really sending you anywhere, but showing his acceptance of the play-fighting. The two of you push and tumble your naked bodies together, tangling the two of you in blankets, until you both end up without much room left to fight with, on your sides face to face.

You stare into each other's eyes again, and you're again transfixed by the sight. "Your eyes are beautiful, Ralsei". You swear you can almost see his reciprocal love for you looking into them. You can see the faint tinge of a blush underneath his snow white fur at your compliment.

"Thanks, yours are nice, too. I feel so safe when I see them", he replies.

You free an arm from your cocoon of blankets and caress the side of his face. You lean in to kiss him again. As you continue your makeout, your hand drifts upward, toying with one of long, fluffy ears. He laughs into the kiss, "Stop it anon, that tickles!"
With a mischievous grin you bring your other arm to play with the other ear,  bouncing them up and down, placing them between your fingers and running along them, coaxing an exaggerated pout from the goat. You laugh at his expression and let his ears go after a moment longer. You bring your arms around the bundled up prince and bring him in close for a deep hug. He rests his head on your shoulder; his fur feels like a soft pillow on top of your head, but just light enough for comfort.

You can feel the vibration of his speech like this as he says, "Promise me you'll stay with me forever."

You release an arm to bring your left hand in front of his face, showing him the golden band around your finger. "I already did," you reply.

The two of you hold the embrace for what feels like hours, but must only be a few minutes. You release him and untangle yourself from the mess of sheets your play-fighting had put you in. Ralsei gives a disappointed groan and starts to roll over. You pull the blankets out, unwrapping your fuzzy lover, exposing his nude form to the moon-lit room. You scoop him up into your arms and lay him gently back on the bed, replacing the sheets over the two of you. Of course, the little cuddlebug crawls back to his favorite position - laying atop of you with his head on your chest.

The two of you exhausted, you speak to him again. "Ralsei, do you think you could sing to me?"
"Sure," he smiles. He starts to hum a soft lullaby, and it proves too much for you to handle. You're out cold in moments; soon after, Ralsei joins you in slumber, your heartbeat and soft breathing doing the same for him as his song for you.