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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Two stallions in the barn, a typical set-up. It could have meant anything, but the stallions had their own fun, their own time, a dappled, grey Warlander with a powerful neck lying over a bale of hay with a grunt and a snort in his nostrils. Naked from head to hoof, he grunted, his chest and stomach on the hay, though it was perhaps not the most comfortable of perches, out in the back barn.
Everyone else had taken the horses out to a show, so it was only the two of them there, Madoc grunting, muscles contracting as if he was trying to highlight them, though they had seen each other naked so many times over by that point that it was almost a non-event between them. Behind him, a powerful chestnut stallion, a little taller than him, ground his cock between his rear cheeks, sliding the dripping head of his hard-on up against the base of the Warlander's tail.
"Oh, fuuuuck."
Madoc heaved, his silvery-grey mane falling over the side of his neck, nostrils fluttering in a snort. Dust motes swirled through a shaft of late afternoon sunlight as he puffed for breath, though Ametrine had been teasing him for quite some time already.
"Come on..." He begged, swishing his tail and stomping a hoof in annoyance, even as he clung to the bale under his, his cock throbbing and drooling. "Are you just going to edge me forever?"
Truth be told, in his aroused state, that didn't exactly sound at all unappealing to Madoc. Denial, control, domination and the sweet bliss of submission... It was all well in his wheelhouse, though he and Ametrine did not get the chance to do it all as much as they used to. It was just too busy around the yard and, well, they hadn't taken whatever the hell their relationship was anywhere else, not yet.
Maybe it was time that they took that step, but not yet. Not when Ametrine let out a low, trembling grunt, his cock twitching as blood pumped through it, sliding against his submissive partner's backside.
"Oh, you think you're calling the shots now, do you?" He grunted, his voice low and thick, arousal coating it. "Maybe I should do that to you... Show a bolshy little colt like you just where his place is..."
Madoc moaned. It took everything that he had in him not to beg Ametrine, right there and then, to do exactly that, his tail flagging wantonly. His cock ached for attention, but the stallion had already spent so much time stroking him, jacking him off but never allowing him over the edge, that he didn't think even the skin of his member could take much more.
Yet Ametrine had his own agenda in mind, leaning over Madoc's back to kiss him -- just as he pressed his cock into his backside. The stallion moaned, surprised at the sudden, crude penetration, but the chestnut stud had more than one little trick left up his figurative sleeve. As Madoc's lips parted for the deep, sloppy kiss, he passed a little pill into the horse's mouth, twisting his fingers into the stallion's mane so that he could not pull away.
"Mmph!"
"That's right..."
Ametrine smirked, breaking the kiss, massaging Madoc's throat, just to make sure the colt was a good pony and swallowed nicely for him.
"What... Unff... What was that?" Madoc forced out, red in the face even under his grey coat of hair. "You can't just... Mmmph... Am... Ametrine..."
The chestnut stallion drew himself up tall, thrusting powerfully, though it felt as if, to him, it took very little effort to sink his cock deep into Madoc's arse even then. Every stroke came naturally to him, the horse already loosened up and well-prepared for him, not that he ever thought that the Warlander needed much preparation at all. The light caught his muscles in the red sheen of his rich red-brown fur and Ametrine smirked, allowing him a moment more of cocky vanity. He knew he looked good, though Madoc could praise him for hours on his best features. Which, in his opinion, when it came to the body that he'd worked hard for, was all of them.
Hey, a little cockiness was sexy...
"It's a little pill," he nickered, eyes smouldering. "Just to keep you going."
Madoc moaned, not knowing what that was all about, though all he could do was kick his legs out wide, hooves scraping over the rough concrete of the floor. Yet the chill of the barn did not seep into his bones as Ametrine fucked him, the stallion's hips speeding up and up, sinking the entire length of his cock into him, far istanbul travesti (https://www.istanbullife.info) past the bump of the medial ring. Madoc trembled desperately, grateful that he had the bale of hay to steady himself against, though he barely thought that he would be able to hold back, with the flare of Ametrine's dick seemingly managing to grind over his prostate with every thrust.
Was it getting warmer in there? No, no, that was a silly thought that he shook off, the driving pound of the chestnut stud's hips sending him straight to heaven, legs quivering so badly that the horse doubted that he would have been able to hold himself up, if he had been forced to stand. Mmph, fuck, no one fucked him like Ametrine did, as if he was owed every stroke, every roll of his hips coming with an easy sense of confidence that was undeniably hot.
But he couldn't stop the ache of need from rising within him, his cock throbbing, the pink flare thickening up, swelling in the approach of orgasm. He nickered and twisted his head back and forth, his nostrils flaring as he tried to hold it in, to keep it inside. Just a little bit longer, he told himself, as the scratchy roughness of the hay bale gave him something else to focus on under his belly, though it was not as good of a distraction as Madoc might have hoped. Just a bit longer, he wanted to feel, the thickness of Ametrine spreading him out, his pony doughnut so tight around it that he could barely keep his head straight.
"Unff... Am... Ametrine... Fuck, I'm gonna..."
But the stallion did not slow down in the slightest or give Madoc the grace of being allowed to pace himself, giving the grey equine what he had been truly craving, for his body at least, all along. He couldn't help it, the pressure within him growing and growing, balls aching, until he couldn't bear it for a single heartbeat more. With a trumpeting whinny that cut through the air and most certainly would have alerted everyone to what was going on in there, if they had still been on the yard, he climaxed, losing himself in orgasm.
His cock spurted, pump after pump of slick stallion cream pouring from him as if it was being released from a hose, but he did tell himself that he had been edged for rather a long time. Maybe that was just what happened when he was brought to that point and brink of release time after time again, grunting and groaning, losing his whinny in broken, submissive moans with a cock in his arse.
"Oh... Yes... Fuck, yes... Ohhhh."
Ametrine smirked, working his hips, but he didn't slow down at all. That was not what he was there for, all as the little pill that he had slipped Madoc did its work. It was nothing that they hadn't discussed trying, at some point, before, but he doubted very much that Madoc even remembered the conversation. Which gave him the sweet element of surprise and the opportunity to give Madoc something that even he had never done before.
"Feeling alright there, colt?"
He teased, running his harder, hoof-like fingertips down Madoc's spine, the grey stallion arching like a slut into his touch. His hand ended at his rump, slapping the firm flesh, making the muscle jiggle and respond even under the slim layer of fat that was found there. The colt submissively hiked his tail even higher as he pumped out his wasted orgasm to the floor, hot stallion seed splattered to the barn floor, not even down a throat or into a waiting tail hole.
"Mmmph, oh, fuck yessss..."
But something strange was happening, the stallion's ears twitching as he sprawled out across the bale, trying to bring life back into his wobbling legs. He could get them under him, yes, to balance again, but his cock just wasn't getting any softer, not after orgasm, not like it should have been. Madoc rocked his hips experimentally, trying to work out what was wrong, but Ametrine only pinned him in place with a heavy, dominant hand between his shoulder blades, the stallion's eyes gleaming with his sense of claiming.
"Unff... Such a fucking slut, taking my cock like the needy fucking colt you are," he grunted, the slap of his hips bouncing off Madoc's arse filling the barn. "And if you beg for one orgasm like that...well...I'll fucking make you beg to make you stop cumming."
Madoc nickered and Ametrine already knew well enough what he was going through, for he had researched that brand of pills thoroughly beforehand. Just ones to spice up a sex life -- but they lasted for hours, keeping the user hard and furthering their ability to orgasm.
Repeatedly. Which was where the stallion under him came into it, his flare remaining swollen, cock bobbing frantically up and down with the force of every one of Ametrine's thrusts. It was as if the Warlander's body was still turned on, still aroused, still every bit as on fire as he had been before. His cock didn't soften and his need rose, breath hitching, though Ametrine drank in the sight of that delicious little shudder he gave.
Oh, he was going to be enjoying istanbul travestileri (https://www.istanbullife.info) a lot more of that as the afternoon progressed. And, if he was lucky, he would leave Madoc still with a wanton hard-on in his jeans by the time the others came back, forced to come back to his place later for relief.
At least, that was the plan. And that relief would be short-lived too...
Madoc groaned, rocking back, hooves scraping, cursing Ametrine under his breath. But all the stallion could think about was just how much he needed to cum all over again, need coursing through him, rocking back onto Ametrine's cock as if he had never had a dick in his life. The pressure of it within his tail hole, even how it ground up and over his prostate, practically forced him to beg for more, straining for it, even whining and clamping his tail hole down around Ametrine's pulsing shaft.
"What's that, colt?" He could hear the smirk in Ametrine's voice. "You want more, hm? One time cumming was not enough for a colt who's going to cum repeatedly until he begs for mercy?"
Madoc moaned, but he didn't have spare breath in his lungs for a snappy comeback. It was not as if that was all that easy either with a dick in his arse, though Ametrine surprised him by drawing back. His cock pulled from Madoc's tail hole, leaving a light gape behind, as he turned Madoc around onto his back, shoving him back up over the bale so that he had something to support his back and buttocks.
Lining his cock up again, Ametrine wasted no time in sinking his dick right back up where it belonged, Madoc groaning, his legs bent back towards his chest. The grey stallion didn't have the flexibility there, unfortunately, forced to splay his hooves out to the sides to get all of Ametrine into him, but it did mean that he could lock his gaze onto the stallion's body, drinking in all his muscles, the sheen of sweat on his chestnut coat. Fuck, he was hot and wicked too -- two qualities that very much were difficult to take when put together. And even more difficult for him to ignore when they wound together, intricately, into such a sexy form.
He liked the evilness, the deviousness in Ametrine, wanting more of it. Yet his cock throbbed and ached, pushed closer and closer to orgasm all over again. The strain was still present in his body, however, as if his nuts really did know that there was a reason that he didn't need to cum again quite that soon. But there was nothing at all that Madoc could do about it as his hard-on bobbed and jerked against his stomach, splattering viscous pre-cum everywhere, still drooling and spurting as if he was cumming in that moment too. Yet he couldn't be, not then, even if the tightness in his groin grew, skin prickling, curling his fingers into the hay bale. Not that it would save him from the driving, pounding onslaught.
He had to bear through it, his tail hole clenching, not able to do anything to keep the stallion on. Not that he wanted to, though it was confusing as it was, grunting, groaning, rolling his hips up the best he could, though he couldn't make sense of everything. The pressure of sensation, making him cum again too quickly, being...
Mmm... It hit him in a flash of clarity, realisation blistering through. He was being milked, which was only made all the clearer as Ametrine took hold of his cock, stroking up and down, teasing his flesh, from the flare at the tip all the way down to the sheath.
"Go on..." The chestnut stallion grunted. "You want to cum, don't you? How good would it feel to cum right now, colt?"
Madoc moaned and shook his head. He thought that it would feel good, very good, but the problem there was that he knew that the rush of relief and smooth afterglow simply was not going to cum. He was going to be left more eager than ever, the height of his need finding a new ceiling with every throb of his cock. He needed it and yet he knew that there was no true satisfaction there, a rush of bliss and then...nothing but need.
But he couldn't help himself as Ametrine jacked him off, forcing him over the edge as Madoc squealed and tried to kick, though the dominant stallion was already in a powerful position over him. Madoc panted heavily through his nostrils, cum splattering his stomach, a few errant spurts even reaching his chest, his body thrumming with the high... But as soon as it arrived, it faded again, his body aching and throbbing, cock even harder than before.
"Unff... Please..."
"Ohhhh, so you're begging already, are you?"
Ametrine leaned over his prize, revelling in the moment. Oh, that was hot, to have the equine right where he wanted him already, whimpering, though Madoc had never been all that difficult to break. He would have been rendered more sensitive, but Ametrine was sure that it was the pressure and the knowledge of everything that was to come, the hard, rampant strokes of his cock burrowing deeply into the colt's backside. He didn't have to stop, greedily taking travesti istanbul (https://www.istanbullife.info) what was his due, slamming in, stroke after stroke, for his own climax.
"Think about how much better all of this is going to feel for me," he taunted Madoc, leaving his cock alone for the moment as he ground in. "How I'm going to cum and get you all slick and ready for more... But you're going to cum and cum again, milked of every drop of seed that your balls can hold...and still want more."
Of course, he did not say anything about the pill's ability to replenish what was in the colt's nuts too. That was a neat little thing, his body working overtime to do so, though he did not doubt in his mind that Madoc would be pretty tired when all was said and done, his body needing to rest after all that it had been put through.
But he took what he deserved too as he slammed in, pressing down on Madoc's legs just to bend them back a little more, just to show him a little more who was in control. It was not about being rough about it, just those little notes that proved the moment, even if Madoc was not in that sexy slut bridle at that time. Hm, maybe he should have gotten that out ahead of their fun...
Yet there was no time for that as need rose within the stallion with a flourish, Ametrine letting out a throaty grunt as he slammed in, thrusting as if his life depended on it. The stud stallion could not have stopped if he'd tried as his flare thickened inside Madoc and he watched, enraptured, as the horse under him flinched and twisted, pulling away from pleasure that was only going to mount further and further.
He neighed out his pleasure as he orgasmed, ropes of thick stallion cream flooding Madoc's backside, though Ametrine did not need anything more to slicken the path of his cock, not when the colt's backside was so loose around him already. The colt was a pro at taking dick, his dick, and he thrust without any care for Madoc's comfort, for he knew very much so that it was already a given.
If it ever wasn't, Madoc would say. But that very much was not the case as he flooded the grey stallion's backside with cream, some even oozing and drooling around his cock, leaking out at the point where their bodies joined. He stayed deep, relishing in the tightness, but even that proved to be too much for Madoc as his fat flare twitched -- and the colt spent himself once again.
Madoc twisted his head back and forth, desperate, sweating, needy. Fuck, how had he gotten like that so quickly? Orgasm came, but the relief was not there, only a burst of pleasure -- then nothing. Why wasn't anything there? Arousal clawed at him, demanding that he satisfy it, though there didn't feel as if there was anything that he could do. He was helpless, the stallion neatly stealing his right to cum with pleasure from him -- true pleasure, at least.
It was sly and it was sneaky and something in Madoc pulled even harder towards Ametrine for it.
Fuck, the stallion was hot.
But he couldn't do anything, even though he wasn't bound. He may as well have been tied to the throbbing ache of his cock, the drooling spurts of cum marking his lower belly, for all the good that freedom did him. He panted and heaved, his nostrils tugging back and forth with the force of his breath raking through, the stallion caught up in the moment, though he only had eyes for the muscled god that was Ametrine.
Ametrine towered easily, bending his legs back even further, dominating him even without thinking about it, every thrust coming to him with casual ease. Yet, even as the chestnut stallion's abs tightened, he had to pull out, dragging his, very slowly, softening cock from Madoc's tail hole. The grey stallion grunted as he shivered in place, though he needed more, so much more, torn between the fact that he knew his orgasm was going to be strained and unsatisfactory, yet his body still craved it. And was that something that he could so easily set aside?
"Please..." He muttered, licking his lips, hoarser than he thought he was. "More... Am... Ametrine..."
Ametrine smirked, crooking his finger.
"Come here. Up on your hooves, colt. Let me look at you."
Madoc trembled but Ametrine appreciate just how quick he was to obey: that was something that he always appreciated in a submissive, even though Madoc, of course, was already so much more than that to him. He watched every muscle in the stallion's body, greedily taking in his due, though it was Madoc's mottled pink and grey cock that caught his attention the most, how hard it was. It just refused to soften under the influence of the pill and Ametrine grinned. So, everything was working just as he planned. Who could have known that such a little thing as that could have come to such sweet, sweet fruition?
Alas, he only had so much time there and the stallion was sure that he had at least a couple more orgasms to coax from Madoc at that time.
Madoc obligingly stood, even though he was shaky, every drop of snark gone from his lips. Ametrine still could not stop himself from smirking as he ran his hands over the stallion's body, landing a sharp smack on his arse that echoed through the barn as if he had struck the equine with much more force than he had.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Two stallions in the barn, a typical set-up. It could have meant anything, but the stallions had their own fun, their own time, a dappled, grey Warlander with a powerful neck lying over a bale of hay with a grunt and a snort in his nostrils. Naked from head to hoof, he grunted, his chest and stomach on the hay, though it was perhaps not the most comfortable of perches, out in the back barn.
Everyone else had taken the horses out to a show, so it was only the two of them there, Madoc grunting, muscles contracting as if he was trying to highlight them, though they had seen each other naked so many times over by that point that it was almost a non-event between them. Behind him, a powerful chestnut stallion, a little taller than him, ground his cock between his rear cheeks, sliding the dripping head of his hard-on up against the base of the Warlander's tail.
"Oh, fuuuuck."
Madoc heaved, his silvery-grey mane falling over the side of his neck, nostrils fluttering in a snort. Dust motes swirled through a shaft of late afternoon sunlight as he puffed for breath, though Ametrine had been teasing him for quite some time already.
"Come on..." He begged, swishing his tail and stomping a hoof in annoyance, even as he clung to the bale under his, his cock throbbing and drooling. "Are you just going to edge me forever?"
Truth be told, in his aroused state, that didn't exactly sound at all unappealing to Madoc. Denial, control, domination and the sweet bliss of submission... It was all well in his wheelhouse, though he and Ametrine did not get the chance to do it all as much as they used to. It was just too busy around the yard and, well, they hadn't taken whatever the hell their relationship was anywhere else, not yet.
Maybe it was time that they took that step, but not yet. Not when Ametrine let out a low, trembling grunt, his cock twitching as blood pumped through it, sliding against his submissive partner's backside.
"Oh, you think you're calling the shots now, do you?" He grunted, his voice low and thick, arousal coating it. "Maybe I should do that to you... Show a bolshy little colt like you just where his place is..."
Madoc moaned. It took everything that he had in him not to beg Ametrine, right there and then, to do exactly that, his tail flagging wantonly. His cock ached for attention, but the stallion had already spent so much time stroking him, jacking him off but never allowing him over the edge, that he didn't think even the skin of his member could take much more.
Yet Ametrine had his own agenda in mind, leaning over Madoc's back to kiss him -- just as he pressed his cock into his backside. The stallion moaned, surprised at the sudden, crude penetration, but the chestnut stud had more than one little trick left up his figurative sleeve. As Madoc's lips parted for the deep, sloppy kiss, he passed a little pill into the horse's mouth, twisting his fingers into the stallion's mane so that he could not pull away.
"Mmph!"
"That's right..."
Ametrine smirked, breaking the kiss, massaging Madoc's throat, just to make sure the colt was a good pony and swallowed nicely for him.
"What... Unff... What was that?" Madoc forced out, red in the face even under his grey coat of hair. "You can't just... Mmmph... Am... Ametrine..."
The chestnut stallion drew himself up tall, thrusting powerfully, though it felt as if, to him, it took very little effort to sink his cock deep into Madoc's arse even then. Every stroke came naturally to him, the horse already loosened up and well-prepared for him, not that he ever thought that the Warlander needed much preparation at all. The light caught his muscles in the red sheen of his rich red-brown fur and Ametrine smirked, allowing him a moment more of cocky vanity. He knew he looked good, though Madoc could praise him for hours on his best features. Which, in his opinion, when it came to the body that he'd worked hard for, was all of them.
Hey, a little cockiness was sexy...
"It's a little pill," he nickered, eyes smouldering. "Just to keep you going."
Madoc moaned, not knowing what that was all about, though all he could do was kick his legs out wide, hooves scraping over the rough concrete of the floor. Yet the chill of the barn did not seep into his bones as Ametrine fucked him, the stallion's hips speeding up and up, sinking the entire length of his cock into him, far istanbul travesti (https://www.istanbullife.info) past the bump of the medial ring. Madoc trembled desperately, grateful that he had the bale of hay to steady himself against, though he barely thought that he would be able to hold back, with the flare of Ametrine's dick seemingly managing to grind over his prostate with every thrust.
Was it getting warmer in there? No, no, that was a silly thought that he shook off, the driving pound of the chestnut stud's hips sending him straight to heaven, legs quivering so badly that the horse doubted that he would have been able to hold himself up, if he had been forced to stand. Mmph, fuck, no one fucked him like Ametrine did, as if he was owed every stroke, every roll of his hips coming with an easy sense of confidence that was undeniably hot.
But he couldn't stop the ache of need from rising within him, his cock throbbing, the pink flare thickening up, swelling in the approach of orgasm. He nickered and twisted his head back and forth, his nostrils flaring as he tried to hold it in, to keep it inside. Just a little bit longer, he told himself, as the scratchy roughness of the hay bale gave him something else to focus on under his belly, though it was not as good of a distraction as Madoc might have hoped. Just a bit longer, he wanted to feel, the thickness of Ametrine spreading him out, his pony doughnut so tight around it that he could barely keep his head straight.
"Unff... Am... Ametrine... Fuck, I'm gonna..."
But the stallion did not slow down in the slightest or give Madoc the grace of being allowed to pace himself, giving the grey equine what he had been truly craving, for his body at least, all along. He couldn't help it, the pressure within him growing and growing, balls aching, until he couldn't bear it for a single heartbeat more. With a trumpeting whinny that cut through the air and most certainly would have alerted everyone to what was going on in there, if they had still been on the yard, he climaxed, losing himself in orgasm.
His cock spurted, pump after pump of slick stallion cream pouring from him as if it was being released from a hose, but he did tell himself that he had been edged for rather a long time. Maybe that was just what happened when he was brought to that point and brink of release time after time again, grunting and groaning, losing his whinny in broken, submissive moans with a cock in his arse.
"Oh... Yes... Fuck, yes... Ohhhh."
Ametrine smirked, working his hips, but he didn't slow down at all. That was not what he was there for, all as the little pill that he had slipped Madoc did its work. It was nothing that they hadn't discussed trying, at some point, before, but he doubted very much that Madoc even remembered the conversation. Which gave him the sweet element of surprise and the opportunity to give Madoc something that even he had never done before.
"Feeling alright there, colt?"
He teased, running his harder, hoof-like fingertips down Madoc's spine, the grey stallion arching like a slut into his touch. His hand ended at his rump, slapping the firm flesh, making the muscle jiggle and respond even under the slim layer of fat that was found there. The colt submissively hiked his tail even higher as he pumped out his wasted orgasm to the floor, hot stallion seed splattered to the barn floor, not even down a throat or into a waiting tail hole.
"Mmmph, oh, fuck yessss..."
But something strange was happening, the stallion's ears twitching as he sprawled out across the bale, trying to bring life back into his wobbling legs. He could get them under him, yes, to balance again, but his cock just wasn't getting any softer, not after orgasm, not like it should have been. Madoc rocked his hips experimentally, trying to work out what was wrong, but Ametrine only pinned him in place with a heavy, dominant hand between his shoulder blades, the stallion's eyes gleaming with his sense of claiming.
"Unff... Such a fucking slut, taking my cock like the needy fucking colt you are," he grunted, the slap of his hips bouncing off Madoc's arse filling the barn. "And if you beg for one orgasm like that...well...I'll fucking make you beg to make you stop cumming."
Madoc nickered and Ametrine already knew well enough what he was going through, for he had researched that brand of pills thoroughly beforehand. Just ones to spice up a sex life -- but they lasted for hours, keeping the user hard and furthering their ability to orgasm.
Repeatedly. Which was where the stallion under him came into it, his flare remaining swollen, cock bobbing frantically up and down with the force of every one of Ametrine's thrusts. It was as if the Warlander's body was still turned on, still aroused, still every bit as on fire as he had been before. His cock didn't soften and his need rose, breath hitching, though Ametrine drank in the sight of that delicious little shudder he gave.
Oh, he was going to be enjoying istanbul travestileri (https://www.istanbullife.info) a lot more of that as the afternoon progressed. And, if he was lucky, he would leave Madoc still with a wanton hard-on in his jeans by the time the others came back, forced to come back to his place later for relief.
At least, that was the plan. And that relief would be short-lived too...
Madoc groaned, rocking back, hooves scraping, cursing Ametrine under his breath. But all the stallion could think about was just how much he needed to cum all over again, need coursing through him, rocking back onto Ametrine's cock as if he had never had a dick in his life. The pressure of it within his tail hole, even how it ground up and over his prostate, practically forced him to beg for more, straining for it, even whining and clamping his tail hole down around Ametrine's pulsing shaft.
"What's that, colt?" He could hear the smirk in Ametrine's voice. "You want more, hm? One time cumming was not enough for a colt who's going to cum repeatedly until he begs for mercy?"
Madoc moaned, but he didn't have spare breath in his lungs for a snappy comeback. It was not as if that was all that easy either with a dick in his arse, though Ametrine surprised him by drawing back. His cock pulled from Madoc's tail hole, leaving a light gape behind, as he turned Madoc around onto his back, shoving him back up over the bale so that he had something to support his back and buttocks.
Lining his cock up again, Ametrine wasted no time in sinking his dick right back up where it belonged, Madoc groaning, his legs bent back towards his chest. The grey stallion didn't have the flexibility there, unfortunately, forced to splay his hooves out to the sides to get all of Ametrine into him, but it did mean that he could lock his gaze onto the stallion's body, drinking in all his muscles, the sheen of sweat on his chestnut coat. Fuck, he was hot and wicked too -- two qualities that very much were difficult to take when put together. And even more difficult for him to ignore when they wound together, intricately, into such a sexy form.
He liked the evilness, the deviousness in Ametrine, wanting more of it. Yet his cock throbbed and ached, pushed closer and closer to orgasm all over again. The strain was still present in his body, however, as if his nuts really did know that there was a reason that he didn't need to cum again quite that soon. But there was nothing at all that Madoc could do about it as his hard-on bobbed and jerked against his stomach, splattering viscous pre-cum everywhere, still drooling and spurting as if he was cumming in that moment too. Yet he couldn't be, not then, even if the tightness in his groin grew, skin prickling, curling his fingers into the hay bale. Not that it would save him from the driving, pounding onslaught.
He had to bear through it, his tail hole clenching, not able to do anything to keep the stallion on. Not that he wanted to, though it was confusing as it was, grunting, groaning, rolling his hips up the best he could, though he couldn't make sense of everything. The pressure of sensation, making him cum again too quickly, being...
Mmm... It hit him in a flash of clarity, realisation blistering through. He was being milked, which was only made all the clearer as Ametrine took hold of his cock, stroking up and down, teasing his flesh, from the flare at the tip all the way down to the sheath.
"Go on..." The chestnut stallion grunted. "You want to cum, don't you? How good would it feel to cum right now, colt?"
Madoc moaned and shook his head. He thought that it would feel good, very good, but the problem there was that he knew that the rush of relief and smooth afterglow simply was not going to cum. He was going to be left more eager than ever, the height of his need finding a new ceiling with every throb of his cock. He needed it and yet he knew that there was no true satisfaction there, a rush of bliss and then...nothing but need.
But he couldn't help himself as Ametrine jacked him off, forcing him over the edge as Madoc squealed and tried to kick, though the dominant stallion was already in a powerful position over him. Madoc panted heavily through his nostrils, cum splattering his stomach, a few errant spurts even reaching his chest, his body thrumming with the high... But as soon as it arrived, it faded again, his body aching and throbbing, cock even harder than before.
"Unff... Please..."
"Ohhhh, so you're begging already, are you?"
Ametrine leaned over his prize, revelling in the moment. Oh, that was hot, to have the equine right where he wanted him already, whimpering, though Madoc had never been all that difficult to break. He would have been rendered more sensitive, but Ametrine was sure that it was the pressure and the knowledge of everything that was to come, the hard, rampant strokes of his cock burrowing deeply into the colt's backside. He didn't have to stop, greedily taking travesti istanbul (https://www.istanbullife.info) what was his due, slamming in, stroke after stroke, for his own climax.
"Think about how much better all of this is going to feel for me," he taunted Madoc, leaving his cock alone for the moment as he ground in. "How I'm going to cum and get you all slick and ready for more... But you're going to cum and cum again, milked of every drop of seed that your balls can hold...and still want more."
Of course, he did not say anything about the pill's ability to replenish what was in the colt's nuts too. That was a neat little thing, his body working overtime to do so, though he did not doubt in his mind that Madoc would be pretty tired when all was said and done, his body needing to rest after all that it had been put through.
But he took what he deserved too as he slammed in, pressing down on Madoc's legs just to bend them back a little more, just to show him a little more who was in control. It was not about being rough about it, just those little notes that proved the moment, even if Madoc was not in that sexy slut bridle at that time. Hm, maybe he should have gotten that out ahead of their fun...
Yet there was no time for that as need rose within the stallion with a flourish, Ametrine letting out a throaty grunt as he slammed in, thrusting as if his life depended on it. The stud stallion could not have stopped if he'd tried as his flare thickened inside Madoc and he watched, enraptured, as the horse under him flinched and twisted, pulling away from pleasure that was only going to mount further and further.
He neighed out his pleasure as he orgasmed, ropes of thick stallion cream flooding Madoc's backside, though Ametrine did not need anything more to slicken the path of his cock, not when the colt's backside was so loose around him already. The colt was a pro at taking dick, his dick, and he thrust without any care for Madoc's comfort, for he knew very much so that it was already a given.
If it ever wasn't, Madoc would say. But that very much was not the case as he flooded the grey stallion's backside with cream, some even oozing and drooling around his cock, leaking out at the point where their bodies joined. He stayed deep, relishing in the tightness, but even that proved to be too much for Madoc as his fat flare twitched -- and the colt spent himself once again.
Madoc twisted his head back and forth, desperate, sweating, needy. Fuck, how had he gotten like that so quickly? Orgasm came, but the relief was not there, only a burst of pleasure -- then nothing. Why wasn't anything there? Arousal clawed at him, demanding that he satisfy it, though there didn't feel as if there was anything that he could do. He was helpless, the stallion neatly stealing his right to cum with pleasure from him -- true pleasure, at least.
It was sly and it was sneaky and something in Madoc pulled even harder towards Ametrine for it.
Fuck, the stallion was hot.
But he couldn't do anything, even though he wasn't bound. He may as well have been tied to the throbbing ache of his cock, the drooling spurts of cum marking his lower belly, for all the good that freedom did him. He panted and heaved, his nostrils tugging back and forth with the force of his breath raking through, the stallion caught up in the moment, though he only had eyes for the muscled god that was Ametrine.
Ametrine towered easily, bending his legs back even further, dominating him even without thinking about it, every thrust coming to him with casual ease. Yet, even as the chestnut stallion's abs tightened, he had to pull out, dragging his, very slowly, softening cock from Madoc's tail hole. The grey stallion grunted as he shivered in place, though he needed more, so much more, torn between the fact that he knew his orgasm was going to be strained and unsatisfactory, yet his body still craved it. And was that something that he could so easily set aside?
"Please..." He muttered, licking his lips, hoarser than he thought he was. "More... Am... Ametrine..."
Ametrine smirked, crooking his finger.
"Come here. Up on your hooves, colt. Let me look at you."
Madoc trembled but Ametrine appreciate just how quick he was to obey: that was something that he always appreciated in a submissive, even though Madoc, of course, was already so much more than that to him. He watched every muscle in the stallion's body, greedily taking in his due, though it was Madoc's mottled pink and grey cock that caught his attention the most, how hard it was. It just refused to soften under the influence of the pill and Ametrine grinned. So, everything was working just as he planned. Who could have known that such a little thing as that could have come to such sweet, sweet fruition?
Alas, he only had so much time there and the stallion was sure that he had at least a couple more orgasms to coax from Madoc at that time.
Madoc obligingly stood, even though he was shaky, every drop of snark gone from his lips. Ametrine still could not stop himself from smirking as he ran his hands over the stallion's body, landing a sharp smack on his arse that echoed through the barn as if he had struck the equine with much more force than he had.