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As far as my limited knowledge of sexual etiquette stretched (mostly gleaned from various pornographic materials and nonsensical boastings) this was generally not the way you handled these sorts of things, but if her intent was to flood me with an impossible degree of pleasure, it worked. I barely noticed her considerable weight slamming onto my pelvis, since in that same powerful drop she enfolded the entirety of my length inside of her. In a single second I went from being bare and exposed to feeling my entire shaft gripped and encased. It was warm, it was wet, and I felt like there was an impossible pressure over every inch of it.
My legs tensed, my wings pulsed as they immediately flared out as much as they could, and my back arched and the raw sensation rolled through me. I have no illusions that I would absolutely have blown my load if the cock ring wasn’t firmly keeping that in check. As it was, I could still feel my balls clench, and I grit my teeth, trying to focus in spite of the fresh roll over my head of pleasure. My cock felt all the more sensitive, but that was only the first gambit. Celestia sighed with relish, her hooves on either side of my head, letting a trill of her magic go down my chest. “Maybe the resizing was a good idea,” she said, before slowly lifting up her hips. “Perfunctory, but I always enjoy creating my own toys.”
Funny how quick things become normal: the second she lifted up, the lower half of my shaft was begging to be put back in. Celestia was taking her sweet time, and I began to squirm lightly. “Patience,” she chided. “I may act domineering but without great care I’m afraid I would probably hurt you very badly.”
She was large and strong, and I had no doubts that she was telling me the truth. “I’m trying,” I said. I tried to make it sound earnest, but it came out as a squeak, and my hips were reflexively bucking even as I willed them to stay put.
“You’re doing an excellent job,” she assured me, this time using her hoof to glide down my chest affectionately, half-lidded eyes and a delicate smile. Her wings flared out as she used them to steady herself. They were large, and graceful, each feather flowing into the next in a beautiful mosaic. “Performing better than I would have expected… You’ll make an excellent partner.” And then, she rocked back down forward. This time, it was more slowly, an almost gentle edge to it. My lower half was screaming in both pleasure and pain, similar to all the levers on a device being pulled all at once by the pure amount of things that she was demanding that I feel all at once, so her taking it gently was not something I was about to protest.
And this time, I could think about the sensation with more care. I could feel her lower lips sliding down my length. She was tight, tight enough that there was an ocean of difference between being in her and being out of her, tight enough that she even had to use an extra touch of force to take my medial ring in as she went. I was gasping for breath by the time she reached the base of my shaft, and both of us had started sweating at this point. Celestia’s composure was better than mine, but I could tell she was close, herself. A product of my oral ministrations and this current exercise.
Again I was struck with how sensitive she was… It made me curious. “H-how long?” I asked. “I mean, um, how long has it been since you last…” I trailed off.
“A hundred years,” she said with an almost awkward smile. A smile calculated to be a little bit awkward. Something along those lines. “Give or take.”
I nodded. That tracked… She had probably been looking for a consort because it been such a long time. Celestia looked down at me with that same smile and continued to crank up her pace. Her face was flush, and a small strand of mane had slipped away from the rest of the ethereal mass and was hanging down in front of her face as though it were slightly unkempt. Her expression was kindly but hungry. I’d almost call it desperate, focused in on me like I was the most perfect thing in the world, and I’m sure my expression echoed something of the same.
And she kept going. It was as though she was trying to find the perfect pace, moving from fast to slow, then a bit faster, a bit slower… Careful bounce after careful bounce until she settled on a nice, even pace, just enough so that at the peak of every bounce I wanted more but wasn’t desperate for it. And with some semblance of sanity restored to me, I realized I shouldn’t simply lie there, waiting for her to ravish me. I let my hooves come to gently rest on her hooves, which drew a quick glance but no admonishment from the princess atop me. From there, I waited until her descent and began to slightly thrust upwards until her descent forced me back onto the bed, hopefully enough to give her that extra ‘oomph’ on every thrust.
There was an art to it, something I hadn’t yet mastered. With the right angle I could get much more of a reaction, but between the constant motion, my own hazy distraction, and my lack of experience in pleasing her I was struggling simply to rotate my hips a bit to make sure she got the extra bit of friction that I could give her.
If she was upset with my subpar performance, she didn’t show it. She rolled her own hips in response to mine, staring at me and gasping at the thrust of each bounce. The flush, slightly pink, slightly red, was all the more obvious now and her own breathing was laboured enough to match my own. The tension was building and I knew it couldn’t be much longer.
Taking a bit of initiative, I let my hoof slid up to her back, straining and leaning forward in the process. Once my hoof was at the small of her back, I gently pulled her forward. She seemed surprised and was stiff for a second, but, with a bit of a dubious stare, slowly leaned forward. And down until she was laying on top of me. I hadn’t remembered how tall she was… She was on top of me and my head was buried in her chest floof. There was an awkward pause where we both stopped for a moment, and I mumbled into her chest floof.
She giggled. It was a delightful, high sound, and I couldn’t restrain a nervous laugh myself. It helped to have a sense of humor, I guessed… This could all be very awkward, after all, and there was nothing to be done but to be ready to laugh about it. She snorted a couple more times and then rocked a couple of times before rolling over entirely until I was laying on top of her altogether. “Thanks,” I said, gently patting her chest a couple of times. “Didn’t think that one through.”
“Indeed,” she said, that smile still on her face. “Now please, continue.” I nodded and slipped back a little bit until I had better leverage, wings flapping a couple of times as I worked out the stiffness and used it to control myself a little bit more. From there, I let the tips of my hooves touch the slightly-bunched-up blankets and the mattress beneath. I shifted back, then forth, back and forth, back and forth. The flight motion was surprisingly difficult, and without prior experience I was a little bit sloppy. The rhythm was choppy but with the added benefit of Celestia and the mattress as leverage I managed to work it out (and in and out and in and out). This once, I let speed and enthusiasm overwhelm attention to detail and technique, unable to think clearly enough to put an emphasis on anything else.
It worked. My hips slammed against her rear again and again, and Celestia let herself fall back. This time, i was treated to her wings flaring out, her back arching in a pleasure, and a litany of moans that I can only fairly describe as heavenly. Patches of pink started at her cheeks but stretched down to her chest and across the lines of her wings to the very tips of her feathers. Louder… Louder… And then finally, with a single crescendo her legs locked behind me and she pulled in, forcing my hips flush with her as her tunnel convulsed and pulsed around my shaft. I could feel her fluids slip out and splash against my front as the magic around my cock dissipated. With nothing stopping me, I came. A single orgasm with Celestia would have been the most intense I had ever felt, but instead I was left with three or four that had build up, all coming out at once. I must have been locked there for minutes as my shaft twitched and sprayed. And sprayed. Again and again, my balls clenching almost painfully, my hips unable to stop their small thrusting motions as I lay there, trapped in a high of pleasure unlike anything I had ever known.
Finally, after untold eternities, her legs relaxed and I slumped backwards, gasping for air as I slid out of Celestia, my shaft quickly going limp and sliding back into my sheathe. I felt an emptiness mixed with a warmth, a bizarre mixture of sensations that I could only barely perceive through a thick layer of ecstasy. Eventually, I felt Celestia’s magic grab me and carefully pull me up and closer to her. Two strong forelegs pulled me into her, and I found myself flush with her, naturally folding my neck into hers.
“That was…” I started to say, but found myself unable to articulate what it was. “Thank you, Celestia.”
“I know a thing or two,” she said, sounding sleepy and content, practically purring in her tone. “But you performed admirably. You’ll be a fantastic consort, just you wait.”
And with that, the two of us slowly drifted into the most profoundly relaxing afternoon nap imaginably. Presumably, there was still a world ticking its way around us, but for all I cared, it could have simply ceased to exist as I drifted off in the hooves of the goddess.