Nightmarish Fantasies

by RandomGuy16

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, Other, Nightmare Moon, Romance, Original Character
Length: 5129

Nightmare Moon wants to have sex with a human and she's gonna get it.

Nightmare Moon has returned to Equestria and she wants revenge. When she comes to Ponyville to put down resistance to her rule, Nightmare comes across a Human female named Miranda. Unfortunately for said woman, Nightmare Moon has a bit of a fetish for smaller, exotic creatures.

Story has Anthro, Futa, Femdom on fem, forced into consensual sex. If any of these turn you off then please don't read.

2017 Update: Also, it is now cancelled due to my growing up and tastes changing. Only real reason I haven't deleted it yet is for sentimental reasons.

Published 2013-06-16 05:40:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-07-30 04:24:31 UTC

Mine

Nightmarish Fantasies

Miranda could honestly say that this was the worst day of her new life in Equestria. It had been three years since her arrival, two since Twilight Sparkle had been crowned as princess, and Nightmare Moon had returned to Equestria to take her revenge. She didn’t know the specifics but from what rumors she heard. Apparently, Princess Luna had an emotional break down a week ago after a stallion with a grudge had publicly humiliated her.

Dozens of therapists were called in, in hopes of salvaging the situation. Unfortunately, within three days Luna had once again given in to Nightmare Moon. The stallion that caused the incident was the first to suffer her wrath. Then she had captured Twilight Sparkle, unable to kill her due to the element of magic shielding her, and sealed her in the caverns under Canterlot. Celestia was next and no one really knows what happened to her. Eventually night came and never left.

In one fell swoop, Nightmare had seized the throne and control of Equestria. Anyone who rebelled were punished or executed without mercy, often times they were public affairs.

It is for this reason that Miranda was now running for dear life as Nightmare and her soldiers assaulted Ponyville. She could see several of the Elements of Harmony doing their best to evacuate the town while the local militia tried to fight of Nightmare’s forces, tried being the appropriate word since they were being ruthlessly slaughtered.

The woman fell to the ground as an explosion rocked the street. Rolling over, she screamed as several ponies ran over her, barely avoiding stomping her into the ground. Clawing to her feet, Miranda ran for a building as more soldiers surrounded the town. Jumping through a hole in the building’s wall, she looked around frantically for a place to hide. She was in the spa, meaning there wasn’t much to hide under. Miranda yelped when part of the roof collapsed into a large tub, breaking the wood and nearly drowning her in a wave of water.

She shivered horribly when she pulled herself up. That was most certainly not the hot tub. The sounds of fighting and screaming were slowly dying down though, throwing her into a panic as she crawled under the rubble, hoping Nightmare wouldn’t look for her.

Eventually, hours later, everything was completely silent. There was no sound of fighting or screaming or of the hoofsteps of soldiers. Miranda’s trembling had only worsened as her paranoia skyrocketed. She couldn’t hear her own breath over the sound of her blood pumping frantically through her. She was hyperventilating at this point, her breath short, shallow and loud. She choked however when she saw the rubble above her lift away.

“We found another!” a grey furred unicorn soldier yelled. His horn lit up in a dark yellow aura, another forming around the scared human. His face contorted in strain as he tried to lift her, the aura around Miranda simply fading away. Huffing in irritation, he ordered the other stallion with him to pull her out.

Miranda scrambled back, her arms flailing for anything that might help her. The stallion’s latched onto her, his hand nearly engulfing her shin. Something jabbed into her hip as the soldier pulled her out. ‘Lighter!’ the woman nearly shouted while her hand latched onto a can of something. Her heart leapt in joy.

She nearly lost her salvation as the stallion lifted her, by her leg, off the ground. Flicking the zippo open and starting a small flame, Miranda pressed down on the spray can. A small stream of flame, no bigger than her forearm, assaulted her captor’s leg. She had expected him to flinch and drop her, but his fur had turned the miniature flamethrower from harmful to fatal. He did drop her though while her screamed bloody murder. She grabbed his spear and scrambled back into her corner.

Meanwhile, in the darkness of the broken building, Nightmare Moon watched with interest as the human half her size brutally killed one her subordinates. By now the poor stallion’s comrades had finally gotten over their shock over the fatal turn of events and rushed to put their friend out. The fire had already spread to the rest of his fur and he collapsed from the pain. The unicorn cast a spell to put out the flame while two pegasi grabbed the charred body and ferried it away for medical attention.

Nightmare shook her head as an amused smirk made its way onto her muzzle. He was already dead.

The unicorn turned back to Miranda, trembling in rage. With his magic useless, the stallion charged her with his long sword held high, ready to cleave the human in twain. There were several problems though.

One, he was consumed in emotion and not paying attention to his enemy like he should. Two, Miranda was backed into a corner with the spear flush against the wall. And three, though an average Equestrian long sword was six feet, an average Equestrian short spear was nearly fifteen.

Needless to say, he impaled himself rather easily.

Miranda trembled and let the spear drop with its kill. She collapsed soon after and held herself. This was absolutely horrible.

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP

Her head shot up, her pupils shrinking to pin pricks as Nightmare Moon casually strolled towards her. Had she not been so terrified, Miranda would have pondered how mesmerizing the Alicorn looked, clad in her silvery armor, with her long horn upon her forehead, enormous obsidian feathered wings, fur darker than any shadow, and her catlike cyan eyes all framed by a halo of star dust that was her mane and tail.

As it was, this beauty was lost on Miranda as the dark mare spoke. “That was very amusing. None of the villagers had been able to take a single of my guards on their own.” Nightmare sighed wistfully as she eyed the human, who had risen to her feet while holding her makeshift flamethrower out in front of her as if it were her last hope. It was, in all honesty. “And yet here you are, flailing like a child in fear, not only killing one of my soldiers but two! Sometimes I wish we had evolved as omnivores like you humans. We just don’t have the natural instinct to fight like predators.” Nightmare grinned evilly, showing off her pearly whites with several very sharp fangs. “Oh well, made it easier for me. Plus, we have several advantages as well.”

By now, the mare was right in front of Miranda. Nightmare barely registered the flames licking at her legs, protected by magical barriers, and grabbed Miranda by her throat. The woman dropped her weapon and grabbed Nightmare’s wrist as she was lifted several feet off the ground. It should be noted that an average Equestrian was around eight feet tall while an Alicorn was eleven. Miranda had stopped growing at just above five feet.

Miranda gasped as Nightmare gave an experimental squeeze. “Size, strength, magic, though I suppose you being naturally immune to direct contact with magic makes the last one moot.” Nightmare smirked cruelly as four rings of rock flowed out of the rubble, surrounded by her magical aura. “Technicalities.” The rings wrapped around Miranda’s limbs before they pulled. The woman yelped in pain as her body was spread eagled.

“Please… stop,” Miranda groaned.

Nightmare ran a finger along the smaller females jaw. “No, I don’t think I will.” Nightmare slowly dragged her nails down Miranda’s neck, causing Miranda to shudder. “You know, some would say that having my attention is a bad thing.” The dark mare eyed Miranda’s cloth form, paying particular interest to the gracious curves accentuated by her tight turtleneck sweater and jeans. “I don’t see why,” she whispered in Miranda’s ear.

The woman turned her head away and closed her eyes tightly, much to Nightmare’s amusement. “Please let me go,” she whimpered pathetically.

“No.” With that, Nightmare strangled the smaller woman.

“GAH!” Miranda struggled pointlessly. Tears rolled down her face as she slowly lost consciousness. The last thing she saw before darkness claimed her was the cruel smile on the Alicorns muzzle.

“I suppose you’ll provide some entertainment while I hunt down you friends.” With that, she took the girl to her chariot, pulled by a large dragon chained to it. “Take us back to the castle,” she ordered. With a quick crack of a whip, the dragon took off.

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Miranda groaned as she awoke. Looking around, she noticed she was in a room she didn’t recognize. “Where am I?”

“My bed chambers,” Nightmare’s sultry voice answered. Miranda gasped and whirled around. There, lounging on a pile of pillows, was Nightmare moon, wearing only her birthday suit. Miranda blushed heavily at the Alicorn’s position, sprawled out and relaxed and putting everything on display. “Like what you see?” Miranda shook her head furiously, her blush only increasing. Nightmare grinned lecherously. “You’re lying.” The dark mare got up and sauntered slowly over to the woman, her hooves almost gliding over the ground.

Only now noticing her lack of clothing and the enormous four poster bed she was on, Miranda scrambled away from the mare. The curtains at each corner of the bed pinned her limbs however, surrounded by Nightmare’s magic. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her fear clearly evident.

Nightmare slowly crawled onto the bed, half lidded eyes boring into their prey like she was a piece of meat. She took in the woman’s pale skin, her wide hips, her thin waist, her perky breasts, her long legs, and her silky black hair that fell below her plump rear. The dark mare took it all in. “It’s been so long since I’ve touched someone or been touched in return. You can only imagine my pent up stress.”

Miranda struggled frantically, eyes wide. “No, please don’t!” Nightmare paused for a moment, examining her prey. Her smirk became absolutely cruel.

“You can’t stop me.”

The small woman screamed as three of Nightmare’s fingers penetrated her. Together, they were half again the size of an average human man’s penis. Unfortunately for Miranda, she was a virgin. “Oh, what’s this?” Nightmare withdrew her fingers, now covered in red fluid. “Ah, the blood of a virgin,” the mare closed her eyes as she licked her fingers clean, “exquisite.” She frowned though we she opened her eyes again. Miranda had stopped struggling and had turned away, now merely sobbing.

Nightmare crawled over her so they were face to face. “Is this all it takes to break you? In Ponyville you brutally murdered two of my subordinates without hesitation. One you burned to death. Where is your will to fight back, even against crippling fear?”

After a moment, Miranda turned back, almost making Nightmare flinch at the absolute hate, shame and terror in her eyes. “Burn. In. Hell.”

Nightmare’s grin nearly split her face. “YES! That’s what I want! Hate me, fight me!” With that, the dark Alicorn plunged her fingers into the smaller female again, this time only getting a small grunt. Miranda bit her lip till it bled, glaring daggers at the dark mare. “That’s it,” Nightmare cooed, “give me the pleasure of making you mine.”

The curtains holding Miranda down loosened after several moments of being fingered by the dark Alicorn. Taking advantage, she lashed out the mare. She was surprised though when her strike stopped by Nightmare’s starry mane. “How?”

Nightmare Moon chuckled darkly. “You’re immune to magic. But as I proved in Ponyville, there are loopholes. My mane and tail are truly made of star dust held together by magic. Though I like your spirit.” The Alicorn withdrew her fingers, now soaked in blood and nectar. “I think it’s time for something new, don’t you?”

Miranda struggled as several tendrils of Nightmare’s mane held her down while the mare herself moved off the bed. Miranda was slowly lifted into the air, flailing madly all the while, and pulled over to the mare. The woman stopped for an instant though when Nightmare flared her wings, twenty-six feet of feathered shadow almost absorbing what little light was left in the room. Despite herself, Miranda couldn’t help and awed “beautiful” escape her lips.

Nightmare smirked. “I know,” she whispered.

Miranda tried to repress a moan as Nightmare began to expertly fondle her breasts. “Go on, moan for me,” the dark mare whispered in her ear. Miranda obeyed when Nightmare latched onto a nipple while pinching and rolling the other with a deep throaty moan. Two more ethereal tendrils replaced the Alicorn’s hands as she cupped them over her own marehood. Her horn glowed as a bright light seeped through her fingers.

Miranda tried to ignore the godly feeling of her tits being toyed with by Nightmare’s mane. She looked down as Nightmare slowly lifted her hands before the light died down. The human squeaked as the Alicorn removed her hands, showing off a twenty inch monster of flesh. Nightmare chuckled and looked at it fondly, giving it a few good strokes to make sure it was fully erect. “Do you like it? This is my most favorite toy you know. And I want you to feel it,” she said.

Miranda shook her head vehemently. “NO! That thing will rip me in half!” She tried to cross her legs, hoping to block the enormous column from entering her. The ethereal tendrils just pulled her legs apart in response.

Nightmare just ignored the woman’s pleas as she placed her pride it Miranda’s entrance. She knew she wouldn’t be able to fit it all but that just aroused her more. In fact, her lower lips were already dripping even though she had yet to pleasure herself. Grabbing the woman’s plump ass cheeks, Nightmare slowly penetrated the smaller woman.

Miranda screamed as the head entered her. It stretched her apart and continued on its perverse quest to destroy her insides. Her eyes rolled back into her head while tears of pain and ecstasy flowed freely. “OH GOD!” she screamed over and over again. This was too much for her, the head had barely past her lips and she already felt like she being split in two.

“You’re so tight, my little toy, ugh!” Nightmare panted. Miranda was so amazingly tight, almost like what she imagined a foal would be but better. “It feels like you’re going to crush me,” she panted out as Miranda’s velvety walls squeezed the head of her pride. The Alicorn was in pure bliss.

It took a moment longer for Nightmare to recompose herself before she pulled the woman further down. She groaned bestially as Miranda stretched and squeezed while her blood and love juices soaked the dark mare’s shaft.

It took nearly half an hour for Nightmare to force as much of herself as possible into the small woman amidst groans and moans and screams of bliss. She had long since lost the concentration need to manipulate her mane, leaving Miranda to wrap her legs around the dark Alicorn. Nightmare's knees wobbled as pleasure like no other wracked her body. She let the woman rest on one hand and her shaft while she wiped a long strand of drool from Miranda's lips, smiling as examined the last nine inches of her shaft.

Miranda had lost herself in the throes of sex. Her mind had gone blank from the pain and pleasure having her sex impaled by Nightmare. There was nothing she could compare this to, nothing that had ever brought on such mind numbing ecstasy. She hated it and loved it and worshiped it. She wished for it to stop but begged for more. She laid her head on Nightmare's breast, its soft fur tickling her cheek. "More, more, I want more," she mumbled.

Nightmare groaned as she pulled out, leaving the head in before sliding back in. Both females moaned as molten fire raced through their systems. The mare once again pulled out and slid back in, now with more force and speed.

It went on like this until Nightmare was pumping into Miranda several times a second. Miranda moaned wantonly as her tight hole profusely pounded. Nightmare relished the bestial sounds the girl was making. She paused before laying Miranda and the bed for better leverage. She slammed back down on the woman, pounding her womb into submission as Miranda soaked Nightmare's meat as she climaxed over and over again.

Nightmare looked down to see a truly beautiful sight. Miranda, head shoved in between Nightmare's breast with her tongue out and panting like a dog. Miranda, her tiny form clinging onto Nightmare as she was rammed into the bed over and over. Miranda, her eyes wild with lust and pain, her body trembling as she climaxed repeatedly, soaking the bed until puddles formed. Miranda, her splayed out in a halo of silky strands while she called Nightmare's name. Nightmare felt a pinching in her loins at the sight, it was too much. But there was still something she wanted before she finished.

"Accept me as your queen," she demanded, "make yourself mine, give yourself to me." Her thrusts gained speed and power as she neared as she neared her end. "Acknowledge me!"

Miranda yelled, her voice ragged and bestial, "I am yours! Make me yours my queen!" And with that, Nightmare released.

Both females howled as they climaxed together. Centuries of pent up lust was relieved as Nightmare poured her seed into Miranda, filling her womb as it spilled out onto the bed. The smaller woman just arched her back, her mouth wide in a silent scream as the mare's boiling sperm filled her every part of her hole until it could hold no more. Still though, Nightmare poured more and more until Miranda's belly extended. With a final thrust, Nightmare shot her last strand of seed into her lover.

The dark Alicorn rolled over so she was on her back with Miranda laying on top of her, still impaled and dripping. "You were wonderful, my little lover," Nightmare whispered. Her only response was the woman's labored breathing.

Miranda twisted herself so she was facing the ceiling, only now noticing how it looked exactly like the night sky, with all the stars and nebula and the full moon. She reached back and intertwined her smaller fingers with Nightmare's. She pulled her lover's hand to her belly, placing them right over her bump. "I look pregnant," the woman choked out, tears rolling down her cheeks as she smiled, "your seed is in my womb."

Nightmare rubbed the bump fondly, satisfied that it was by her doing. "You look beautiful," she whispered. Miranda sighed as she snuggled into the mare's large breast. Much like a child. Her heart burned with emotion at the thought. She went to pull out but Miranda's small hands stopped her, almost pulling her further in.

"No, I want it all to stay in. Please," Miranda pleaded. She twisted around so her eyes were locked with Nigtmare's.

The mare relented and sighed, wrapping the small woman in her arms. "You are mine," Miranda nodded sleepily, "mine." She lightly squeezed her lover, reaffirming herself that someone had given their self to her. It was good, Nightmare thought. Her wings unfolded and covered the two as she drifted into her own slumber.

"Mine."

Author's Note

I actually made a whole story! Cept it's a one shot. Meh, I'll take what I can get. If nothing else it's good practice.

So anyway, here's some clop for all of ya. I left it open so I can make it a full fledged story but only if I get some good responses.

Hope you enjoyed ^.^

Night Mare's Moons

Nightmare Moon smirked to herself as the captain of her guard left the throne room. He had just brought her wonderful news concerning the search for five certain mares in possession of five certain powerful artifacts. Apparently, the little worms had been hiding themselves away in Gryphon territory.

Now that just wouldn't do. After all, the Gryphons had sworn fealty to her after her rise to power. It would be such a shame if she confirmed that they were harboring traitors and enemies of the nation. Maybe she should journey to the Gryphon capital and... strengthen the ties between their nations. Only good things could come of it, she thought to herself with a devilish smirk.

But there was one thing that was currently of greater importance. It was small, petite, with luscious curves, pale skin, long dark hair, with dark blues eyes that shone with an intensity beyond any gem, and currently sauntering down the length of Nightmare's throne room. The dark alicorn's eyes took in Miranda's delightful form, her dark cyan orbs sinfully roving over the thin silk robes that covered near every inch of skin, her mind savagely tearing off the expensive cloth that hid a body only she was allowed to set eyes upon.

"Good evening, my little lover," Nightmare purred while motioning for the many guards in the room to leave. Once the doors to the chamber were fully closed she continued. "Are you feeling... restless?" she asked in an airy tone that easily conveyed her intent. She was more than satisfied to see lust cloud her lover's eyes and her delicate features flushed as her breath became hot and shallow.

"Your royal duties have been getting rather intrusive lately," Miranda said with no small amount of irritation despite the hunger so obviously underlying it. "You've been neglecting your other duties," she finished less suggestively and more like it were an irresponsible fact.

Nightmare grinned lecherously as her lover finally made it to the throne she sat upon, pressing between the alicorn's spread legs and into her chest, one of Miranda's knees digging into her nethers while her petite hands snaked their way past the steel and cloth of Nightmare's armor. Nightmare gasped softly as Miranda's cold hands found purchase on the exposed skin of her nipples and roughly began pinching and kneading the large mounds of fatty tissue, much to the mare's delight.

"I see," Nightmare managed from between moans. "Truly, you've become insatiable." It was worded as a complaint but both knew it was far from it, as her throaty moans attested to.

"That shouldn't stop you from trying," Miranda suggested in a husky whisper as she pulled one arm away from her lover's chest and purposefully went about loosening the laces that held Nightmare's armor together. With loud metallic clinks of steel meeting stone floor, the supple form of Nightmare Moon revealed itself and yet still teasingly hid its finer details under a layer of elaborate and expensive cloth. Even still, with the stiff metal out of the way, Miranda's ministrations became more forceful and elaborate.

Nightmare just continued to sit back against her throne, moaning and panting forcefully as the petite hands of her small lover went from kneading, pinching, and twisting her breasts and nipples to dragging their short nails through her dark fur, tickling her her ribs and belly before traveling down beyond the hem of Nightmare's trousers and into the silk domain of her panties. Miranda's nimble fingers made short work Nightmare's lower lips and soon the dark mare was squirming in her seat as her nectar began to soak through the thin cloth.

At this point Nightmare grew tired of letting the small human have her way with her. With flourish, Miranda found herself in Nightmare's lap and the back of her head pressed into her lover's breasts. "I think it's my turn now, my little lover," the dark mare cooed.

Miranda gasped as one of Nightmare's hands plunged down her silk dress and engulfed her left breast while the other occupied itself in lifting her dress and pushing aside her panties to get at its prize. Her heart skipped a beat and her chest pinched as two long, furry fingers plunged into her sex and sent shock waves of pleasure throughout her body. Nightmare left Miranda little room to breath as her fingers started pumping furiously into the petite human while pinching and twisting and kneading the woman's nipples, forcing whatever air she managed to suck in out of her lungs with every fiery wave of pleasure.

"Oh my," Nightmare teased, "you truly are desperate aren't you? Usually you last longer before you're nothing more than putty in my hands." The dark mare hunched over while keeping Miranda flush against her and added more force into each thrust of her fingers. She willed her mane and tail to thoroughly explore her lover's body, the starry tendrils massaging and raking across every sensitive inch of skin while paying particular attention to her ribs and feet.

By now Miranda couldn't even see straight as tears of ecstasy pooled in her eyes before rolling down her cheeks in waves. "Y-you," she gasped out, "h-haven't touch me like this i-in-" another wave of pure bliss shot up her spine "n-nearly a-a month." Miranda brought up her shaking arms and brought her lover's face to hers. Nightmare needed no further assistance and forced her lips on Miranda's, instantly dominating the poor woman's mouth. Nightmare's tongue poked against her lover's lips, demanding entrance and as soon as it was granted her long, powerful tongue shot through and began massaging every inch of Miranda's mouth she knew would bring even greater pleasure to the small woman.

Miranda could do nothing, as her mouth was so utterly dominated and her tongue forced to submit to Nightmare's, except to use her own tongue to caress the dark mare's powerful muscle. Hot air shot out her nose while she desperately tried to suck in as much air as possible only for Nightmare to deepen their kiss further and steal it all away. Soon enough even Nightmare ran short of breath and pulled away, bathing her lover in short bursts of hot, steamy air while a single strand of saliva refused to completely sever their connection.

Nightmare's mind was completely dominated by lust now. Every sense, every nerve, every brain cell was dedicated to fulfilling her carnal desires. She could feel every quiver and buck of her lover as she kneaded Miranda's breast while the woman's juices coated her fingers. The air reeked of sweat and nectar. Every bestial, wanton moan and squeal and gasp made her ears twitch to try and take in as much as they could. Her eyes gorged themselves on the lewd sight of Miranda bent over and pressed into Nightmare's breasts while her face contorted in shameless pleasure, her dress now little more than a bunched up pile of cloth around her waste while her free breast bounced freely with each movement of the woman. The taste of Miranda left on her tongue sent a thrill up her spine like no other.

Oh yes, this was what Nightmare desired most. To have one give their body and soul so utterly to her. To become a play thing under the masterful ministrations of her hands and ethereal tendrils. Within her dark heart filled with blood lust and hatred, happiness and love for another brewed like some mighty hurricane. Were she to be overthrown now, at this very moment, it would be impossible for her to care less. So long as she had this beautiful woman to share her bed and her body, she was satisfied.

Miranda would have shared Nightmare's thinking if she were able to form a coherent thought.

They spent the next hour like this, fulfilling each others needs. Sometimes Miranda would be able to turn the tables and gain dominance in their carnal battle and make Nightmare squirm as a skilled tongue and fingers left the dark mare's breast and lower lips screaming for more. Most of the time Nightmare's advantage in size and her ethereal mane and tail left her human lover moaning and begging wantonly like some sex crazed beast. There was even a moment where they were at a stalemate when Nightmare's mane and tail desperately stimulated Miranda in all her sensitive bits while Miranda herself dedicated her hands and tongue Nightmare's sex alone, making up for her lack in size with more mobile and dextrous appendages until Nightmare's starry wisps grew more aggressive and pinched her nipples and the nub above own sex. At that point she found herself once more drowning in an ocean of mind numbing euphoria.

Only when their bodies were tired and soaked in sweat and each others nectar did they relent.

Miranda sighed in delight as she snuggled herself between Nightmare's cleavage, letting the cool air of the night cool down her hot body while she listened to the powerful thumping of her lover's heart. Nightmare herself was splayed out on the floor, her wings spread to their fullest so she didn't crush them, and completely ignorant of the pool of love juices she lay in. She held Miranda close to her and hummed delightedly as Miranda's breathing tickled the fur of her breasts.

The calm silence of the throne room was suddenly interrupted by a powerful roar that even a fully grown Ursa Major would be intimidated by. Also known as the rumbling of Miranda's stomach after sex. "I'm hungry," she stated unnecessarily.

Nightmare chuckled and lifted her arm as Miranda climbed off of her and onto her feet. Nightmare Moon got to her hooves quickly and eyed the room around them with a lecherous gleam in her eye. The long carpet that ran the length of the room would need to be washed thoroughly. The metal of the throne was slick with juices and would likely need heavy duty cleaning while the pillows on it would need to be burned. Several tapestries had been knocked down from their places between the huge windows that allowed the moon's light to poor into the room.

All in all, it was very minor damage compared to other times they'd succumbed to their carnal desires in here since Miranda had given herself to Nightmare nearly a year ago.

"Let's get some fresh clothes on and then I'll have the royal chef make us dinner then," Nightmare suggested. Miranda looked to their clothes scattered about the throne and giggled a little. They were far beyond repair, let alone use.

"That sounds wonderful. Shall we?" she asked with a smile. Nightmare returned the gesture before she wrapped the both of them in her wings and the two melted into the shadows.

Author's Note

More than a whole year later, another chapter! It's shorter than the last and I'll probably add more to this one but I think you all have waited long enough. Hope you enjoyed.