Oh, It's Good to be King

Sombra let out a long, heavy sigh, his tensed muscles finally relaxing and his breathing returning to normal. All around him lay the bodies of freshly slain ponies, most of them in multiple pieces, while blood and carnage covered the floor and the scent of such filled the air. As the king breathed deeply, the smell washed over him and sent a shiver down his spine, his already rock hard cock giving a twitch and releasing a dollop of pre that dribbled down and landed to mix with the blood that pooled around his hooves. The large stallion glanced around, surveying the damage he had caused with a small smirk on his lips, analyzing each corpse and trying to find the one that appealed to him most. Finally, his bright red eyes fell on a pony that had been nearly cut in half, a large, gaping wound in their abdomen with their intestines just starting to slide out. He walked slowly over to the body, his pace unhurried, for he was the king, and he had all the time in the world to enjoy his victory. He slid a hoof into the bloody gash and felt the heat still radiating from the pony’s core, a fact that caused the smirk on his face to grow just enough to show off one glistening, pale fang.

The king lit his horn with dark, bubbling magic and used it to lift the limp corpse, hovering it before himself as he sat on the blood-soaked floor, not minding the liquid that seeped into his fur, and positioned the wound above his stiff, twitching dick. With deliberate slowness, as if to tease himself, he lowered the still-warm flesh, feeling blood drip onto his thighs and balls as his cock was gradually encased in slippery, wet, delicious warmth. He could feel everything, organs, muscles, bones, all sliding past the sensitive head of his dick as slowly but surely he started to fuck the pony’s corpse.

The sensation was absolutely heavenly to the demented king, better than any natural orifice a pony had, and already he could feel his end approaching, but he wasn’t ready to finish yet, so he slowed his thrusts until he was just barely moving the body at all as his body backed away from the edge. It only took a few moments for his cock to stop twitching and his balls to relax back to their normal position, so he began to slide the corpse just a bit faster, gaining momentum and pleasure as he picked up the pace. It wasn’t long before he started to fuck in earnest once more, his dark magic moving the pony’s body up and down in long, quick strokes as Sombra let out low moans of pleasure. Blood had now thoroughly soaked the king’s thighs, balls and cock and was quickly cooling and matting there, but Sombra paid it no mind, his attention was thoroughly fixed on the feeling of warm, soft, squishy intestines undulating around his dick.

The dark stallion could once again feel his orgasm approaching, so he quickened his movements, the pony’s head and limbs flopping about limply as he forced the corpse onto his cock faster and harder. His grunts and moans rose in volume, filling the otherwise empty room with sounds of pleasure and sick squelching. He could feel his body tensing, his balls pulling up, yet he still wasn’t quite there. In an effort to push himself over the edge, Sombra split his magic, using a small portion to grab a section of intestines and wrap them snugly against his cock, adding pressure to the warmth and wetness. That did it. He finally hit his peak, letting out a loud roar that caused the crystalline walls to tremble, and shoving the corpse so far down onto his cock that he ripped the gash open further, causing some of the organs to slide out onto his lap. His whole body seized up as he felt his cock spurt shot after shot of hot, gooey cum into his fucksleave, his whole body twitching as he experienced the best orgasm he’d had in a long time.

As he slowly came down from his high, Sombra glanced at the face of the pony whose body he had just desecrated and nearly let out a laugh. The pony’s eyes were rolled back in their head and some of his cum was dribbling out of their mouth, apparently the king had cum so hard, he’d shot it all the way up their throat. Chuckling a bit to himself, the dark stallion pulled the corpse off of his cock, the quickly softening flesh giving a final twitch as it exited it’s warm enclosure, and watched as their organs slid out onto the floor, in a bloody, messy pile, most of them with splashes of his cum adorning them. He tossed the body to the side and stood, stretching out his limbs and reveling in the feeling he always got after such an event, he felt more powerful than any other time, he felt like he could conquer the world as easily as he had that room. The demented king let out small chortle, enjoying his high feeling as he walked out of the room. His slaves would take care of the mess and he could go enjoy his afterglow in the comfort of his bed.
Oh, it’s good to be king.