The Clearing

“Chrysalis!” Thorax called her name out with unrestrained passion; his heart hammered against his ribs as his body fell limp under the weight of Chrysalis atop him. He felt… warm, contended… good. His mind was just a whole slue of basic thoughts and coherencies now. He saw the face before him, and judged simply, that he liked it. He felt an instinct to lean forwards and kiss her, it felt just right. He felt a hoof brush against his cheek, and he perceived it as affectionate, however, as he went in to connect their lips for an electrifying kiss, she pulled away for some reason; which made him whimper.

He now belonged to the queen...

Chrysalis slew the cock from her cum painted walls with sloppy pop, standing over Thorax. She raised one of her hind legs, looking under herself to watch the excess of seed trickle down from her used hole. She observed with a grin as it pooled over his belly and softening cock, which was now coated with cum and her secretions. She was satisfied to have her heat quenched, but perhaps she was a little too good with riding him. She looked down at him, seeing in his eyes nothing but affection, something forcibly drilled into his mind. She couldn’t access his thoughts but the king – or should she say, former king – was now hers to do with whatever she wanted. Although, she felt like she was forgetting something…

“What did you do to him?” she heard Ember sniffle, earning the queen’s eye. “Thorax… Thorax?” she sobbed, looking at her love with moistened eyes, trying to coax him into looking at her.

Chrysalis felt love radiate from the dragon, it was a limitless pool. And considering her lifespan, Chrysalis saw an opportunity…

“He’s still the same old, Thorax,” she lied, smiling. “He’s just found someone who can satisfy him much better than you ever could,” she intoned, ensuring the words pierced the she-dragons’ heart. “He still loves you… maybe...” she shrugged, smirking. With that, her horn flashed, and the bindings that bound Ember lost their glow, immediately shrivelling to mulch. The she-dragon fell to her hands and knees, her puffy red eyes still locked onto her love, her everything. “Why don’t you come here...” she beckoned, “come see.”

Ember, with her joints sore, simply crawled towards the aftermath of the carnality she bared witness to, the forced infidelity that made her loins burn. She was hoping Thorax would spare her a glance, anything to acknowledge that she was there. When Ember, pathetically, reached him, she tried cupping his cheek; trying to bring his eyes to look into hers. But when his head was turned, his tried to remain locked on the mare above him. “Thorax… Thorax...” she tried coaxing, her tone gentle. “I love you, remember? We… we were going to tell everyone about us a week from now. Don’t you remember? I… I didn’t say anything, but I also saw the ring. You were hiding it back at your hive, remember? In the broach I gave you. Do you remember, Thorax?” she continued to probe, forcing a smile, even as tears began to fall from her already taxed eyes. She shot them at Chrysalis, her hands still cupping each of her love’s cheeks. “What did you do, what did you do!?”

Chrysalis arched a brow, as if her fury was spontaneous and unwarranted. “I’ve worshipped and praised him, catered to his every desire far more than you have. And I did so in much less time. Perhaps if you had adopted the same amount of enthusiasm...”

“But… but I love him,” Ember muttered, defeated.

“You are beneath him,” Chrysalis replied, her voice firm. “Beneath me. But you might be able to earn his attention again, be the sole receiver of his love. It’s easy. Your love need simply be stronger than mine,” he smiled as she lied,

“But it is!” she retorted, letting go of her love’s face.

Chrysalis smirked. “Prove it.”

Ember furrowed her brows. “How? What can I do? I’ll do anything!” she gushed, looking to the ebony ‘ling with desperation in her eye.

“Well, much like I, you have to prove you love every single part of him. Including everything he produces, such as his scent, to even his seed...” she trailed off, suppressing the urge to quiver with sheer delight. “Eat it.”

“W-what?” Ember stuttered.

Chrysalis enjoyed seeing such a once proud and mighty exemplar of her kind reduced to this. On her knees, clarifying what base act she asked her to perform. She looked at Ember firmly, almost dominating. “His cum. Lap it up like a dog. Off anything and everything. That’ll prove your devotion to him.”

Ember’s exhale came out shakily, visibly unsure. Chrysalis knew she didn’t need to further encourage. She could feel the she-dragon growing to accept it within her, humiliation concocted wonderfully with lust. Wordlessly, the she-dragon gave a final affectionate look to Thorax, before crawling to his cock. She craned her neck forwards, her tongue tentatively coming out her mouth. The sound of Thorax exhaling when the versatile muscle pressed against the flesh of his member encouraged Ember to draw her tongue up its length, licking up the drying warm mess on his rod and stomach. However, this simply wouldn’t do.

“No, no, not from there,” she scolded, shaking her head. “You have to be indiscriminate, sweet...” she trailed off. Ember clearly knew what she was implying by this.

Nodding, submissively, the she-dragon manoeuvred around the pair until she was behind the ebony queen. Chrysalis didn’t need to look back. She simply threw her sights to Thorax, taking in the sight of a ruined stallion. She almost gasped when she felt Ember’s scaly hand press on either side of her flanks, and she almost let out a moan when she felt that tongue of hers begin to timidly lap at her leaking pussy. Chrysalis smiled. Not only due to the pleasure she was receiving – even if Ember’s tongue was unskilled in the act – but also because she came to realise one undeniable fact of the matter…

She won.

Slap Slap Slap

That sound had become as natural to Ember as breathing now. She didn’t know how much time had passed since that afternoon in the forest.

Slap Slap Slap

She did need only look down to see Chrysalis’ swollen belly. She recalled that the ebony queen being confused by this, and then angry… but things soon went back to normal after that. Although, Chrysalis was conscious now of using her ass to satisfy her and Thorax’s lust. For the foal’s sake.

Slap Slap Slap

The chamber reeked of sex. It had become an irremovable stain on the air now, she couldn’t escape it no matter how hard she tried… not that she wanted to anymore.

Slap Slap Slap

She knew its source. Between her legs, her blue flower was like a waterfall of her nectar. Her own secretions had been stained to the inside of her thighs for months now. Her queen wouldn’t allow her to bathe for long periods. It was a privilege. But, her own, unworthy cunt, wasn’t the lone source of the stench.

Slap Slap Slap

Directly above her head, she watched as her love’s cock pounded into her queen’s rectum, his balls smacking against her leaking twat, which winked with longing. His balls were covered with sweat and spittle. She provided the latter. She had to prepare his cum churners every day for a more worthy hole. Even Chrysalis’ tight puffy black star was more worthy than the she-dragon’s wet ripe cunt.

Slap Slap Slap

Thorax at least acknowledged her now. She held on to that hope. She was making progress. When droplets of pre or her queen’s precious honey dropped down onto her face she made sure it landed in her gullet. She quivered whenever they would land on her buds. Tartness and saltiness was perceived as sweet and ambrosial. She felt privileged to swallow down such treats. She couldn’t wait until her love finished, just so she could lap up as much she could. Over the past months she noted the gradual increase in size of her lover’s stones… although, stones was an unfitting term now. They were more like boulders, about large as small watermelons, perfectly suited to sowing the wombs of many fertile mares without stopping. Although rather selfishly the contents belonged only to Chrysalis… and Ember, of course.

Ember watched, entranced as she always was. Seeing Thorax’s big green cock plunge into Chrysalis enviably tight holes most of the time was enough to make her cum. It was the only way she could now, seeing ass the was forbidding to administer pleasure to herself unless instructed by Chrysalis. Placing her pleasure above Thorax’s showed that her devotion to him was flimsy. She couldn’t allow that. She instead lived vicariously though the queen. Her moans were unceasing whilst they fucked, a passionate song that was also a duet. Thorax, he grunted with every filling of Chrysalis, masculine and raw. It was all she heard from him these days. She couldn’t remember the last time he spoke a word, aside from the occasional groan of ‘Chrysalis’ whenever he climaxed. Ember longed for the day she could feel him inside of her pussy again, but at that moment she longed just to feel his pole down her throat, or his lips upon hers. Anything! But she wasn’t worthy yet…

She closed her eyes as a sudden squirt of marecum landed on her face, accompanied by a gasping moan from Chrysalis, yet Thorax continued to pump into her asshole. As Chrysalis tightened her sphincter around his shaft, Ember watched as the sack for the two churners flexed, having to do so multiple times just to empty out their generous contents. Ember watched as the clenching hole failed to remain tight around Thorax’s pulsating shaft, which enlarged with a swell of blood and cum. Thorax released a shaking groan, his haunches flexed prostate squeezed out every drop of cum into its designated hole. She counted the pulses. It was around fifteen that time. Five short of a new record but still nothing to scoff at. After they both reached their climax Thorax slipped out of the hole. Cum gushed out of the queen’s abused backdoor, splashing out over Ember’s face, coating her in it. She could barely crack open an eye in time to see Thorax’s shaft pump with blood, becoming engorged and stiff once more. He aligned it with Chrysalis’ gaping hole and shoved it back in, earning a gasp from both of them. Ember smiled, licking cum off her lips, trying to scrape it into her hands; not allowing any drop to go to waste – she’d lick it off the floor if she had to…

She couldn’t wait for the next load.