Tales of the Crimson Succubus Showing Shana by Carmine
Every other autumn Crimson Succubus held a pony exhibition in the stronghold of Sanguine, her most exquisite residence. Within Sanguine's vast grounds were a number of stables, and at the apex of these liveries there sat a mammoth circle made of stone.
Dressed from head to toe in equestrian gear made of black latex and red leather, Crimson Succubus cracked her long tail and immediately the human pony galloped around the stone circle, her spiked leather boots clopping to an off-center cadence. The observers took note of the exquisite creature and cheered.
Her faced wrapped in a leather cowl, the pony tussled her auburn mane, her ersatz ears falling back as she did so. Placing her long arms on luscious hips, she shook her well-groomed tale, its movement garnishing another round of applause and articulated praise.
Without warning one of the guests interrupted the show. Snapping a crop between muscular hands, Lord Draco stepped into the circle and grabbed the pony's bridle. With one swift tug her pulled it back, the bit tearing into the woman's delicate lips.
"Worry not, little one. I wish only to inspect you from a more intimate perspective."
With his right hand Draco cupped the pony's breast. He gave one of the honey-filled teats a taught pinch, the leather corset crackling as he did so. Not satisfied, he slapped the human horse's taught bottom, his palm bouncing off the tanned leather.
"Pity, a true mare." He inserted his tongue into her ear, the lingua's tip circling the auricle's intricate crevices with ease. "Still, you are a delectable thing."
"By your leave, lord." Succubus stepped forward and placed a delicate hand on Draco's inflamed shoulder.
"Shana is more than a mere mare. She also is a stallion, a bronco to be savored."
Incredulous, Draco rubbed his crotch against Shana's skin-covered bottom. "No stallion has such round, firm cheeks, my dear Succubus." He pumped his pelvis several times, the bulge lost in the pony's crack. "A feast for any man."
"Reach around," Succubus said with a grin.
Draco did so. "My kind of horse," he said giving the pony a squeeze.
"She is wild, lord. Care to break her?"
Draco turned and faced the audience. The throng produced red handkerchiefs, waving them in support of the task ahead. The massive man laughed, unbuttoned his trousers, and produced a thick, slightly upturned cock. The crowd went wild.
His cock bouncing side to side, Draco led the pony to a post, where he tied the bridle around the horizontal board. Standing behind Shana, he eased her down so that her elbows rested on the wood. He then skinned off her pants enough to expose her luscious ass but nothing more.
As the crowd roared, Draco licked the palm of his hand then thrust it between the cheeks. In response, Shana kicked out, her left boot connecting with Draco's thigh. The man let out a roar, his hands clasping the pony's hips.
"Go ahead. Buck, my beauty!"
Pulling her cheeks apart as far as they would go, Draco thrust forward, his cock slamming into her unyielding brown slit. Shana neighed, her back arching and her dominant thigh kicking out again. Draco was prepared, however, keeping his legs together as he thrust again, this time piercing her crevice. As he pushed the advantage, the bloated mushroom head disappearing from view, Shana's fragile cock came into view. Soft yet sinewy, it bounced to Draco's thrusting rhythms.
Her kicks no longer connecting, Shana began to buckle, her back flexing up and down while her ass moved from side to side. Like a true horseman Draco held on, his hands digging into the pony's hips and his pelvis in line with each buck and plunge. To further demonstrate his prowess, Draco lifted one hand into the air and increased his rhythm, his cock's shaft driving in and out of the pony's quarterhorse bottom.
Spent, Shana leaned heavily on the horizontal post. Draco withdrew, placing his cock lengthwise between the pony's cheeks. There he exploded, alabaster liquid covering the small of her back and dripping onto her leather-clad thighs. Pushing her away, Draco fell on all fours and crawled under Shana. As the pony reached climax, Draco was there to savor the horse's virile cream.
Licking his lips, Lord Draco stood up and faced the rabble. "I must have this creature!"
Succubus shook her head. "She is only for show, Lord Draco."
The brawny man grinned. "I beg forgiveness, dearest Succubus."
The she-devil walked over to Shana and held out a sugar cube. The pony bent her head down and with her lips took the morsel. Succubus untied the bridle and with great fanfare handed the reigns to Draco.
"Thralls, attend me," the she-devil yelled.
At once seven muscular men were at Succubus' side.
"Bring the buggy. Lord Draco is to be escorted to the stables."
Draco beamed, his cock becoming stone again.
Within the pony's leather crotch-bag there also stirred a cock. As the thralls hooked up Shana to the two-wheeled wagon, she licked the iron bit in her mouth, anticipating the defilement she would experience in the stables moments from now.