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The Overlord's slender, firm hands gripped and held that soft, curvy body as now his most precious treasure.
The spicy, intense scent like cinnamon or nutmeg intoxicated as he ran his nose along her neck, leaving delicate, adoring kisses that made her tremble in his lap.
Finally, his sweet Doto was in his arms.
As it should be, she was his queen now, his future wife. That the Goddesses Themselves have blessed him with. Bound to him by fate!
Her sweet, shy little sounds, the way she hugged his neck. They weren't even naked yet, but she was already so overwhelmed.
“O-Opera O-san…!” — There it was. That sweet voice calling him.
He licks from her neck to her cheek, managing to capture a bit of her sweat, making everything taste even better. Opera O holds Doto's round, chubby face, gazing into her beautiful doe purple eyes.
“Yes, my dearest?” — He asks, watching her close her eyes tightly and shake her head. The lowlights coming through the ceiling illuminated them.
They were in a motel, the closest one they could find.
They were too… Passionate after their first kiss to stay in public.
“N-No… I don't understand…” — She looked back at him with those sad puppy eyes, and he could see it was full of tears. — “Why are you doing this? Why me?”
The questions caught him off guard, leaving him anxious and serious as he still stared at her.
“I... I have nothing to offer, I'm not good enough for anyone, especially for you…” — Her ears twitched as it drooped. — "I'm worthless, stupid... I'm not even a good runner, I won all my victories by luck... Especially against you… So why… Why am I your rival?” — She gets off Opera O's lap, sobbing as she tries to wipe her already teary eyes. — “Why are you so kind to me all the time? Always remembering me... Always including me in your stories... Always being gentle... Giving me gifts, taking me out... Why did you… Kiss me… Why did you say you love me, when there are other girls who are much better than me?”
Opera O looked at her for a few more seconds before sighing and shaking his head slowly. He holds her face again, but now with both hands. Holding what is now his fragile world. Opening a small smile at her.
“Oh, my sweet, sweet Doto… You clearly don't know what you're speaking of.” — He stated confidently, gently wiping the tear stains from her cheek with his thumbs. — “There is no other woman for me. Not in the academy or in this whole world.”
His words carried the weight of a pile of gold. There was no uncertainty or fear; he meant it. — “If you could see what I see, you would understand why I adore you so much.
That person you spoke of, useless and worthless… Could never be you."
The king brings his face closer.
“You are the most docile, supportive, and talented mare that I have ever met. Truly worthy of being my rival, and my queen... And all I ask it's a chance to show you a little of my love tonight. I feel I will die if I wait any longer!”
Doto sobbed and swallowed her cry. She felt her heart swell for him.
Even though he lives his life as if it were all a big play with him being the main character, Opera O was not a liar. She trusted him, admired him, but was still afraid. If he really loves her like she loves him, she'll not run away, but she also didn't want to disappoint him and be hurt by him; she knew she couldn't bear it.
“Please, stallion… Don't toy with my heart.” — She begged, sniffing one last time as she joined her hand with his, still holding her face.
“I would never, my love.”
He assured her, firm and noble as always. And that was all Doto needed to hear.
It was her now that surprised him with a deep kiss, holding him by the collar of his blue and gold kimono. Intense as the first one they shared after the countdown at the festival.
Doto feels more confident now after hearing his true intentions. She's so happy that her tail wouldn't stop wagging against the bed.
The kiss ends in an erotic smack, their breaths pressed against each other's faces. Lost in each other's loving gaze.
“...May I?” — Opera O asks. Bringing his slender fingers to her kimono, but making no further move.
He, being the emotional and theatrical performer he was, could steal a kiss or two in the heat of the moment, as he did. But he would never do anything that his sweet Doto didn't want to do. After all, he is a respectful lord.
The taller mare nods quickly.
“Just…” — Doto looks away at the floor. — “D-Don't say anything, please... I-I know I'm out of shape…” — She says insecurely, Opera O just sighs.
The king calmly took off the obi-belt and opened her robe, letting it slide down her arms.
And by all that is holy, she was the most beautiful creature he had the pleasure to see.
Her voluptuous body, her soft curves, her big bosom... A perfect Venus.
A perfect mare. His mare.
“... You're staring…” — Doto said in her low, soft voice, pressing her thighs together. Opera O noticed this too, of course he did. And he also could smell her essence intensify. She's titillated, calling him.
“Forgive me, my dear. But how could I not? It would be sacrilege not to appreciate such a glorious piece of art that you are.” — He returns his hand to her face, watching her rub against his palm, her ears twitching gleefully.
“Opera O-san… You always have the prettiest things to say...” — She removes the rest of her 'haneri in front of him. The way he looked at her, appreciated her, cherished her... It made Doto feel bold enough to tease him a little, something she never thought she would do with anyone.
But Opera O falls for her shy charms like a bird in the snow, kissing her again and using his weight to make her lie down against the bed.
He lowers his face to her neck again, licking, biting just to hear her make sweet sounds just for him. He then backs away to remove at least a part of his own festive attire. The Overlord was impatient, unlike his usual composed posture.
He pulls off his gloves with his teeth, removes one of the golden shoulder pads to take off the jacket and opens the kimono, pulling his arms out of the long sleeves and letting the top piece fall to his back, doing the same with the 'juban with all being held only by the obi.
Doto could only watch as she felt it trickle between her legs and her core heating up inside. Her king looked so serious, focused, and handsome that she wanted to touch herself for him, but she was too shy and coward to do it, after all, this is her first time.
She could just slightly open her legs, breathing intensely and swallowing hard, silently begging for his attention again while she had her hands together against her breasts.
Opera O smiles at her, raising an eyebrow, backing between her legs.
Even seeing her whole body calling out to him, he only desires to hear her voice.
“What's troubling you, my lady? You're shaking.” — He gets back on top of her, now with his torso bare. Even without bulging muscles, he's always been very satisfied with his own body. Slender with a small chest, youthful and healthy. Simply perfect and masculine for a young monarch like him.
“Pl-Please…” — She murmured too softly, but Opera O still managed to hear.
“What do you need from me, my love? Mm?” — He kisses her cheek, her forehead and then her mouth.
“I-I don't know... I've never... Done that before, I…” — Doto fumbled over her own words, feeling burning, sweating, and confused. All she could think about was Opera O and how she wanted him to keep making her feel good and loved.
The overlord gently silenced her.
"Do not fret, I will take care of you.” — He looked at her eyes.
“If you ever feel it's too much, tell me and I will stop immediately. You have my word, my sweet Doto.”
Her ears trembled at his words. Any remaining fear and insecurity vanished from her body.
Her stallion said he will take care of her, and she trusted him more than anything.
“Opera O-san...!” — Now it was the mare who bravely embraced him by the back of his neck and pulled him down for a sloppy kiss. He, once again, was caught off guard by his beloved's unusual boldness, still embraced her in seconds.
Moans and smacking sounds escaped from the long, wet, and passionate kiss.
Opera O held her waist possessively.
Doto was soft and pliable; he had complete control, and that excited him even more.
He raised his hand and cups one of Doto's breasts. The young king finally manages to fulfill one of his deep carnal desires that tormented him for so long. His touch is firm, but not rough. As if he were holding one of his precious possessions.
Which, in a way, it now was.
The kiss broke with a loud moan from his beloved. He smirks as he gently squishes the soft orb in his hand, rubbing his thumb against the pointing bud.
Doto threw her head back, trembling as she struggled to breathe. His long fingers massaging her breast felt so good, that she was starting to drool without even noticing.
Opera O holds her other breast, watching her reaction. Her legs trembling, the way she looks at him with such adoration and desire, her voice responding to his every touch.
It was… Maddening. Obsessional.
He wants more, he needs more. More of his sweet Doto.
He buries his face between her breasts, rubbing against her and inhaling her skin's scent.
She moaned, he shivered.
He then captures one of the nipples with his mouth, licking it before sucking the small fleshy mound. Delicious.
His queen whimpered and hugged his head. Drowning in the pleasure sea he was giving her.
He suckled hungrily at her breast, massaging the other pout between his fingers.
The young king felt himself going mad. Races, his titles, his fans, his possessions... It all seemed meaningless now, worthless. All he wanted was to please his lover. To devour her, to hear her pleas.
He wants to be selfish, possessive. Doto is his. His, his, his!
She belongs to him and him only.
He'll make sure she remembers that forever.
His kisses began to trail down her midriff. He adored her adorable belly, covering it with kisses, loving her stretch marks. But then, he lifted his torso to look at her.
Doto opened her eyes the moment his touches stopped. She quickly became distressed, afraid he didn't want her anymore.
“I-Is something... Wrong...?” — She asked, timid.
The silence of the motel room lingered for a few more seconds, torturous seconds for poor, distressed Doto. But then, she felt his touch on her face again.
“...Oberon.” — He said, flashing a short, proud smile. — “That's my name. From now on, use it as you wish.”
The mare's purple eyes widen, and her ears twitch.
It was very common for equines to use a side name when they decided to become professional runners. It wasn't a rule, of course, she herself chose to use her own name because she didn't think she was special enough to have a ‘cool nickname’.
But even so, being kissed, having her first time, and knowing his name all on the same New Year's Eve seemed more like a dream.
Everything was so surreal… Like a wonderful dream that her alarm clock would ruin it in any moment.
"Oberon-san…” — Doto repeated his name, feeling very pleasant, with her heart full of joy to be able to say it. It was an honor, she knew it was.
Oberon feels the fur on his back bristle at the sound of her calling him, his tail wags, and he lets out a soft neigh.
“I love you, Doto.” — And for the second time that night, he repeated his vow for her.
Oberon returned to what he was doing, adoring her body once again as he lowered his head to the middle of her legs, holding her thighs open as he settled there.
The wet stain that transparently covered her vulva, the concentration of her scent, hypnotizing the young king with the promise of a latent flavor.
“Ob-Oberon-” — Doto feels embarrassed when she feels his face so close to her virgin cunt, instinctively trying to close her legs but unable to because of his firm grip.
She feels the tip of his nose touch her clitoris, still through her panties, hearing him sniff there as if it were his dinner.
“A-Ah-” — The mare choked on her own moan as she felt him pull her panties aside and then his tongue licking from bottom to top.
“Mm…” — The overlord reveled in the bittersweet, musky taste on his palate. Hot, wet, pulsating, and appetizing.
His queen's pussy was simply marvelous.
He sucked and nibbled on her clitoris, feeling her tremble, pulling the labia with the thumb and burying the tongue in the tight opening.
Doto's big eyes rolled upwards, she cried out in hypersensitivity while babbling words along with moans. It was too intense but so, so good. She loved how he was feasting her like a royal banquet.
She didn't even notice that she was moving against his face, smearing it with her slick.
She felt his tongue going in and out of her. She tensed as she swallowed the excess saliva in her mouth.
The burning in her guts was too intense; she felt like a pile of blocks about to collapse.
His body trembled, her legs kicked impulsively, but were held firmly by the stallion.
Her orgasm came, fast, loud and powerful like a race.
"O-Oberon… San!” — She called him one last time as her whole body burned, squirting like never before while her back formed a perfect arch.
She cries sensitively, clutching the motel sheets as she continues to pour herself out against his face.
Her heart was pounding, her body was drenched in sweat, and she felt confused, yet deeply content. It took a brief moment for her to relax, her weak knees giving up and stretching as she sighed deeply.
Oberon rises between her legs, more radiant than usual. His face smeared with her slick, he swallowed the last of her fluids that was in his mouth, licking his lips after.
Ob-Oberon-san...?!” — Doto covers her eyes timidly, overstimulated. The overlord just lets out his signature laugh.
“Your taste is divine, my love! Delightful as pure ambrosia!” — He gently removes her hands in front of her eyes. — “There's no need to be embarrassed, this was only the first time of many, if that's what you desire too.”
Her eyes trembled with fondness. Feeling her heart swell again for him.
“I-I would love to…” — Doto nodded, feeling her face being caressed by him.
“Wonderful.” — The Overlord kisses her once more, making her taste herself when their tongues meet. — “Now… Let's share a rose bath!” — The sudden separation caused the poor mare to almost crash face-first into the floor. — “I shall call the room service! I'll have them bring flowers, cotton bathrobes, wash our clothes, and prepare a feast for us! Haa haha ha!” — He laughs, walking proudly to the telephone on the wall.
“D-Don't you think it's going to be too expensive...? You shouldn't spend so much with me…” — Doto tries to follow him, but gets tangled up in her own kimono in the bed, like a caterpillar.
“Nonsense! There's nothing too expensive for a king and his beloved queen!" — Oberon turns to look at her, and then he laughs again as he watches her try to free herself but get even more tangled. His sweet Doto. Adorable as ever!