To Serve a Demon

by Wendy Crescent

Rating: mature
Tags: King Sombra, Princess Celestia, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 2011

Sometimes even the purest amongst us need relief from the daily masks they wear, to relinquish their control, quite literally in some cases. What better way to lose control than at the hands of someone wicked? Even Princess Celestia needs relief.

Sometimes even the purest amongst us need relief from the daily masks they wear, to relinquish their control, quite literally in some cases. What better way to lose control than at the hands of someone wicked?

Even Princess Celestia needs relief. She keeps a dark and horrible secret from her subjects. A secret that would most definitely ruin their perception of her divine purity. That secret is tall, dark, and ruggedly handsome. It has brought her to her knees and encourages her to indulge in what makes her feel like a mare. Tempting her with pleasures that her subjects would deem to be heretical. Yet she finds pleasure and comfort in her submission.

Cover Art: Once more by the lovey and super awesome Manifest Harmony :heart:

Editors: Fuzzy Fabricator, ShadowedEmber, Sixkiller5

Published 2017-06-19 10:50:05 UTC
Last updated 2017-06-19 10:50:05 UTC

To Serve a Demon

It was undeniable that princess Celestia was a woman of angelic beauty. Her beauty was the stuff of legends. Soft ivory skin, long flowing aurora hair draping across her body as if it were a most elegant evening gown, hiding away most of her real clothing. She was the sole uncontested ruler of Equestria. Her sister had been banished to Tartarus long ago, it was an act that still haunted her to this day. A necessary evil to protect her subjects.

She had to be strong in all things. She led by example. In war, she was the first into the fray, and the last out of it. A goddess among mortals, none stood above her, and none could make her take a knee. None knew of her dark secret, of her sins and her betrayal.

Her deepest and darkest secret was currently sitting on her throne. She was kneeled at his feet wearing a plain steel collar. He was ruggedly handsome with ashen skin and jet-black hair. His eyes were a baleful red that glowed like embers. He was handsome beyond mortal comprehension. He was tall, almost twice her size, his abs were well-defined and he had a strong jawline.

They were both naked as they day they were born. She was chained to her own throne by the ankle. Celestia’s hands and mouth worked his mighty pride. Her magenta eyes locked with those impassive burning orbs. He looked cold and uncaring, but she knew he loved this. She knew he loved her.

She might have controlled the lands, the people and the wealth. But she was his. Not by force, not by any demonic pact. It might have started out as the latter – as thrill seeking on her part. Being the sovereign ruler, the bastion of purity your subjects want to see you as, worshipped as a mother figure… It left little wriggle room for having a harem or mortal consorts. She had taken some pride in her resistance to temptation,, but as she pushed herself down on his big, throbbing cock, once more taking it deeply into her tight, gagging throat, she couldn’t understand how she had never given in. She had been stupid to deny herself. Her sexuality. The pleasure and bliss of being ravaged by a brute – nay, a monster like him. Her Master.

A long, drawn-out moan of delight passed her lips, the strong musky scent drove her wild. It was truly intoxicating. She pressed her large, pillowy-soft breasts against the base of his immense maleness. It was truly massive, no mortal woman could reasonably take it, it would utterly ruin any who attempted. Wrapping her tits around the shaft she squeezed firmly, slowly starting to pump up and down, just the way he loved. She made sure to never allow his member to touch air, always stimulating it so dutifully.

She was a complete slut for him. The hand that moved through her hair was all the acknowledgement she needed. The low grunt she picked up was a wondrous bonus, spurring her on to greater heights of pleasure. He wasn’t stimulating her, she got her pleasure from the simple act of serving him. But never enough. Never enough to sate the burning need inside of her core, never slaking her lust for being speared on that massive pride of his. The simple act of thinking about sitting in his lap and riding him made her thrust down harder, eagerly swallowing up his cock, gagging heavily around it.

His hand took a firm grasp, holding her in place, making her gag and choke on his breeding spear. Her eyes widened – not with shock, but with lust and longing. She squirmed and tried to pull away, knowing he loved it when she struggled. Slowly her tongue pushed past her lips, lapping at the salty skin of his sack. Tears of effort welled up in her eyes and flowed freely, staining her flushed ivory cheeks with her dark mascara. She could feel her own saliva dripping down on her breasts.

He was laughing at her, and she loved it. “Such a wanton creature,” he commented in his deep, rumbling voice that was like music to her ears. It made her feel weak, powerless. “Yes. You love choking on cock. Look at you, a weak woman. Pathetic. Maybe this time I should let you pass out.” He grinned down at her. The evil look in his red eyes made her melt. She was already able to feel her consciousness slipping away. It didn’t stop her from lapping at his cock, eagerly worshipping him. “Your subjects say you are a descendant of a goddess. You look more like the spawn of a prostitute, everything about your body was perfectly sculpted to make you the most desirable sex slave.”

He released her, firmly shoving her off his cock – narrowly avoiding throwing her down the steps. “Y-you’re a monster!” She protested, panting heavily, unable to look at him with anything but lust and longing. It shamed her to admit that she got off on this. That she loved the cruel, disrespectful way he treated her. As if to him she wasn’t a lover, nor a consort. A simple sex-addicted slut. “I-I will break free of these accursed bonds one day! I will kill you!” She screamed defiantly. Her words lacked any punch as she dripped uncontrollably, unable to hide her clear arousal and need. She loved him. She needed him.

His sharp laughter made her blush deepen. “Empty threats. You had your chance, and if you kill me, who will sate that endless arousal of yours? Who will feed your addiction to cum? Think before you speak, stupid female,” he said. She would have retorted, if it wasn’t for his hand grabbing her collar, pulling her forcefully into his lap. Her knees rested on the soft velvety cushion, her drooling, burning-hot pussy pressed against his throbbing hardness.

She couldn’t help herself. Placing her hands on his shoulders she instantly gave in, her resolve for freedom shattered instantly. Instead she found herself grinding against his mighty spear, breathing heavily. Knowing she was not allowed to take it in. But knowing he desired her to serve. He was a cruel master, making her tease herself upon the thing she desired most. The implement of her own submission. “P-please…” she whimpered pathetically, her voice low, barely a whisper.

“No,” he said simply. His hand grabbed her ass with a hard slap and firm squeeze, making her squeal and whine louder. “I don’t think you deserve it after that outburst.” She knew her Royal Guard was just outside the door. Screaming wasn’t an option. She buried her face in his neck. “I think I will tease you, leave you wanting until our next meeting, whore.”

“No! P-please! Master!” She exclaimed louder than she should, her eyes tearing up. “Please! L-let me serve you. Let this wanton bitch pleasure you!” She pleaded, not for her own pleasure, but for his. She wanted to serve him. Slowly her lust won over shame, grinding herself against his cock, pressing her ample, spannable ass into his squeezing hands. “Please, I will do anything Master!”

The firm smack against her ass was not unexpected, the way she allowed herself to scream like a wanton slut was though. It visibly gave him pause. “Fine. But only because it’s been a month since I had a dumb slut to empty my seed into.” He commented, feigning disinterest. Nails raked along her flesh, forcing her up, positioning her over the head of his cock. Then, without even a care for her he pulled her down, slamming Celestia onto his breeding spear as though she was nothing more than a very realistic sex-doll. And she loved it.

“YES! MASTER!” She screamed, grabbing onto him. Her nails slowly clawing at his back. She couldn’t care anymore. Let her guards burst in, let them see her be a woman for once. Spending a long moment grinding herself down on his cock, she could feel the head teasing the entrance to her womb. Most women would find it agonising. She loved it, she knew she could get him deeper. “Oooooh T-thank you, Master!” She was so happy. She felt completed like this.

“Go on, slave. Serve me.” He coaxed her, his voice firm. Celestia didn’t keep him waiting, biting her bottom lip she started to pull up and up until only the tip remained buried inside of her depths. Then she slammed down hard, filling herself with his massive breeding spear. It very quickly became a rhythm. It was a long-established ritual of her doing everything, the driving force behind her own submission.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, her hands clawing at his back, his shamelessly groping the woman as she bounced up and down on his cock, screaming every time she took him into her wanton, needy depths. He gripped her hair, tugging it back, making her screams loud and audible for all. “Such a whore. Show off for me. Show me how much you love cock, pathetic creature,” he commanded. She obeyed. Clinging to him for dear life, slamming herself down on his throbbing, pre-leaking maleness.

The throne room was filled with the lewd slapping of flesh meeting flesh in savage, animalistic fucking. Punctuated by the squeals and screams of a woman who was lost in her own pleasure, simply not giving a damn anymore. She felt so alive, so good. The way he filled her up, stretched her wider than her fingers or even her toys ever could. She could never look away from his eyes, captivated and lost in them. “M-master! P-please fill me!” she pleaded. He was in charge, he was her everything.

He didn’t give her an answer. He didn’t need to. The way he grabbed her ass, and pulled her down hard and rough was more than enough indication. It was all the warning she needed to prepare herself for the rush of his addictive, demonic seed. She could feel the head of his cock slamming past her cervix, making her scream even louder than before, in both pain and pleasure. “YES! F-FILL ME!” She demanded, very much like an addict about to get her fix.

She grabbed on tighter, nuzzled into his neck taking in the scent of her partner as if she was some depraved wild animal. Finally, the delicious flood of his seed came. The warm, creamy, unholy cum shooting directly into her womb. It coaxed out sweet, blissful cries as it filled her. The euphoria was enough to push her over into her own screaming orgasm, feeling herself milking his cock, grinding into it, wanting every little drop inside of her womb. Begging her goddess mother to bless her with a child this time. She laid there in his lap, limp and held by him, the only male ever brave enough to treat her like a real woman, not approach her like a goddess. “I-I love you, S-sombra…” She mewled softly.

“Princess we heard you scre-” The Captain said, staring at the sight before him, watching his goddess ride the unholy demon’s cock to completion. His spear dropping to the marble floor. His mouth agape in shock and horror. Watching how Princess Celestia, the pure goddess of Equestria panted and mewled like a common whore being fucked in some seedy tavern.

“C-captain… Armor… Y-you are dismissed.” Celestia said in between her moans and mewls giving the captain a fiery look over her shoulder.

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