Hearing her beg for your king, even in her sleep, sets your loins ablaze. Your knees begin to buckle from from the double pleasure, barely able to hold as you pant above Hannu's head and into Dawyn's face. The burning you feel masks another feeling, one that you puzzle over for a moment before realizing.
'Oh.'
"W-Wyn's close. Or, I a-am," You pant, "Ha... she's so tight, isn't she... my, her clit..."
You could already feel mare juice running down your legs and teats, dripping all over Hannu's back as he keeps going. A part of you very much wants to hear what Dawyn could say, what crass things Hannu could let out as you approach your limit, though you accept that you should at least try to keep quiet and press your lips back against Dawyn just as she begins to open her mouth, almost feeling her scales that you see as you push your tongue in.
With both of you now muffled there are some things that become clearer in hindsight as you fight to keep one eye open: you can't do anything to silence the buck like this, and without your groans there is nothing to mask the wet slapping that seems to be getting louder and louder. That thought is quick to be cast aside though.
'M-Make her yours, H-Hannu~! Give her your f-faaaawns~!'
With one last wet slap Hannu hilts himself into the Dragon mare. A second later you feel Dawyn tense up as she reaches her limit, and a second after that it hits you and sends you over the edge as well. As the pleasure rocks you, you can feel the juices from both of your lovers. Hannu holding on to her tight as he fills her.
"Y-Yesssssss~!" You hear him pant loudly.

What do you do?

>>43234841
The feedback of Dawyn's womb filling with Hannu's seed along with her orgasm and our own was more than enough for us to lose all sense of control. Our head leans back as our body spasms as we attempt to croon Hannu's name.
"Ahhhaaaoohhh~~"
Our vision turns white as we ride this pleasure carriage their rutting has caused us.

>>43234841
"Mmmmmmm!"
Our body quakes as we fight to keep still and from making any sound, pinning Dawyn's head to the ground with our forceful kiss. We're not entirely successful as our chest rests on Hannu's back, and our hips jerk back in time with the throbbing cum shots of the buck below, the quiet sound of our teats slapping against each other sounding like a thunderclap without the sound of our lovers fucking to cover it. The paradoxical sensation of our marehood being filled yet untouched an intoxicating capstone to the experience as we cum hard, clutching our buck and marefriend tight. Despite feeling like we should've fallen to bits ages ago, when we eventually wind down, we remain firmly on our hooves, kissing Dawyn much more delicately.

>>43235022
Seconding!
Had an odd thought about Earth Pony rigidity, where in Luscinia almost curses the fact that she's sturdy and hard to topple, despite how much she enjoys her lovers taking advantage of it. Willing to remove the relevant line if you had something else in mind.

>>43235038
Her rigidity didn't cross my mind. The only thing I was in my mind was basically what can be considered as a "triple orgasm". Even though we're not linked to what Hannu's feeling, he's still unloading himself inside of Dawyn, which is basically like experiencing his orgasm in a way. To top it off, this is filling our fetish quota as well, I just imagine Luscinia absolutely losing it.
Now if only we had enough people to start a gang bang...

>>43235022
>>43235038
>>43235744
The feedback of Dawyn's womb filling with Hannu's seed along with her orgasm is more than enough for you to lose all sense of control. Your head leaning back as your body spasms.
"Ahhhhaaaoohhhh~!"
Your vision turns to white while your body quakes, pinning Dawyn's head to the ground with your rather forceful kiss. You're not completely successful as your chest rests on Hannu's back, your hips jerking back in time with the throbbing cum shots of the buck below, the quiet sound of your teats slapping against each other sounding like thunderclaps without the sound of your lovers fucking to cover it. The paradoxical sensation of your marehood being filled but also untouched an intoxicating capstone to the experience, clutching both your buck and marefriend tight.
Despite feeling like you should have fallen to pieces a while ago, when you start to wind down you find that you remain on your hooves, kissing Dawyn more delicately. The other two start to relax as well, Hannu leaning down to nibble at Dawyn's horns as she remains in her blissful sleep, a smile on her face.

What do you do?

>>43236342
Our thoughts are muddled and swimming in the static filled afterglow, but with us still standing, we can't help but endeavor to let our lovers have a tender moment for as long as possible and enjoying it both directly and vicariously. Admiring the draconic illusion on the brown scaled mare versus what we can feel of her, we don't have the will to wake her from her beauty sleep.
'Are you dreaming of us? You must be... The spell, she will wake when she wants to, so she must very much want to be sleeping to have not awoken yet.'
With Hannu nibbling at her horn, the sensation behind our ear proves that Armas' Thorns is still in place, and that the tingling warm and fullness in our belly isn't some lingering feeling, tilting our head as we're reminded why Dawyn is so fond of her gorgeous horns being admired.
Kissing the top of Hannu's head, we try to return the favor in her stead, suckling and nibbling on one of his prongs as we try listening for activity outside the tent.
Feeling Hannu shuffle about like he's going to pull out, we inhale sharply and bring our hindlegs together to stop him rather firmly.
"Don't..."
We hiss, not meeting his gaze with a massive blush, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for why he shouldn't, when the embarrassing truth is we're still too sensitive, stars at the edge of our vision.
'If he... I may scream.'

>>43235744
This stuff didn't cross my mind, but tried to lean into the angle.
And spells can help with that.

>>43236455
Your thoughts are muddled and swimming within the static filled afterglow, but with you still standing you can't help but let the two have a tender moment. Sitting back and admiring the Draconic illusion on the brown scaled mare versus what you can feel of her, not having the will to wake her from her deep sleep.
'Are you dreaming of us? You must be... The spell, she will wake when she wants to, so she very much wants to be sleeping to have not awoken yet.'
With Hannu nibbling at one of her horns, the sensation that you get behind your ear proves that the spell is still working, and that the tingling warm and fullness in your belly isn't some lingering feeling, tilting your head as you're reminded why Dawyn is so fond of her beautiful horns being admired like this.
Kissing the top of Hannu's head, you try to return the favor by suckling and nibbling at one of his prongs as you try to listen for anything outside of the tent. You don't hear anything though, instead feeling him shift underneath your care.
He keeps shuffling and you realize that he is about to pull out. You inhale sharply and bring your hind legs together around him to stop his movements.
"Don't..."
You hiss at him, not meeting his gaze as he looks up at you, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for why he shouldn't try. The truth being that you feel way too sensitive, stars swimming at the edge of your vision.
'If he... I may scream.'
With one eye closed and finally looking at him as you shake a bit, you see him looking at you in confusion before it turns to understanding and then a loving smile.
Unable to really stop him, he leans up to press his lips against yours and hold it there. Once he does this he starts to try to pull out again.

What do you do?

>>43236673
'Hannu, wait-'
The words don't get out though. If we really truly wanted, we could stop him. Pin him with our body, restrain him with our legs, use any number of spells. Tell him more firmly. When the royal buck's lips meet ours though, we automatically grant him permission and accept the excuse, hindlegs no longer slowing him.
The pleasure transferred from Hannu's buckmeat dragging across Dawyn's sensitive hidden pearl to our fat and equally sensitive mare button, our marehood trying just as hard as Dawyn's slit to keep him inside, the sticky fluids still connecting the two below us, it all makes us want to scream. And we do, a hoof stomping the ground hard as we scream the name of the buck we're kissing.
"HM, HMMOO!"
Another splatter of mare juice paints our tail as we buck against the air some more, eyes rolled back and barely open as a few tears flow. Eventually our eyes drift shut and we slump, looking asleep standing up if not for the fact that we're still breathing rather heavily.

"Y-you... You've made a mess, of me, and her."
It's not even an accusation, just an observation as we shiver again, opening one blurry purple eye to peer at him through our long mane like a veil, a little annoyed now at how our legs refuse to give out and let us rest atop our loves, even as we sag a little with exhaustion.
Raising to our full height above Hannu and Dawyn, we step slowly over them, turning around with an uncharacteristic clumsiness before forcing ourself to drop onto his back. His head plunged into darkness by the blanket draped over us, leaving his backend and part of Dawyn's tail exposed to the cool air
"I'll try to be quick. Just imagine I'm Seija... better yet, focus on Dawyn."
Likely a difficult task with our teats on the back of his neck, but that's his problem as we duck down and start licking him clean.

>>43236673
We melt into his kiss as our scream actually comes out as a pathetic whimper as his cock slides out of our mare's tight pussy, hugging every inch even as it taper near the end. We feel his cum seep out of Dawyn with every motion, enjoying the way it oozes down here tail, but sad it's leaving 'us'.
Once he's fully out we break the kiss, panting heavily as if we were the ones having sex.
"You feel amazing inside of her. I hope she'll remember how you made her feel when she wakes up~"

>>43236767
Seconding! A different direction than I was going. What's the rush about though? Just getting cleaned before Dawyn wakes up?
>Just imagine I'm Seija... better yet, focus on Dawyn."
A bit of a weird line. Not against it, but curious about the meaning.
>>43236673
>as we duck down and start licking him clean
Starting from his sacks down to his tip, our tongue accidentally grazing our mare friend's clit in our hast. A jolt of pleasure tingles down us, causing us to twitch slightly. After gathering our bearings again, we continue lap up the love batter of our two lovers.

>>43236949
>rush
Head's a bit empty, and I only had that specific direction in mind. That and Dawyn waking up to us cleaning up comes to mind. No reason we can't linger after cleaning up a little. That, and i was picturing the act as more methodical.
>weird line
Probably, definitely not fully back into Luscinia's mindset. Was meant to be a tease about Seija and her being a maid, aluding to her potentially enjoying cleaning.

>>43236912
Seconding

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