Leaning down, Rookwood took the entirety of Luna’s clitoral mound into his mouth, applying heavy suction, the tip of his tongue working its way under the clitoral hood. He tugged and pulled, lifting his head, stretching the flesh taught and making Luna cry out in lustful surprise.

He continued to pull and tug, pulling to one side, and then the other, then up, and then downwards, until finally he moved his head around in a circular motion, gently kneading the entire expanse of flesh within his mouth using his tongue.

After several minutes of doing this, he tugged her flesh until the pull was almost painfully taut, and then slowly allowed the flesh within his mouth to escape, letting it slide between tightly pressed lips.

Finally, all he had left in his mouth was her rock hard nubbin, which he allowed to slip free after a final parting tickle with his tongue, and it slid from his pursed lips with a wet squelching “pop” sound.

Luna’s barrel was already heaving, her mouth open, her orange tongue out and panting.

“Does that please my Princess?” Rookwood asked rhetorically.

Luna did could reply, not with words, but she managed a nod after several moments of heavy breathing. She squirmed, and there was a wet slurping sound as her inner folds were pulled apart as she spread her legs, desperate to cool her fevered filly bits.

Her horn flashed in a bright burst of light, and Rookwood found himself on the bed beside her. Luna was on him in moments, sprawling over his barrel, pinning him down.

“Time for you to get a taste of your own medicine, you lecherous knave,” she growled. “Let’s see you squirm and beg!”

“Luna, no, I can’t do this to you,” Rookwood protested, feeling Luna’s hot breath on his sheath.

“You can and will, I do this of my own volition. This is my choice. This is not done in humiliation or to debase me,” Luna argued. She gave a nip to the edge of Rookwood’s sheath, causing his whole body to go rigid for a moment.

“Luna, I feel bad about this, I’ve seen you endure this in your past, how it shamed you, I don’t know if I can,” Rookwood protested.

“This does not shame me, this empowers me. I do this to please myself and my husband. You are not holding something over my head or coercing me into this act,” Luna retorted. She gave a curious lick and felt something respond.

“Luna, we’ve talked only briefly about the changes to my body, and what comes out, I don’t know how it will be for you,” Rookwood whined, trying to squirm away, the Immortal Lord of Psychopomps now feeling mortal fear as he tried to escape.

“Then I shall find out, or you can just blow your load all over me as you have so many times before,” Luna growled, nipping again at the edge of Rookwood’s sheath. Something was beginning to peek out. She gave the exposed tip a lewd lick.

Rookwood shuddered, fell still for a moment, and then resumed his halfhearted attempts to get away.

“Come on Rookwood, I know the hearts of stallions, and every stallion wants to look down and see the lips of the mare he loves wrapped around his veiny cock, and her eyes peering up at him so sweetly,” Luna teased.

“Maybe I do, but not at your expense,” Rookwood retorted, still trying to escape.

Luna pulled him back to the center of the bed using her magic, and she pressed more of her weight down on top of him. She began to plant little kisses all around the base of his now growing shaft, and occasionally one of the kisses was a painful nip, asserting her dominance.

Rookwood felt an odd sense of shame and lust as a low moan escaped his lips. He felt his hips thrust involuntarily, trying to grind against something that wasn’t there for more sensation.

“Luna… ahoohah… promise me you will not… you will not… mmmf… Luna you must promise me that you will not gag yourself or hurt yourself in any way, not for my pleasure, please… oh damn…” Rookwood gasped.

“You don’t want me trying to deepthroat you?” Luna asked.

“No, please… I am begging you, not to do that. Please… I couldn’t bear it,” Rookwood replied.

“Very well, this time, I will merely explore what seems pleasurable for both of us,” Luna agreed. She drew her tongue along the partially hardened shaft, going from balls to tip, pausing along the ring halfway up to tickle with her tongue.

Luna delighted in watching Rookwood squirm beneath her, his moans and cries setting off a blistering heat in her nethers. This was an entirely new sensation for her… she had not been aware that by doing this, she would feel pleasure as well. She rubbed her velvet cheek along the hardening shaft, rubbing up and down along side of it, and she felt Rookwood writhe beneath her as she did so.

Luna was well over a thousand years old and only now truly exploring her sexuality, finding out what made her tick as a mare. And she liked this. This was merely another element of control and trust. She felt Rookwood tugging at her backside, trying to maneuver her over his body.

“No,” Luna said, “I don’t want to be distracted by you doing what you do so well,” she stated. “I want to be able to pay attention and find out what works here,” she explained.

There was another insistent tug on her backside, and she felt herself being pulled closer. Luna nipped the fleshy ring around Rookwood’s now throbbing cock, pinching the flesh lightly with her teeth. He froze for a long moment, and shuddered. “Oh, you like that!” she crowed in triumph. She nipped again, delivering a small dose of pleasurable pain, not actually wanting to cause serious harm.

The tugging on her backside stopped.

“Who is your Princess?” Luna demanded.

“You are my Mistress!” Rookwood replied.

“Who is your master?” Luna questioned before giving a lick that ran from ring to tip, her tongue lingering around the opening as something grey oozed from the opening.

“I am your slave,” Rookwood confessed in a trembling voice. “All I am and all I will ever be, I exist as your slave. I cheated death to serve you for all eternity.”

“Whatever this is, it is salty, has an umami flavour, and doesn’t exist entirely in the physical realm,” Luna announced after she ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth, trying to gain an understanding and appreciation of the flavour. Luna wrapped her lips around the head of Rookwood’s cock, squeezed her lips fiercely, and then slid down, taking in only a few inches.

While much had changed about Rookwood, Hades had left one part of him alone. Rookwood’s stallionhood was much the same as it was, short, skinny, and entirely non-threatening as far as phalluses go. Luna loved every inch of it, and was glad that it hadn’t really changed. Rookwood was still Rookwood in the ways that mattered to Luna. She undulated her tongue along the underside of Rookwood’s shaft and was rewarded with a whimpering cry of pleasure.

“Who rules you?” Luna demanded as she pulled away from the slick cock she had been slurping on.

“Oh you do my Mistress,” Rookwood replied, his hips thrusting softly.

Luna was enjoying this back and forth a great deal. She felt powerful. She felt aroused. She felt emotionally satisfied. She took him into her mouth again, and began to run her tongue around his shaft, around and around, moving in a clockwise manner.

“Oh my Mistress, a warning, if you keep this up, I am going to make quite a mess,” Rookwood warned, his voice quavering.

Luna pressed on, intrigued and curious, wondering if she would enjoy it this time where she had hated it so much before. She began to feel odd conflicting emotions. She lapped upon the shaft, finding the line of rough tissue that was the nerve channel that ran along the bottom. She ran the tip of her tongue along the ridge of nerves.

She felt his cock twitching and jerking during her ministrations.

Cursing her own memories, she pulled away.

“What is wrong?” Rookwood asked, a sense of urgency in his voice.

“I can’t,” Luna admitted. “I was going to lick you into submission like you do for me, but I can’t bear the thought of it going off in my face,” Luna said sadly.

“Thats alright Luna, really, there are other ways to finish this,” Rookwood soothed. “I tried to warn you so it wouldn’t just go off in your face.”

“Sometimes I wonder if I deserve you,” Luna said, looking at the awaiting throbbing cock inches away from her face. More grey ooze spurted from the tip and began to trickle down the shaft.

“Don’t say that,” Rookwood begged.

“We need to finish this, this must be torture for you, how shall we proceed?” Luna asked.

“We don’t have to finish, you seem upset,” Rookwood replied.

“Look at it, it is about to explode Rookwood, you can actually see it throbbing each time your heart beats,” Luna said, casting a glance at the expectant organ bobbing back and forth like a metronome.

Rookwood slid out from beneath her and then rolled her over.

“And once again, this becomes about me,” Luna huffed.

“Does that really bother you?” Rookwood asked.

“Yes, you are about give me some fantastic orgasm after I’ve failed you, delaying your own needs, and after looking after mine, you will act upon yours as an afterthought, and this bothers me,” Luna whined.

“Fine then, if it means so much, I shall punish you,” Rookwood muttered.

Luna looked up at him sourly. “You would deny your Mistress?” she asked, a pout upon her lips.

“Maybe,” he responded, maneuvering over her body. He eased himself up against her, and Luna felt his hardness against her softness.

Luna felt a teasing prod at her entrance, Rookwood’s tip becoming drenched in her desire. There were a few more prods, but no penetration, and Luna started to feel the old familiar frustration of being teased.

And then, the tip was pulled away.

“You tease!” Luna accused.

The tip was thrust back, but in another location.

“Rookwood?” Luna asked.

“If you actually say stop, I will,” Rookwood promised. “Otherwise, I am going to selfishly indulge myself.

Luna looked up at him, her lower lip protruding in a pout. “You are a naughty stallion,” she murmured. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Luna’s eyes opened wide as something pressed against her pucker solidly, demanding entrance. Rookwood wasn’t joking. She squirmed, not really knowing what to do, not wanting to say stop, not after failing to deliver the goods on the blowjob.

Rookwood loomed over Luna, his belly pressed against her own large rounded belly, his weight supported on his forelegs, one hoof planted on each side of Luna’s body. He paused, wiggled his hips, adjusted his angle, and tried again.

“OooOOOOoooOOOH!” Luna cried, feeling something beginning to stretch and give way, and the first hint of actual penetration taking place. She looked up at Rookwood with wide eyed surprise, her face still frozen in a pout, her lower lip still protruding enough for birds to land upon it.

Luna could feel Rookwood’s belly sliding over her protruding throbbing clitoris. She ground herself against him, and in doing so, angled her hips perfectly for just one moment.

One moment was all that Rookwood needed, and the slipped his tip inside of her, causing Luna to moan.

But Luna did not say stop.

There was just enough moisture on his cock to be slick, and Rookwood pressed his advantage, driving himself in deeper, a little at a time, not wanting to actually hurt the mare he loved, but enjoying the feeling of a little dominance. She was still technically in control, and if she said stop, he would.

Rookwood probed her pucker, feeling the tight wrinkle of flesh clenching around him as he wiggled the tip around inside of her. As he moved, his weight pressed down upon her clitoral mound. Luna began to moan as he situated himself to penetrate a little deeper.

He rocked his hips back and forth, nearing his climax, content to slip in only a few inches. He didn’t bother trying to hilt himself, he was stimulating the tip to rapidly hasten his own climax.

“This… this feels very good when it isn’t forced,” Luna breathed, still shooting Rookwood a pouting look, which inflamed her mate’s desire.

Luna felt herself go off from the pressure on her nubbin, and her whole body tensed from her orgasm, clenching her pucker even tighter around Rookwood’s meaty length.

The increased squeeze triggered a base need to actually penetrate deep within Rookwood, and he drove himself in up to his ring, causing Luna to gasp and writhe beneath him, but she did not say stop. She bucked her hips upwards, trying to ease the feeling of pressure as Rookwood continued to bugger her.

Her repositioning allowed for smoother thrusting on Rookwood’s part, and he picked up the pace, grinding away now, a low growl coming from his throat.

Luna bit down on her lip, still pouting, her narrowed eyes looking up at Rookwood accusingly, letting him know what she thought of him taking her so roughly and making her his mare. She felt his thrusting increase, and she knew he was close. She prepared herself, wondering if he would slip it all the way in as he came, and for a moment, the fear of being so thoroughly penetrated made her shiver with delicious fear. She orgasmed again, a small one, a quick and dirty climax brought about by fear and cheap thrills, feeling a hot throbbing cock violating her pucker once again, only this time, it was on her terms. She could make this stop at any time… but felt no need to do so.

The hot friction was too much and Rookwood came, careful not to ram himself in too deeply, slipping in only as deep as his ring, blowing a hot load of black shadow spunk deep inside of his love, which made Luna moan as she felt the searingly hot liquid flood her insides. There were a few more thrusts, a few more squirts, and then finally, Rookwood pulled out of her and flopped down on the bed beside her.

There was a warm delightful dribble of spunk trickling out of her clenching pucker, and Luna shivered as she felt it ooze out and slide down to her dock. She felt hot down there, the flesh on flesh friction was truly marvelous, and more importantly, she had enjoyed it.

Luna wondered if Rookwood would enjoy it when she decided to pay him back.

Author's Notes:

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