Love Me Tender

by The Bricklayer

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Romance, Porn, Sex, Slice of Life, Ember
Length: 5147

Ember wants a change of pace, she thinks Soarin' can help with that.

Lovemaking in the dragon lands is loud, aggressive and at often times painful. No real time to experience pleasure of any sort. Ember has heard ponies do it differently, softly and slowly. She wants to experience that. She's heard rumors of Soarin' Skies being a great lover. Perhaps he's the answer to her problems?

Entry for: Dirty Little Secret's Dirty Little Contest.

Featured on 4/25/20, 4/26/20, and on 4/27/20.

Published 2020-04-25 17:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-04-25 17:50:01 UTC

Love Me True

“Uh, ah…” Ember panted out, being hammered from behind, and practically thrown up against the rock face. Her tongue was hanging out, practically limp as her claws dug into the rock face ripping up solid earth. “Yes, like that you bastard!”

She’d forgotten the name of the dragon who was taking her, even as he flipped her around and hammered her from the front. It wasn’t even good sex, it was just nasty dirty and quick. As ever, really.

But Ember was desperate by this point, and a well… a dragoness had her needs right? Alas, if only those needs were easily fulfilled. She braced herself for when the cum came, but took no real pleasure in it.

The reason soon became evident as she stumbled into her chambers with a groan, her robes just barely held together to protect her modesty. Some of her scales were beginning to peel and she was bruised. The sex, as ever was rough messy, and painful. No real passion in it at all aside from two dragons going at it to vent some of their frustrations.

She rolled onto her back, idly playing with her nipples but even this act granted her no real pleasure. None at all. It was the same every time, she had a drake screw her till she went cross-eyed but it was never a painless process. She had been thrown up against walls, through walls, into lava pits and up against rock faces. Her bed had been broken too many times to count and by this point, she just opted for a rug on the floor. Was about as comfortable and wasn’t likely to get destroyed… yet. She had a sneaking suspicion the next time she invited a drake back to her chambers it was going to end up torched and burned.

“Just fucking great…” Ember thought to herself with a sigh of disgust. “Not one single one of these fools can even sex me up properly. Like, for Tiamat’s sake just once I’d like to be pleasured properly you know?”

There was a saying, a pony one she believed. No pain, no gain right? Well, there was plenty of pain and not enough ‘gain’.

Ember wanted to scream. This was just beyond the point of ridiculousness. There had to be a solution to her problems. It wasn’t like she could just ask a drake to not treat her so roughly next time was it? ...No no, to them the word ‘gentle’ had a different definition compared to just about everyone else’s. It was… Yeah, just yeah.

The last time she tried gentle she was flat out laughed off. Of course, she then had sex but it wasn’t exactly pleasure sex. It was more angry hate sex. Drakes were a… unique breed. They're, well, they were basically frat boys.

Fire-breathing frat boys.

Goddess help her.

It was probably fairly telling that the one drake she liked was raised far from here, as a pony. But then again, it wasn’t like she could just ask him could she?

...could she?

Oh, wait...

“Uh, yeah, I’m sorry, no. Just no,” Spike said later that evening at the Castle of Friendship. “By so many degrees, no. Pretty sure Starlight would have my head on a pike if I even tried such a thing.”

“...wait, Starlight, seriously?” Ember said, quaking her head. She was dressed in what ponies deemed a casual style. Jeans and a t-shirt. No armor, no none of that. Wasn’t appropriate for a friendly visit, she’d been told. Sent off the wrong kind of message, apparently. “Twilight’s mini-me?”

“Yes, Starlight,” Spike said. “I mentioned it in my last letter.”

“Funny, it never rea… oh, that’s the last time I let Stoneheart deliver my mail,” Ember grumbled, massaging her temples with a claw. “I swear, ever since I had sex with his brother he’s been pissed with me.”

“Well, I mean you are an attractive looking dragoness,” Spike said. “What’d you do, turn him down for his brother?”

Ember said nothing.

“...oh you did didn’t you?” Spike said with a facepalm. “Yeah, that one would really bite.”

“Yes, well Stoneheart’s an asshole!” Ember sputtered.

“Most drakes are,” Spike deadpanned. “Thank goodness I’m around to raise the dragon standard.”

“So that means you’ll…” Ember started and Spike stared at her. Ember waved a hand apologetically. “...right, sorry, it’s just I’m fucking desperate here. I’m fucking desperate for a good fuck!”

“So I gathered,” Spike deadpanned, filing away at his nails. “Or the past half hour of you ranting about how all drakes are fire breathing frat boys was just something I misheard.”

Ember had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure the castle maids won’t say a word,” Spike said before tossing a glance at a corner of the room. He snorted some green flame from his nostrils. “WILL THEY?”

Sure enough, a maid scampered from the room seemingly unable to get out fast enough.

“Threatening the castle maids?” Ember asked, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you had it in you!”

“Yes, well I know how much you value your privacy,” Spike said. “I mean, I get you but sadly me and Starlight aren’t open to an open relationship. She’s a single drake mare thank you very much.”

“Oh well, it was worth a shot…” Ember muttered, hanging her head in defeat.

“Granted, I do have a suggestion,” Spike said leaning back in his throne. “You could try propositioning someone else…”

“So you’re suggesting I whore myself out to the highest bidder?” Ember asked angrily. Spike thought it a smart choice of mind not to say she was basically whoring herself out to him a few minutes before.

“No no, I wasn’t saying that!” Spike said holding his hands up defensively. “All I’m saying is you look for someone more… experienced.”

“Like who?” Ember asked, crossing her arms under her frankly considerable bust.

Spike internally sweated. “Great job genius!” he told himself. “You dug this pit for yourself and now you have to dig yourself out of your potential grave!”

In a panic, he fired off the first name that came to mind. “SOARIN’!” he blurted out as Ember raised an eyebrow. Spike internally facepalmed. Right, he had to salvage this somehow.

“Quickly now, think something up or Starlight will end up a widow!” Spike thought to himself. Finally, he said: “Soarin’, as in Soarin’ Skies, second-in-command of the Wonderbolts? You know? No, I suppose of course you don’t. Well, from all that I’ve heard he’s really skilled at this sort of thing and really quite gentle.”

Ember scoffed. “As if! So what, you just want me to walk up to his door, and ask him really nicely: “Please screw me, but gently?”

“Well, I mean I guess…” Spike shrugged.

Ember groaned before walking out, slamming the door on her way out. Starlight walked into the room, clutching a mug of coffee. “...what was that about?”

“Weirdest conversation of my life!” Spike said.

Spike just had to be joking, Ember thought to herself. Like, he seriously had to be. Doing a barrel roll around some clouds, and then loop-de-looping around another, she sighed. But then again, why would he? He’d never lied to her before. Spike was a lot of things, a bit of a dork, slightly awkward and a bit on the pony side but he was never a liar. At least not to her. Ember prided herself on just being that intimidating.

So, what, was she supposed to do exactly that? Just walk up to Soarin’s house -wherever that was- knock on the door, and ask him to screw her brains out? Was it really as simple as that? Fuck, she didn’t even know what he looked like!

Okay, admittedly she had an idea. Wonderbolts, okay. So he was second in command of the Wonderbolts. Those were the guys with green and black uniforms right? ...No no, those were those idiotic Washouts that Dash had warned her about. The Wonderbolts were blue and yellow. And there was only one male, okay maybe two in their ranks. That narrowed things down quite a bit.

Nabbing a flyer from a nearby vendor stall, ignoring the indignant shout from the shopkeeper -hey, she was a dragon, she took what she wanted!- she read off the names. Oh, okay. Soarin’ was a handsome one. For a pony anyways. Actually, dare she say it, kinda cute. Right right, don’t get ahead of yourself, Ember reminded herself.

There was no telling if Soarin’ would even accept her offer. He was a very busy stallion, and more to the point she was a dragon. That was kind of a turn off for most ponies, scared little creatures that they were. Right, okay she supposed she could just force the issue but… no, that wasn’t how things worked. She had to have standards. The usual dragon style of taking whatever they wanted just didn’t work when it came to sex.

Sex in the dragonlands was simply just asking, sizing up and then getting down to business. She doubted it worked that way in Ponyland. There were a multitude of hurdles to jump through. Dating, flowers, and then the actual fun stuff came last.

Tiamat, was it really worth it for a good lay that she wasn’t even sure was going to happen?

Tiamat, was she this desperate?

Okay, yeah she was that desperate.

Damn fire-breathing frat boys ruined dragon sex for her. Time for a new approach.

Doing another loop-de-loop to let off stress -Ember had always felt free when in flight- she heard a voice.

“Hey, you’re pretty good!” came the voice and Ember turned. Flapping his wings in front of her was… okay, so this was Soarin’. Yeah, yeah she could see the appeal. His pictures didn’t do him justice. Like, whoa. That windswept mane, by Lady Tiamat! And oooooohhh, that bodysuit did him a lot of favors.

“Sure you don’t want to ditch the whole Dragon Lord outfit and join the Wonderbolts?” Soarin’ complimented. “I mean, those were some top-tier stunts.”

“I thought they just came naturally to me, that’s all,” Ember said as an ice-breaker. Oh wow, was she supposed to be this nervous? I mean, she was the Dragon Lord for crying out loud. She was supposed to be confident! Not acting like some school filly with a crush! “I’m just that much of a badass I guess. But sadly, someone has to keep those dipshits back home in line.”

“That bad, huh?” Soarin’ asked, his eyebrow raised.

“I’m pretty sure if left to themselves, well they’d either A, build a rocket to the Moon only to crash land in the Changeling Kingdoms or B, pillage and plunder and then build a rocket to the moon and crash land.” Ember drawled.

“Well, gotta have life goals I guess!” Soarin’ shrugged and Ember couldn’t help but laugh.

“That is…. That’s actually a pretty good way to put it,” Ember smirked letting her head hit the cloud below her. Oh goddess, this was soft. She could probably stand having her way with Soarin’ right here on this very cloud. ...assuming it didn’t give out of course mid-coitus and they didn’t end up falling on their way down to a very painful and somewhat humiliating death. Okay, strike that idea.

“Hey, you ever had a really dumb idea and then decided not to do it at the last moment, because you suddenly realized how dumb the idea actually was?” Ember asked. “Like, you suddenly at the very last minute decide, hey wait this is such a suicidally stupid idea!”

“Well, I don’t know about suicidally stupid,” Soarin’ shrugged landing next to her. “But I’ve had some pretty just plain dumb ideas. Like stuffing myself full of pies the night before a show.”

“I mean, they’ll come out eventually right?” Ember asked with a grin, having no sense of shame.

“Yeah, but I mean…” Soarin’ said. “You’d waste your time in the restroom when you have more important things to do like getting ready for the show. Time is everything. You have to get dressed, get up in the air, practice your routines one last time before the crowd arrives and then the real fun begins. No time for personal issues.”

“So, I’m assuming you just can’t rub one out if you’ve got that morning wood which just won’t leave?” Ember teased running a claw down his flight suit. Soarin’ eyes widened briefly, before he regained his composure.

“Oh, don’t get me started on those. It’s a very easy issue to run into even after you get into your flight suit, even easier actually. These flight suits do not leave much to the imaginati-”

“No they don’t,” Ember said. “Your butt is way too big by the way, must be all those pies.”

“You’re blunt as a brick, aren’t you?” Soarin’ realized.

“We dragons are many things, but skirt around the truth we do not,” Ember said. “We say what we want, when we want it.”

“I’ve… gathered,” Soarin’ said. “So I assume whenever you want to stop beating around the bush, you can just come out and say it. Yes, I’ll have sex with you.”

Ember’s jaw dropped, considering herself officially stunned.

“You were kinda obvious,” Soarin’ pointed out. He was many things, but stupid was not one of them. “Eying me up like a piece of meat.”

“Okay, maybe yeah I was. But can you blame me, you’re a hell of a lot better looking than half of the males I normally associate with. Granted, okay yeah, that isn’t saying much but well…”

“I can’t imagine their personalities are any better,” Soarin’ deadpanned.

“Oh, you have no idea! They’re terrible to be around. They smell terrible, and they’re…”

“Terrible?” Soarin’ finished. Ember snorted.

“Oh well, at least you’re funny,” Ember decided. “You’re a pony, but at least you’re funny.”

“So that’s a no on the handsome part?” Soarin’ teased. “I thought you wanted to have sex with me because I was handsome.”

“It’s not because you’re handsome!” Ember said, crossing her arms again.

“Oh, so you don’t like it when the horseshoe is on the other hoof do you?” Soarin’ said. “You just want to be the teaser. Huh, well if you’re going to be rude about it well I’m certainly not having sex with you then.”

I didn’t want sex with a pony anyways. I-It's not like I want you to pin me down and rock my world, i-idiot! You probably couldn’t handle me anyways,” Ember snorted, a little bit of smoke coming from her nostrils. Soarin’ begged to differ.

He pressed his lips to her own, tongue slipping into her mouth and Ember let out a soft moan.

“Okay, so maybe I do want sex with you,” Ember said unzipping Soarin’s uniform. “Just take it gently, okay Skies? None of that rough nonsense, alright? I get enough of that from those frat boys I call subjects!”

“Okay.”

It wasn’t long before they were back at Soarin’s cloudhome, Ember practically racing him all the way there. As soon as they glided through a window, Ember swiftly went to work removing the rest of Soarin’s uniform, leaving him in only his pants.

“You work fast don’t you?” Soarin’ smiled as he kicked the uniform aside.

“Less talking, more kissing!” Ember demanded. “I’m horny!”

Soarin’ obliged her. Gently, he pressed his lips to Ember’s own. Ember’s eyes widened as she grasped Soarin’s hands, and felt herself drawn closer to the pegasus. In spite of herself, she let out a soft giggle and kissed him back, several times in fact. Quick pecks mostly, but they were enough to entice Soarin’ as he held her close, running a hand along her ass, while Ember’s own free hand wrapped around Soarin’s waist.

They stumbled back against a wall, Ember letting out a soft contented sigh. This was so much better than being shoved up against one forcefully. Soarin’ made sure to make every touch, every caress count. Moving one hand upwards, she wrapped her arms around Soarin’ and gently shoved her tongue into his mouth. In and out it flickered, like that of a snake’s and Soarin’ let out a soft grunt.

Several more kisses followed, Soarin’ moving downwards to kiss her neck with Ember letting out another sigh. “Oh yes, that’s…” she whispered, closing her eyes in contentment.

Wandering hands followed, on both parties as they lost themselves in each other. Like horny teenagers, no area was safe and soon the air was filled with the sounds of sucking and kissing. And Ember was loving every second of it. For the first time, she was being treated as a dragoness. Properly. This wasn’t just getting down to it, and having sex. This was… this was a lead-up to something else. Something more. Something she’d heard only ponies could do. Lovemaking. And Ember was content to enjoy every second of this foreplay, and if Soarin’ wanted to take his time she’d let him. After all, Ember thought to herself, she had waited long enough. What was a little more waiting?

Were those tears in her eyes? She wasn’t sure. What Ember was sure of was how much she wanted this. She felt her pants fall away, no she felt them get pulled away. They hit the floor being kicked away. Her bra was soon to follow, Soarin’ reaching up into her shirt and removing the offending item. Ember, for her part, began running her claws through Soarin’s mane even as he continued kissing her. More soft sighs of content were to follow.

Barely a few words were exchanged between them throughout all of this. Ember didn’t feel them necessary. By the Goddess, this was so much better than some drake’s idea of a good time. Soarin’ made sure every moment mattered. Every single moment. Even the foreplay, which if you were to ask Ember was often over way too soon for her liking. Everyone just wanted to get on with it and have her right there where they stood.

By now, Soarin’ had moved even further downwards, kissing and massaging her breasts with the same tenderness he showed the rest of her. “Oh… Unnff,” Ember grunted out in spite of herself. “Yes… yes…”

Soarin’ had to suppress a smile, that was he liked to hear. That the mare, or well in this case dragoness was enjoying it. There was no sense in it at all if there was no real pleasure in the act. There was no sense in if it was just meaningless mindless sex, no care in it. Mares -and as it turned out, dragonesses- wanted it to be good for them. Not just to be screwed until they lost all sense of feeling. There had to be a certain amount of tenderness in all of it. Even if it was, admittedly, a one-night stand.

Ember was now grinding her hips against his, mashing them and in one quick movement she ripped away his jeans. Her claw then went back to caressing his hair, the dragoness pressing her forehead against his in an act of want. An act of desire.

“How long has it been,” he asked as they found themselves stumbling into the bedroom, Soarin’ gently pushing the Dragon Lord -Lady?- back onto his bed. “For you I mean?”

Pulling him down to join her before peppering his lips with soft kisses, wrapping her legs around his waist, she finally answered. “Since I had sex in general? Oh, a day ago.”

“You didn’t waste words did you?” Soarin’ asked, continuing his gentle caresses. “Just got right to the act?”

Ember rolled onto her back, and allowed Soarin to clamber on top of her. He continued his gentle kisses, letting them fall downwards. He studied her, she looked… actually kinda cute like this. Her ‘Princess’ t-shirt and her black panties, with a little bow on them. More to the point, she looked gorgeous laying like this, her breath nearly caught in her throat and wings splayed out to her sides in a wide fashion. It would almost be a shame to completely undress her. Almost.

But Soarin’ could tell from the look in her eyes this Princess needed him, like right now. Time to stop dancing around that. Ember let out a low whine even as Soarin carefully removed her panties. “Yes…” she whimpered.

“No real love in the act, nothing leading up to it?” Soarin’ asked again, tossing them somewhere behind the two.

“No, Tiamat damnit!” Ember snarled before that became a soft sort of sigh as Soarin began licking her sex. Ember let out a low moan wrapping her legs around Soarin’s head. “Now just get on with it! I’ve been waiting forever for a good lay!”

And so Soarin’ obliged her, and obliged her again. Ember’s tongue lolled itself out of her mouth in pleasure, the dragoness panting like mad. Soft serene moans came, like this. “Oh, oh, oh! Oh, yes… That’s… oh Tiamat, exactly!”

Okay, so maybe they weren’t so serene. They were impressively loud, carnal even. But they were contented moans from a dragoness in long need of something like this. It only spurred Soarin’ on faster, until finally he shut his eyes at the last moment to avoid being blinded by her juices. Soarin’ clambered up on top of Ember, allowing her to wipe his face with some tissue paper from his bedside table.

Already, Ember’s claws were working their magic on his boxers, tearing them away and exposing thick horsecock to her. Ember had to stop herself from drooling. Oh yes. So much yes. Exactly what she had been missing out on, and she was about to be mounted by the perfect stallion to give it to her.

Or… maybe not as she found out, Ember finding herself rolled onto her belly. Her breasts pressed against the bed, the springs creaking beneath her. Her face was laying gently atop a pillow. Tenderly, she clutched it and waited for what was to come. Her tail gently moved itself aside to allow Soarin’ to enter. Like yesterday, her ass was rode. But unlike yesterday, it was like everything on this escapade done and given with a certain amount of love. This wasn’t sex, this was lovemaking. Done softly and slowly on proper bedsheets, not up against a rock face or in someone’s pitiful pile of gold.

Ember’s ass clenched, just as Soarin’ pulled out of her and thrusted back in. Ember let out a gasp of pleasure, nearly ripping the pillow apart with her claws. Another gasp, and then another. Oh by the Goddess, she thought. Yes, fuck her senseless!

Soarin’ heard her cries, and continued riding her, the bedsprings creaking out in protest. “By Celestia, she’s so perfect…” Soarin’ thought caressing her horns and rubbing her shoulders. Nothing was left untouched.

His hands went under her, and continued to massage her breasts. “That’s… That’s getting old Soar…” Ember gasped out, managing to muster up enough sense to speak through Soarin’s thrusts.

“You’re getting bored?” Soarin’ asked in slight offence, looking down at his cock currently resting in her ass. He looked to his hands, resting them on her breasts. “But wasn’t it you who said something like: “I-It's not like I want you to pin me down and rock my world, i-idiot!”

He imitated her tone as perfectly as he could under the circumstances. Ember would have been impressed if she wasn’t so annoyed. And so starved for more pleasure.

“You’re not funny,” Ember mumbled. “But… oh, what I mean is can’t you change it up a little. My nipples, oh god they’re sensitive right now. Hard as all hell. I think even you can take a hint, you dolt.”

So Soarin’ did and she let out a sharp squeak of pain.

“Not that hard, moron!” Ember said before she let out another yelp. “Okay, okay, I’ll cut down on the insults!”

“That’s a good girl…” Soarin’ whispered in her ear, Ember shuddering from the tenderness in his tone. He patted her on the butt before continuing his ministrations.

“Oh, ah!” Ember gasped, Soarin’ grunting from somewhere above her. “Oh, fuck yes!”

Soarin continued tweaking and teasing her, Ember’s claws having long since ripped up the pillow. Her shirt was already half-way over her head, and Ember could only guess Soarin’ had forgotten to take it off in all of it. Not that she minded. Oh, she really didn’t mind, as Soarin’ found out from Ember continuing to unleash a multitude of creative swears.

“You’re -ah!- a foul-mouthed -gah!- one, aren’t you? AH!” Soarin’ said as he continued thrusting in and out. Ember smirked to herself.

“I’m a dragoness -oh!- and more importantly -Tiamat!- the dragon lord! We -oh fuck!- say what we want,” Ember said through her gasps and screams of pleasure, wanting more. Her claws dug into the bedsheets, ripping and tearing through them. She was close now, she could feel it.

Soarin’ knew she was, just by how her screams and shouts were increasing in frequency. After many a mare, he could just tell. This one was no different, even if he would probably wind up needing new bed sheets after the fact. For so many reasons.

“Hey, why’d you… -oh!- hesitate?” Ember asked, actually rather curious. Maybe this wasn’t quite the time for pondering, but she just had to know. “In -ah- undressing me as you did?”

“Because you were… -gah!- beautiful…” Soarin’ admitted. “You may not think it, with your whole -oh!- tough girl act but you genuinely are. When you try -ah!- I mean.”

“Y-You think so?” Ember asked, her voice quavering. Whether it was due to shock of the immense amount of pleasure she was under, well she wasn’t sure.

“Yes, you’re gorgeous Em, can i call you Em or maybe -ah- Emmy?” Soarin’ requested.

“Well, considering your dick is deep in my ass, I’m sure you’re -oh…- allowed to,” Ember said, running the nickname over in her mind. Yes, she… she liked it. It was… dare she say it, sweet? Not something she would have ever considered being applied to her, but there it was. “Now shut up, and push me right to that ragged edge. Make me cum, and cum for me!”

“Oh, I’m sure -oh!- we’ll both be doing that here in a minute,” Soarin’ said. “Trust me. You trust me?”

“Of course I do…” Ember said. “Now what’s that I said about -gah, fuck!- shutting up?”

“Shutti… AH!” Soarin’ started before he finally released his load. Ember was soon to follow, her eyes contorted in pleasure and oh Celestia there went the sheets. Oh well. He’d been meaning to replace them anyways.

“Thank you…” Ember said with an exhausted smile. “I needed that.”

“I know…” Soarin said, his own eyes feeling slightly heavy. Sleep beckoned, and all he saw was blue scales before darkness claimed him.

They slept a few hours, tired out from their lovemaking. Eventually, Soarin’ awoke and to his surprise found the bed empty. He sighed. Of course, once the job was done Ember would leave him.

That’s the way it always was. He got with a female, and then they went on their merry little ways until he found another. And then another, and then another, the cycle repeating every damn time.

Soarin’ sniffed the air, okay had he left the stove on? Oh, surely not. Walking into the kitchen, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over his head he was surprised to find… “Ember?”

“That’s my name, don’t start wearing it out…” Ember said. She was only half dressed, in only her panties and her shirt. “What, surprised to see me dork?”

“Yeah, a little,” Soarin’ said, running a hand through his mane. “I mean, I was expecting for you to just head on back to your kingdom. I had sex with you, pleasured you and-”

Ember placed a claw over his lips, turning her attention away from the stove where pancakes cooked on a pan. “Okay, A, after all that attention you gave me? It’s only right that I give some attention to you. And B? B, well you hardly had sex with me. Or at least enough of it.”

“Oh, so you want more?” Soarin’ asked, slowly wrapping his hands around her waist. Gently kissing her neck, he muttered: “You’re insatiable.”

“Damn right,” Ember smirked. “And really, who am I to stop when I’ve got a good thing going. When we’ve got a good thing going? Because don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy that, jer-OW!”

Again, Soarin’ had pinched her nipple.

“Now what did I say about the insults?” Soarin’ asked.

“To stop?” Ember asked as Soarin’ teased her nipple, more gentle than before.

“Exactly. The pinches are for bad girl Ember, while the teases are for when you’re being a good girl Em. You’re rewarded, or punished depending on how you act, understand?”

“Hmmm, I think I can live with that,” Ember mumbled as she rested her head on Soarin’s shoulder. “Oh yeeeeeeeeah, I can definitely live with that. Remind me to thank Spike for this one, okay?”

“Spike, what’s he got to do with this?” Soarin’ asked before he realized. “...wait, did he suggest…?”

“You to me?” Ember said with a smile. “Oh yes, yes he did. My own personal private pamperer. Remind me to thank him okay? Maybe send him some potions to spice up his own love life. Or maybe a few gems. I’ll think of something.”

“I’m sure you will,” Soarin said, just holding her close snuggling into her. Ember maneuvered herself so he could rest her head on her shoulder. Yeah, he could live with this. He could definitely live with this.

While they were never sure if they were in love, all the same? Ember just kept coming back, making various excuses that times had gotten rough and she needed a release. Little things like that.

And every time, Soarin' granted her wish. Every time.

Author's Note

Again, this is sorta an odd one for me as I generally don't do sex stories. But this was one of those rabid plot bunnies I had to jot down on paper at the very least because it wouldn't let go.

So I did. Not expecting this to be popular or anything but... It was an interesting challenge to write. Balance everything. It wasn't like my two previous sex stories, where it was two characters in love. This was to an effect, a one night stand. This was Ember, as always, being direct and to the point about what she wanted. So there weren't as many meaningful character interactions as there usually are with my stories.

YMMV, but not sure it's my best. Feels sorta lackluster compared to my usual efforts, honestly...