The Emperor's New Pony (15 page)

She must, for the loveliness of the sensation nearly overwhelmed her into fainting for long minutes, as her whole bottom and her upper thighs were spread with the balm, his knowing fingers delicately soothing each welt. She had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out now, because between the balm and Ranin’s fingers, the ache of the whipping had turned into a wet, burning need between her thighs. She wanted soothing, yes, but the need for Ranin, for Ranin’s cock—the need to become his at last—rose much, much higher than it ever had.

Her heart beat faster and faster. Surely Ranin could feel the heat there? Surely he could even catch the scent of how she needed him, though he scrupulously left her knees together, and when she tried to part them, he gently forbade it with his strong hands?

He was done with the balm, and now he merely stroked the small of her back, and yet Edera felt she would go mad with desire. He moved the stool back to the head of the bed, still stroking her back.

She turned her cheek to the pillow again. “Ranin?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I am going to give you a command, and you must obey it.”

“What is it?”

Edera thought her blush might set fire to the bed. “Swear you will obey me.”

“Your highness,” he whispered seriously. “I swore to protect you. My foolish obedience to you I do not swear to repeat, but if there is anything I can do to please you—anything—I will do it.”

Edera took her upper lip in her teeth and chewed it for a moment. Could she really… could she really say it?

“Will you… that is to say… I beg of you to… to mount me, my lord.”

Ranin’s eyes widened in surprise and, Edera thought, alarm. “Your highness, you must not ask that of me.”

“Why?” She felt herself starting to cry. “Why? I love you, my lord. I love you so much, and you are so good to me, and… I long for it. I long for it beyond anything else, even my country restored. I long to have your hardness inside me and I feel I shall die if I do not. I shall die if it is not you who makes me a woman.”

“Oh, Edera—oh, my love,” he said, and put his arms around her and kissed her. Then, to her astonished joy, he said, “You are going to get up, and I am going to lie down, and you will get atop me, do you understand?”

Mystified, she shook her head.

“You are going to ride me now.” He kissed her harder, with a real, searching kiss, and she felt her whole being seem to melt into his. “I will show you.”

Edera nodded, still wondering what he meant, for she had only ever seen cocks go into fillies from behind. She rose, Ranin took off his breeches, lay down upon his back, and then he put his hands out.

But Edera had gone so long without seeing his beautiful cock that she just had to kiss it in greeting, and suckle it for a while, and now it was Ranin’s turn to have to stifle the noises of pleasure that his young princess forced upon him. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his breathing labored, as he twined his fingers in her hair. He pushed her head down a little bit, as if almost guilty to demand such shameful service, but Edera loved knowing that he wanted to master her that way, as he mastered her with the whip. To have his hardness big in her mouth, to know she had to please him thus, seemed to turn her loins to molten gold.

Thinking of the strange thoughts that had passed through her mind in the arena, of the way somehow despite the shame and the agony of it there had been a blessedness, too, and feeling that she could never get enough of sucking her chancellor’s cock in return for that blessing, she had a twinge of regret when he raised her up and murmured, “Come and lie astride me now.”

She obeyed, and instantly she understood what he had meant, for his wonderful cock slipped along her cunt just where she knew it should, and when he lodged the head gently there, moving himself to tease and rouse her, she gave a little cry, for it did not hurt at all. She looked down at his face, smiling up at her though still with an air of concern that touched her deeply. She put her hands on his strong chest, loving the way his sinews there seemed to feel like a protection for her in themselves.

Ranin reached his hands up and took her little breasts in them, playing with her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and making her close her eyes and bite her lips with the pleasure.

“Ride me now, my love,” he said, so softly that she almost felt she had imagined it.

With little whimpers, she pushed herself onto his cock, until he had reached the place where she must be opened. “Be brave,” he said. “Be brave, my brave girl.”

Edera bit her cheek and pushed hard, as Ranin took her bottom in his hands to help. The pain from the welts seemed not to be pain as she had known it, but rather a kind of pleasure greater than any pleasure she had ever known, as she felt his cock rip through the barrier of her maidenhead. Still biting her cheek to keep from screaming, she gave an agonized moan, as she felt her bottom come to rest on Ranin’s thighs.

“Look, my love,” he said. “Look.”

Edera looked down at where she had a cock inside her now, at where she was a woman. There was a little blood, but the sight of Ranin impaling her seemed to make pleasure expand in her belly like a shining bubble, and without even thinking about it, she began to ride him, making tiny noises of pleasure in her throat that she could not help making even if the emperor himself stood there beating her for them. Nor did she think she would ever be able to stop riding Ranin’s cock, for the feeling of being his that way, of being mounted by mounting, simply overwhelmed every sensation but itself. Edera felt that her soul flew upon the pleasure, out the window and into the dawn sky, until at last she came, and came, and came, trying desperately not to scream and mostly succeeding.

Then Ranin came, too, inside her, holding her bottom so tightly that Edera had to give a real whimper of pain, though at the same time she had a sudden realization that seemed to make a strange kind of sense of everything: she liked it when Ranin hurt her. She liked it because it meant that he loved her, because he would never bother to hurt his princess unless he adored her—the way he had spanked her so tenderly, the way he had just fucked her so tenderly.

After the spasms had gone from his body, Ranin gathered her down onto his chest, in his strong arms.

“I am sorry I hurt you, my love,” he said. “The pleasure… it was too great, and I could not contain myself.”

Edera kissed his chest, smiled, and kissed there again, while Ranin stroked her hair. “Do not be sorry, my lord,” she whispered. “Love me, and hurt me, and be mine. As you are my trainer, I will be your filly forever.”

“A filly who rides her trainer?”

Edera looked up into his laughing face, and thought she had never seen anything more beautiful—even his cock. “Sometimes? But…”

“What?”

“You will… cover me… soon? The way they cover the other fillies… from behind? And you will have me in my bottom? I want to be your filly, as I should be.”

Ranin shook his head in wonder. “Yes, my love. I don’t think I can keep myself from it, now that I know you wish it. But we must hide from the emperor that I have had you.”

Edera giggled. “Had me? I like that way of putting it.”

“I do too,” Ranin said. “Very much. But we want the emperor to think that the worst punishment he can visit upon us is to have me mount you. When the time comes for him to test our obedience—and I believe it will come soon—we must be ready to look as if we are truly obeying him. Do you understand?”

“No, not truly. But, my lord and my love, the chancellor and marshal of my heart…” She smiled down at him, pushing herself up onto her elbows. Ranin looked quizzically up into her eyes. She kissed him. “I trust you, and I heed you, and I always shall. And if I do not… “

She kissed him again and again.

“What?” he murmured.

“You will spank me,” Edera giggled.

“Yes,” Ranin growled, taking her bottom into his hand and giving it a little squeeze that made her yelp. “Yes. Yes, I shall.”

Chapter Seventeen

They began the imperial standard training as soon as Edera could canter again without pain. In the meanwhile, at Edera’s constant request and despite the lingering soreness from her whipping in the arena that she averred made the pleasure so much greater for her, Ranin fucked his princess in her stall, every way he knew how to fuck a girl, and some ways he had not previously conceived.

He was astonished to find that something about the whipping seemed to have endeared him to Edera beyond anything he had ever imagined a princess might feel for one of her loyal subjects. The day after she had ridden his manhood upon his pallet, and given him the greatest pleasure he had ever felt in lovemaking, he came to her stall to groom her at evening and found her waiting for him on all fours with her bottom up, over spread knees, and her face turned back over her shoulder to see him and study his reaction to the sight of his lovely filly so ready for mounting.

She did not yet have her tail back in her rump, so as to help the recovery of her bruised backside where the welts were now purple. As he approached with what he was sure was an expression of disbelief then, he could not take his eyes from the sweet little dimple of her bottom hole, so shamefully displayed. Edera gave a tiny whinny and bounced her bottom a little, to tell him how she hoped he would keep the promise he had made the night before, that he would mount her there.

How could he deny either the hardness of his cock or how eager Edera seemed to be to undergo every shameful amorous thing she could imagine? Ranin closed the stall door, and stepped forward to fuck his princess up the beautiful arse he had punished so terribly.

He dropped the flap of his breeches, and anointed himself with saddle oil. He brought the head of his cock against her there, and she whinnied again, happily, with a smile on her face so beatific that he could scarcely reconcile it with the proud Edera of Amidia he had known before Maq. Then he pushed, and groaned softly from his chest at how beautifully his princess opened her arsehole to his cock, trained by months of taking her tail there.

Edera gave a little cry of alarm, for Ranin’s cock was bigger than her tail, and her tail did not drive in and out of her bottom as Ranin could not help doing instantly, his wits overcome by the exquisite feeling of her tightness around him, her submission to him. But Ranin could not stop, and he knew he should not stop, for just as he had felt it when he rode her in the ring in front of the emperor he felt it now, riding her in her most shameful place: Edera needed his mastery and his guidance, even when that mastery came in the form of lascivious things neither of them would ever have contemplated before their strange adventure began with her foolhardy decision.

At that moment, as he began to come inside his princess’ bottom, reaching his hand down to soothe her, but roughly, so that she too came quick and hard at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside her, he blessed her foolish, headstrong decision. Perhaps he would recover Amidia, but the joy of loving Edera and feeling her love for him in return, man for woman, trainer for filly, protector for princess, made that tiny principality seem of little consequence. He had found a strange heaven of love with his wonderful filly, and to hold her in his lap, sitting on the low stool in his stall and brushing her hair, smiling to see his seed trickle from her bottom hole, made him happier to be Goodman Versal than he had ever been as Lord High Chancellor Ranin.

It was easy enough to bring to Edera some of the bitter tea that the stable boys gave to the fillies who weren’t yet to be allowed to grow big with child. They brewed it in big pots, and there was always some spilled at the end of the day. Edera made a face and murmured, “I shall give you an heir someday, my lord,” but she drank it down obediently. Words could not express how happy that idea made him, but of course they must avoid getting a child until they found safety somewhere, and in the meantime Edera would not let him go three hours together without mounting her, as far as he could tell.

It was a strange position in which to find himself, he thought, whether as her lord chancellor and marshal of horse or as her trainer in the imperial stables: friskier than any filly he had ever met, whether in equine or in human form, Edera seemed to be training
him
—but training him to train
her
in the ways of the cock and the tongue and the lascivious finger moving in and out of her most shameful places until she cried out in submission.

The day before they were to start training in earnest again, when the marks of the arena whipping were hardly visible at all when he inspected her wonderful bottom, careful to let his fingers linger upon the little ring there that gave him so much pleasure, Edera shyly confessed that she thought bottom fucking was her favorite.

“Why?” Ranin asked, chuckling at just how frisky his filly had become.

“Maybe it’s the tail?” she replied, giggling. “It feels like I should have something in there, to teach me to be good.”

Ranin sat on the trainer’s stool, and Edera stood, bending over in front of him, clasping her ankles so he could inspect her as thoroughly as necessary. As usual, he wondered whether he would go mad with desire for her. She seemed to want to fuck all the time, but that seemed to him only a pale echo of what he felt he would like to do to her: somehow, against reason and nature, to have her on his cock every minute of every day.

He pushed his forefinger gently inside her sweet bottom hole, and she sighed. “Will this make you a better girl for me?” he asked teasingly.

“Oh… oh, yes… my lord.”

He stood her up and turned her around. She looked at him with a sort of mock reproach that made him laugh as he settled her astride him upon his cock, which, although he must admit he adored fucking her in her pretty little arse, was his own favorite way, because he could look at her face and watch her chew her lower lip with the pleasure in her cunt.

“And what about this way?” he murmured.

“I… I like it… my lord. Right now… right now I like it… v-very much.”