Author's Note

Oh, hey! Another NSFW chapter! Wonder how many more we're gonna have by the end of the book? I’m sorry, but I’m a horny bastard who can’t help but weave some clop into my stories somewhere.

Includes pre-marital sex, oral, vaginal, cherry-popping, squirting, creampie, horn ejaculation, changeling transformation, unnatural behavior induced by changeling magic.

The Chance of Children (NSFW)

The spa in the Crystal Empire is undoubtedly superior to the one located in Ponyville, no matter how much Twilight may try to deny it. She loves Aloe and Lotus’ services but the Sparkling Coat Spa in the Empire is far more diverse in their treatments. Laying upon a cushiony, firm massage table, Twilight enjoys the exotic, incomparable session and the time she’s getting to spend with Cadance.

Her masseuse works hard but diligently upon her taut back. Every single tense muscle, from the tip of her neck to just above her glutes, are pressed and molded like clay and rid of impurities and stress. She attempts to drown out all thoughts as she lets her body be molded into a new creation as the masseuse sees fit. Her worries and anxieties melt away like ice upon a warm stone.

The sweet, aromatic scent of aloe vera, lavender, and vanilla flood her nostrils, causing a calming sensation to flood her mind. It reminds her of some of the floral and candy shops she's visited with her mother back when she was just a little filly. The peace and tranquility in her body and mind are satisfying, to say the least.

As the thought of family wriggles its way into the unicorn’s brain, the soothing powers of the spa starts to lose its effectiveness. Twilight's can’t help but stress about Lavey and Shining Armor and what they may be talking about. She runs memories of both boys in her mind and reminds herself of the all of the cheerful memories she's had with both of them. Though, neither of them can compare to each other in any way, other than the fact that they both love and care for her like no other...

“Twilight, are you okay?” Cadance’s voice breaks through the unicorn’s thoughts, prompting her to look over to the monarch's worried face. “You look stressed; ironic considering we’re in one of the most relaxing places you could be in.”

“Sorry,” the young unicorn replies. “I’ve just been thinking about Lavey and Shining Armor. I just hope they’re doing alright.”

“Oh, Twilight, I’m sure those two can make up and get along just fine. Right now, it’s just the two of us. Talk to me about something else, like, have you two thought of having kids yet?”

The melting tension in Twilight’s body becomes rigid once more as those strange words slip out of Cadance's muzzle. The unicorn’s ears perk up and her eyes widen in surprise as she gawks at her in-law’s chuckling face. Now she’s questioning whether it’s a joke or a serious question that she’s obliged to answer.

“We're not even married! What brought this up all of a sudden?" she questions.

"I was just curious," the alicorn replies while giving Twilight a sly smile. "So...?"

Twilight blushes a bit as she thinks about the situation. "We haven't talked about having any, let alone think about it. Though, I'm a little nervous about marriage and having kids."

This time, it's Cadance's turn to look bewildered. "How come?"

"I hadn’t thought of it until now but... It's just... He’s immortal and I'm not. I'm just afraid that when we have foals I won't stay with them like he will. I'll pass on and he’ll be depressed again. I love him but—"

"Twilight, you're being ridiculous," Cadance surprisingly interrupts. Twilight looks to her sister-in-law with confusion and offense, but calms down once she notices the alicorn's warm smile. "You don't think I worried about that when I married Shining Armor? I'm an alicorn princess and I'll live forever. I'll miss my husband once he passes and I won't ever forget about him."

Twilight looks forward, allowing the masseuse to work on her back as thoughts peck at her brain. She’s not against marrying the hybrid, she loves him more than anything in the world—maybe even more than her friends at this point. Merely a few months together and they haven’t even talked about advancing their relationship to a new level due to Twilight’s crippling anxiety.

However, she doesn’t want him to grieve for her like he’s already doing with his mother. So many thoughts, so many reasons to tie the knot, but also so many reasons not to.

“Twilight, let me tell you something,” Cadance says. “I love Shining Armor and I love you. When your brother and I have foals, I’ll miss him when he passes on. Then, after a few more years, you’ll pass on and who do you think I’ll have left?” Twilight stays silent, unsure of what to answer with, until Cadance answers for her. "My children, Twilight. When all else is gone, I'll still have a part of him with me.

"Lavey won't be alone after you pass because he'll always have a small part of you with him: in your foals. Or demons or whatever comes out of your union.”

Twilight's eyes light up as the realization gently hits her. A wave of relief and relaxation—unlike the soothing touch of a masseuse's movements or the aromatic scents lingering in the air—crashes over her like a tidal wave, allowing the crippling fear in her heart to be washed away. As their masseuses move away for a brief moment, Twilight passionately embraces her sister-in-law before breaking apart to let the employees get back to work.

"Once again, you're acting like my old foal-sitter," Twilight chuckles.

"I am your old foal-sitter, silly," Cadance shoots back. "After this, let's check up on the boys and see how they're doing."

Twilight nods in compliance and looks forward as the masseuse works on her back once more; gently placing warm, wet stones along her spine. However, there's really no need for her to feel any more relaxed than she already does right now. With Cadance's reassuring words, Twilight feels more at peace than she's ever been in her entire life.

By the time everyone knew it, dinner came and went, and it was already time for bed. It’s already pretty early in the evening but if everyone wanted to witness the Astral Borealis tonight, they would have to get some rest so as to not miss the phenomenal event.

The room Twilight and Lavey would share is directly across from Cadance and Shining Armor’s room. It’s fitted exactly like the royal couple’s amorous space: scented flora, seductive bed, and a make up set sitting on a table with a mirror.

What’s different, however, is the fact that there is a small mini fridge on the right side of the bed. Curious, Lavey opens it up to reveal two bottles of champagne and a box of assorted sweets. Attached to the box is a small note with a familiar, sweet scent lingering on it.

“You two have fun,” Lavey reads aloud. “Signed, M.A.C.” He turns to Twilight with a perplexed look and notices her face is almost beet red. “Any idea who th—?”

“I WANNA HAVE A FOAL!” Twilight abruptly blurts.

Lavey blinks a couple times in silence before Twilight’s words actually hit him. He simply stands there, staring at the mare with dumbfounded confusion as he processes her words. He knows he heard that right but he still couldn’t believe he heard that pour out of her mouth. He looks down at the amenities in his hands and finally puts two and two together.

“Cadance and I talked for a brief minute about you and me...having foals,” Twilight explains.

She informs her mate of what Cadance had told her and about the contrite feelings the unicorn felt in her heart about the situation. Everything is hitting Lavey all at once but all he can do is stand there and remain flabbergasted by what he’s hearing.

“I guess Cadance gave us this room and this stuff because she thought we’d get it on tonight,” Twilight says with a nervous chuckle. She doesn’t dare look up at the hybrid out of embarrassment. “I doubt you’d want to, since you’ve sworn against premarital sex.”

"Well, you are right that I'd feel lonely after you pass," the hybrid says with pain. "Even two-hundred years after my mother passed and I still can't get over it. I've never been able to cope with loss and I don't know what I’d do with myself after I lose you—someone who I've grown closer to than my mom.

“But I understand that death is a function of life. Someone once told me that I shouldn’t cut myself off from the rest of the world just because I’ll lose someone someday. If I only look at others sleeping in their graves in the near future, I’ll never see them living joyfully in the now.”

He waltzes over to the mare, kneels to her level, and cups her face in his hand. Her eyes are filled with a longing desire that Lavey wants to fill so desperately, yet his angelic blood silently dissuades him from this goal.

"Children are not a replacement for a lost love but they will carry a part of you, so it's not like I lost you to begin with. I guess that's how my father's been coping with my mother's passing all this time. If we were to have kids, I'd make sure to be happy for them, no matter what may happen."

Twilight’s eyes suddenly light up with a small spark of elation and a smile spreads across her muzzle. Though it would mean throwing his morals out the window to break his chastity, Lavey would do anything to make sure Twilight is happy. He can't fight back his urges anymore, not while Twilight is desperate to have her desires fulfilled. Plus, there's an odd, pheromonal scent lingering in the room that plunders his senses.

"I, uh, hope you don't mind," the unicorn mutters, "but after I saw the contents in the minifridge, I kinda cast a spell on myself that induces estrus."

The hybrid raises a brow in confusion until a loud *DRIP* resonating in the chamber grabs his attention. He looks behind the mare and goes rigid in surprise as he lays eyes upon a slick pool of nectar dribbling down her hind-legs and onto the crystal floor.

Lavey has heard of how estrus works and how excruciatingly unbearable it can be for females. It’s like an itch that never goes away and only intensifies with each passing day until the cycle ends. To see Twilight in such a state breaks him, but it would also mean he’d have to throw away his morals to help her, and he can't possibly deny her pleas for help.

“Please, Lavey,” she achingly whispers. Her face is contorted with pain as her body literally begs for relief. “I need it.”

"Fuck me," the hybrid gripes. "Well, if you want kids, then goddamnit we’re gonna have kids.”

Tears start to well up in Twilight's eyes as a grateful smile spreads across her lips. Without much warning, she leaps into her lover's arms and locks lips with him, exchanging her burning passion.

This connection feels different than the ones Lavey has felt thus far. Before, they were small, brief exchanges of passion and love. Now, this one feels like all of the others combined—put into a massive heap and blended to form a more intimate, matrimonial feeling. They don’t rush it, they don’t exchange tongue, they just relish the moment with each other. His heart races and sweat dribbles down his face as he can feel his lustful instinct rousing from years of chastity.

Something pricks the hybrid’s neck, causing him to look back to find a set of draconic claws holding onto him. He’s confused, as the one holding him should be Twilight, unless...

“How about something to spice up the occasion?” Twilight lasciviously whispers.

Lavey looks back at the mare's face to see a beautiful and arousing image before him. Twilight’s entire physiognomy has been altered to look like that of a demon. Two, black horns protrude from the front of her temple and curve back. Her mane is messy and has streaks of black mixed in. Her eyes are like shards of amethyst within pitch-black caves. Canines and meat-shredding fangs line her muzzle, and a prehensile tongue dwells within her maw.

Nearly her entire body is covered in dark purple, steel-like scales—with the exception of her face, underbelly, and flanks. Her hooves have developed claws that can tear apart flesh. Her tail has morphed into a winding reptilian tail that looks like it could shatter stone. A pair of draconic wings emerge from her scapulae, giving her the appearance of a dark alicorn.

Twilight releases her hold on her paramour’s shoulders and performs a three-sixty spin to show off her brand new form. “What do you think?” she asks as she looks herself over. “I got around to learning changeling magic a few weeks back. I’m still getting used to it but it seems to be holding well. Just, FYI, the whole estrus thing is also changeling magic."

Lavey opens his mouth but no words come out. He’s absolutely amazed and downright stupefied by his paramour’s appearance and new promiscuous attitude. It’s almost enough for him to lose control and ravish her with his unyielding love, but he holds himself back for just a bit longer to savor this moment.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” the hybrid flatters. “I mean, I’ve always like you the way you were but—“

“But having a sexy demoness in bed would sound a little more exotic, wouldn’t it?” Twilight bawdily finishes.

She waltzes over to the bed and places her forelegs on the edge of the mattress, while spreading her hind legs apart and moving her tail out of the way to reveal her dripping wet lips. Her genitals look more draconic than equine—just a simple slit in her loins—but Lavey’s not gonna complain. They’re slick, slightly engorged, and are absolutely thirsting for satisfaction.

Lavey picks up the slight scent of that tantalizing aphrodisiac—sort of a strange mix of tropical fruit and something floral. The scent is most likely the unicorn’s unique pheromone, pulling out her mate's carnal lust from hiding.

“Come on, Lavey,” she woos while shaking her juicy derrière. “Are you gonna mount your future princess or what?”

Heeding the siren’s call, Lavey slowly waltzes over to the unicorn and drops to his knees, his face just inches away from her winking crevice. The radiating heat is scorching and humid upon his skin. The scent is even stronger and pulls at him to indulge himself.

And indulge he does.

Slowly giving in to desire, Lavey firmly grasps Twilight’s fleshy globes, earning a small yelp from the adorable mare, and parts them to get a better view of his prize. Her tight anus is clenched in surprise, while her cunt winks like a teasing mistress, gushing vaginal fluids that trickle down her thighs and onto the marble floor. As much as he’d like to venture into every possible orifice at his disposal, the hybrid knows that time is of the essence.

He uses his thumbs to open up the folds of her pussy to get a better view of what he’s working with. Her sex hardly leaves anything up to the imagination; while the soft skin outside is a vibrant purple, the fleshy inside is glistening pink with mare essence. Her clit bulges, begging for some much needed attention. Her lips attempt to wink within his grasp but fail miserably, only squirting more slick lubricant in the process, staining his digits in their scent.

Unable to withstand the temptation of carnal lust and the mixture of pheromones, the hell-spawn digs in. He buries his face into Twilight’s sopping nethers and, by just barely extending forth his tongue and tapping her labia, manages to earn a gasp of shock from her muzzle. Her body trembles from the exotic sensation coursing through her and her pussy convulses, spurting bits of sticky mare-juices on the hybrid’s face. Lavey pulls back for a brief moment, allowing time for the his mate to get used to this strange feeling but Twilight doesn’t seem to have the same mindset.

Immediately after pulling away, Lavey feels something grab him by the back of the head and push him into Twilight's marehood. It feels like he’s about to be waterboarded in perhaps the most perfect way if he doesn’t indulge his mate properly. He can’t seem to break free of whatever is holding him in place, so he has no other choice but to comply with her wishes, though slowly.

He begins to lick up the sweet essence dribbling into his maw, making sure to attack every inch of Twilight's velvety vulva; from her tender outer labia to the gushing center, only barely making contact with her bulbous clit in an act of teasing. Twilight’s virgin body twitches and her pussy convulses as sensations completely unknown to her attack her every nerve, dragging her closer and closer to a sensation that is all too unfathomable for the mare to bear.

Twilight’s grip on her mate’s head has loosened up a little, what with her mind slowly being eaten away by pleasure, shattering her composure and attention. This could give Lavey the perfect opportunity to escape, but seeing as he can’t possibly move away, by both a desire to satisfy his mate and for his own wants, he continues to fervently eat away at his mate’s tender loins.

Wanting to add a little kick, for Twilight's pleasure, Lavey gently inserts his index and middle claw into her sopping depths, earning a delighted moan from the mare's muzzle. He still wants to take things slow while he has the chance and while his libido has yet to fully consume him. His claws gently graze the mare’s velvety depths, rubbing along her tender walls as they grip them. Her right hind leg begins to twitch and buck out of control as it spasms with euphoric pleasure.

Gradually picking up the pace and increasing his lustful fervor, Lavey extends his tongue to join his digits in Twilight's nethers. Unlike his claws, which rub along the taut, silken walls of her pussy to rouse his thirsting mate, his serpentine tongue traverses her honeypot to extract more of her delectable nectar. The taste is exquisitely fruity and tart like a tropical cocktail, though he doesn’t know if it’s wise to actually swallow the delectable essence.

Every insertion of the hybrid’s serpentine tongue and thick digits are followed by a whiny moan from Twilight’s lips. Her legs tremble and her pussy tightens as wave after wave of euphoria runs from her loins and up her spine. The sweet sounds emanating from her muzzle, along with the aphrodisiac tackling his preternaturally sharp senses, only push her paramour to give it all he’s got.

Twilight’s marehood feels silky and moist around Lavey’s face, and the warmth is astounding. The hybrid can feel the small bumps and ridges running along the interior of her depths as his digits slither their way through. Eventually, his tongue runs into a small, thin block—the only thing keeping the hybrid and Twilight from truly becoming one. It would seem that even with her changeling magic, her hymen remains unaffected. Twilight releases a hearty bray of pleasure and suddenly collapses on the bed, huffing and panting from the strange sensations flooding her body.

The force on Lavey’s head disappears completely, allowing the hybrid the opportunity to pull back for some fresh air. As he gasps and pants, he looks upon his artistry with a proud smile. Twilight’s fluids are smeared around the winking lips and the bare flesh of her inner thighs. Even her puckered ponut somehow managed to get a few splashes of fluid, providing just enough lube for penetration—but he withholds that thought for later.

"Th-that was—" Twilight stammers, unable to register what just went on within her.

"Not bad, right?" Lavey asks as he rises from his spot. He wipes his face and leans forward while firmly gripping one of the mare's scorching hot globes in one hand. "Not to brag, but demons are the masters when it comes to fornication. A normal stallion couldn't possibly compare to their skills. Durable stamina, significantly heftier loads, and a tool that can morph into anything you desire."

"Big talk coming from a virgin," Twilight quips.

"Oh, shut up," Lavey chortles.

Twilight bucks her rear into Lavey’s groin, digging the hell-spawn’s crotch into the cleft of her ass. Her sopping nethers moistens his loins, tempting his cock to be released from its confinement. With lust bubbling in his soul and his demonic instinct guiding his every action, no way in Heaven or Hell can he hold back his urges. He throws away all sense of morality and righteousness, just this once, so that he can properly embrace his demonic heritage and provide his mate with the satisfaction she deserves.

"Make me," is all the mare says with a smug grin.

Lavey takes her challenge and grabs hold of her chin in his hand, cranes her head back, and plants a kiss on her silky lips for another passionate make out session; this time, with more fervor and a lustful tone. Their tongues search for each other, eventually meeting and sharing their own moment of lovemaking. They twist and twirl around each other, exchanging passion and flavors while further fanning their infernal lust. They soon part, leaving only a small trail of saliva to connect their lips.

“I think I have a good idea as to how,” Lavey states.

Twilight looks at him, confused, until her lover takes a seat on the edge of the bed. She watches excitedly as his cock finally emerges after centuries of sexual abstinence. It looks similar in style to that of a dragon’s: bumps and striations embellish the impressive tool along with a slight bulge at the base, giving any mate a satisfying experience.

“I think you should pay me back,” Lavey demands. He pats his thigh, gesturing his mate over to him like a loyal pet.

Twilight seems to take the hint and crawls over to him like a prowling lioness and sits before the majestic demonhood. She grasps the hybrid's thighs with her sharp appendages to hold herself steady as she buries her face into the base of his groin and takes a good, long whiff of his scent. She looks up at the hybrid with hazy eyes and erect wings, and grins drunkenly with lust, giggling as she exhales. The scent of musk and sweat, along with Twilight’s own ambrosial juices flooding the atmosphere seem to drastically infatuate her estrus-stricken senses.

Instinctually guided by sin and debauchery, Lavey smirks at his mate as he rests a hand on her head, ruffling her mane like a pet. She seems to be enjoying it, much to his surprise and delight, as she rolls her head into his hand like a dog.

"Mmmmm, good girl," he dissolutely flirts. "Don't forget to pay me back, now."

Ever so eager, Twilight grabs hold of Lavey's turgid length with a clawed hoof, gently stroking the twitching phallus. Her claws, though sharp as needles, are held gently around the hybrid's turgid length to avoid any issues. She gently teases his tip, circulating a claw around the leaking glans and slathering the rest of the shaft with the viscous precum. She runs her clawed hoof along every inch of the hybrid’s member, making sure to tease the crown of his head, squeeze the base, and fluctuate between constricting and dilating her grip along Lavey’s cock—all while tenderly fondling her own sex so as to not exclude herself from enjoying some fun.

Eventually, she extends forth her tongue, licking from the bulbous base of the majestic tool to the leaking tip, collecting much of her mate's flavor in the process. Lavey can’t help but gasp as a shiver runs up his spine from the exotic experience. His dick pulsates and leaks precum as Twilight begins to fervently lick the entirety of the throbbing shaft, from base to tip in a rhythmic, repetitive motion. She flicks the crown of his head with her tongue, earning a gratified, child-like moan from her inexperienced paramour each time she pleases his chaste cock.

He knows for a fact that Twilight’s a virgin, so it’s a surprise she’s able to implement such techniques an experienced paramour would know—techniques even unbeknownst to ponykind. The hybrid can only assume she learned these from books, what with being the adorable egghead she is. She’s never been one into romantics, let alone promiscuity, but it would seem the changeling magic affecting her has caused her to become something of a natural at fornication.

Resting a hand on her head, he pets her for a job well done so far. She looks up at him as she continues her repetitive movements; her eyes are filled with burning desire and lust. Just seeing her stare up at him with such a needy, desperate face fuels the hell-spawn's drive to new heights. He wants to grab her by the skull and face-fuck her until she’s gagging and practically begging him to stop, but his own desires are mellowed out by Twilight’s, thank God.

Suddenly, the unicorn's tongue elongates and begins to coil around Lavey’s pulsating cock, completely catching the hell-spawn by surprise. The coil tightens, seemingly desperate to squeeze out the hell-spawn’s essence. Lavey grips the sheets as a jolt runs through his body as Twilight latches her lips onto his leaking glans. She gives him a wink and begins to gyrate her muzzle around his head, slurping up her saliva mixed with Lavey’s salty pre, all while jerking his dick with her muscular tongue.

Twilight’s maw is sopping wet with spittle and her breath is unbearably moist, tingling the sensitive tip and sending satisfied shivers up the hybrid's spine. Her harmonious moans and the way she slurps up precum and saliva causes reverberations to course through Lavey’s length, edging him closer to climax. If her mouth can feel this good, the hybrid can only imagine how amazing it will feel once he’s buried in her moist depths.

All of this stimulus is far too overwhelming for the hell-spawn's first time. He grips the sheets, nearly tearing them apart, as his mind begins to blank from unfathomable rapture. He can feel pressure building up in his tip; his cock twitches, ready to be released of eons of tension. It’s too soon but if Twilight doesn’t stop now, they may reach an unsatisfying end.

“Twilight...!”

Fortunately, the mare manages to read him perfectly, and extracts the rigid demonhood from her moist maw. She loosens her tongue’s grip, allowing the cock to flop onto Lavey’s abdomen, still twitching with life.

“What the hell was that?” the hell-spawn asks with intrigue, still recovering from the unfathomable sensation.

“Just one of the new exciting things I can do with changeling magic,” the unicorn replies. “There’s much more I could show you...” her eyes glance over to the window, where the sun slowly submerges below the horizon, “...but we can save those for a different time.”

Lavey smirks at the pony’s tenacity for lovemaking, especially with her being as much of a virgin as he is. Though, he's sure her new attitude has to do with her changeling magic or the fact that her estrus is making her greedy for some lovin'—whatever the case may be, he doesn't care, so long as he can let loose and enjoy this moment. With carnal instinct guiding his heart, he wants to try as many interesting things with his beloved, but those would have to wait. Right now, he has to take things slow and sensual. Nothing too kinky or too lustful. He wants to alleviate Twilight of her estrus, nothing more.

The hell-spawn slips his arms underneath the mare’s forelegs and places her on his lap, just in front of his slobbered erection. Twilight’s taken aback but soon smiles giddily as she ogles at the stiff demonhood, anticipating what’s to come.

Lavey gently caresses the mare’s slender physique, running his digits down her torso, all the way down to her taut thighs. Leaning in, he pecks her neck just beneath her jaw, causing delightful shivers to course through her body and her wings to stand erect. He moves down and around, pecking her neck, cheek, and chin until he reaches her lips once more. Twilight’s legs shiver and gratified, stifled whines escape her plugged lips as her lover’s claws tease her figure with gentle pricks and strokes. Lavey can hear the mare’s heart pounding against her ribs and feel the trickles of sweat upon her body as these soft sensations wash over her.

Only until his digits get near the crevice of her ass cheeks, does he stop his advancements. He breaks the kiss to lift his mate’s rump and grab hold of his cock, positioning it just beneath Twilight’s dripping wet marehood. Lavey looks his paramour in the eyes, expecting hesitation and anxiety, but is surprised to see an eager look plastered upon her face.

“You’re not nervous?” Lavey questions.

“Not when you know what to expect,” Twilight responds as she shakes her hips. “I know it’ll hurt but the upside is too good, I’m willing to bear it.”

Shrugging his shoulders, compliant with his love’s desires, Lavey holds his dick in place as Twilight slowly lowers herself onto it. Even with merely the tip embedded into the unicorn’s slick pussy, a wave of warmth floods the hell-spawn’s body, sending a shiver through his spine, and his body tenses up in euphoria. As his spear plunges deeper into Twilight’s cunt, the tip hits a small blockage, which is suddenly torn apart as the fervent unicorn forces herself to take on the entirety of his length.

At long last, both members have relinquished their virginity and have become one. For some reason, though, it doesn’t feel wrong at all. Lavey is about to fuck Twilight’s brains out before properly wedding her...and it’s alright. It’s as if his body, mind, and soul are content with relinquishing his chastity unto his partner. The hell-spawn realizes now that he and his mate are meant to be, as if the Fates themselves had intertwined them for a reason.

Soon, Twilight’s succulent nethers bring Lavey out of his thoughts and to the task at hand. The unicorn’s confines are unlike anything the hybrid has ever felt before. It's scorching but not scalding. Moist but not humid. Tight but also snug. Every fiber of his being trembles with bliss as his inexperienced body tries to process these unusual feelings. Nevertheless, he couldn't feel more relaxed to be encased within his mate's sex at last.

Twilight, on the other hand, seems to be taking a bit longer to register these unfamiliar feelings. She holds tightly onto Lavey’s shoulders, her claws digging into his back while whimpering from the coursing pain in her core.

“Are you alright?” Lavey asks.

Twilight pulls back and looks her mate in the eyes with a reassuring, yet tearful smile, which Lavey accepts this as confirmation, prompting him to slowly thrust.

Gradually, he manages to drown out the mare's pain and blend it with newfound pleasure. Though, as much as he wants to keep a steady tempo for her sake, it's difficult to resist the urge to violently pummel into her sopping, warm depths. He barely inserts his tool halfway so as to avoid any possible damage but Twilight seems to be enjoying it, nonetheless.

Even for an unexperienced lover, Twilight manages to contract whenever her mate withdraws, wanting to keep him within her; only releasing when he plunges into her, giving him enough leeway to reach her core. With how she's sitting on his lap, her legs spread apart ever so wide, it allows easy passage for Lavey to traverse through her depths.

With the previous blowjob and the addition of the rhythmic contractions, Lavey feels just about ready to bust, but he doesn’t dare finish until Twilight has reached satisfaction. He wants to give her the ride of her life and bring her to a rapturous end.

He slowly increases his speed, until Lavey is basically jackhammering into Twilight's cunt, eliciting a symphony of ecstatic squeals and moans from her muzzle while her luscious pussy squelches with every insertion. Juices escape her sopping confines and dribble onto the hybrids lap and down to the sheets, sullying them with their lecherous stench. The wet plaps from his groin slamming into Twilight's ass fill the room, along with their cries of ecstasy.

"Fuck yes..." the little unicorn mewls as she hugs her mate tightly. Her claws dig into his back, drawing blood, but the pain only fuel's Lavey's drive. He growls with lust as if the pain had awakened some dormant kink he had no cognizance of. "Fuck me! I want it, Lavey!" Twilight squeals.

Whatever pain had been coursing through the unicorn seems to have disappeared completely and has been overrun by unfathomable rapture. As the two peer into each other’s eyes, viewing their lust-struck faces, they hold each other’s faces and passionately make out like randy teenagers on prom night, tongue and all. The atmosphere thickens and reeks with desire, musk, and pheromones, as anything about sensual love fades and is replaced with smutty passion.

To Lavey's intrigue, Twilight’s horn suddenly ignites with a strange, magenta aura. The hybrid fully expects a stray beam of arcane energy to tear through the chamber, but all that fires out are sparkling specks of mana over his shoulder. The unicorn's strange behavior perplexes him, but only until he notices her arching her back in orgasm and her leathery wings unfurl in exhilaration, does he understand what just happened. She gushes hot, viscous nectar all over the hell-spawn's thighs and the sheets, drowning the room in her salacious scent.

Lavey quickly pulls out, leaving him and his lover agonizingly unsatisfied. Though, as Twilight's euphoric rush settles down, she looks at him with the most intoxicated look he's seen on her.

"That was amazing!" she gasps. Her horn continues to spurt small bits of warm, pink essence onto the hybrid’s chest that soon dissolve back into the atmosphere. "Why'd you stop...all of a sudden?"

"Do unicorn's usually...orgasm through their horns?" he asks with intrigue.

"Y-yeah. It's a sensitive spot, like how a pegasus' wings are their weak spots. I've always wanted to try teasing it but I've never had the opportunity to. Do you think you could help me with that?"

Twilight’s seductively adorable face, plus the idea itself are too tempting to cast aside. He wants Twilight to have the time of her life and, by God, he’s gonna make sure she gets it.

Grabbing her by the waist, Lavey flips over until Twilight is placed on the bed and the hybrid is given the dominant position. The mare’s figure looks so innocent and adorable, but having been deflowered before being properly wedded, she is anything but. They're both one in the same at this moment: demons thirsting for sin and debauchery, not caring about morals or what anyone has to say about their conduct, whether God above may judge them or the Devil below may accuse them.

Lavey quickly grabs hold of his cock, eager to start fucking Twilight again...but delays in his advancements. Twilight looks up at him with desperation and betrayal while the hell-spawn stares down at her with a devilish grin. He leans forward until his face is just an inch away from his paramour's, and his free hand gently cups Twilight's cheek. Feeling the dewdrops of sweat upon her fur, the brush of her hastened breath upon his face, and seeing the fearful look in her eyes makes this all too thrilling.

"W-what are you doing?" the unicorn stammers. "Hurry up and put it in already!"

"Tsk, tsk, Twily," the hell-spawn blithely chides. "Where are your manners? You're forgetting to say the magic word."

Teasing Twilight like this is so ecstatically vile, especially when the mare needs to be alleviated of her estrus. But Lavey's desires suddenly override his mate's wants. The only thing pure about their frisky little endeavor is the fact that Lavey feels whole with his mate and that he's chosen the one perfect for him. Everything else about this is sinfully pleasurable: copulating before marriage, disregarding God's law, throwing away everything his angelic heritage follows.

Twilight seems hesitant in politely asking for satisfaction. Her lips quiver but no words escape. Lavey knows she wants to scream and plead for her estrus to be alleviated, but he's not going to move until she says what he wants to hear.

"P-please..." she quietly mewls.

"'Please'...what?" Lavey prods.

"Please give me your thick, juicy cock and fill me with with your hot demon cum! There I fucking said it!"

Lavey blinks a few times as he tries to process what he had just heard. This was not what the hybrid was expecting at all, though pleased, nonetheless. Satisfied with his mate's plea, he prods her salivating cunt and plunges into her snug depths once more.

Without waiting to let either paramours adjust, the hell-spawn immediately proceeds to buck his hips. This time, he reaches forward and gently pinches the bony protrusion on Twilight’s head, per her request. She squeals in delight and her hind-legs begin to kick as euphoria and bliss rush to the tip of her horn, igniting it in a bubbling, pink aura.

“Yes! Stroke my horn, Lavey! I’m close!” the unicorn desperately howls.

Though it’s an odd request, the hybrid happily indulges his mate. Using his first two fingers and thumb, he strokes the protrusion, allowing it to build up orgasmic, arcane energy in the tip. With his other hand, he gently rubs Twilight’s desperate clit, gyrating his digits around the bulb. With each thrust of his hips, rubbing of her clit, and stroking of her horn, the aura glows brighter, flooding the room with a brilliant light.

With every clench of Twilight’s depths, Lavey can feel himself nearing an erupting climax. Pressure builds up in his member as the combination of lust, love, Twilight’s wet warmth, and the tautness of her confines push him over the edge. Kissing her on the lips, he increases his vigor until his movements become violent and bestial.

“Twilight!” the hell-spawn roars in euphoria.

“Lavey!” the unicorn screams, holding onto her mate for dear life.

At last, the hybrid hilts, burying himself deep in Twilight’s tight canal, and releases every drop of his essence into her awaiting womb. In conjunction, Twilight’s horn shoots out solid, stickier globs of magical essence onto the sheets and bedpost as she achieves a climactic orgasm.

She continues to milk out the hybrid for everything he’s got; tightening the grip of her walls and draining his chambers dry of semen until she’s running over. Lavey can feel globs of spunk escape from Twilight’s pussy, dribbling down his inner thigh and onto the sheets. With his energy completely drained, the hell-spawn collapses onto Twilight with her in his grasp and his dick still corked within her confines.

“I love you...Twi,” Lavey says between breaths. He rolls over to his side and holds his mate tightly to his chest as he manually lowers his body temperature. “There’s no one I’d rather spend...the rest of my life with...than with you.”

"I love you too, Lavey," his mate reciprocates.

The warmth of coitus leaves the two, returning them to the chilling atmosphere of the room, but they embrace it as a necessity rather than a bother. Their hearts return to normal levels and their breathing regulates as cold air enters their lungs.

“I should have asked about this earlier, but what would children between us look like?” Twilight asks.

“Not like an abomination if that’s what you’re wondering,” Lavey jokes. “Normally, a spawn between a mortal and angel would result in a giant; between a mortal and demon would end up taking the appearance of the latter in order to blend in with society, no matter the gender of the parents. However, sometimes they may retain some features of demon-kind; horns, wings, or even black sclera can remain.”

“I wouldn’t be too bothered by that,” Twilight yawns as she nuzzles her head underneath her mate’s chin. “I don’t care what they look like as long as they’re healthy and we can spend time with them. Also, I kind of feel bad that I made you break your vow of chastity. I'm sure your mother—"

"It was never a promise I made for anyone, Twilight," Lavey interrupts. "It was more of a...'natural instinct'. I never felt any arousal around Chrysalis or anyone who tried to get it on with me until now. You’re the one I chose to relinquish my chastity to, Twi; no one else on this world or any other. I felt complete when I gave myself unto you."

Twilight doesn’t say anything, but smiles and buries her face deep into her mate’s chest. Before the hybrid knew it, the young unicorn is out like a light. Her silent snores fill the chamber and her warm breaths glide across his body, tingling his skin. Running a hand through her sweaty mane, he slowly closes his eyes as he slips into a dream about their future.

It’s only a few minutes until the Astral Borealis streaks through the sky. All of the citizens, young and old, stay awake to view the once in a lifetime event. Cadance, Shining Armor, Twilight, and Lavey stand on the castle balcony in wait for the spectacle.

“You know,” Cadance says as she looks over at Twilight and Lavey, “I wasn’t sure you two would get up to see this moment. You two slept well?”

The couple blush in embarrassment and shame as they look to each other. Twilight’s loose lips have always been a problem but she’s certain this situation wouldn’t dare make her slip up. With her brother right in front of her and knowing how protective he can be, Twilight makes extra sure to keep her lips sealed.

“We were fine,” Lavey blurts for his mate, though it's not a lie. After their little romp, the couple had a well-earned nap and feel well rested for the events about to take place. He proceeds to ruffle Twilight’s mane and she accepts, kicking a hind-leg in satisfaction. “Again, thank you for allowing us to stay for the Astral Borealis.”

“It’s our pleasure,” Shining Armor states. “Hopefully these visits become a bit more frequent; I still want to settle our score, bro.”

“Oh, so now I’ve been promoted from ‘Unworthy’ to ‘Bro’?” Lavey asks with a smirk.

“Technically, it was from ‘Dude’ to ‘Bro’. You’ve got ‘Unworthy’, ‘Dude’, ‘Bro’, and then ‘Homie’. You’re almost there, pal.”

Twilight and Cadance simply chortle at the boys as they stand off to the side. It’s almost a miracle seeing Shining Armor actually warming up to Lavey and bringing him into his circle of friendship. Twilight enjoys this familial moment they’re all sharing together, especially since they have to separate first thing in the morning.

“So, Twilight,” Cadance whispers, “how was your night?”

A warm blush spreads across the unicorn's cheeks as she promptly looks away from her sly sister-in-law. She knew Cadance would bring up that question but she’s still uncomfortable with having to answer. So much for “knowing what to expect”.

“Good. It was good,” the unicorn briskly mutters.

Cadance slithers over to Twilight’s side but still remains out of the unicorn’s view. Twilight can feel the princess's eyes boring into her for more information, which she refuses to relinquish.

“Only good?” the princess prods. “I’m sure you already know this but your brother is a pretty heavy sleeper. While he was snoring away, I was able to hear everything that went on across the hall. I’d say it was a little more than ‘good’.”

Twilight decides to keep quiet about it, knowing that continuing with this conversation will only make her thirsty for Lavey again. One time is enough for the unmarried couple.

"Everyone! It's been some time!" a familiar female voice calls out from above. Everyone on the balcony looks up to see King Lumiere and Queen Aurora descending upon them. They gracefully land before Shining Armor and Princess Cadance, bowing before the novice rulers of the Empire with reverence. "It's so good to see you all again!"

"Your Imperial Majesties," Lavey greets with a small bow. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"This is our kingdom too," King Lumiere says with a chortle. "We heard the Astral Borealis is about to begin and it's been ages since we saw this display of nature. Now, we get to see it again as husband and wife." The king and queen hold hooves and tap their horns as a sign of affection.

“It’s starting!” a voice from below shouts.

In the pitch black sky, a streak of orange tears through the darkness, followed by gentle streams of green and blue. Small sparks trail along the orange stream, causing red splotches to stain the dark sky. It looks more like a firework display than a phenomena of nature, yet it’s still breathtaking. Every few seconds, new colors and new styles streak through the sky, keeping the audience captivated in awe.

Keeping her sights on the display, Twilight makes her way over to Lavey and leans against his leg as drowsiness slowly overtakes her. The hybrid suddenly picks her up and places her on his shoulders like a filly, allowing her to have the best seat in the entire empire.

“Thank you for taking me out to see this, Lavey,” Twilight says.

“Of course. Like I said, I’d do anything to see you happy,” he replies back.