“You don’t look very tired tonight…”
Shining smiled back at the king. The two stallions sat lounging upon the bed, closely together. The sheets were discarded and hid nothing from view at the bottom of the bed, as they had been disrupted. The bedroom was lowly lit and night had long since matured. They inched closer to one another as little pets and strokes were leaned into more comfortably. Sombra stroked along the other stallions frame and arm at his own leisure, somewhat cold to his touch. Shining’s had found their way to Sombra’s chest, resting there content. He leaned closer and upward, nibbling on the King’s chin until Sombra reciprocated, knitting their maws together in a kiss.
Sombra’s tongue pressed and pulled on Shining’s, his tail starting to swish as he felt the immediate movement on his body. He arched around and pulled Shining closer by his back, so that Shining’s hooves may slip lower and caress his inner thigh as well as he groin. The more he felt friction burning heat into his member, the rougher he kissed. The rougher he kissed, the quicker his breeder and tackle were rubbed. His ears flicked and tuned into the soft gasps he pulled and chewed from Shining’s lips, his limbs beginning to clutch at his lover. Seconds, mere seconds of foreplay had the King at full mast.
Shining pulled away slowly and looked up expectantly at the other, a coy smile on his lips as his hooves continued to brush at flesh. Sombra closed his eyes, felt the other stallion stroke his flank gently, and opened them again calmly. He pulled Shining closer still, and the other’s arms drifted from Sombra’s groin to a reciprocating cuddle. He clung onto the king, feeling the hot member press at his underside, and his own starting to twitch below it.
Sombra leaned his head up, his horn starting to glow with magic. A small dark red orb slowly gathered at the tip of it. The orb wasn’t solid, holding a much more gelatinous fluid texture. It drifted down from his horn and gently rolled down Shining’s back, bouncing a little as it went. The ball skipped past the length of Shining’s tail and neatly tucked itself under it. Sombra reached a hoof down, tracing where the ball had rolled and cupped the orb at his mate’s rump. He pressed down and the ball flattened into a warm smooth liquid. Shining nuzzled his neck as the king began to massage it over the area slowly, his hips bucking just a bit to let their members’ frot together smoothly. Both stimulants made the white stallion grow rigid.
Unicorn mating was always thought to be more personal that way, though not necessarily more passionate. It saved a few bits on lubrication and, either way, they shared the tender moment in contentment. It would not last much longer, they both knew. The anticipation was there, simmering beneath their fur as both bodies rocked against the other. Shining was shivering in the grasp ever so gently, at the touch to his flank that still found time to run trails between his legs and smear the liquid firmly in. His hole tingled pleasantly at each stroke, its effects already sinking into his system to the pleasant amorous hum of Sombra’s horn. The want to part his legs to display and show himself for the enjoyment of his lover grew in him.
“Shining…” Sombra coo’d softly down the other stallion. His grip loosened and hooves retracted. Shining responded as quickly as his brain could process moment. He laid himself flat on his back and splayed his hind legs apart wide. Heaving softly Shining hoisted his lower half upward. The king descended on him then, supporting Shining’s raised rump with his own body and leaned over him.
“Shining…” Sombra murred down at his mate again. It was a wordless beckoning that held multiple gravities in Shining’s mind. The call was more than that. It was an order set in polite intimate territory.
Shining didn't reply, his eyes fixed up on the other's frame looming over him. Bent backwards on their silken bed, his front limbs reaching up to hold the hind ones apart as he kept his rump balanced in the air. His member hung down and poked at his tummy, inflated and more than aroused. Sombra's weight above him held him upright, still and open. The king's ebony breeder rested between his firm rump cheeks, wet with pre and a vigorous treatment of the magic lube almost glowing on his exposed. He didn't need to reply, hearing his king rumble his name was enough to make his cock throb in anticipation as he stared up. The thick black cock ground against his damp twitching pucker, teasing it with flesh alone and not what the stallion so desperately needed now. He needed to be one with his king. He needed the comforting fullness of it all…
"You look so desperate, Shining…" Sombra murmured as he watched his lover, tracing his muzzle down to the parted panting lips. Those bright eyes were hazed and glossed with longing. Still he bucked bluntly between the comfy rump cheeks, not knowing how he was restraining himself from tearing Shining apart, if only to watch the other stallion grow restless. Their time apart had been too much, only now with his personal guard at hoof did he realize it.
"It's so beautiful...I cannot stand it..." he growled, steadying himself over the bed, hooves at either one of Shining's side as they sunk into the mattress. Their muzzled moved closer, but he could not kiss them again yet. His hips arched upward, lifting his member and angling it down, the flared tip prodding hard on the entrance. Shining whinnied and fidgeted, his body tensing up. It was coming...please let it come…good lord let it come…
There was no more warning, no more teasing. Shining needed neither, and arched his head back into the plush pillows as he felt his king's cock slowly press into him. He pulled at his hind legs to try and spread them further, to let Sombra in him. He couldn't feel any pain. Sombra never let him feel any. All he heard was the ragged satisfied moan of pleasure singing to his ears, and his own beginning to mix with it.
Sombra sunk his hips down, stretching out his mate's plothole bit by bit and feeling the insides yield to his cock. His tip oozed pre inside as it fought the tightness that had taken Shining in his absence. He would see it gone by that evening. Their sacks touched at the hilt, fuzzy and comfy together. Shining let out a happy sigh as the king pressed his prostate.
Sombra's hips jumped into life as if unchained, pulling and pushing at the sweet supple flesh of his mate's insides. Each thump inside rewarded him with a soft, short moan from his trapper lover, his mane draping downward like a black veil that blocked out anything else around Sombra's muzzles in Shining’s view. Shining didn't look away, couldn’t look away nor closed his eyes. He watched.
He watched Sombra rhythmically pound him, low grunts of pleasure starting to punctuate the thrust. He watched the meat sink into his spreading hole. He watched his own member and sack bounce just below the rutting cock, He felt every last inch of it press on his tailhole, the balls slapping his bare rump as his mate pistoled tirelessly at him. He watched Sombra, watching that devilish pleasured smile and took joy in being the source, watching his king breed him.
A hoof shifted from the bed to his chest, pinning and caressing Shining's fur and body. Sombra loved to touch him, even when they weren't joined by sex Sombra would pet and stroke his body when he could. "Mercy Shining…" Sombra panted as he hammered, his bravado growing by each second as Shining tugged at his thick dick. The other stallion was pushing back now. Sombra could feel the hips desperately pushing him in with matching tempo, the humps becoming damper and rougher. A trail of pre drooled down Shining’s cock, down his chest and onto his neck. He didn't need to attend to it, the sheer force of being fucked was enough for the guard to feel like he would blow at any second. All he could feel was pleasure coursing through his body, all he would see was Sombra and all he needed, was both.
That was the last clear though Shining had as he gazed up at the king. The rest was nature now. He tugged harder at his hind legs, Sombra’s cock drilling into him with fearsome assault, hooves anchored on him, the sharp slaps of the swollen balls, the very very gentle creak of the bed only he could hear. Sombra’s eyes was fixed on his, lost in a universe were only his lover held his focus.
He was close. Too close. Far too close for the white stallion’s liking. It had seemed like only milliseconds seconds ago he was the target of Sombra’s breeding. But the heat was building in his sack like lava. The rough grinding slams to his insides where getting too much to bear any more. Shining fought the edge off best he could and begged for permission: the simple biting of his lips.
He saw his answer. Sombra licked his own lips in approval.
Shining armour closed his eyes, gripped himself tight and threw himself over the edge with a loud shameless moan. A thick torrent blast of his seed burst from his member and coated himself in ropes of his own spunky musk, short jerking spasms for each glob. He needed to be dirty, covered in his fluids. Sombra liked that. Sombra liked seeing him cum at his doing, he loved cuddling tightly against their matted coats, he loved cleaned him afterward in whatever way he deemed fit. Sombra loved him.
The king couldn’t bear the tightness anymore, letting his own copious load go inside his lover with a grunting roar and an arched back. He shock and humped still, pushing each rope deep as he could muster. Shining needed to be full, that's how Shining loved it. He needed to please his precious loving Shining. The face Shining made when he was stuffed to the brim and dripping was irreplaceable. The body wide shudder of pleasure he felt against his lover
They panted, wobbled, barely held each other aloft for the seconds of afterglow before collapsing into one another. Eyes open slow, halfway. Sombra leaned up just enough, and kissed his mate gently. His arms curled back around the other, meshing the coats in a sticky mess. Cosiness overtook him as simply as a blanket was drawn over the body.
Shining nuzzled the other stallion’s muzzle gently, getting his breath back “…You…still want me top sometime?” he whispered smiling. His spent hole dripped around the edges and meshed with Sombra’s branding magic.
Sombra grinned, his horn giving off a very gentle red light. The dark wasn’t enough to see Shining smile. “Yes…yes I do. I wish to experience…every experience.”
“…You make it real hard to be mucho on that front…”
“The day I least expect it…I may be pleasantly overthrown”
-Fin-
