"I... Need Your Dick"

You blush fiercely. It is not like you have never used the word "dick" in front of someone before, but the raw boldness of saying it in this situation is enough to make your face crimson once more. Especially since you specifically stated your desire for the dick of someone you were certain you absolutely hated until just now.

The confident grin on Victor's face grows almost manic as his eyes sparkle with triumph and he suddenly bends over just enough to grab you by your underarms and haul you back to your feet. Not a single word of protest is allowed to escape your lips before his mouth is upon your, kissing you fiercely. His tongue wastes little time prying open your easily yielding lips and teeth to explore the inside of your mouth, your own tongue only meekly moving in response when his demands one. His hands quickly shift to your breasts, squeezing them through your uniform top as his thumbs press against your nipples, which send tingles of raw pleasure up your spine much more powerful than any your own hands have ever managed. What else can you do but arch your back towards him to give his hands even easier access to them?

When he finally comes up for air, still kneading your left breast as his right moves up towards the top button of your shirt, he stares at you with a raw lust no man or woman has ever shown you before. "Not my usual type," he mutters before unbuttoning your blouse in a way careful enough not to rip it, but quickly and firmly enough to show he will not suffer you having it on for any longer than necessary, "but some opportunities require going outside your comfort zone, don't they?"

Out of breath from your first kiss, you can only nod weakly as Victor finally stops fondling your tit so his strong hands can slide your now unbuttoned shirt off your shoulders and then the rest of the way off your body. Your top barely has time to hit the floor before he deftly moves down to your skirt, undoing the zipper so it can swiftly join the pile of cloth around your feet.

Your face somehow finds it within itself to flush even redder as you now stand before Victor in your plain white bra and panties. He looks you over once, taking note of your modest cleavage, the fact your nipples are visibly poking through the material, your slender belly, your shapely legs that you consider your best feature, and the visible stain of arousal at the core of your crotch.

Meanwhile, your gaze wanders back down to his dick. The hard, thick, throbbing rod still glistens with Parisa's spittle but that does not deter you from reaching your hand towards it. You want to feel it in your grasp, rub it, maybe even drop to your knees and lick it before taking it in your mo--

Victor's left hand is suddenly around your throat. He does not squeeze at all, but the feel of the firm strength in his fingers causes you to freeze in place. "No," he growls, "You'll have chances to please me... if I so choose. But before a Pony, especially a feisty one like you, can be trusted, they must be broken in."

You tremble from something that is not fear and let your hand drop back to your side. Victor lets go of your neck so that he can trace the shape of your collarbone with his left forefinger while his right hand reaches behind you and easily undoes the clasp of your bra. "And a Pony is best broken in by being ridden. Hard."

Again, you shiver meekly as the man towering over you slips his hands under your now loose bra straps and removes yet another article of clothing from your body. Your tits may not be anywhere near as big as Parisa's but you do like to think they qualify as pleasingly perky. You are a little self conscious about your nipples being a bit on the large side, though Victor does not seem to mind as he idly flicks his thumbs over them, making you gasp. Were you always this sensitive, or is there something about how... wrong this situation is that's heightening your body's reactions?

However, the sensation of your breasts being teased is nothing compared to when he slides one hand down your torso, over your smooth stomach, into your panties, past the stubble of your shaved bush, and comes into direct contact with your wet pussy. Whatever strength you had in your legs leaves you as he seems to know exactly where to touch your core, stroking your lower lips, spreading them open to slip a finger between and tease the quivering pink within. When his thumb finds your clit, teasing it out from under its hood to rub back and forth against it, your knees outright buckle from the blinding bolts of pleasure that shoot through your entire body and you find yourself falling forward, slumping against Victor's shoulder as you shudder.

"My," Victor chuckles as he pulls his fingers out of your panties, "Quite a quick shot, aren't you?"

Before you can gather your thoughts enough to feel ashamed at how effortlessly your first orgasm via a sexual partner was drawn out of you, Victor sweeps you up in his arms and carries you to your bed to unceremoniously dump you on it. You lay there for a moment, your consciousness fuzzy as you stare up at the ceiling for an uncertain period of time.

When you manage to lift up your head again, you see Victor has now completely stripped down and your breath catches in your throat. He is lean but muscular with arms and legs that are clearly powerful without being weighted down with excess bulk, an equally lean but powerful torso with well-sculpted pectorals and a stomach that is flat with just a hint of a six-pack visible. Of course, his large, thick, rigid penis is still on display, and now you can see his balls are of an equally impressive size and you can only imagine how much cum is churning inside them, waiting to be pumped inside of you.

At some point he must have fished a small vial of some sort out of one of his pockets from the clothes on the ground and drunken its contents, as the sudden movement of him tossing the empty container aside is what finally breaks your attention from his manhood. He approaches you, leaning over so that he can remove your shoes before he once more reaches under your panties, though this time it is so he can hook his fingers around the waistband and slide them down. You lift your hips and then raise your legs to let him do so more easily and soon you are left only in your socks, your glistening pussy on display as your legs reflexively part once they are lowered back onto the bed.

Victor dangles your panties from his right forefinger, raising an eyebrow before throwing them over his shoulder and approaching you once again. He half crawls onto the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulders and your eyes widen as you realize that after having stolen the first kiss from your upper lips, he is looking to do the same to your lower ones as well. His tongue flicks out to taste you... as well as spread whatever liquid he had actually been holding in his mouth instead of swallowing.

You immediately bring a forefinger to your mouth, biting down on it to muffle your scream. His tongue alone would be maddening as Victor seems to instinctively know every weak spot on your womanly folds, but the unknown fluid coating that tongue is increasing your sensitivity tenfold. Your hips buck in time with each lick and you can already feel a second orgasm growing within you, which approaches even faster as Victor slips his tongue inside. Not only does he seem to keep finding the spots on your inner walls that make you react the hardest, but the inside entrance to your love tunnel now also being painted and being driven into overdrive by that fluid has your toes curling in your socks.

His eyes roll up as he sees you trying to keep quiet and pulls his mouth back. He chuckles as his eyes momentarily dart over to the other occupied bed. "Don't worry about Parisa," he says, "When she's like this, not even a full on wizard war breaking out in the room would disturb her."

Then he descends upon you once more to find your clit, flicking his tongue tip over your button with great speed and intensity, making sure every bit of it is both pleasured and painted simultaneously. It is too much and your hand falls away from your mouth as your body shakes and bucks towards Victor's mouth. You grip the bed sheets tightly as you scream out your climax loud enough to wake the dead... but just as Victor promised, Parisa does not even twitch at the ear shattering proof of her boyfriend dominating another woman right next to her.

Once more, your mind turns to mush and you lose track of time as your release overwhelms you. It is hard to tell for how long you are shouting and shaking, Victor staring at you intently the whole time, but eventually, it ends and you lay on your back in a gasping daze.

Victor gives you a few more seconds to catch your breath, then takes you by the waist, guiding you over onto your stomach with your hips raised, and then getting up fully onto the bed on his knees behind you. His bulbous crown lines up with your entrance, and he only gives you a moment to accept your fate before he growls, "Giddy-up, Pony."

Then he claims your virginity.

Your jaw drops open but all that comes out of your throat is a tiny squeak as his girthy cock easily glides in, your pussy more than wet enough to accommodate it. You do not even feel your hymen breaking as your inner walls stretch, so all you are hit with is more mind numbing pleasure as you go from zero to stuffed full in a matter of moments. He hilts himself, his flesh loudly slapping against yours, and he holds there, less to allow you to get used to it and more so that he can enjoy the sensation of your tunnel throbbing and clenching around him.

Once he is ready to continue, he wastes little time, only doing just enough slow thrusts to get a feel for the best angle to take you from before he starts a fast and heavy pace. You manage to get your elbows underneath you, propping yourself up just enough that you can attempt to thrust your hips backwards, trying to meet his movements as best you can. Victor grunts but otherwise responds by moving even harder and faster, overwhelming your ability to keep up as he continues to thrust in and out of you at his pleasure. At times it feels like he is so deep that the head of his cock is bouncing against your cervix, even though you know that should be physically impossible.

The next few minutes are filled with the sound of wet slaps, groans and moans from you, and the occasional grunt from him as your pussy quickly, eagerly, submits to his cock. Your inner walls are parted over and over again every time his hot rod drives inwards, each thrust molding your insides to better fit that dominant dick.

Suddenly, Victor picks up the pace even more, his thrusting growing slightly erratic as he grits his teeth and starts growling through them. He must be as close to his release as you are, but by this point all your strength has been sapped away, leaving you unable to do anything but quiver and brace yourself as best you can. You are nothing more than a weak, helpless hole for this powerful man to use for his pleasure and, somehow, that last realization is enough to drive you wildly over the edge.

Your climax causes Victor to hilt himself for a final time, letting out a triumphant roar as his dick throbs inside of you and begins to shoot out thick, hot globs of his seed that paint your insides white. Somewhere deep in your mind, you are very glad for the birth control spell, as Victor keeps pumping out more and more of his load inside of you. Your instincts scream at you that, without it, you would surely be knocked up by such a large and potent flood.

Eventually, he finishes and wastes little time in pulling out, making your pussy spasm from the emptiness as excess cum starts to leak out of your utterly dominated cunt. Despite the uncomfortable position, face down with your ass still raised in the air, the exhaustion of what just happened catches up with you and your vision starts to dim.

Just before you pass out, you hear Victor say, "That's... one."