"Hello?"
Morgan blinked owlishly as he looked around the empty mess hall for a sign of any late-night snackers. No one, not even Nowi was around as the cookware remained in place - freshly cleaned and ready for tomorrow's breakfast. The tactician's son rubbed the back of his head and chuckled. "Well, I guess we are getting back la-"
"Eep!"
Cynthia winced as she pulled her partner and partner inside. "Shhh, not so loud, Morgan!" she insisted before she looked back outside nervously for any interlopers.
No one remained out in the camp, save the patrols.
Satisfied, the pegasus rider slipped her head back inside and turned to the amnesiac with a large, beaming smile. One that poorly hid the licks of her lascivious desires. "Good! Looks like we're all alone~" she licked her lips.
Morgan gulped as he already guessed what the eager knight had in mind. "C-Cynthia, shouldn't we go back to the te-mmph?!"
Cynthia cut him off as her plump, pillowy lips smashed against his, followed by her small-yet-curvy body and not-so-small breasts. The force of her sudden lunge made Morgan stumble back towards a bench as he wrapped his arms around her hips.
"Oomph!"
The pigtailed little Pega-pony powerhouse landed in Morgan's lap and ground her thick booty down on his groin. Already she easily felt the extent of his excitement as he poked against her rider's rump with his covered arousal and doubled her efforts against him. Her hand slipped up to grip the hair over his nape as she pushed her tongue right past his and deep into his mouth as Morgan tried to fend her off.
If there was one thing that always got his girlfriend in the mood, it was, of all things - a successful mission. Usually, they could wait until they got back to their tent and had time to spare to do the deed. But back-to-back assignments had left her, and him, pent up.
"Pah!"
Cynthia pulled back as spit bridged between their lips. Her hot, haggard breath lashed against his face. He pulled against her pegasus rider's dress from behind as she rubbed her clearly erect nipples against his cloak. "C-Can't wait. Need…y-you," she pleaded with him.
Her hands shifted down from his chest and towards the tent between her ass. Her fingers swiftly undid the ties of his trousers - a testament to how often they'd found themselves in these sort of romps now. He did his part as well as he reached around and undid the straps on the back of her shoulders. Her dress went slack against his chest just as his cock sprung out and smacked under her skirt.
"Ooh!" Cynthia squeaked in shock and delight as the familiar heat stirred between her legs. She rubbed her thighs against Morgan's legs as her damp anticipation leaked out of her simple panties and against his crotch.
"Heh..H-Here?" he panted out.
Cynthia vigorously nodded before she slipped back onto the ground. Morgan's legs shifted apart to give his lover room to shuffle on her knees. She bit off the strap of her gloves one by one before she yanked them off and exposed her bare, supple palms. "How do you want it, Morgan?" she asked him.
"Want this?" she inquired as she held up her hands and curled her fingers in front of her. A good gesture up and down got the hint across, even before she stuck her tongue out and swirled it in midair. Morgan gulped but ultimately shook his head. "...Oh." she stopped.
"Um, well what about this?" Cynthia offered before she balled a hand into a fist and brought it up to her open lips. Her cheek popped out courtesy of her tongue as she mimicked a familiar, lascivious gesture that both she was acquainted with giving and he was acquainted with receiving. His cock twitched, yet still, he shook his sweaty head. "What?! Well, what do you-?!"
Her irritation was cut off as he pointed under her face and towards her chest. Specifically at the loose dress that left her areola exposed and nearly showed one of her perky nipples. It took her a second or three before she blinked. "...Ooooooh, my boobies," she mumbled.
Morgan sighed and nodded with a little smile for his girlfriend. One she returned with a bright and vibrant beam of her own. "Okay, sounds good, Lemme just get this nice and wet first, okay?" she asked him as she brought his cock towards her wet mouth.
"Aaaaaah-homph~"
Cynthia's moist lips wrapped around her lover's rock-hard dick. The sensation of her mouth made Morgan grunt as he grabbed the bench for support. The pegasus-rider bobbed her head down until his tip touched the back of her mouth and touched the entrance of her throat. A few more gulps and she pulled him out to admire the copious layer of spit left on his shaft. "Mwah! There - and now to tuck you in~"
Cynthia shifted up on her knees as she pushed her breasts together right over Morgan's tip. The loose dress fell away and exposed her full, perky bosom to his appreciative eye. Cynthia watched his ogling and gave her chest a little shake before she winked and pushed her body down on him.
"Ngh!"
Morgan's hips bucked forward as his partner's tight tit-trap swallowed his sensitive cock. The spit on his shaft made things smoother as his tip glided through her cleavage and popped out just under her chin. "Well, hello there - looks like someone's happy to see me," she giggled.
The pegasus rider proceeded to pump her breasts up and down over Morgan's groin. She leaked out some drool over his bulbous tip for added lubrication as her hands continued to squeeze and rub her tits against him. Her smile grew as she heard him grunt and groan as he buckled under her ministrations. "C-Cynthi-aah!"
Mmwah~
She drew back and admired the little spit lip mark left against his tip. Precum leaked and oozed down from the slit and towards the crack in her tit-trap. The crafty, perky pegasus lover gleefully licked up the dollop and reveled in his tasty, salty seed.
"Mmm, mmm, mmmm - delicious!" she giggled as she kneaded and squeezed out more. Her dress swept around her hips while she shifted up enough to keep her lips against his cockhead and swipe up more and more of his spunk as it seeped out. The way she was perched made it very easy to watch her globulous cheeks roll and squirm behind her while she feasted on her midnight treat.
Loudly.
Slurp slurp sluuuurp~;
Morgan gulped and put his hand on Cynthia's pigtailed head. He tried to bite back the copious moans and groans as his lover's breasts massaged and coaxed him towards the edge. She shifted tactics and alternated her strokes as her left tit rose and her right tit dropped. A few times she even squeezed and jiggled them together to send spasms of delight through his dick.
Muted moans and sloppy slurps bounced between the mess tent's walls. The bench creaked and groaned as Morgan's fingers dug into the wood until he left little trenches behind. One look at her lidded eyes as her tongue swirled around his tip would've been bad enough, but couple that with her intimately familiar ministrations and it was like a critical hit right into his groin.
He tried -she knew he tried. Morgan always tried to resist the urges as much as he could. And if she was anyone else, there would be a strong case for him to succeed. But with Cynthia -with the perky pega-pony powerhouse - it wasn't a losing battle.
It was a lost battle.
Between her warm, spit-drenched tits, the massive butt that jutted out behind her, soft, and feathery swipes of her tongue over his sensitive tip, and of course the loud slurps and sucks that rattled in his ears, he reached his limits. Hard.
"C-Cynthiaaah!"
"Ooh!"
Cynthia winced as a hot sticky rope of spunk lashed over her left eye. Her tongue hung out as she let Morgan's hot, syrupy cum glaze her perky face from brow to chin and cheek to cheek. She felt the cum drizzle down to her tits and into her cleavage gap. Her hands sped up her strokes while she blindly leaned forward to let his seed coat her in a mask of delightful sin. The musk made her toes curl in her boots as she rubbed her thighs together in wanton need. Nothing could've ruined this moment. Nothing
"Just a little midnight snack will…Wha?"
One thing.
Cynthia blinked and turned towards the entrance to the mess hall where a familiar figure stood gobsmacked at the sight before him. She winced at how Morgan audibly gulped behind her while she tried to run interference even with her lover's load all over her face. "Eh…h-hi, Dad?"
