Gaining Company (Private w/Sword Symphony)

Angel descended back onto the shaft of her companion ever so slowly. It felt so good it was hurting, that wasn't anything odd though, a lot of stuff that felt good hurt. Her wings, as painfully stiff as they were now, were always in pain for her despite being the strongest part of her frail body. That's how flying just was for her, but this wasn't flying this was fucking, and she wasn't about to just stop that'd be going too far. Angel groaned in a mixed middle of ecstasy and pain the entire descent, going all the way down she could without bending impossibly onto Sword's shaft. Before ascending and descending again and again gradually she got quicker despite the fact the pain didn't leave her nethers as she impaled herself over and over. Her groans of pain and bliss became mixed and came out as one quiet high pitched moan. She was determined to milk him regardless, and his seed had another place to fill besides her appetite.

As she descended, he'd lightly thrust up into her, hooves placed on the sides of her flank, guiding her up and down him as his cock throbbed with pleasure, him grunting and groaning with enthusiasm despite the jolt of pain that hit his side every time she came down. "Yeah....just like...oh Luna! Just like that you sexy mare!" he groaned out as they continued, him thrusting up a little harder now, the pressure building slowly in the bottom of his shaft as they rutted.

"Y- your c- cock is so big. Please don't stop." She said in between moans and pants, being pierced over and over by Sword's fifth appendage, he could have stuck his arm inside her it felt like. As he grabbed her flanks and started to quicken the pace Angel was no longer moaning or panting. She was making quiet feminine squeaks, her vaginal walls clutching down on Sword's dick harder than before as she reached her first orgasm, as it stopped she collapsed into Sword's chest his thrusts the only movement left between the two. Looking up at him with eyes of an innocent little angelic puppy dog about to cry she whispered, "Please don't stop, it feels so good."

He complied with her demand, grasping her flanks firmly as he thrusted into her over and over again, his tip beginning to flare as he felt her orgasm around his length. Wrapping his front hooves around her, he held her close as he began to thrust rapidly, tip flaring out signaling his climax. "Angellllll.....I...Imma..." he let out a loud groan as he slammed up one more time, his tip flaring fully as he shot rope after rope of his sticky virile seed into her tight folds, his eyes rolling back as he came, grip slackening on her now as he panted for breath.

Angel moaned again as Sword began to get more Aggresive with his thrusts, "Sword come inside me, fill me up." she pleaded as she felt him start to release. Each wad after wad made her nethers hotter and hotter, filling her lower body with his seed and causing her to let out her first loud almost sluttish moan. One that was very out of character for her to make, but at the moment it felt so good. As she felt him finish she made her way off Jr. Turning about and licking Sword's member clean as quick as possible, she was tired now, sleep sounded good. Shuffling further up she snuggled up next to Sword his breathing was already heavy enough from just unloading in her, so she simple gave him a peck on the check, "Good Night Sword. Happy Hearth's Warming."

Sword jerked with pleasure a few more times as she licked his member clean, it finally beginning to retreat back into its sheathe, him feeling woozy as she snuggled up to him and pecked his cheek. "Mhmmhmm... G'night....Happy...Hearth's Warming...to you to..." He mumbled as he drifted off to sleep. He wouldn't awaken till a few hours past noon minimum, he was utterly spent.

Angel had slept soundly through out and when she finally awoke it was in a strange unknown location, it smelled like liquor and she realized she had been drinking the night before ho- their was another pony in the bed. Not just anypony, but a male pegasus his wing was somewhat draped out rather than completely folded in. This scared her still, who was he, where was she, why did she feel content with just staying right up next to him, why did her hangover taste of apples and salt? All of these were questions racing about her, it was easily ten in the morning on Hearth's Warming day. Slipping out of Sword's grasp and out and over to the window. The kids were obviously in the streets playing with brand new toys from the windows view. Turning around she walked out of the room leaving the door open, her mane was a mess, but she figured if she went to a stallion's house then she was brushless. He had probably offered her a place to stay for the night since she wasn't anywhere near home when she had started drinking... Where was she now! Angel started to quake under the nervous fear of the situation. Her solution was her brackets, she reactivated them and they swarmed into place on her body. Looking into the kitchen she found the cabinets almost completely bare except for a box of pancake mix, next she checked the fridge and found milk, eggs, and a unopened pack of hay bacon... The fridge had all sorts of other things stuffed in it... Why canned goods were in a fridge was beyond her sleepy mind so she just started cooking, she had looked all around the cabinets and had managed to find a two skillets. This was good, quickly turning on the stove and setting up the skillets she got the cooking pancakes and the hay bacon, the smell traveling through the house.

A little ways into the afternoon, Sword's eyes rather reluctantly opened. He couldn't recall sleep this well in a long time. Sniffing, his nose wrinkled. His room smelt like 2 ponies had spent the night rutting each other senseless. Taking a look at himself, he corrected his statement. It looked like he'd spent the night rutting somepony senseless. His fur was matted, and his groin and sheathe felt sticky. Still, he crawled out of bed, his mind too occupied at the moment to notice the pain in his side. Opening the door, he could swear he smelt someone had been cooking at one point. Probably the pony I brought home last night. he mused to himself as he descended his staircase, heading straight for the coffee pot and getting it set and brewing. While he waited, he headed towards the living room, and the comfort of his cloud couch.

In said living room, on said couch sat the pure white Angel. Half asleep her face a mixture boredom and deep thought. On the coffee table in front of her sat a large plate of hay bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Not much of a holiday breakfast, but it was the best she could do. Hearing the stallion of this house shuffle she had decided to take a moment to gather the thoughts rotating about her mind. What happened exactly among a few other questions, like if he had a bath she could use. By the time Sword had reached down stairs, Angel had started dozing off. Taking no notice as he set up for a pot of coffee or when he started towards the living room.

As he walked into the room, he took note of the mare currently dozing on his couch, carefully taking a seat in his well worn, but highly comfortable chair across from her, waiting to hear the beep from his coffee maker that would signal that it was done. "So this must be the mare I brought home last evening." Through groggy eyes, he gave her a once over. "Not bad for a depressed, injured stallion drinking away a holiday at the local bar..."

*Beep*

His ears perked. "Oh thank Luna." He muttered as he wearily trotted back into the kitchen, poured himself a steep, steaming cup of coffee, and walked back into the kitchen and sat back down, taking a long draught and sighing happily, feeling rather good, his wound not aching currently and himself feeling rather high spirited in comparison to his more morose disposition as of late. "Perhaps I should get laid more often, seems to have done wonders for me today...