Spike hadn’t always thought of Ember as someone he would want to bang for the seven-plus centuries since he had met her, but the past few decades having him want to get extra intimate with her. He wanted her to be the mother of his children, but not the “I am the Dragonlord” sort of way, if he wanted to do things that way he would have done something like that the moment such feelings started coursing through him. Spike wasn’t the kind of dragon to just use his power and status to get what he was after the moment he wanted it, he liked testing his patience.

When you had the power to get whatever you want, whenever you want, things were just not as worthwhile. It for that reason he had instituted the current practice dragons enjoyed. They were still free to do whatever they wanted in their territories; they just had to keep communities in place and establish one city or town as their ruling ground, he thought it was a much more enjoyable alternative to a lair.

Now, here he was, in the buff with an equally naked Ember. Ember definitely had an attractive body; she was possibly one of the few dragons even ponies could agree had an erotic body. He certainly hoped their lovemaking would be legendary.

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Ember didn’t want to admit it just yet, but she had been hoping for an interaction like this with Spike for the past few decades. Dragons were attracted to three things: treasure, power, and territory. Spike had everyone beat, he had the most territory and kept winning more in competitions. None were more potent than the Dragonlord, despite Garble’s continued failed attempts to prove otherwise, and as the daughter of the former Dragonlord, it was her duty to make sure she had offspring with a mighty sire. As for treasure, she had all the other dragons beat with her claiming of the Crystal Territory, everything that grew here was practically a crystal or jewel already. She didn’t mind the current Dragonlord knowing the secret to her nearly infinite supply of delectable snacks, although she did feel a bit miffed that she had lost one of her Crystal Ponies in seemingly simple bet with Spike, but the pounding that was to ensue would more than make up for it.

Ember usually wasn’t envious, she took the form and figure of entities with a more erotic looking body than hers in good grace, usually. For the first time in as long as she could recall, she was actually jealous of the figure of another creature, Chrysalis had a form and figure that were exceptionally erotic, and Spike had the audacity to flaunt her about as his personal aid, Ember almost got wet at seeing his unintentional abuse of power and position.

She made a salacious smirk before saying, “Are you just going to stand there or are you actually going to go through with it?”

Spike blinked a few times before saying, “Sorry, I was just enjoying the vision of your form.” Ember got a glimpse of his twin members, a feature of every male dragon, and felt some sense of approval at the sight of them. They were bigger than what ponies could usually get, which was a given with dragons, but weren’t small by dragon standards, of course looking at them his two penises were barely on the larger side of average for a dragon male his size. But Ember knew size wasn’t everything, something her father seemed to not fully get. She subconsciously licked her lips erotically as Spike approached.

Spike positioned himself behind her, nothing too out of the ordinary when it came to dragons. But what came next caught her off guard, a way she rather enjoyed, with Spike getting a firm grip on her exposed waist and thrusting both of his members right into her while pulling Ember back from where he held her. The twin penises might not have been as long as what she had expected but they were definitely a bit meatier than she had anticipated.

Ember gave out an involuntary erotic moan, Spike had almost immediately hit her pleasure points the moment he was a decent ways in. Spike was already up to his hilts inside her; she could feel him snuggly placed a decent ways into her womb. It was almost as if he was designed to be her perfect partner. Every single one of the pleasure points within her vaginal region was being stimulated in just the right way, and Spike hadn’t even started moving yet. Ember was going to be a quivering mass of pleasure when this was all over, and that was just what she wanted. Maybe if she was lucky, Spike would shoot multiple loads into her. Ember didn’t say anything, and dragons didn’t give signs to other dragons unless intended to see males fight them for breeding rights, but she was at peak fertility now.

Something very few non-dragons were aware of was the fact that after reaching sexual maturity, which usually occurred around a dragon’s first century or so, dragon females were only at optimal impregnation conditions for about eleven months once every decade and the rest of that time they had an incredibly low fertility level, it was why several more powerful dragon males tended to have multiple mates. The prior Dragonlord, Torch, had not only been her father but also attempted to sire offspring with almost two dozen dragonesses, but Ember had been the only one of his offspring to live long enough to full sexual maturity. She didn’t feel bad about her literal dozens of siblings kicking the bucket before reaching maturity because it happened all the time with dragons. That said, Ember was the sole daughter to make it as far as she did, and only nine of her brothers had lived long enough to reach sexual maturity.

That all said, only three of her brothers had managed to live a bit longer than that, but none of her siblings had managed to live long enough to the rite of becoming Dragonlord. Ember felt so sorrow for her lost kin; she was raised to not dwell on such things. Besides, she was getting plowed by the current Dragonlord, and him just taking it slow and steady was sending torrents of pleasure surging through her body.

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It was hour nine of their lovemaking and Spike had already let loose three loads into Ember, both dragons still had plenty of energy and stamina to keep going. Spike wasn’t entirely sure if they could continue at the rate they were going. But it was just so good to be inside her.

Without giving her any sort of warning, Spike picked up Ember by her thighs and said, “I think we should move this to a different venue since your lovely form is blocking my view of what is immediately ahead of me I will be reliant on you to navigate us. So, please, try to remain cognizant and coherent until we reach the destination you have selected.”

“Of all the enticing things you could do,” Ember said in an erotic groan, “this is among the best. Alright, first you need to go out the door behind us and go down the hall three passages and make left then…”

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One complete half hour, and many poorly disguised looks of surprise on pony faces later, Spike was in in the throne while Ember bounced up and down on his members and lap in an energetic, playful eroticism.

As a sort of show while they engaged in sex Spike and Ember had made Twilight and Sombra engage in intercourse for about a half hour while they both watched and fucked each other, much to the chagrin of Twilight and Sombra. Shortly after that, Twilight left to spend time looking over whatever had caught her interest at the library, Sombra couldn’t go anywhere on account Ember had given him orders enforced by the collar to never leave the throne room with the caveat he could not climb past the third step of the dais or sit upon the throne.

They had been engaging in sex for about three hours in the throne room, which brought their total time screwing each other up to twelve hours, when Spike roughly, yet carefully, grasped at both her breasts and caused Ember to release an erotic scream that reverberated through the throne room, and possibly a few other rooms, for a full twenty minutes, her actual scream had only last just shy of three minutes.

Ember was having the time of her life, especially when she felt fireworks rock her body then fade into a series of torrents of pleasure that washed through her in waves for an unknown amount of time.

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“Three days,” said Chrysalis with an impressed tone, “You engaged in a sexual relationship with Lady Ember for three days, without stopping.

“Yep, and she enjoyed it so much decided to gift me two personal train cars,” said Spike as the train, with said cars, pulled in with one of the two before Spike and his entourage. “Chrysalis, you and the rest of the mares will be in the front car of the two, Twilight and I will be in the back among the two.”

Twilight turned to Spike with surprise and said, “Just what are you planning?”

“Oh, nothing much,” said Spike with a chuckle, “you’ll be ‘entertaining’ me while the rest of the girls run errands for us, mostly me, and get to know each other better.”

“Yeah, but calling in a collar specialist is probably going to be a pain,” said Twilight as they boarded, “if you sent a notice out now we might get lucky and meet them at the station around the time we get off the train.”

“An excellent idea,” said Spike as the doors to the lavishly furnished crystal train car, complete with erotic paintings of Ember on three of the walls in intricate crystal frames. Twilight felt a little unnerved by the sight and silently prayed that the other car wasn’t as off-putting. “I think I’ll put these around my personal chambers,” said Spike as he went over and eyed one of the images.

Neither of them felt the train begin to move, for entirely different reasons. Twilight had a few ideas of why Spike wanted her alone with him, none of them were all that pleasant for her to think about. She also didn’t like how her body seemed to have a feeling of sexual anticipation.

Author's Note

Next chapter, the much-requested Twilight clop chapter. Sorry if the actual sex scenes were too short, hopefully, the next one will have more.