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.
The dark king stretched languidly on his massive bed, his eyes closed and his shadowy fur still matted with gore and blood. His jaws opened in a large yawn, showing off his glistening fangs as he slowly roused from sleep, rolling over onto his side and stepping out of bed. He finally opened his crimson eyes and glanced around his chambers, a grin spreading across his face when he spotted a maid frozen in fear only a few feet away. The demented pony sauntered over to the terrified mare, grin never leaving his lips as he walked around her, surveying her from every angle. He may have just gotten off a few hours ago, but evidently it wasn't enough as he felt himself growing hard once again, the trembling maid helping with that considerably.
After a thorough look-over, Sombra decided the girl was good enough and surrounded her in his sickly, bubbling magic, not minding her yelp as he lifted her into the air and over to his bed, which he only just noticed was rather dirty from all the blood and gore he was still coated in. Unfortunately for the poor mare in his grip, it only served to excite the King further, reminding him of his earlier exploits. He lay the shaking mare right in the middle of the gorey mess, and for a moment contemplated ripping her stomach open, but it would just be a bad attempt to recreate his earlier victory. He'd rather just fuck the girl for the sake of slaking his lust and maybe slaughter some other ponies later.
With his decision made, the demented stallion spread his victim's legs and swung his powerful forelegs onto the bed, mounting her and placing his rock hard cock on her belly. The mare let out a pathetic whimper and the King chuckled as he noticed tears sliding down her muzzle, it may not be the same as fucking an open wound and organs, but the terror the live ones show is almost as good.
He adjusted so the large head of his stallionhood rested right at her entrance and slowly started to push in, enjoying every delicious inch as it forced her open, her nearly dry pussy trying it's best to keep him out. As he pushed in, the filly started to cry harder, her muzzle scrunched up in pain and her muscles tensing in an automatic reaction, making Sombra smirk and push faster, causing her to cry out. A low growl slid from the demented King's throat as he started to move, feeling each ridge and texture of her cunt as he pulled out and pushed right back in, slowly picking up speed.
The mad King dug his forehooves into the mattress and his back hooves into the floor as he started to truly pound the little pony beneath him, the globs of pre dripping from his tip coated her insides, allowing his thrusts to become faster and more brutal. The maid cried out on the particularly painful thrusts, but otherwise tried to keep her noises quiet, though tears now streamed freely down her face, soaking her fur and the filthy mattress below her.
Feeling that she wasn’t making nearly enough noise for his liking, King Sombra lunged forward, burying his cock in her to the hilt and sinking his gleaming fangs deep into the flesh of her shoulder. The maid let out a pain and terror filled scream which reverberated around the crystalline room, making the demented stallion shudder in pleasure. Once her scream had died down, he slowly started to move his hips again, tilting them back and forth to create small thrusts, which, given that his teeth were still locked in her shoulder, was about all he could do. Each small thrust was just enough to jostle his fangs inside the mare’s flesh, causing her to whimper in pain and squirm as much as she could, which wasn’t much. But the pain was making her tense all her muscles, including the ones in her pussy, so she was gripping the King’s dick and that plus the minimal motion felt quite nice.
However, after a few moments of rocking his hips, Sombra grew bored, it felt good, but he wanted to fill this bitch with his seed, not make love to her. With that thought in his head, he released her from his mouth and pulled his cock out in one swift motion, forcing a pained cry out of her before wrapping her in his magic and flipping her over. Once her ass was in the air, he thrust back in, relishing in the feel of her fluttering walls, which were still only barely slicked with his pre. The new position afforded him a much wider range of motion and he took full advantage pulling almost entirely out on every thrust, before slamming back in to the hilt, rocking the poor filly’s body. The mare couldn’t contain her noises anymore and let loose screams and sobs of pain and fear, her face pressed to the bloody sheets barely muffling her.
With this new pace, it didn’t take long for the Dark King to feel his end approaching, his balls tightened as he gave a few final thrusts, even harder than before, before burying himself to the balls and emptying them into her hot, twitching pussy. Sombra let out a low, rumbling groan as he felt the relief and pleasure of orgasm wash over him, his seed pumping out in long, slow spurts, each one hitting the poor mare’s cervix and sloshing into her womb. Once he felt the last bursts empty into her, he let out a sigh and pulled out, leaving the filly laying there, shivering. The mad king smirked at the sight then shook himself, ignoring his softening cock which still dribbled a bit of cum, he stepped out into the hall. Some servant would clean up the mess in his room, and he had business to attend to. He was the King after all.
