A King's Harem

Boiling oil sizzled and jumped from the hot metal resting over the strange blue fire that danced on the crystal stove, landing harmlessly on Sombra's naked muscles and cooling off before running down his chest. At his side, Shining eyed the droplets more gluttonously than he did the food Sombra was cooking, but did not dare move to lick his King clean without permission.

Sombra moved the cast iron pan over the fire with one hand, and held a long two pronged fork in the other which he used to move the food around to ensure it didn't stick. He actually enjoyed getting a little oil to land on his body, and deliberately put in more than necessary. For one, he knew his slaves would lick him clean afterwards. For two, he knew they weren't allowed to do so before he gave them permission, and watching them squirm in anticipation like Shining was doing was rather pleasant in and of itself. For three, he was still perfectly aware that if that same oil had landed on anyone else they would have been hurt by it, possibly burned, and he enjoyed knowing it did nothing to him.

He had enough practice with cooking at that point to know he wasn't going to burn the vegetables he was pan frying if he held them there a little longer, so instead he focused on Shining. The unicorn was wearing a slimmed down, less fancy and complicated version of the black wedding dress, almost closer to one of those gauzy Saddle Arabian outfits he'd had him and the rest wear soon after he'd first taken them in. He wondered why he'd stopped dressing them up for a while, he'd forgotten how good it made them look.

And Shining did look damn good. Sombra leaned towards him suddenly and caught his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Then he drew back, turned off the fire, and set the vegetables down on a plate with the rest of the food he'd prepared. Then before the oil had time to cool much he tilted the pan and poured it over his chest, hearing it sizzle against his body and watching delighted as Shining practically drooled over the sight.

Sombra smirked to himself as he took the plate in one hand and gave Shining's ass a playful slap with the other while walking towards the table not too far from the stove. Once they were there, where the other three were already waiting for them in less elaborate versions of the outfits he'd given them, he set the plate down and watched as their eyes lingered far more intently on his oiled chest and abs instead. His smirk turned to a grin, he quickly cast a spell to keep the plate heated, and then he gave a nod towards the food and spoke. "Dig in."

It was unclear whether his slaves knew what he actually meant and chose to ignore it, or if they actually were so caught up in the sight of him they assumed he wasn't talking about the food. Maybe it didn't matter, as even though he'd clearly pointed to the table he knew exactly what the four of them would do at his words. It was what he wished for, in fact.

In a moment Thorax, Shining, Flash, and Sunburst were before him, having pushed aside their chairs and crumpled the tablecloth and almost toppled the table, almost pulling at each other's torsos as they planted their faces onto his broad chest and muscled abs and lapped every drop of oil or sweat they could find. Lustful, frenzied, like starving dogs getting thrown a bone, flicking their tongues all over his body. Higher up, flicking his hardening nipples, and then lower, lower where his sweat and oil had dripped down to, down his abs, down to his crotch, his thighs, and there.

Sombra moaned unabashedly. It did not take long for the four of them to lick him clean, and to move on to sucking on his cock, slobbering over its length and his balls. Sombra let them at it, licking, kissing, suckling, tongues running and lips wrapping and hot breaths tingling all over him. One of them took the tip in his mouth and flicked his tongue underneath it and Sombra whinnied and came, reaching out blindly to take his slave's mane in his hands and pushing forward into his throat to not waste even a drop, to not get any of them or their clothes dirty with his cum. He calmed a moment later, panting, and let Shining's head slide back.

Shining looked up at him with dreamy eyes. The others looked at the cock sliding out of Shining's throat and mouth with longing. Sombra's breathing slowed just a little, became just a little less heavy. It wasn't really fair to leave them wanting. He gently took hold of Flash's head and guided the pegasus's lips to his flared cock, then dove deep into him in a smooth, practiced motion. He let himself go, and after just a couple thrusts whinnied again as he came deep in Flash's throat.

His heart was beating fast and hard in his chest as he pulled back, and he hunched over slightly as he reached for Sunburst's horn, having some trouble seeing clearly as the second orgasm made his eyes grow foggy. Thankfully Sunburst did his part in taking Sombra's cock in his mouth, and just as soon as he'd hilted into his throat Sombra came once more. It took him a bit longer to come back into focus after that, and when he did he was still deep within Sunburst's throat, but he immediately if slowly pulled back and went for Thorax's open and waiting mouth next.

He did not make it to the changeling's throat. As soon as Thorax's lips wrapped around the tip of his dick, Sombra's mind went white and he came again. His knees buckled and he was only stood thanks to Shining and Flash moving to his sides to hold him up, and his cum didn't spill to the floor only because Thorax shifted the shape of his mouth to become a tightly sealed entrance he used to suck the whole of Sombra's ejaculation with.

After a few moments, when he was done cumming, Sombra was helped by the four of them to walk to his chair, which he sat down heavily at. His cock was still hard and throbbing, his back was matted with cold sweat, and he had a dazed but very pleased expression. He sat there for a minute or two, breathing slowly while his slaves kissed him and licked him on his nipples and neck and arms. Finally he gave a heavy sigh, shook his head, and straightened himself to sit properly. He pulled his chair in to the table, took up the cutlery set there, and began to serve himself from the heated plate while motioning for the others to do the same.

No one commented on Sombra cumming four times in less than a minute and on how much doing so had left him scrambled. He enjoyed it, and his slaves were much too mentally far gone themselves to ever even perceive anything as wrong or off or anything less than perfect. Their King could cum however much he pleased, and they did so love his cum. It tasted so delightful. His cooking wasn't half bad either, though, and they all took of the vegetables he'd prepared for them and ate in pleasant silence for a few minutes.

Once the meal was finished, and greatly enjoyed both by Sombra, who knew for a fact he was the most perfect pony in existence and therefore an excellent cook too, and by his brainwashed slaves, who had it drilled into their brains that he was perfect and godly and beyond anything a pony could be and therefore obviously a great cook as well, Sombra stood and clapped his hands. The table, chairs, plates, cutlery, tablecloth, and stove disappeared into mounds of shadowy smoke. A massive, tall, ornate, and extremely soft bed rose up behind him, and he let himself flop down onto it.

His four slaves joined him after just a moment. There was ample space on top of the bed, but they still clustered themselves around him, wishing to be close to him and touch him and breathe the same air. He wanted that too. Oh how he wanted it. How he liked having them close, feeling them on him, their touches, their presence, their warmth, their bodies. He did not reach out with his hands, but he did shift his body this way and that, trying to grind himself on them and touch as much of them as he could.

Some time passed like that, just the five of them lying together in comfort after sharing a meal. Sombra's cock was still hard all throughout, and theirs would have been too if they hadn't all been caged, but that was just the way things were. Occasionally Sombra would look around and spot the brands he'd replaced their cutie marks with and moan to himself, occasionally a couple of his slaves would move around enough to share a kiss, but nothing much of note really happened for a while.

Eventually, he sat himself up. Immediately all four of his slaves were around him, some on their bellies before him looking up at him, some kneeling beside him with hands on his shoulders. He felt pleased at how eager they were, how attentive to him, how their lives wholly revolved around him. He felt pleased also at how pretty they looked, how beautiful they were, how much he owned them. His precious treasures.

He looked them over one at a time. Shining, with his see through black wedding dress, his long blue mane, his pristine white coat, his squared jaw and wide tall frame and long, strong legs. Sombra leaned in and kissed him deeply again, one hand on Shining's chest to feel his heartbeat. When he was done he pulled back and stared longingly into those hollowed blue eyes filled with warped adoration. Sombra kissed him again below the base of his horn, then moved on.

He took in Flash, still wearing his mockery of a maid outfit, his nipples still clamped. The lean, slim pegasus felt so flimsy in is arms, like he could snap it at any moment. He could. His cock throbbed powerfully at knowing how he could crush Flash's body just as he had his mind. But he looked so pretty, and his ass was so tight. Sombra played with Flash's feathers along his wings as he kissed him.

Sunburst next. His shaven, roundish, feminine features. Sombra dug his fingers around his fat ass and as he kissed the unicorn he let another spark of magic travel between their horns, feeling Sunburst's body shake in his grip like he was having a seizure. Then Thorax too, his biology warped to the point of deriving physical pleasure from his King's mere sight and smell and taste. His very own changeling, taken away from the hive, a mark of his supremacy over everything. Sombra rubbed his cock against Thorax's smooth abdomen while he kissed him deep and possessively and lovingly.

Sombra lay back on the massive back, surrounded by his slaves, almost buried by them. "Mine," he was muttering softly to himself, while his cock twitched and spasmed and leaked and his breath hitched and his vision swam. "My treasures..." He grabbed at them, pulled them closer to himself, pressed their bodies into his. They moaned, and he moaned with them. His awareness failed him for a moment. Maybe he came. He didn't care. "All mine. Precious, mine, my loves..." His eyes saw clearly for a moment and he looked at them as they looked at him in complete, mind wiped devotion. "You are the best things to have ever happened to me."