Theatre Lewds

The only thing to do is to decide no matter how far this goes, you’re not about to give up. You grab her hips and pull her back, rubbing her slit up against you shaft as you do so. Your head leans in to rub your neck up against her, nuzzling up against her and enjoying the sensation as your touch ripples heat through her body. She huffs slightly, eyes screwing up as she focuses on not making a sound. Shame, you were looking forward to hearing her cute little moans as you rutted her over and over again. Then again, as small as she is, it’s a bit impractical for you to just start fucking her in the theatre. You’ll have to take a different tactic.

You squeeze her hips and lift them up. Her eyes go wide and her magic glows softly as she snags her glasses and pushes them back onto her face so they don’t fall off unto the disgusting theatre floor. As her vision readjusts, she can’t resist a sputtering cough as she realizes her face is currently pushed right up into your cock. That surprise only redoubles as your muzzle kisses up against her lips. Your purse your lips and drag them along the entrance to her slit. She starts to nicker but bites her tongue and grin. This is you, triumphant. No little whorse (no matter how cute) can best yo-oh wow. She jumped right back into it quicker than you would have guessed, and her tongue is COLD. Her horn is barely glowing, and you can see light snowflakes etched as her nightsign around the horn.

Meanwhile, her hooves are still warm and they start to rub up and down your cock. In fact, you can feel them warming up just a touch as your slides lightly into her slight, and you can hear her huff quietly. A shiver runs down her length, and you spare a glance to make sure the scant crowd sitting in the theatre haven’t gotten wise to what you’re doing. It’s a bizarre sensation, the immense cold of her tongue sliding up the top of your dick while the warm hooves make careful, tight circles with her hooftips, warm breath sliding over the recently cooled skin where her tongue just slid over. Between that and her earlier teasing, you don’t have long before you’re going to blow your load.

You make the most of it, pushing your face as deep as you can. Your tongue slurps out and its long, flat, ever-so-slightly rough texture pushes into her pussy to slurp and lap at it, her sweet surprisingly enjoyable taste flowing over your tastebuds. It’s not long before she beings to warm again, warm followed quickly by burning hot, every lap cranking up the temperature again and again until even in the dim light of the theatre you can tell she’s at the burnt orange level and only getting redder. She tries to muffle her moans by shoving herself further onto the cock, sucking it down as much as she can manage and using it like a cork in a wine bottle.

You figure it’s about time to finish this up and so you focus in on her clit at the bottom of her slit, letting your tongue circle around it in quick, tight circles. She’s really starting to sweat, but she takes that raw sensation and uses it, pushing herself onto your shaft further and harder. With you two working at each other as hard as you can, it’s not long before the two of you slump with relief. Without much room to make noise, you have to restrain yourself and it’s more of a relaxed ‘tension hissing out’ orgasm than a normal ‘peak of sensation’ climax. For Chilly, it’s largely the same thing, and the two of you disentangle from each other, sexually at least. You pull her close to you before she can wriggle away from you and reorient yourselves so that you can watch the movie. Of course, you can’t help yourself: you lean in to nibble at her ears. “How did that taste?” You ask, and chuckle as the color drains out of her face.