Lineage

I retrieved my coat and headed out of the castle, quickly navigating back to the Academy in the darkness of the night before deciding to contact Grael.

“How’s Karra treating you?” I asked him, needing to wait a moment before the reply.

“She’s asleep now,” he said in a rough tone. “She was more than exhausted afterwards.”

“I don’t blame her,” I smirked, deciding to take the rooftop route over the city to get back to the Academy a little faster. “Where is she now?”

“Asleep at my side,” Grael answered. “She fell asleep rather quickly after we’d finished and I didn’t have the heart to move her. Speaking of locations of individuals: where are you?”

“I’m around,” I shrugged, clambering up to a high bell tower and sitting down atop the roof, looking down over the lamp-lit city that basked in the crisp, cold moonlight.

“Lurking as usual then?” he said, making it more than easy to tell he was shaking his head at me, even though I couldn’t see it. “Any plans of coming back?”

“Some time,” I nodded. “I think I’m just gonna relax for a while and come back in a few hours.”

“Suit yourself,” Grael acknowledged. “I’ll tell everyone not to expect you for a while. They’re anxious to talk to you. Luna and Cadance have been arguing all day.”

“Great,” I sighed, tucking my knee against my chest and resting my chin on it. “Over me?”

“Of course,” Grael confirmed. “I’m guessing you already know what about?”

“Yeah. Yeah I do…” I nodded with a solemn tone. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” Grael responded. “I’m here for you whenever you need me.”

“You ever feel… like you’re not worth what you’ve got?” I asked.

“Not usually, but I’m assuming you feel different,” he sighed. “Go on. Tell me what’s bugging you.”

“I just feel like I’m not worth the time people waste on me. I feel like people were expecting me to be some kind of super-being, or hope of my race and… I just ended up a failure,” I vented.

“Your eighteen, Richter,” Grael said in a firm tone. “You the only real knowledge you have of failure at that age is how to spell it. You’ve never lost a war, you’ve never failed to save a life, and you’ve never lost anything important. You have just arrived in the world of adulthood, don’t expect to walk into it with medals and accolades when the world you lived in before has given you no chance to prove yourself.”

“Celestia had defeated an Empire by the time she was sixteen,” I pointed out.

“Which she only needed to do because the two princes that ruled it got mad at her for sleeping with both of them at the same time, leading to them getting quite angry with her,” Grael countered. “She made an error, she made a mistake. She messed up.”

“Still doesn’t take away from the fact that her tactical genius won our country a war,” I interjected.

“Though it is lessened by the fact she was fixing a mistake she made because she was stupid,” Grael retorted. “She’d never have that accolade if she hadn’t have made such a mess of everything before hand. But there is credit due to her for fixing that mistake. From turning a bad situation, into a good one.”

“What exactly do you mean by that?” I asked.

“She took a bad situation and made it a good one through perseverance and dedication,” Grael explained. “You’ve seen gymnastics performances where the athlete has messed up, correct?”

“Yeah, and they get points deducted from fucking up. What’s your point?”

“What do they do after they fail? They pick themselves up and end as gracefully as possible to try and gain some standing back.”

“Doesn’t change the fact they lost points for failing.”

“But it does change the fact that they gained more back by picking themselves up than they would’ve if they’d done nothing instead.”

“What are you trying to say to me here?”

“I’m trying to tell you that it doesn’t matter if you are or for how long you have fallen down, as long as you have the strength and ability to pick yourself up after you fall.”

“Fall down seven time-”

“-get up eight. You feel like you’ve been falling on your ass for your entire life, Richter. Isn’t it about time you started learning to pick yourself up afterwards?”

“Maybe…”

“Definitely, Richter. Defeat and failure don’t come when you get knocked down. They come when you refuse to get up again. That’s one of the first things Luna taught you.”

“One of the few things Luna taught me,” I sighed, nodding my head as I looked up at the bright moon. “One of the few things she was allowed to teach me. And that needs to change.”

“I’m guessing you’re siding with her then?” Grael asked.

“Yeah. I know Mom just wants to protect me. But I need to know how to protect myself.”

“Then tell her that when you come home,” Grael said in a chuckle. “Now if you excuse me, I’ve got a warm pretty-kitty I wanna snuggle into to get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, Richter.”

“You too, buddy,” I sighed, closing my eyes and leaning back on my hands.

Grael was right. He was always right. I’d spent so much of my life lying face down in the dirt crying about how hard everything was instead of getting up and trying again. I focussed on the fall as the irredeemable fail, too much effort going into giving up instead of getting good. I rubbed my tired eyes for a long second, allowing the chill of the night to wash over me, hoping it would wake me up a little. I needed to train more. To train more on my own, to train more with Luna, with Twilight.

With somebody.

There’d come a point where my back was against the wall and I’m not gonna have Luna swoop in and save me, or a curse keeping my dead body going, or healing candies to get my dead body functioning properly. There was going to come a point where I was against the ropes with no friends, no back-up, and nobody to rely on besides myself. And when that finally happened, I needed to be able to handle it by myself.

Luna was right. I was a fuck-up in all respects. From Mom sticking her nose into things when she shouldn’t have to just being an untrained mess myself, a pile of potential that was slowly hardening into a failure. It didn’t have to happen like that, but it did. There were choices made by powers out of my hands that turned me into what I am today… but as a grown man, maybe it was time I started making my own choices.

Luna wants to take me away to train properly for some period of time while Mom justs wants me to stay and home and be her loving little boy. I always hated having to upset her but… I needed this. I needed time away from all the distractions to learn how to fight properly, to learn how to defend myself and overcome challenges that weren’t drunk bandits and untrained morons that didn’t know the difference between a sword’s hilt and its pommel or someone that thought a sword’s crossguard was there to make it look cooler.

I stood up on the rooftop, looking down at the city below as I made my decision: I was going away with Luna, no matter what torment it caused to everyone else. I was always a selfish creature, so why change that now? I needed all the skill I could get at this point and nailing powerful magic users wasn’t getting me anywhere if I couldn’t use the power I’d gained. Mom, Svea, Verella… all contributing to a bath house of energy that was never going to be opened.

I started to make my way back to the Academy, my mind set on telling my family exactly what I wanted to do from now on, whether it angered or pleased them, I was going to stay true to my intentions, open up, and finally admit to them what I wanted to do with my life. I walked into the main entrance of the Academy to find Luna standing there with her arms crossed, now back at her full height. I walked over to her and opened my mouth to speak before being cut off before I got a chance to make a sound.

“You’re coming with me to Falketurm,” she said. “I don’t wanna hear you complain about it, just be ready to leave by the end of this month.”

“I was hoping to talk to you about that, actually,” I nodded. “I wanted to tell you that I was more than ready to get serious with training, no matter what Mom says.”

“That’s good to hear…” Luna said with a determined expression before her eyes fell down to the floor a little and her stance slacked slightly.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“No… not really,” she shrugged. “It’s just that… I made a promise to you a while back that I still haven’t let you cash in on. I figure it’s about time I held up my end of the bargain.”

I was confused at first, wondering what she was referring to by a promise, searching through my memory before I remembered the promise she made involving a bath and the dinner between her legs. Luna was visibly annoyed by the sly grin that spread onto my face as I realised what I was entitled to, looking her up and down before she sighed in an annoyed fashion.

“Can we just go and get this over with?” she asked in an irritated fashion. “I need to get to bed early tonight.”

“If you insist,” I nodded, gesturing towards the stairwell. “After you…”

Transition.

Luna sank into the warmth of the bath in an awkward manner, a red blush on her cheeks as she covered herself up with her arms. I sank into the bath across from her, smiling cockily as she glared hatefully at me.

“Well?” she demanded angrily. “Get on with it!”

“Very well,” I nodded, moving over to her in the deep water and placing my hands on her shoulders.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “My pussy’s down there.”

“I know,” I smiled, gently picking her up and laying her down on the side of the bath, allowing the warm water and soapy suds to slide across her gorgeous, toned dark body as I stared at her pussy, glistening in the candle light thanks to the water. Luna locked her fingers and rested her body on her forearms, staring directly ahead with an awkward expression.

“Will you hurry up and do it already?” she demanded angrily. “I’m starting to get cold here.”

“I will, don’t worry,” I said, gliding my hand over her thick, well-exercised ass while stroking my cock to its full size, already about to cum from the sheer excitement of just being in this situation with this woman. The thought of fucking her there and then, even for a couple of seconds, was a tantalising one. I knew she’d beat the shit out of me for penetrating her and would probably never trust me again. Hell, if I’d signed on for something and then was raped by the person I was with, I wouldn’t be too happy with them either.

So I decided to keep it to the touch and tongue it had been arranged as, despite the blue-balls I’d end up with for it, and slowly got onto my knees, spreading her firm ass apart and gliding my tongue over her pussy lips. Luna shivered silently, trying to keep her excitement non-visible, but it was clear to tell from the different kind of wet her pussy was that she was deeply anticipating this. I licked her again, this time hard enough to depress the flesh, hearing the dark-skinned goddess suck in a breath, seeing the strong muscles in her legs knot as she tensed and relaxed from the contact.

“You’re delicious, you know that?” I asked as I massaged her ass.

“S-Shut up,” she growled, gritting her teeth as she tried her best to fake anger. I dragged my tongue across her cherry-flavoured pussy a third time, this time parting her shaved lips and making her moan aloud, much to her displeasure.

“I’ve fantasised about you a lot,” I admitted, delving deep into my psyche for that confession. “I’ve fantasised about you even more than I did for Mom.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” she growled.

“If you want it to be,” I shrugged, licking at her nethers a fourth time and gently pushing the tip of my tongue past her outer lips, getting a mind-numbingly good taste of her cherry pussy. “I just want to admit to a darker part of me. Maybe to ask forgiveness from the victim of my sick fantasies.”

“You’ve fantasised about raping me, haven’t you?” she asked, looking back at me for the first time since we’d started.

“A few times,” I nodded, massaging her pussy with my thumb and making her groan in a pleasant manner. “In fits of anger and youth, my mind would go to places I’m not proud of. Though the fantasies changed as I got older. They became less aggressive… in some ways.”

“I think you should stop talking before I get mad at you,” she growled, trying to keep her voice stable and fierce but unable to as I pushed my thumb inside her wet cove, feeling the moisture of her arousal more than any of the harshness of her lies.

“The fantasies changed from rape to domination,” I admitted. “They weren’t about hurting you anymore, more along the lines of fucking you until you appreciated me. It helped me stay sane during training sessions. Just imagining how you’d look with your face smeared with my cum. My favourite though, was getting you to stop yelling at me by throat-fucking you. You’d always look really mad at first, but by the time I came in that wet mouth of yours, you were too horny to care. You enjoyed the taste of my cock too much to get angry anymore.”

I replaced my thumb with my tongue, getting the full taste of her delicious, wet cunt in my mouth, swilling my tongue around her insides and stirring her up something fierce. Luna’s own tongue began to hang from her mouth, my thumb massaging her clit and making her purr in a lustful fashion, my cock throbbing and nearly dripping from the mind-melting pleasure of finally getting her like this.

“You were the first woman I ever masturbated thinking about, y’know?” I asked.

“I’m honoured,” she said in a sarcastic tone, lying down on the marble floor above the bath and grinding her cunt against my face. “Indulge me with your sick, twisted fantasies some more, you little pervert.”

“This was back when the fantasies were rape ones,” I said, chuckling in a dark tone as I ran my tongue over her soapy asshole, feeling her entire body shiver once more from the unexpected, yet not-unwelcomed contact. “The more I was taught about sex during my lessons, the more and more I thought of doing to you. I always came the hardest thinking about getting you pregnant.”

“You’re a sick little fuck, you know that, right?” she asked, clearly angered by my confessions but being more than happy to keep allowing me to lick her out.

“I only ever masturbated to the thought of one other woman besides you, Luna,” I said, driving my tongue as deep into her dripping snatch as I could, using my fingers to rub in the leakage streaming down her thighs and into the bath. “I only ever jerked it thinking of you, and my mom. But I always treated her right. It was only you I ever got violent towards.”

“I’m flattered, Richter. Truly I am,” she said, placing her hand on the back of my head and pushing me into her pussy, wanting me to get my tongue as deep in her as she needed it. “I’ll sleep better at night knowing that my nephew blew his first load thinking about raping me.”

“I cum more depending on how much I desire the girl I’m fucking,” I said after a moment of tongue-twisting. “Did you know that?”

“Yes. All Incubi do,” Luna nodded, turning around entirely as staring me in the eyes as she grinded her soaking cunt against my mouth. “And let me guess: You came buckets thinking about me?”

“Of course,” I nodded, kissing and sucking her clit while we maintained eye contact. “You bring out the demon in me, Luna.”

“Your mother told me about what happened the first time you fucked her,” Luna said, leaning back and exhaling in pleasure. “She told me you nearly fucked her half to death that day. Said that you lost control of the demon inside you and started to change into that big wolf monster, all because of how much you wanted her.”

Luna gritted her teeth after her last sentence, spilling her juice all over my tongue and into my mouth, her cherry liquid pouring down my chin and into the warm, soapy bath as she came. She remained sitting there, my tongue lapping at her pussy to clean up as much of her delicious overflow as possible, before a sinister smile came to her face.

“She told me how big you were, Richter,” she said, gently stroking my head. “Show me that monster cock of yours.”

“With pleasure,” I smirked, standing up from the water and resting me throbbing, near-foot-long dick on her abdomen, allowing her to trail her hand across it before pulling the foreskin back, her hand now slick with the pre I’d been pouring into the bath from sheer arousal over her. She wiped as much of my pre off my cock as she could before bringing her hand up to her face, staring at the clear fluid with an aroused gaze. She then began to lick her hand clean of my seminal fluid, moaning contentedly as she did so, before beginning to stroke my cock with the same hand and staring at me longingly.

“You taste delicious, fuck-boy,” she smirked. “I might be a little interested in that cum of yours now that I’ve got a taste of it.”

“I’d be more than willing to give it to you,” I said, pressing myself against her body and toying with her erect nipples. “All you have to do is one little thing.”

“And what’s that?” she asked, placing her mouth centimetres away from mine.

“Let me fuck you like the two-bit slut we both know you are,” I growled. “And I’ll let you drink straight from the tap.”

“If I said yes…” she giggled. “Would you hurt me in the process?”

“Of course I would.”

“Just what I wanted to hear…”