To The King Go The Spoils

Snowy winds howled around the tower, signaling the onset of winter.

Not that Princess Mi Amore Cadenza could feel it from her lofty prison cell. It wasn’t intended to be a prison cell, but it was here she had been stuck after the Crystal Empire had fallen, and the war had begun.

The room was large, with plenty of ornate furniture and decor, bookcases filled with all kinds of literature, and every day she was given very lavish meals by the guards. But a prison was still a prison, even if the walls were, quite literally, made of diamond.

The worst part was not her confinement to these cells. The worst part was seeing the crystal ponies, once willing servants of the Empire at her behest, being forcibly converted into mindless slaves.

Such as her own husband.

When the city had fallen, and Sombra marched into the throne room with several of his brainwashed soldiers behind him, her Shining Armor had valiantly tried to defend her, but was soundly defeated, hit with the spell that grew magic-blocking crystals in his horn, before he turned the spell on her as well.

It had been over four months since she had last felt the warm touch of magic…

But after Shining had been defeated, Sombra had been quick to stick one of those horrible metal masks on him. And in only a few short moments, her Shining Armor was gone, replaced by the drone that led Sombra’s army.

No matter how many times she thought of his fate, it never failed to elicit a small sob from her. How cruel was he?

But before she had any time to ponder that question, everything around her vanished in a flash of red light. With a gasp of surprise, she found herself dumped out on a hard surface, with frigid air swirling around her.

Sputtering as she tried to inhale the cold air, Cadance raised her head and looked around. She was at the very top of the Crystal Spire, at the place that Sombra had once hidden the Crystal Heart so many years ago.

And Sombra himself was staring at her, the smile of a cat that had its prey cornered on his face.

“Canterlot has fallen, Cadenza,” he announced, stepping toward her. “Equestria, at long last, is mine.”

“No, that can’t be true,” she growled defiantly. “Celestia and Luna would never allow you to win!”

“Without the Elements of Harmony, they were powerless to stop me,” he gloated, continuing to step toward her as she tried to step away. A quick flash of red light bound manacles around her hooves, chaining her to her spot on the floor. “In times of old, when they had wielders, they were more than a match for me, but the Elements remain hidden away, without bearers to wield them. And Canterlot fell, without anything that could hope to challenge me.”

Cadance shook her head in disbelief. No, that simply could not be true. It was impossible.

“And now that I have claimed my victory,” his smile widened, and Cadance felt a chill go through her, “I am here to claim the spoils.”

She tried to leap away, but the chains caught her, preventing her from making any sort of movement.

Before she could mount any other defense, he was behind her, and then above her. Tall as he was, she barely had to bend her knees for him to stand above her. But she tried to escape, only for the manacles to hold her in place.

Not even her earth pony strength could save her, blocked by the magic crystals.

Something brushed her lower lips, teasing her clit as it did so.

Her breath caught in her throat as she realized what it was.

“N-no,” she tried to wrestle away. “No, I have a husband!” she protested.

“A mindless drone,” Sombra reminded her. “By my right as the victor in this war, I claim you, my trophy, as my wife.”

“I will not! No!” she yelled, trying in vain to break free.

“If you will not submit willingly, you will be turned,” he growled.

And before Cadance could react, a cold metal mask was fastened to her face with Sombra’s magic.

“No!” she cried, though it was muffled by the mouth covering.

At once, she felt magic start to worm its way into her mind. Using the lessons taught to her by Celestia, she tried to put up iron defenses around her mind. The probes would gain nothing from her!

Sombra let out a deep chuckle.

“You have spirit, Cadenza. But it is wasted.”

He reared back, his erect penis sliding along her clit again and eliciting a whimper from her. But before she could block out the sensation, she felt the flat head press against her lips.

“Nn-no…” she muffled, but then he thrust inside. “AAAAH!” she screamed as he pushed all the way in. Her mental defenses crumbled, and the probes pushed in, seizing control.

Sombra, to his credit, did not move. Instead, he simply relished the feeling of the young alicorn’s vagina clenching around his stallionhood like a vice. Had Shining Armor truly never bedded his own wife? What a shame.

Cadance continued to let out pathetic whimpers beneath him, shivering from the cold as she did so. With a sigh, his horn shone red, and a wave of red magic pushed the cold away, leaving the top of the spire feeling like a typical room. It would not do for his new wife to freeze to death.

“How do you feel, Cadenza?” he asked.

“I feel… lightheaded,” she responded in a distant voice. “Something’s… wrong…”

“Just relax, my dear,” he commanded. “The mask makes painful memories go away.”

“Uh… uh-huh,” she nodded weakly.

“I’m going to start moving now,” he then said, after another moment had passed. Cadance said nothing, but before Sombra could start, the mask came free, leaving Cadance below him, the whites of her eyes glowing a bright green, and a lustful expression on her face.

“And how do you feel now?” he asked, the satisfied smile returning.

“I feel… good. I feel good, Lord Sombra,” she replied, a dreamy smile crossing her face.

“Excellent. I am going to start moving now,” Sombra said.

“Yes… yes, please,” Cadance closed her eyes and bit her lower lip in anticipation.

So he did. He reared back, and just as roughly as before, he thrust in, hilting himself within her, her vagina clamping down yet again as he did so.

“Mmm!” she sighed. “Yes…”

All of the war he had fought had led up to this. Now, he was truly taking his prizes. Disappointingly, he felt himself nearing his peak far too soon.

“I’m cumming, Cadenza,” he whispered into her ear. Cadance’s expression shifted to pure and total rapture at his words.

“Yes, yes! Inside me!” she begged. “Please!”

“Here… it… comes!” he shouted, before pushing in as far as he could, and letting loose. Rope after rope of his semen was ejaculated into her, filling her with warmth and the love of her King.

But Sombra was not done. All of that for so quick a session? Please.

He continued to use the young alicorn for several hours. Each time, lasting longer and longer, and cumming more and more. It wasn’t long until a puddle of their juices had formed at her hooves. Not long after that, he thrust so far within her, he pierced her deepest barrier, flooding her womb directly, and causing her belly to grow and grow to accommodate all of his seed.

And once it had been pierced, it was easy to do it again… and again… and again.

All the while, the defiled Princess moaned and cried with each successive orgasm.

“YES! Fill me! Fill me with your love, my King!” she screamed as he shot a load within her yet again, some time past the three hour mark.

But that proved to be the last of his stamina for the day. With a tired sigh, he fell limp on her back, noticing for the first time that her eyes had returned to their former white selves, but there was a definite heart shape glowing faintly from within them. His magic had been firmly planted, and had taken root during their sex.

She was forever his, now.

“We had best clean you up, Cadenza,” he breathed. “It would not do… for you to be so filthy… at our wedding.”

“I have waited my whole life for this day,” she sighed dreamily, happily bearing his weight and relishing the cum within her, even as some of it trickled out without his cock to plug up her well-used vagina.. “I am yours, my King.”

On hearing those words, Sombra smiled to himself. His mind control mask was a success, even against the alicorns.

One down, one to go.

Ten months later, they were atop the spire again. Cadance had no manacles this time, but on her horn, just under the black crystals forever growing there, was a golden ring. The visible marker that she belonged to someone, and no one else.

Another marker grew within her belly, swollen with the colt growing within, the product of her’s and King Sombra’s love.

Cadance could remember very little from her time before she became Sombra’s wife, and even then, it was all very faint and hazy. And she didn’t want to remember before. But she remembered reading something somewhere about how the more love was poured into her, the stronger her foal would be.

And so she took every opportunity she could.

Even though her husband was often in Canterlot, whenever he was in the Empire, she made sure to spend several hours with him, rutting away and eking out every last drop of his cum, so that their child would grow up healthy and strong, just like his father.

With a powerful thrust within her, her senses were returned to the moment, and she moaned as Sombra pounded away. Her backside had to be red underneath all of her fur from how hard he was hitting it with his hips.

“The spell worked far better on you than I could ever have hoped,” he observed, taking a chunk of her mane in his teeth and pulling, eliciting a cry from her as she orgasmed yet again. She had grown to have a hair-trigger peak over the last several months, something that amused him greatly. “You think of nothing my your King.”

“Nothing, nothing but you,” she repeated, already thrusting against him again to orgasm again.

“I thought it would take years to remove the last vestiges of your old self from you,” he continued, thrusts growing more erratic as he grew closer and closer. “But you submitted completely, and now, you are mine.”

“I’m yours,” she sighed, bliss crossing her face as she said it. “Now and forever, my King.”

With a growl, he hilted within her, his cock flaring and his seed shooting inside of her. At the feeling of it, she let out a happy moan and pushed against him, hoping to contain it all.

“I can’t wait till he’s born,” she cooed, sliding a hoof across her pregnant belly. “With how much love you’ve poured into me, he’s going to be such a strong colt.”

“A worthy heir to my throne,” Sombra agreed, thrusting lightly into her again, earning a quiet gasp. “But he is not the end.”

“No,” agreed Cadance.

“You will bear me more offspring, Cadenza.”

“Yes, I will bear as many foals as you desire, my King,” a dopey smile spread across her face as she envisioned it. If he asked her to bear fifty, she would gladly bear them, and fifty more. If she was asked to fuck every stallion in the Crystal Legion, she would. Anything for her King He was her world.

Now and forever.