For the Sake of a Lady - Part Six

>Some months later...
>There's a snap to the cool air, as you walk down Trotskaya Street. No, strike that, this is -far- too chilly!
>"Remind me again why we're here."
>Rarity turns to you, a devilish grin playing across her lips
>"Don't you remember, darling? The Duke of Manehatten insisted we visit Stalliongrad at this time of year. It -was- awfully kind of him to pull a few strings with his good friends here."
>You shiver, pulling your greatcoat tighter to yourself. Your beloved had insisted on making you one to better fit in with the emerging fashion trends in this part of Equestria. Sensing this isn't enough you pull her closer
>"Ah! Must you be so rough?"
>"I don't recall you complaining about that last night..."
>She blushes furiously, turning away from you
>"Honestly, you are nothing -short- of incorrigible!"
>You lean down to kiss her mane softly, those same scents of blueberry and vanilla still sending a thrum of excitement through you
>"But isn't that why you love me?"
>She grunts, bumping against you
>"You can be so unfair sometimes."
>You rush to think of some suitably witty quip when Rarity taps your side
>"Oh darling, we -must- sample the delightful coffees they have here!"
>She's off before you can stop her, trotting down towards a small street vendor

>This is what it's all about, you reflect as you follow her. The simple pleasures of spending time with her
>Reaching her, a paper cup is levitated into your eager hands. Ah! Something hot besides her, at last. You're sure she tips the merchant far too many bits but the way she smiles so cutely at his reaction makes you realise that, of course, is just her way
>You place your hand back over her as you continue strolling down the street
>"It's truly a shame we can't stay longer, isn't it?"
>You shudder, the thoughts of wintering out these icy climes...
>"But then we wouldn't be able to enjoy winter at our own home. I've been looking forward to -that-."
>"Mmm."
>She bumps against you once more, still sipping from her cup
>"What's say we call it a day, I know you'd much prefer to be somewhere warm."
>Your mind races with the thoughts of what, exactly, she means with that. No matter what it is, you love the sound of it

>How could it be so cold even in the bedroom! It'd be nice if you could raise the heat just a little but you'd already gotten dirty looks from the cleaning staff enough after the last time you did it
>Ah but then you do have something -far- better than that...
>"Darling, aren't you coming to bed? You must be dreadfully cold."
>You are but you still need to clean yourself full for this. There's not a hope she'd permit anything less
>You walk out of the bathroom to see... ah, she's wearing that lavender chemise again. Yes, after the first time you'd caught her admiring herself in front of her bedroom mirror wearing a crimson and black corset you'd told her that, quite to the contrary, you'd found it very appealing

>She high-tails under the covers seeing you, giggling softly
>"Oh I know you hate this cold but... mmm, I'm sure we can concoct a few ways to keep ourselves warm..."
>And you most definitely do, though you're also sure she doesn't expect what you have in mind
>You waste no time yourself in getting under the covers, immediately shuffling up against her, holding her tight to yourself, running your hands gently over her stomach and chest
>"Ahhh, you do so know -exactly- how I like to be touched."
>You continue this way, a little grin forcing its way onto your lips
>Rarity gasps suddenly but when she speaks it's slow, and quiet
>"I'm glad to see I can still excite you."
>You stop rubbing her, holding your hands at her chest
>"Were you afraid you no longer did?"
>There's a little pause, she shifts her legs a little
>"Maybe."

>You can feel her rubbing her thighs together softly. You know what she needs to be told
>"Rarity, do you remember, a long way back, when I asked you to be patient with me?"
>She stops, again speaking so softly
>"Yeees?"
>"I think... I think I've made you wait long enough."
>A pause again, then a gasp followed by a soft titter but when she speaks... she sounds nervous
>"A-Are you sure? We can always wait-"
>"Rarity, please. We've been together so long now, if I'm not comfortable at this stage you should just leave me."
>"I... I would never do that."
>"I know. And that's why I want to give you what you want."
>There's a shuddering breath, you kiss her shoulder
>"I've just had so, -so- many dreams of this."
>"And this evening, I'll be sure to make every one of them come true."

>The warm moistness between her legs is not something you've been a stranger to, in the intervening months after that first night in Canterlot but this -is- the first time she's touched you more intimately with it
>She shudders once more, pushing back against you, not taking you in just yet. You're glad, you want to draw this out as much as her
>"I-It feels so... different."
>"Bad?"
>"No! That... I don't know what it is, it's like a... lip?"
>"The... bottom of the glans."
>"It feels so- AH!"
>You slide forward, shivering at the sensations that course through you
>"L-Like that?"
>A squeak is your response
>"No! Wait!"
>She slides herself off, robbing you of those wonderful feelings before- oh. She wants to face you...
>"You know I'm... one for intimacy."
>You feel her press down against you once more, both of you sighing at this sense of completeness
>"Why did I wait so long..."
>"It doesn't matter... It doesn't matter..."
>She whispers that, kissing along your neck as you kiss at her face, both of your lips meeting suddenly as she lifts her head. She pulls back, only to push forward, your member slipping but an inch into her
>"Mmmf!"
>You both halt, shaking against each other. Why -did- you wait so long!

>Rarity rocks against you gently, little shuddering breaths escaping her lips. Your hands wildly roam across her back and buttocks, every care forgotten now. They slide under the silk shift, and you delight in this new sensation
>Her hooves grip your elbows, pulling at them. She tries to draw herself down upon you but you pull back, teasing herself and yourself further
>"Annngh... oh don't do this..."
>She pulls forward again, you push slightly against her, her marehood sliding down you. Her hooves slip down from your elbows to your sides, holding weakly
>A wicked idea comes to the fore of your mind. Something you'd held a fantasy of yourself for a little while now
>You gently separate from her, drawing a soft whine before you cast off the sheets. If you're to do this you won't need them
>"Just... just a second."
>"What are..."
>You slide down the bed, stopping at her hind legs to part them gently, rolling her onto her back. Your nose is overwhelmed by her delicate musk. It does nothing to diminish your passions...
>"What-"
>"This is... it's something I want to do. For you. Okay?"
>She nods down to you
>You run your hands along her thighs, Rarity shivering in response
>"Tease me further? Hnnn... why?!"
>"For this."
>You lower your lips to her teats and take a nipple between them, biting down on the sensitive flesh
>She gasps, back arching above you

>You raise your head, looking up at her with mock concern
>"Should I stop?"
>"Don't you -dare-!"
>Feels good to smirk, but not quite as good as the knowledge of how much she's enjoying this
>Your face down once more, you suck and bite at the nipple, little whines and gasps coming from above, legs kicking out. You can't stop your hands from finding their way up her sides, slowly at first and then pulling down quicker
>Her breath is coming in short little breaths now, you stop the attention upon her teat, drawing an annoyed noise from her before you lower yourself to kiss at her inner right thigh
>"You... you aren't... aren't going to... !"
>No words would do justice, instead you kiss further inside her leg, slowly, delighting in the little shivers coursing through her
>You have to stop them kicking about, though, you're likely to lose a few teeth if this keeps up. Plus it nicely allows you access to more... private parts
>Yes, now moving closer to it, the scent intensifies. It drives you on, any thoughts of drawing this out too long now abandoned
>You kiss once, twice at the edge of her labia, drawing a soft little whine from her
>"Please..."
>You're not one to deny a lady, so you edge over, running your tongue just along her marehood, the musky, spicy taste dancing down your tongue as little droplets escape her
>Her back arches once more, the whine intensifying and then dropping down into hard, shuddering breaths

>Ah but you cannot let it end here. You can't see it but you know you're drawing near and... there it is, the tiny nub. You dart your tongue over it, thighs clenching against your grip as her body ripples
>"There...! There!"
>You lower your lips upon it, slowly sucking and swirling your tongue, your arms quickly growing tired as Rarity attempts to buck against you
>Hooves dart to your head, pushing you down and for a split second an image of a blue mare pressing herself down on you flashes before your mind. But this is different. You -want- this. You want her
>Squeaks, moans and heightened panting are your reward for your continued ministrations but her muscles are too insistent and you relinquish your grip, her hind legs darting forward, bucking lightly
>With your hands now freed of that chore you lazily raise them to rub at her teats, fingers sliding over her nipples and squeezing them lightly
>With your vision a sea of roiling white you close your eyes, focusing your attention on the sounds, smells and tastes
>Ah, the taste... no human girl had ever been this... exquisite; was it that Rarity's a pony? Or is it that she's a woman of such a ripe age? You care not, only berating yourself for ever having denied yourself this
>Her breaths shorten, a slight whine to her voice again though rising in pitch now
>She must be close, she has to be if the way her legs splay out and close in so quickly are anything to go by
>You redouble your efforts, a hand slipping down to stroke at her hot moistness, Rarity pushing back against the finger
>It's short lived, as her back arches one last time, holding for moments before she falls to the bed, panting, your reward another sweet taste of her juices and the knowledge of her satisfaction

>You lie there, stroking her stomach while her breathing settles, only moving when she's suitably relaxed. Now back by her side you can clearly see the contented smile upon her face
>You lick your lips before grabbing a tissue from the bedside locker, dabbing it upon them and then kissing her. No words are needed, not now
>Instead you put your arms over her and pull her close once more, kissing at her neck and shoulder while Rarity nuzzles in against your own neck
>"Oh! I almost forgot."
>She pulls away from you, grinning while gently pushing you onto your back. You shoot her a quizzical glance but she doesn't give any indication of what she's planned
>"I think I know how to do this..."
>She stands and moves into position over your body, her hindquarters roughly level with your head. Lowering herself, you delight in the warmth of her body against your own; at least this is a position you know is to her liking
>From this vantage you've got a perfect view of her toned buttocks and marehood, a sight that draws your hands onto those alabaster cheeks, to rest there and gently stroke them


>And then there's the sensation of a warm, soft breath over your member. Your eyes shoot wide at the realisation of what she's about to do
>But she's learned well from you and moves to start off, kissing at your inner thighs, slowly moving inwards. You can't stop your body from shivering at the sensation, the delicate softness of her lips upon this sensitive part of you something new and wonderful
>Your fingers clutch tighter at her rear and it's impossible to stop yourself from drawing her back, just slightly. It's the perfect position to return the favour and you're not going to shy away from that
>Those kisses edge ever closer to your member and though you try to concentrate on what's in fron of you it's just too difficult. Not least of all because your breathing has increased dramatically
>And she accused you of being a tease...

>Those soft kisses end abruptly and the warm breath across you returns. You shiver slightly, before gasping as warm wetness envelopes the head of your member
>Your arms reflexively tense, pulling her down onto your eager lips. She shudders slightly, her warm flesh rippling under your fingers. The scent of that musk returns, not quite as strong as before and it's now mixed with her own gentle aroma
>You shut your eyes under the intense pleasure of her lips lowering down over you, her tongue moving in long, slow strokes. This is obviously not her first time but it matters not - at least she knows what a male likes
>Her forelegs move from the bed to encircle your legs, holding them slightly apart as you had her own. As she does so, her lips move back, her tongue winding down in time with this
>Your own arms slide over her rump, gently keeping her from escaping your own ministrations. Your eyes remain closed as you bask in these wonderful sensations. Your tongue flicks out, pressing against and into her warmth
>Rarity tenses suddenly, halting in her own movement before resuming with a little increased speed. You gasp as she keeps a tight suck upon you, pulling off, only to plant a gentle kiss upon your member
>A part of you regrets not treating her to such thorough treatment but perhaps now you have a chance to resolve that
>You pull back from her, leaning up once more to kiss her delicate lips. She shivers, looking back at you
>"But-"
>"No reason... can't both... enjoy..."
>She turns back, kissing your member once more, you do the same, you both shiver a little at the mutual sensations. Her body warms against your own, as yours does in response
>Rarity begins to take you into her mouth and you press your tongue against and into her, slowly at first, swirling your tongue as she does the same

>She pulls up suddenly, panting
>"You're... making it hard for... me to concentrate!"
>"Likewise." You reply smugly
>With a look of faux reproach she resumes her licking and you of her
>Her forelegs move down along your legs, stroking back and forth. You never could have imagined even this could prove so sensual, her soft coat playing so delightfully against your skin
>She pulls back, you pull back. She flicks her tongue against the tip of your urethra you- you grunt, your head flopping back onto the pillow
>Ah yes, she's found your weakness now and you're damn sure she's going to exploit it. Which she does
>Moving her lips down just over the glans of your member she flicks her tongue over and back that tiny opening, your body tensing each time, as you struggle not to vocalise your pleasure. You can't give her that much satisfaction!
>With some will, you lean back up, lips instantly locking onto the position you'd earlier located her clitoris and running your own tongue against it
>She stops, squeaks and then redoubles her efforts, unwilling to be outdone
>And she isn't, as you begin to feel a familiar pressure build in your loins. You pull your head back
>"Rarity... wait... wait!"
>She stops suddenly, looking back to you
>"Did I... do something wrong?"
>"No... no... it's just we... wouldn't want this to... end before it begins..."
>A smirk and then, "We have all night, don't we?"
>You make to protest but that warmth and motion of her tongue instantly halts you, your breath catching in your chest

>Attempts to match her now are more difficult, your mind drawn further to the wonderfully pleasurable sensations now spreading out from your lower parts
>Her forelegs are still stroking up and down, warming you delightfully. The most you can do is equally run your hands over her back and rump, hoping she enjoys it
>A few more quick flicks of her tongue and you know this is it, you can't hold out, you cannot be stopped
>"Rarity! Wait! Stop!"
>You're not sure what her predilection is in this area but you prefer to err on the side of caution. Which results only in her pushing further down on your member as you release a low groan, your body expending itself
>Your arms fall limp upon her back as you feel her continued sucking. Your eyes slowly close once more, as you are lost to all but these sensations
>Slowly, her soft lips recede and you're dimly aware of the soft thrum of magic being used
>You blearily look up to see a tissue at her mouth, Rarity grimacing at you
>"My apologies but... I'm sure it's an... acquired taste."
>You smile weakly. "It... doesn't have to be..."
>She just shakes her head, crumpling up the tissue and tossing it into a nearby bin

>As you come down from that intense session, she rejoins you at your side, your arms moving to encircle her and cuddle her closely once again
>"What shall we do now?"
>"Nothing."
>And you don't, not immediately. You just want to lie there, holding her, enjoying the warmth of her body, the sweet scent of her coat and mane
>She kisses you once, twice, smiling all the while. Yes, you both needed this
>But the devil always finds word for idle hands and yours are not free from his misdirection as they slip down her gentle curves to rub at one of her teats
>She moans softly against you, pushing herself up against your hand and you dutifully lower it, fingers trailing over her marehood

>This is a return to what you've been used to over these months but now it feels decidedly more intimate
>Surely she knows to avoid the part of you that's still too sensitive, so concentrates on running a hoof over your stomach and chest. The feeling of that soft appendage never ceases to delight you...
>With one finger you slide inside her, your thumb lightly pressing down on that little nub, her walls clamping down upon you
>Rarity gasps, her hoof stopping its motion before shakily resuming it
>No, you wouldn't push her over the edge this time, just... tease her, as you so love to do
>Her lips search over your neck and chin before you lower your head to allow her to more easily find your own
>No matter how many times you may have kissed her you knew you'd never grow tired of those lips. Every meeting bringing with it a new taste or a new sensation as her experience against your own grew
>You pull out of her, your hand rising to once more cup her teat, clasping a nipple between two fingers
>She grunts, pressing against you. With your other arm you draw her chest to yours, that familiar warmth so nice
>You move your hand around over her soft buttock, pulling that part of her close, allowing her to feel that you've been enjoying this. She shudders as your hand passes over her backside and down again to that most sensitive of her parts
>You kiss her forehead, inhaling deeply of her mane, the scent doing nothing to diminish your desire for her right now
>You enter, pull out, run your fingers against the edges of her labia, slide your hand across her back and rump, kiss her as much and as many times as you can, little squeaks, moans and bodily shivers aplenty...
>All to keep her just at the precipice without being forced over

>But it could never last. Even you weren't so cruel as to tease her endlessly although Rarity does take matters into her own hooves, gently pushing you back
>"Ugh, you... you can be... so..."
>"Wicked?"
>"Yes!"
>"Oh, I think I like how you say that."
>You go to pull her back but she shakes your touch off, standing shakily
>"H-How are we to... do this?"
>You look at her, front lowered, rump in the air, tail aside. Of course, that would be how ponies couple and while you might like, in time, to try that you know of something far better. Far more to her desires
>"Would you stand over me, please?"
>She looks at you askance before obeying, With that, you gently pull her down on top of you
>"What are... ! Oh..."
>Her nethers come flush against your own, as you wrap your arms back over that beautifully sculpted back. Another thing you will never tire of - the softness and delicacy of her coat, richer than the finest velvet
>"Wouldn't you rather we see each other?"
>Rarity nods, smiling before leaning in to kiss you quickly
>Slowly, she begins to gently grind herself against you and you in turn undulate your hips in response
>Both of you are taken by a fit of small gasps, nothing could have prepared you for how wonderful this might feel. Once more you curse yourself internally for ever thinking to deny either of you this
>"Alright, darling... I-I'm ready."
>As if you needed her to voice that
>With one final push forward, she lays back and gently takes you inside her


>Neither of you make a move or a sound, lying there, taken by this new feeling. Every part of Rarity that touches you serves only to heighten your pleasure, even looking into her wide, blue eyes, seeing your own wonderment reflected in them
>"Is... is this... as you..."
>"Yes..."
>You are happy. You are beyond rapturous. Just to know that this is all she has wanted is beyond your hopes for the occasion. The thought of, perhaps, not measuring up against pony stallions had crossed your mind along with the inevitable humiliation on both your parts but this... no, this was perfect
>You don't move to draw out as you kiss her once more, lips dancing against one another, tongues fighting for dominance. Your hand finds the back of her head and gently presses down on it, not wanting this to end
>It falls, to her cheek, as warm and welcoming to your touch as any part of her body. Her eyes glimmer and you shut your own against the sight, fearful of the emotion overcoming you in equal measure
>She ends the kiss, moving her mouth to just beside your ear and whispers, "Thank you."
>You shake your head, hoping it's not too small a motion to notice

>So the two of you stay like that for moments longer, holding each other, before she takes the lead and gently pulls herself up and off you
>Both of you shudder at this new panoply of sensations, her insides twitching against your member with each tiny movement
>Your hands slide to her shoulders, slowly running down her warm coat, coming to rest gently on her buttocks, not pushing or pulling, still allowing her to lead
>And that is how it proceeds at first with slow, gentle movements, both of you caught up in each other

>Rarity begins to push a little harder back against you, breath catching at little moans that delight you
>Her movements hit a peak, though, and she grunts in frustration at how her hooves fail to find purchase against the bedclothes. You can't blame her, this is a new position. So you have nothing left but to take over, bracing your legs against giving a thrust against her pushing back
>You stop again, both of you, unprepared for how... good this feels. But it is only for a second as you pull back and thrust forward again. And again. Desire overtakes you and you fall into a rhythm
>Rarity's breathing becomes sharper, she raises her hooves to press them against your chest while her lips fall to your own, as you readily welcome them
>She tries to whine, to moan, to make her pleasure be known but you don't need any words, any sounds, only the natural language of her body that lets you know, more than she ever could, that this is what it wants
>Your hands move back up, gripping at her shoulders, pulling her down as she casts her own hooves over your shoulders

>If the contractions within her marehood are any indication she's close to her peak. You redouble your efforts, pressing on against the growing tiredness in your hips
>One... two... three more... and she's there, a high pitched whine as her back arches, her body tensing up, only to fall against your own but a moment later
>You take this as an opportunity to rest a moment. But only one, before you begin your attentions
>Rarity is, then, left with no time to recover from her ragged breaths as you feel yourself edging closer to your own climax
>"Rarity... I... you... should...", you grunt out the words, hoping she picks up the meaning
>"No... want you... inside..."
>You frown at her, or at least do your best to
>"Yes! Please... wanted it..."
>You nod slowly, continuing

>You'd like to think you were more man than to be so easily overcome by her but you know none could resist. Not Rarity
>Looking only into her eyes, you feel that same pressure building as before, only quicker
>A few thrusts thereafter and your eyes are shut against those sensations - so much more gloriously intense - as you cease your thrusting and allow Rarity to come to rest atop you
>You both lie like that panting, resting, desperately regaining lost breath until you open your eyes again and see her smiling down to you. A smile so much warmer and more satisfied than any you have ever seen grace those lips. Those lips that kiss you one last time as your arms rise to encircle her
>A soft, wavering thrum of magic is followed by the bedclothes being drawn upon the two of you

>Sleep doesn't claim you, not while you're still able to see her face
>As before she leans down and whispers into your ear, "Thank you."
>But this time there's a tiny quaver to her voice. You cannot blame her nor can you make a response for you know your own voice would fail you
>So instead you just hold her, under the covers

>Sleep comes some time later but it is with the vision of your beloved in your eyes, the warmth of her love in your heart and the knowledge that you have both finally been fulfilled that you allow it to claim you...