Always Yours

by BlueFin

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Sex, Anthro
Length: 2066

Ember and his wife Speckle spend their first night together in love..

Love is not just an emotion, it is everything to those who want it. Ember wishes to show his new wife how much she is loved.

Published 2017-08-30 20:30:11 UTC
Last updated 2017-08-30 20:30:11 UTC

Together as One

Ember opened the door to his home, carrying his new wife in his arms. She had fallen asleep during the ride back from the venue, only now coming to. Rubbing her eyes, she took a second to blink a few times before realizing where she was. Her gaze shifted to her husband when he sat down on a nearby couch, taking her down with him. Her shoulders lowered as she sighed. “So this is it, huh? We are officially together now.”

Ember smiled as he took a hold of her small, delicate hand, looking at the ring on her finger. “Yep. You’re stuck with me for a long time.”

She laughed at that. “As if four years wasn't long enough.”

The stallion could only stare at her fondly, taking in the sight of her. Her makeup had mostly faded, but she still had a trace of blush on her cheeks, giving her face a warm tone. Her lower lip darted behind her teeth as she bit it nervously, dark sapphire eyes darting around with uncertainty. He cut her a glance before placing his hands on her shoulders, causing her to look up at him. “I think I know what you want… just know I would never rush you into it.” She nodded, feeling a bit more at ease now. She suddenly gasped as he pulled her in closer. “Besides,” he purred into her ear, “We have all night, there’s no need to rush.”

She blushed brightly before resting her head against his. “Is that so? In that case, let’s take things as slow as possible.”

Ember bit back a grunt, and he smiled at his wife yet again. “Alright, love. If that's what you want.” She beamed, her eyes closing as she peppered little kisses on his nose, hearing him chuckle. His arms wrapped around her waist, and his own eyes closed as he sighed. “You’d think your parents would a bit less supportive of this. I mean, a scientist with a construction worker. If that isn't an odd combo, I don't know what is.”

Speckle frowned slightly. “And who said I wanted to be with you because of your job title? That doesn't matter. What does matter is that we love each other. Nothing else to say about it.”

Ember shook his head, smirking. “I love it when you get defensive. The way your nose crinkles up is adorable.”

The mare paused, slightly taken aback by this. She stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then looked away as she blushed. Her body stiffened like a board as she felt a hand start to unzip her dress, giving the stallion a look. “Can we at least get to the bedroom before we start this?” He gave a short nod, ignoring her cry of surprise as he abruptly stood up, bringing her to said room, closing the door behind him. Letting her down, he gestured to the nearby bathroom.

“Go on. I’ll be getting things ready here.”

She did so, slipping off her long, bulky dress once inside. She then pulled out the pins that was holding her hair up, shaking her head as the dark blue and white locks cascaded down her back. After quickly washing her face, she stared at her reflection. All she had on now was a lacy pink bra and matching underwear. She couldn't be more nervous if she tried. Even having a meeting with the top scientists in the country would be less nerve wracking than this. What was it that was making her feel so uneasy? Was it the fact that it would be the first time that the stallion she loved would see her fully naked? The first time that any stallion saw her fully naked? Would he like what he saw? If he didn’t, what would he say about it? The questions kept building up and the worry was making it hard to think straight. Her husband’s voice brought her out of her slight downward spiral. “Speckle? You doing alright in there?” She blinked, taking in a shuddering breath.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute,” she called.

“Take your time, love. No need to hurry.” Closing her eyes briefly, she rubbed at her temples, trying to clear her head. When they reopened, she shot a glance to the doorknob. The only way she would get answers is if she opened the door. It was now or never.

Ember was lighting a candle when he heard the bathroom door slowly creak open. Turning around, his heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight before him. Speckle stood there with a bright blush on her cheeks, her gaze directed towards the floor. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, stopping just below her elbow. Her breasts were covered from it, but he could make out the pink lace from the bra she was wearing. She wasn't skinny, but her body was riddled with soft looking curves that his hands were itching to run along. Her long legs were flush against each other, and her dark blue hooves stayed planted where they were, as if they were afraid to move forward. “Speckle…,” he breathed, “You look stunning.” Her eyes snapped up to look at him, a surprised expression on her face.

“I...do?,” she asked timidly.

He nodded, holding out a hand to her, which she took gently. He sat down on the bed, she following suit. “Would I ever lie to you?”

“Well, no…”

“Then that's your answer. You make it seem like I’d be disgusted by you.”

She avoided his eyes. “I sorta did,” she murmured softly, wincing at how distrusting she sounded.

She looked up as she was pulled onto his lap, her body tensing as he undid the clasp on her bra, pulling it off swiftly. His hands slowly trailed down her breasts, and he gave them a gentle squeeze as he started to kiss her neck. “Hmm...no. Every inch of you is perfect to me,” he hummed, letting his hands roam lower. Pausing when he heard her giggle when he pressed her stomach, he smirked. “Little ticklish there, are we? I'll keep that in mind for later.” She gave him a quizzical look but remained silent. Ember continued to kiss at her neck, making little love bites on it as well. Her hands did some exploring of their own, lightly running down his toned back before resting on his muscular chest.

Her tail began to subconsciously sway to and fro when he reached up to scratch behind her ears, kissing her lips in the process. She kissed back, her fingers flat against his cheeks as she held his head in place. His head tilted to one side, and he leaned forward to further deepen the kiss, lightly sucking on her bottom lip. Speckle internally cooed at the contact, pressing her body closer to his. Heat rushed up to her cheeks when she felt his thumbs hook around the waistband of her panties, pulling them down to her knees in one fluid motion. The heat traveled up further to the tips of her ears as he delicately traced her cutie mark with a finger, his free hand gliding down her thighs, stopping at her knee only to go back up again. She shivered a little each time it brushed against her inner thighs, making her open her legs a tad bit wider and dip her hips down, just he would stop teasing her, no matter how much she enjoyed it. Ember chuckled lowly when they finally broke away, the sound rumbling deep within his chest. “And you said you wanted to take things slow…,” he noted, winking at her.

Her face was flushed pink as she huffed. “Well this is slow enough.”

“Is it now?” he questioned, keeping his eyes locked on her’s while he curled two of his fingers, gently rubbing them against the outer lips of her hot marehood. She gasped softly, relishing in the feeling of being touched in the place where no one other than herself touched before. Her husband's fingers were rough, strengthened from long work days filled with swinging hammers and carrying planks of wood. Yet here, they stroked her with such care, as if he were feeling the softest of flower petals. Her ears twitched slightly and her eyes closed when one of the fingers slipped past those outer lips, delving into the immense heat that had been held within her. It dipped in and out, loosening her warm folds before the second finger was added, making her squirm as they began to circle around her winking clitoris. She rocked her hips against them, forcing them to roughly grind against the quickly hardening nub. A low moan passed her lips as it spasmed, her legs beginning to buckle, yet she did her best to ignore it, only going faster to soothe the apparent heat that she was experiencing. It got harder for her to think straight as her body moved on its own, consumed by the utter need to satisfy her most sensitive parts. She flicked her tail in disappointment when Ember pulled his fingers out, denying her of what she had been working hard to reach. He shook his head.

“Not yet, love,” he said simply, his eyes twinkling almost in a sly manner. She then noticed that his boxers were off, his halfway hardened member slowly getting longer and rising upwards till it was fully erect. Speckle's hands gravitated towards it, but he stopped her by lightly grasping her wrists, guiding her hands up to his shoulders. She heard a ripping noise come from behind her, then watched with interest as he retrieved a small bottle with a clear gel as its content. He then took one of her hands and squeezed some of the gel into it, lowering it afterwards. She took the hint, gently taking ahold of his thick girth, spreading the gel all around until it was coated evenly. Ember put the bottle aside and pulled her up onto his lap, brushing her mane out of her face before kissing her yet again, lifting her up and slowly entering her at the same time. Her nerves fired, and little jolts ran through her as she stretched to take him in. Her horn began to glow, making the room a bit brighter.

Breaking the kiss, she clenched her teeth and hissed slightly as her hymen was broken, and he slid in deeper. She only could breathe in little puffs, her face now extremely warm. The stallion waited briefly until he felt she was ready for him to move. He shuddered once he did, uttering her name in a blissful tone. “You feel... amazing…,” he breathed, his eyes widening as the sensations sent him into a more excited state. Speckle could barely keep up with his now quickened pace, finally deciding to let him take over, moaning softly to let him know he was hitting all the right spots. Suddenly, she felt some sort of pressure start to build up, and as quickly as it started, it was released, her body quivering and quaking as her horn shot out a beam of light, her legs getting drenched with warm liquid as well. Her husband kept at it for a while longer before tensing and depositing his bubbling hot seed into her womb, the excess dripping down his shaft. He held her steady before she could topple over, holding her close to his chest.

Their breaths were labored, sweat trickled down their faces and backs. Speckle wasn't sure what had come over her, but she was silent as tears streamed from her eyes to settle under her chin. Ember just held her closer and soothingly stroked her mane. “There, there. It's ok.” Leaning back, he pressed himself against the headboard of the bed, pulling the covers over his wife's nude frame. Her breathing had gone back to normal, and the tears stopped flowing. Her eyes were half lidded as she watched him sleepily, and she asked a question she would ask many times throughout their relationship: “You do love me, right?”

He gave her a tired smile in return and lovingly kissed her forehead. “I do. I'll always love you, Speckle. I'm always yours.” She smiled back, lowering her head to sleep in his warm embrace.