It was a short week since the Crystal Heart had been restored. King Sombra, may he burn in Tartarus until the end of time, was dead. The Crystal Empire was freed forever from his grasp, and Princess Celestia had announced its return to the world, as a protectorate of Equestria. We held a great ball in the Crystal Palace, as ambassadors from all across the world came to introduce themselves to the new nation and its rulers. Official duties or not, I was still reveling in the happiness we had brought to the Empire, and my plans to heal and nurture my new subjects. For the time being I knew not a care in the world.

It was difficult for Shining Armor to keep his smile straight as I was taking the opportunity to have some special fun with him. A symphony of discreet touches and glances and gentle magic strokes played across his most sensitive parts so I could be sure that, even as he spoke with an elderly Baroness about prosaic matters, his thoughts never strayed far from the image of me swallowing his stallionhood whole and filling my stomach with his seed.

I watched his struggles with glee I could scarcely be bothered to disguise. We both knew that tonight there would be no limits: under Celestia's watchful eyes, none of the ambassadors would dare question any outburst, not if they hoped to secure favorable trade agreements with the new state. Nor would Celestia deign to restrain me in my hour of celebration, which meant there was nothing stopping me from making Shining Armor explode in pleasure mid-sentence, perhaps shedding his load all over the dinner feast.

I like to let my mind run free sometimes.

I was brought back to the present by the sight of the Zebrican ambassador trotting towards us, her tail lightly swaying with each smooth step: she was drop-dead beautiful, and easily stood out in the crowd of elderly diplomats that filled the crystal hall. We chatted for a few minutes, the customary pleasantries, and exchanged some small talk and a few jokes.

“I love her accent,” I whispered to Shining Armor as she trotted away after our chat. “And oh, that plot is gorgeous... let's invite her for a night cap later on, I want to watch you fuck her. I always wanted to hear what a zebra sounds like when she comes... I bet her tongue knows its way around a mare too.”

“Anything my Princess desires,” Shining Armor answered. I could hear in his voice that he didn't think I was serious, but I could tell he liked the idea. Well, if he thought I was joking I was happy to oblige.

There is a magic spell I have mastered which lets me speak and be heard clearly by somepony nearby, while nopony else hears a word. It was created centuries ago by an old battle-mage to coordinate ambushes and give orders unnoticed.

I mostly use it to tease my husband in public.

An elderly duke came up to us to pay his respects, and we exchanged some courtesies. Once he left, I cast my eyes around the hall for some more fun. It wasn't long before I saw a pleasing subject, and as the next diplomat approached I activated the spell. “See that stallion speaking to the griffon ambassador?” I nodded discreetly in his direction, and Shining Armor turned to see. “I'd like to fuck him while you watch. Would you like that? Watching your wife take another stallion's dick while you sit and stroke your meat?”

I grinned and fluttered my eyelids at him while he tried to act casual. “Or would that make you jealous? You could always join in. I'd be lying there, telling him how good he feels inside me, and you'd grab my horn and slide inside my open mouth, and I'd come with my husband's taste on my tongue. You don't have to be gentle about it. Princess or no, naughty wifey who cheats on her husband needs to be punished, don't you think?”

“And oh you see the stallion in the dress uniform, the really tall one? I want to watch him fuck you. You'd look so hot with him on your back, pounding your hard army plot until you can't think straight. Oh, don't give me that look, I'll make you love it. You know what you signed up for when you married me. I'll have you begging for more.”

It was a special blessing that Shining Armor's coat was a pristine white that made it impossible to hide his blush. A blessing for me, that is. I imagine that Shining Armor could well have done without it just then.

The ball continued late into the night, diplomatic overtures were made, and my husband performed very admirably at keeping a straight face, even though his entire coat had turned a light shade of pink as the night went on. At the end, as a reward for both of us, I brought my fantasy to life, and invited the Zebrican ambassador to our private chambers for a night cap.

I'd let my hair down and made myself comfortable, invited her to do the same. I'd suggested that she must be tense after a night of diplomatic etiquette, and that after these kinds of meetings nothing could make me relax like one of my husband's massages, and that she seemed like she could use one. She took a little coaxing before she agreed to go under his hooves, but quickly warmed up once he started.

Things quickly escalated after that.

“Well, madam ambassador? Isn't this nicer than the reception?”

She wasn't able to answer me, but that was alright. The look on her face said it all: lost in ecstasy, her mouth hanging open and her tongue laying slack as she moaned, her eyes half-lidded and dull. Shining Armor lay on her back, his hooves holding her plot firmly as he pumped rhythmically in and out of her marehood. His face was a battlefield as he struggled to control himself, and not give in to the incredible pleasure the ambassador's unexplored body was giving him.

“Oh Shining, I just adore her!" I squeed. "Can we keep her? I could watch you two like this every night.”

Shining squeezed her flanks, making her moan louder, and bent forward so he could suck and nibble her ear. She turned her head to give him greater access, and I saw her eyes roll back in bliss.

“Mm... yes please,” Shining said in a lusty growl. “She feels amazing... She's starved for it.”

“Anything, highness” she panted, her face a portrait of ravenous desire. “Your husband is... Aaahh...! Please, more...!”

“Now now, ambassador, there's no need for decorum here,” I teased. “Tell us exactly what you want. The more crude and demanding, the better.”

“Rut me!” she groaned. “Fuck me harder, Prince! I want you to pound me until you empty inside me!”

“Well, Shining, you heard the ambassador,” I said in my sultry bedroom voice. Shining nodded, and I heard the slap of flesh smacking together as he sped up, biting his lip to hold back his impending orgasm. “But one good turn deserves another, madam ambassador... I want a few things from you.”

“I'll do anything,” she panted breathlessly as she neared her peak. “Just don't stop!”

“First of all, don't hold back,” I said, gripping her forehooves and pulling them towards me. “I want to hear you scream. And then I want to feel your tongue in my pussy because the sight of you squirming on my husband's cock is driving me wild and I have a fucking waterfall under my tail right now. Is that acceptable, ambassador?”

“Yes your highness! Yessss...!” Her eyes clenched shut and her breath fell shallow as she reached her peak. It started low, a soft moan that only grew in strength as the seconds drew out. I cast a quick look to Shiny to make sure he didn't let loose until she was finished. Her scream rose and fell like music with each thrust of my husband's cock inside her. I held her hooves tight, feeling her kick and writhe as she lost all control of her body, the orgasm tossing her around like a hurricane. Ragged and raw now, I was amazed she still had breath left in her lungs to scream as her voice hit a plateau. From the look on Shiny's face I could tell her insides must have been squeezing him real good, and his final pounding thrusts were shallow, fast, and relentless, as he poured the last of his strength into her before he too screamed and came. She came down from her high to the feeling of my husband's seed spurting inside her, and with each burst her voice jumped: “aaaAHh-aaaAhhaaaAhh....”

And then they were both finished, and Shiny held her in a tender embrace as they smiled and caught their breath, and the air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking.

“That... was amazing, your highness,” the ambassador murmured, her voice exhausted, contented, yet still seductive and hungry, “but I believe it is your turn.”

With a sultry smile I turned around and flipped over on my back, legs spread, tail lying prone, presenting myself like a feast to be devoured.

She made an approving sound, and scooched forward. “You honor me, your highness, with your generosity. Allow me to repay you in kind.”

I shivered in delight as her warm tongue kissed my hungry lips, and slipped inside me.

In the end, after many rounds of play and long into the night, all three of us were completely spent. We lay together in our giant heart-shaped bed, I lying face to face with the ambassador and Shining Armor behind her, spooning her. She was out like a light and I watched her sleeping expression. She wore the contented smile of a well-pleasured mare, but in her sleep her tension had returned. Twitches ran across her face, and her legs would spasm and twitch briefly every few minutes.

“Her muscles keep wanting to tense,” I said to my husband through the spell. “I don't think she gets to relax very often, the poor thing.”

“We can always keep her here,” Shining Armor whispered back quietly. “Throw a little concession their way and set her up as permanent ambassador with an official residence near the Crystal Palace. A few more nights like this and she'll be the most carefree mare in the Empire.”

“Tempting.... but that wouldn't be fair,” I said, and stretched a wing forward to wrap around our guest. “She deserves somepony all to herself... and you and me are going to share our love with everypony.” Shining looked at me with hurt eyes and I couldn't stop myself from giggling. “Jealous, Shiny? You don't have to feel threatened. I married you, and you'll always be my husband. Plus you'll get to play with lots of beautiful mares.”

“That can be fun,” he whispered back. “But you're the only mare I need.”

“I know. But I want you to. I'm the Princess of Love, and you're my stallion. Both of us are going to play with lots of mares, and lots of stallions. It's part of the job, and I love my job almost as much as I love you.”

Shining Armor held back a snort, but I ignored him. I was watching the ambassador's sleeping face closely, and gently ran a hoof over her brow. “You need a stallion who will help you leave your work behind each day... who will wait for you when you're away, and make you feel complete when you're home... somepony with strong but gentle hooves, who'll love to give you massages.” I raised my head and shot Shining Armor a smirk. “You should have seen her face when you massaged her, Shiny. This one's a real slut for a good massage.”

“I do give some pretty amazing massages,” he chuckled.

“Well, anypony who rubs her the right way is going to be a very happy stallion.” I shifted, closing the little distance between our bodies so my muzzle was just short of touching hers. “You're going to find your love,” I whispered to her. “And wherever your job takes you, he'll always welcome you home. That is my blessing for you, from the Princess of Love.”

My horn glowed softly as I kissed her forehead.

Her shifting stopped immediately, the tension in her muscles melted away, and she let out a deep sigh in her sleep, and smiled.

I reached out my hoof and linked my ankle around Shining's fetlock so we lay holding our newest friend between us, and before long we were all asleep.

Author's Note

Next time: Ascent.