Athena Rose has a special gift for Honey Comb. Someone's been naughty~
(contains: Vanilla sex with a touch of roughness, powerful female, submissive male)
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The living room was littered a variety of paper; mostly tissue and wrapping. A few boxes were scattered about the carpet. Piles of presents sat in their respective spaces, closest to their recipients. A boyish giggle escaped from Honey Comb as Athena's upper lip was painted with a hot chocolate mustache.
"Whats so funny?" She asked, a mockingly accusatory tint in her voice
"You. You have a chocolate mustache!" He snickered again.
"Where?" She brought her hoof to her mouth with a playful smile, smearing some of the chocolate off. "Did I get it?"
"Almost. Here." Honey scooted closer to her, and brought a hoof up to her face. She nuzzled into his hoof for a moment with her eyes closed, before he leaned in to press his lips to hers. The moment erupted with tenderness. The fire in the fireplace wasn't the only thing sending shivers down Athena's spine. She leaned up more on her knees, gaining level above her partner. He parted his lips submissively, and the kiss slowly become less and less appropriate. In a matter of moments, Athena had him pinned to the ground, almost sitting on his chest.
Athena pulled back the best he could, giving Honey the hint to do the same. Both of them were a little more than out of breath. Athena grinned down at him in such a way that it made Honey want to break out in a nervous sweat.
"W- What?" His eyes darted across hers wildly.
"Stay here." Athena pushed herself off of him, and headed for the bedroom. Honey took a shaky breath and pushed his back up against the couch so he was sitting up on the floor.
Honey has his head leaned back on the cushion with his eyes closed when he heard Athena walk into the room. When he opened his eyes and looked forward, he saw Athena on her back hooves leaning against the doorway. She was wearing the most delicate red lingerie, complete with with fuzz rimming each piece of fabric. The top dipped low into the curve of her stomach, and wrapped around her waist with an almost nonexistent stretch of fabric. A scrap of fabric covered her mare-bits, and her tail flicked playfully. A Santa hat sat low on her head, more like a beanie. She wore the dirtiest look on her face, a face that made Honey's convert into what could only be described as embarrassed desire.
"W- What is this?" He choked out, after clearing his throat a few times. He could feel his blood turn hot, and rush downwards. Save, of course, for the bit that filled his cheeks to turn them a crimson red.
"Your Christmas present. Don't you like it?" Athena looked down to see her body and pouted playfully. Who was she kidding- she knew she looked irresistible. Athena never did have a confidence problem.
"Hh-- y- yeah yo- you look g--" He tried to stammer out before Athena cut him off by dropping to all four hooves and sauntering over to him. The way her hips swayed only made his muscles tighten harder.
"You don't have to say anything love. Why don't you let this do the talking." She gestured to his raging erection. It stood at a healthy nine inches, which was of course normal -if not a little longer- for a pony. She smiled and locked eyes with him. She swears she heard him whimper at the mere sight of her. She hadn't even touched him yet and here he was at full mast. The black Santa belt that cinched her already small waistline was driving him crazy.
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