Your eyelids flutter open as you hear the sound of metal shoes clinking softly against the marble floor. In the dim light of the room, you see the familiar silhouette of an alicorn, illuminated by flashes of glowing purple as she takes off her regalia piece by piece and gently places them by the doorway. You smile quietly, not moving a muscle underneath the cozy, warm comforter that you are snugly buried under. The much softer sound of keratin on marble is barely audible as she quietly makes her way towards the foot of the spacious bed.
It shifts underneath you ever so slightly as she gently climbs into it, forehooves first staking out a claim and then hindlegs following behind. She lays down the side of her body next to your own so that her face will be level with yours. You close your eyes as she does so, relaxing your mouth to a neutral pout, your lower lip extending just a bit past your upper. You slow your breathing to be even and regular, keeping up the ruse even as you feel the warmth of a magical aura begin to gently stroke your cheek, its light seeping its way through your closed eyelids.
You open them to stare into those brilliant, purple eyes, still so big and beautiful even when half-lidded.Your lips split into a grin that you cannot help, and her lips curl into a smile in return.
“Good evening, my Princess,” you whisper.
“Good evening, my love,” she whispers back. “I’m sorry I woke you.” She strokes your cheek again with her aura, as if in apology.
“You’re apologizing to me for that?” you say in a mockingly incredulous tone. “It would have broken my heart, you know, if you’d just let me miss having another moment with you.“
“I shouldn’t have had to wake you, though!” Her eyes shift away. “ I know I got back later than I said I would.”
“No, don’t be.” You reach out to stroke her face in turn with the back of your hand, the hairs of her coat so very soft against your skin. Her eyes turn back to you, all open and warm and lovely. “It’s going to happen. You’re running an entire country, after all. That’s just part of the deal.”
She smiles sadly. “I know. But we have so little time together on most days as it is. It’s not fair to you.”
“I’ll be fine, Princess Twilight Sparkle! It’s you that I worry about.” You pout as you reach your hand behind her head, your fingers running through her silky mane as you begin to massage her long neck. “That it’s too much. You can’t be working until you’re about to go to bed, and then get up the next morning and do it all over again.”
“I know.” She sighs and closes her eyes, rolling her neck into your kneading fingers with a satisfied smile. “It’s just that these trade negotiations take such a long time to nail down. I have no idea how Celestia ever got anything else done! It’s only for a few more days, but I have so much to do, and I don’t want to risk what happened last time when I used time spells. So I have to work like this” She frowns. “But it’s a lot.”
“It is!” You continue to knead your way down the tense muscles of her long neck. “With all that stress, you really need a way to relieve it. You need me.”
“Yeah,” she agrees, still not opening her eyes, but smiling again. “This is really helping. Though what I could really use is…”
She trails off into silence.
“What’s that?” you ask.
“Oh, nothing!” She opens her gorgeous eyes to look into your own and laughs a short, nervous, nasal laugh. “This is enough.”
You smile devilishly. “Are you sure?” Without waiting for an answer, you prop yourself up a bit on your elbow so that you can get your mouth closer to those adorably twitching ears, and whisper:
“Wouldn’t you want me to fulfill my royal duties?”
The lovely lavender of her face heats up a bit with an even lovelier crimson. Her eyes are wide open, her mouth pensive.
“I… I... ” she stammers.
You grin, bringing your hand to her cheek to gently stroke it, feeling the warmth of her blush against your fingertips.
“It’s what I’m here for, isn’t it? Why I live in your chambers. My purpose.”
“But even historically, that wasn’t the case!” she protests, turning her eyes away. “Concubines were selected for their talents and abilities. Their ‘royal duties’ were to help manage the tribe, and later, the state. The other parts of their relationships to their Princesses were never a duty.“
You sigh contentedly in response. “You’re lucky you’re so cute when you go off on those lectures.”
Twilight sheepishly glances at you as you continue in a breathy whisper.
“I mean, if I had to choose between running one of your departments and the ‘other parts’, I’d much rather have my duties be pleasing you.“
Her blush deepens, and she squirms her hindlegs, though you resist the temptation to look down.
“I just want to make sure you don’t feel like that’s actually the reason you’re in this bed with me. You don’t have an actual royal duty to please me.”
“I know, Twi,” you coo. “But it’s much hotter to say that I do.“
Her blush deepens some more, and she squirms some more.
“And it’s hot for you too, isn’t it?”
“It is,” she admits, avoiding eye contact.
“It’s okay,” you reassure her, stroking her cheek gently. “All of this is still new to you. You’re not used to them. But it’s okay. I am here for them. I want to be here for them.”
“I know.” She sighs. “All these urges, I swear… Do you know what I wanted to do just now, when I came in?” She bites her lip. “Pin you to the bed, take off your nightgown, and start warming you up without saying even a word.“
“Twi…” You suppress a chuckle. “Do you know how incredibly hot that would have been for me? That would’ve made me come in, like, three seconds!”
Twilight blushes in silence for a few moments.
“It just feels so strange that you’re so into all of this.“
“I wouldn’t have accepted if I weren’t.” You smile warmly at her. “That just means we’re compatible. That’s a great thing.“
She smiles back, sheepishly.
“I’m sorry. I know I’ve said all this before.“
“It’s okay,” you say at almost a whisper.
She places a hoof gently on your cheek, staring deep into your eyes.
“I just can’t help but feel like I’m taking advantage of a lost traveller, far away from her home, at the mercy of the powerful rulers of this strange land that she finds herself in.“
“You didn’t. I said it before and I’ll gladly say it again.” You stare back, getting lost in the infinity of her eyes. “Ending up in this place. Meeting you. Loving you. All of it is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I know what I chose, and I am so happy that I did.“
She smiles, and you continue to gaze into each other’s eyes in silence, feeling the warmth of the other’s embrace, the rhythm of their breathing. Then, she closes her eyes and moves her face towards you, and you do the same.
Your lips lock, and you can taste the sweetness of her mouth. Feel the warmth and softness of her tongue slowly and sensually sliding over yours. Feel like all of it was happening in one long breath that stretched out anywhere from a second to a year. A year of shared breath and shared air, like two divers connected to each other to stay alive, as long as you could until both of you have to inevitably rise to the surface.
Surface you do, lips separating with a pop of suction. Pace of breathing quickened, faces flushed, eyes lidded. Eyes still open and deep, quickly locking with each other, connecting the souls behind them with the shortest path between. Geodesic.
Another liplock, though this time it is more Twilight pushing her muzzle against your face with purpose, her tongue’s probing firm. You let her take control, your tongue surrendering to her lead as she composes a cadenza on it. A short one. She breaks the kiss.
She smiles, with not a trace of her earlier hesitance remaining on her lips.
“Lie still for a moment,” she commands. “I just want to take a good look at you.”
She gets up on all four hooves, and moves back toward the foot of the bed as she removes the now too-warm comforter from on top of you with her aura, leaving nothing but your nightgown between you and the air of the bedroom. She places a foreleg on either side of your thighs, the bed shifting underneath you as she does so. Her horn glows, and the room fills with an ambient light out of nowhere. She looks down at your now-illuminated body. Her head, now perched atop her upright neck, is as high as yours would be if you were kneeling up on the bed.
The hem of your nightgown glows with violet light as she peels it upward, pooling the silky, soft fabric around your waist. You follow her gaze back down to your now-exposed hips, where identical marks, like magical tattoos, throb with a glow on either side.
A golden arc forming a circle, closed by a pink six-pointed star surrounded by a scattering of smaller white ones.
Her cutie mark.
You look back up at her face, clearly lit by her illumination spell, as she continues to look down at you with those beautiful, brilliant eyes. Those eyes that scanned entire libraries’ worth of ancient manuscripts for a single obscure, long-forgotten spell. Those eyes that traced intricate magical runes for deviations of one part in a thousand from their intended designs. Devoted now, to drinking in the images on your hips and their meaning, her eyes lidded, her lips pulled back in a serene smile of satisfaction.
Of ownership.
You squeeze your thighs tighter together, feeling the slick pooling between them. You bite your lip.
A soft chuckle escapes her lips.
“That’s right. You’re not used to being looked at this way, are you?”
It’s your turn to blush, a burning radiating from your cheeks.
“No, I’m not,” you say, as her eyes continue to scan your body.
Her wing reaches down to trace the curve of your hip with its soft, soft feathers, sending a pleasant shiver that spreads up into you from your inner thighs.
“Really not used to it,” you squeak out, as her eyes ever so slowly crawl up your body until they meet your own.
Her wing is stroking your cheek now, and you swear its heat could burn off the feathers that are touching them.
The hem of your nightgown glows again, and you raise up your arms up above your head as Twilight moves it up past your face, the glow shining through the sheer fabric. Now freed from your only article of clothing, you let your wrists fall back down onto the bed above your head and cross each other, as if bound. Twilight continues to consume your body with those beautiful eyes, her gaze now fixed on your breasts, hardly a swell above your chest, something that had been very useful to you in a previous life, as you were ever only a sports bra away from being able to wear all of the men’s dress shirts that you wanted. But now, well. Do you wish that you had more to display for her?
No. From the way she looks at them, what you have is more than enough for her. A silly thought, otherwise. You’ve been having a lot of those lately.
Another silly thought, but you keep your eyes from wandering off her face and down her body. Not yet. Not until the time is right.
Twilight’s gaze meets your eyes again. That serene smile. That loving look. That connection of souls again, but not as equals this time. Not in this world, where something as girly as a pretty purple pony princess had never meant weakness. Not in the eyes of anyone.
Those bright eyes with those thick lashes, that lovely pastel coat, that glowing horn, those soft wings, that pretty smile on that elegant, rounded muzzle… In this world, those things had always meant strength and dignity and power. Not like your world, where mixing dominance and femininity means form-fitting leather and severe makeup, coded as transgression and subversion and parody. There was no such thing here. Nothing to transgress and subvert. None of the subtext of cowards. Just the pure text of the natural order of things. The magical strength of a continent-spanning civilization, invested in the worthy vessel of the mare towering above you now. Her own mind and body, crafted and transformed into its avatar.
She looks at you as more than just your marefriend Twilight Sparkle, that book-obsessed neurotic with the adorkably nasal laugh. She looks at you as a Princess looks at her sworn concubine, returning your earned submission and devotion with their complement. Everything she needs to transform each of your unions into a sacrament; a representation of her task to love and protect all those in her herd and nation, now expanded to include any species willing to heed the call of Harmony.
That is the force with which she kisses you now, running the soft feathers of her wingtips up and down the sides of your body, kneading your breasts, stroking your nipples. Stroking your thighs, first up their side, then up their front, then slowly up their inside, until her feathers reach the dampness between your inner thighs. You separate them, ever so slightly, and her wingtips brush gently up your lips, ever so slightly. Across your clit, ever so slightly, each soft feather brushing upward in succession, causing your breath to hitch. You bite your lower lip as Twilight breaks her liplock and begins to plant kisses on your exposed neck, keeping your eyes closed to heighten the sensations. Her breath is hot against your skin. The soft feathers of her wings continue to brush strokes against your inner thighs in gentle patterns. Your legs open wider.Your breathing grows heavy.
She lifts her face from your neck, and you open your eyes. She is staring at your face with that same serene smile, as if noting with pleasure the flushing of your cheeks and your wide-open eyes. She whispers.
“Are you ready for her now?”
You nod weakly, at last allowing your gaze to travel all the way down Twilight’s body, at the shape, that loveliest of shapes, arcing gracefully towards you from between her hindlegs. She steps her way forward, her hooves indenting and shifting the surface of the bed, until her hindhooves are planted on either side of your hips, leaving you face-to-face with the object of your devotion. In the perfect position to worship Twilight in the way alicorns were meant to be worshipped, by those lucky enough to be chosen to take their mark.
You gaze lovingly at the marecock right in front of your eyes, admiring her geometric beauty. A perfect cylinder of pink tinged with lavender, of the most pleasingly balanced length and girth, encircled by lovely rings of flesh around her middle and her tip, which makes you think there might be a poetic connection with the rings emblazoned on your hips if you were smarter at words, or something. With a fingertip, you gently trace a line up the side of her shaft, marveling at how smooth the skin there feels. How wonderful her medial ring feels when your finger passes over it. You fingertip lingers there, idly rubbing that ridge of lovely flesh, as you move your face forward to take her into your mouth. You close your eyes to better feel her firmness against your lips and tongue, to taste her flavors. You luxuriate in the texture of the bumps along the ridge lining the edge of her head as you swirl around them with your tongue. You can just about imagine them expanding as she flares. You can just about taste her salty pony cum filling your mouth in shuddering bursts, thoroughly coating your tongue and palate. If your lips weren’t so wrapped tightly around her, you would smile at the memory.
You pop her back out of your mouth, and gaze lovingly at her again, her tip now coated in a thin sheen of your saliva.
You smile, then plant a loving kiss on the tip of her head, followed by another on the underside of her shaft just below it. You let your face linger there after the kiss, letting the flesh of Twilight’s cock rest ever so gently across your lips and nose, exhaling the breath of your nostrils onto her. You can smell her musk, subtle and sweet, as you continue to plant soft kisses, focusing on the feeling of her flesh against your lips..
Twilight sighs in satisfaction from somewhere up above your head, and says “You are so lovely.” You can’t help but grin at that, even as Twilight’s wonderful marecock leaves your lips and begins to drag herself down your chin. You feel the bed shifting underneath you once more as Twilight begins to back up back down your body, though she does this slowly. Sensually. Moving her hips with purpose, so that the warm tip of her cock can trace a line down the curve of your neck. Across the arc of your right breast, lingering for just a moment to pestle your nipple in gentle brushes, that wonderful feeling of flesh-on-flesh causing you to bite your lip. She continues down your ribs, then the plain of your stomach, crossing your belly button. She is far back enough now that you can look each other in the eye again, her forehooves planted besides your ribs. Her hindlegs are bent down into a crouch. Positioning herself.
She cranes her neck down so that your noses are almost touching. Her eyes are pools of shimmering violet, filled with so much affection and love. Filled with so many wonderful things that you have a hard time picking out your favorite, but you do. That sense of rightness that was there about the world, knowing the depth of your devotion to her. Her smile reflects that satisfaction.
“Celestia, I love you so much,” she says in a breathy whisper.
Without skipping a beat, you respond.
“Don’t call me Celestia.”
She stifles a chortle, then rolls her eyes, smiling all the while. “That is not what I meant!” She tries to, but can’t suppress, another laugh. “Oh, no!” she cries. “Now I can’t stop imagining you wearing fake wings and a horn.”
Her laughter is sharp and nasal and always the most beautiful thing you have ever heard. You smile.
“Yeah, that would really be ridiculous.”
“I know!” Twilight wipes a tear from her eye with a wing as her laughter stops. “It is.” She regains her composure, standing upright and proud and regal above you. “Besides, if we ever do that, well…”
She looks down at you, and strokes your cheek with the back of a wing, smiling wickedly. “ You wouldn’t be the Celestia.“
“No, I wouldn’t, would I?” You match her smile, idly reaching out a hand to rub the fetlock of one of her forehooves. “Who would I be?”
“What you are right now, what else?”
“And what is that?”
Her wicked smile transforms, ever so subtly, to the serene one she had had before as she continues to stroke your cheek.
“A lost traveller, far away from her home, who found herself a place in this strange land that she finds herself in.“
Her wings move to brush their tips against your hips, one on each side.
“And what place is that?”
She doesn’t answer right away, and instead begins to massage the markings on your hips, which you can feel begin to glow on your skin. You bite your lip, and let go of her hoof.
“Something she never would have imagined having back where she was from. A sense of meaning. A duty.”
You gulp. “And what duty is that?”
“To warm the beds of the powerful rulers of this land. To give to them all of the pleasures that her body and devotion can provide. To let them, at their will, sate their urges on her.”
She cranes her neck down to your ear, to whisper in it.
“In her.”
A pleasant shiver runs its way from your ear and down to your thighs. You squirm.
“That sounds… very nice,” you manage, letting out a gasp as you feel the soft tip of Twilight’s marecock trace its way lazily up your inner thigh. You echo your vows. “To fulfill that… most sacred of duties, would be my greatest joy.“
She cradles the side of your head with a wing, as the tip of her marecock comes to a rest against your lips, pushing them slightly apart, just so. She gives you a smile, then brushes a wingtip against your lips, the ones on your face.
“Would it now?”
Your answer is a whisper.
“It would, my Princess.”
“Good,” she whispers back, her smile as serene as ever. “Now. Are you ready to receive the gift of your Sovereign? ”
The tip of her marecock presses upward, ever so gently nudging your clit. You bite your lip after a soft gasp..
“Yes, my Princess,” you whimper.
Her eyes are bright under those half-closed lids of lovely lavender, as they continue to lock with yours, staring into your soul. Her smile is soft on her muzzle, curling up oh so cutely at its edge. Her face is placid, serene, satisfied, unchanging. Even as she enters you.
You gasp, as the bumps along the edge of the tip of her marecock oh so pleasantly rubs against the inside of your lips on their way in. Time seems to slow. You angle your hips upward, but then find your lower half lifted up off the bed by a pleasantly warm, firm aura, as Twilight perfectly positions you. You surrender to her embrace. Your breathing, hot and heavy, is the only sound that you can hear between you two. With every exhale, Twilight enters you just ever so slightly deeper. Fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch, you feel the wonderful sensation of being filled up with the flesh of your Princess. Body and soul.
Twilight rocks her hips upward ever so slightly, in order to nudge your clit with the edge of her medial ring. You gasp, as she keeps her movements small, using the edge of that ring of flesh to gently stroke the underside of your clit up and down. You bite your lip as each of those clitstrokes feel like they are coursing through you, a microcosm of your body. You feel a warmth at your hips as your marks there begin to glow.
Twilight’s eyes are still fixed on yours, her smile unchanging, even as your cheeks heat up and your eyes widen. Her small movements grow steadily larger, pulling herself just a little farther out of you before plunging herself back in, letting you feel more and more of her length in one, smooth stroke each time. You can hear her breathing now. Feel those small puffs of air from her nose grace the skin of your face. You can see her cheeks reddening now, see her struggle ever so slightly to maintain her expression, as her breathing falls in sync with yours. As her rhythm falls in sync with your breathing.
She slows down her rhythm, and both of your breathing slows down in turn, getting deeper and louder to compensate. Her loving gaze is unbroken this entire time, save for occasional, graceful eyeblinks that only seem to accentuate how thick and pretty her lashes are.
Long strokes, now. Grand and slow and sensual, with the artistry of a cellist handling her bow.
Long stroke, now. Going in. Every inch of her imprinted on your walls as her length enters you. That familiar medial ring, nudging against your clit again, as she pushes herself inside you ever so slightly beyond that point. Then she stops.
She soaks in you, and you clench around her. You gaze into each other’s eyes in silence. You feel the most connected you’ve ever been, and relish this most wonderful of moments you are sharing as it stretches on and on.
“I love you so much, my Princess,” you whisper.
“I love you too,” she says, and smiles that serene smile again. She begins to move inside you again, and you let her go, feeling the beginnings of her flare drag pleasantly against your walls as she pulls herself out a bit. As she plunges back into you, she whispers in your ear.
“My concubine.”
You shudder again, clenching on her involuntarily for a second, before Twilight resumes her strokes. Out, then in again. Her tempo, slow at first, steadily increases.
You continue to look into her eyes, and they continue to gaze back at you with love. But as she continues her strokes, you notice a change. Her blinks begin to last longer and longer, lasting an entire stroke at a time, then two. Those eyes, still full of love, fight against her eyelids before finally closing, two pretty ovals of purple. That smile, no longer so serene and knowing, curls up into one of pleasure.
You grin, and wrap your arms, long by pony standards, around her withers to draw your body close to hers. Breasts against her chest, where that bejeweled peytral would be if it were not sitting by the bedroom door. Cheek and mouth against the curve of her neck, all the better to kiss and whisper into it. Legs wrapped around her hips, her tail brushing against your ankles with playful upward flicks. The warmth and softness of her coat on the bare skin of your body. Supported by the force of magic against your back, so you are not fighting gravity in pressing your body to hers.
She continues to fill you with her flesh, over and over, teasing your clit at the end of every stroke. She whispers.
“Isn’t it amazing?”
“What is, my Princess?” you reply into her soft neck.
“You’re from a completely different world, so different from our own. You are so much taller than we are, with only Princess Celestia being able to look you in the eye without flying. But your body.“ She reaches the end of a thrust, and shudders slightly. “Your body is the perfect size for me.“
“It is, isn’t it, my Princess?” you say, grinning uncontrollably, thankful that Twilight’s little pony body was the perfect size for her fifth leg of a marecock to be able to mostly fit inside you, as she continues to demonstrate, over and over.
“And it’s not just... your size,” she gasps slightly. “Not just how good it feels to be inside you.”
That sends a pleasant shiver up your spine. You coo into her neck.
Twilight gasps, before continuing.
“It’s body magic! It doesn’t work on you. If you’re not wearing clothes, anycreature can see everything, no wonder you always wear it!” She moves her face in front of yours, and looks into your eyes.
“Which makes it all the more exciting and special to unwrap you.”
You gently caress the side of her long neck with your fingertips.
“I do— Ahh!”
You feel the warmth of a glow on your hips as you clench around Twilight, a frisson of pleasure radiating through your body. As you open your eyes and exhale, you glimpse her cutie mark flash as well, as she closes her own eyes and bites her lip. You take in a breath, waiting until Twilight’s eyes are open again and staring back into yours. You smile.
“I do love being unwrapped by you.”
She smiles back.
“You are such a lovely sight unwrapped. But I still couldn’t touch you, much less anything else”—she thrusts inside you as if to emphasize—”without that concubine mark. Without that vow. I feel like that tells me something.“
Your breath catches as she continues her long, slow, sensual strokes, staring into your eyes with love, only wandering to leer at your concubine marks as they begin to slowly pulse with a warm glow, in time with the slow buildup of pleasure inside of you.
“What does it tell you, my Princess?”
She doesn’t answer right away, and instead just strokes your cheek lovingly with a hoof as her strokes speed up inside of you. Her neck cranes, and her eyes wander back down to her own flanks and your hips underneath them. Both of your marks are glowing now, pulsing in rhythm with each other and with the tempo of Twilight’s body against your own.
The tempo intensifies, body and marks both, as you feel Twilight begin to flare inside of you. You bury your face in her neck again as she wraps it around yours. She whispers in your ear.
“That you were always meant for this.”
You gasp, and shudder into her, her body heat warm against your face.
“To complete your duty to your rightful Princess.”
You squeeze yourself against her, as tight as you can, feeling like you would never be able to get too close.
“To receive her seed into your human womb.”
Your mouth opens, your breaths now panting, hot and heavy.
“To let your eggs become her daughters.”
A warmth blossoms from the core of your very being, slowly enveloping the body that is around it.
“To continue the species that you now serve.”
Your body clenches her tight, pulling her in as deep as she can go, as her head flares and coats your insides with a shuddering burst of hot pony cum. Then another, then another.
Your back arches, and your neck rolls, as waves of pleasure radiate through your body from that hot, glowing core within you. Your mouth contorts as you let out a soft, quiet moan.
The wave crests, and your back unarches, as you feel yourself slowly being let down back onto the bed. You can feel Twilight laying her body gently on top of yours. Her weight and warmth on your stomach and chest feel very nice indeed.
You open your eyes and stare into Twilight’s, resisting the urge to close them again as a second wave begins to course through you. You feel every inch of that rolling pleasure work its way up your body, and you channel it into your love for the mare in front of you, as if you could beam that pleasure into her through the connection of your eyes. From her own blinking struggle to keep her eyes open, as well as how the corners of her mouth keep teasing outward, she is trying to do the same thing.
You feel her cum slowly slide out of you, your inner thighs a sticky, warm mess. You squeeze them together to better feel that wonderful, gluey texture between them.
You kiss, feeling that wonderful, soft texture of her lips.
You separate, looking into each other’s eyes again. Smiling, holding each other close. Content in your afterglows, stretching the shared, sacred moment outward and outward.
You break the silence first.
“Twi?”
“Mm?” she responds.
“Did you, uh, ever figure out that spell where you could get me pregnant?”
She gives you a puzzled look. “Not really? I mean, you’re not actually planning to, uh, use it, are you?”
“Oh, no, no!” you reassure her. “Not any time soon, like I said before! It just would be, uh, way hotter to tell me that you’re going to put your foal in me if that were, like, actually possible.”
She blinks a couple of times in silence, then laughs that beautiful, nasal laugh.
“Seriously?”
“I know! Sorry, it was a very silly question. I know you’re busy these days.”
“Yeah, I am. But I won’t always be.” She smiles, then whispers in your ear. “And you’re right. It would be way hotter.”
You blush visibly at that, and notice that she is looking at you with that same smile again. But then the smile breaks, as she sighs. She pouts, breaking character.
“I wish I didn’t have so much to do tomorrow. I really want to spend more time with you like this, but I really have to sleep.“
“I know. You need to sleep.” You smile at her, and gently stroke her cheek. “I won’t keep you.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, still pouting. “I really, really want to. But I can’t.”
“I know. It’s okay.” You begin to stroke her mane. “I’m just glad you didn’t manage to sneak into bed without waking me up.”
“Yeah, me too.” She takes in a deep breath, then sighs contentedly. “I really needed this. And I won’t be afraid to ask for it next time.”
She smiles warmly at you, and it is as if all of the stress that she had built up that day has melted completely away now. You are ever so glad.
Silence reigns again as you continue to stroke her mane, still feeling the embers of your afterglow. Feeling the comforting warmth and weight of her barrel on your stomach and thighs. Wishing that this moment would never have to end. Knowing that when the silence is broken, it would be.
Twilight speaks, inevitably, in a whisper.
“You know, there is one last duty you can do for your Princess tonight.”
You smirk.
“Big spoon again?”
“You know it!”
She kisses you, then looks longingly into your eyes for the last time tonight. “Good night, I love you,” she whispers, and you whisper back the same with a soft smile. Then, she climbs off your body and flops herself onto her side next to you.
You turn to wrap your arms around the middle of her barrel, feeling her soft belly coat against the sensitive skin of your forearms. Her illumination spell fades away, leaving the bedroom in darkness once more. You bury your face in the back of her neck, letting her mane drape itself over your cheek. You plant a gentle kiss where your lips are, and close your eyes, feeling the warmth of her neck on your eyelids as you both drift off to sleep.
