Chrysalis deftly led the stallion to her Hive, with her children all carefully and gently sneaking alongside them too, albeit a great deal slower as their movements were otherwise sluggish and clumsy, their love-drunk states affecting their ability to stay perfectly invisible. A changeling could easily maintain a glamour when full of love, but to move without sound or affecting the senses of creatures was diminished somewhat when the mind was addled with too much of a good thing.

The stallion seemed content, and perhaps that was because he didn't know where he was being taken. She wondered if he would be aghast at exactly what place within the forest she personally called home, and felt rather odd that she had a moment of tension over it. No matter, he liked her more than enough, he would likely appreciate her own unique abode.

Although, he might not appreciate what came next.

She stopped not too distantly from the Hive, as they weren't far from its hidden entrance now, and turned back to face him. He wasn't confused, simply more curious as he raised his eyebrows, expecting her to say something.

With a slight murmur, she gave the signal to her children. Despite their current dispositions the order was obeyed, and they all immediately shifted from their glamours, appearing as they stepped out or hopped down around the area in oddly eye-catching swirls or hazes of green-shaded magic as it dissipated around their chitinous bodies. She tried to only feel a modicum of amusement at his reaction, yet her face split into a wide grin anyway.

He was partially stiffened up in shock, however it was likely that the logical part of his mind was telling him that her children weren't hostile, as he was calming down a lot faster than she would have expected. He glanced all around at her various subjects with only a passing wariness, even amusement as one of them waved at him. He turned his attention back to her with a question on the tip of his tongue, though she cut in before he could ask it.

"They have been with me the entire time." She smiled, giving an appraising look around at her children, grinning at him as she continued. "You had absolutely no suspicions, did you?"

"Uh... no." He said simply, his face just a little bemused.

"Well, they are coming along. I think they will be happy not having to hide, they have been doing it for several hours, after all." She mused, turning back around and sauntering on. She could feel his bemusement carry on as they went, just a little hurt in his pride that he hadn't sensed them. "Changelings are very adept at staying hidden, Lamb. There is no shame, your eyes are not suited for seeing such things."

She smiled to herself as that did perk him up considerably.

They came upon the Hive not soon after, the magic hiding the entrance and appearing as so much overgrown flora and tangled thickets was quickly dispelled the second she drew near, flickering into millions of shimmering wisps that in turned into aether. She chuckled deep in her throat as the stallion was rather taken by the display of natural changeling magic, his awe at the motes as they glowed and dispersed was endearing.

What was revealed to them was a massive gaping maw, leading down into an expansive cave system that wasn't viewable from just this entrance alone, this nonuniform mouth before them not revealing the greater whole. It led only into an open space that then expanded elsewhere through variably-sized tunnels and chambers.

"As I said, not a village." She grinned back at him. He was only partly surprised this time around, and quickly acclimated to the strangeness with a scrunched snout and a nod, as if summing up in his mind that a changelings appearance matching with cave-living actually made more sense than his own type of dwelling, which it did. He took a tentative step forward as he watched her underlings happily travel inside, the hunters moving much calmer as they entered. He faltered behind her as she also moved into the cave's mouth and looked at him. "Not afraid, are you, Lamb?"

"It's just... caves... I've never been in any." He said, eyeing the depression with concern. After a quick glance over his shoulder at the foreboding forest behind him, he looked back into the cave soon after, and again he fought his fear as he took another step. "First time for everything, I guess."

Chrysalis grinned, moving inside.

His curiosity and wonder started to slowly accost his worries until they were the overriding feeling she felt rolling off of him, as she replaced the entrance with a caustic flash of her horn and wandered through the moderate space where numerous new oddities he wasn't privy to caught his attention. She couldn't help but laugh softly under her breath as she felt his overwhelming desire to capture them on his paper.

"I can see you are a little distracted, Lamb." She cooed with amusement as she stopped walking, seeing as he'd paused his trot to focus on the few glowing fixtures hanging from the cave ceiling. They were nothing more than a very basic bioluminescent light source, yet he seemed particularly taken with the stalactitic creations. "You will have time to draw later, fear not."

With a small measure of reluctance, he moved on from the gentle lights and fell in tow behind her as she continued her way down a long winding passage off to the right side of the layered caves. She hid a mischievous smile as she casually flicked her tail to one side again, just to feel his adorable embarrassment and lust spike. There was nowhere else for him to look but her backside, really; not unless he found cave walls and their strange compositions of different tasting rocks notably interesting. She had him very much trapped where she wanted him.

His fascination at the Hive only increased when they eventually reached the chamber up ahead. As it opened out into a far wider area than the entrance landing had been, there was considerably more going on here and her drones were buzzing about freely, keeping themselves entertained mostly with roughhousing or repairing parts of the Hive that had sorely needed it. By necessity, changelings were usually in a constant state of torpor and would keep themselves in hibernation to survive the long periods where they lacked the sustenance they required. That he was seeing them in such high spirits was a rarity, and he only had himself to thank for it.

"This is your doing, Lamb, did you know? We are all usually so tired that we must hibernate." She smiled, watching her underlings enjoy themselves with the excess of energy they possessed, pleased that her hunters were sharing it amongst all their brothers and sisters. Soon she would have to tell them to stop to conserve the love they had been given, but for now she would grant them their pastimes, it wasn't often they ever had the chance to be active. "Changelings feed on specific energies, and your presence has granted it in excess."

"Oh, really?" He glanced at a drone that was using their magic to restore damage to a layered tunnel wall, packing cracks with a malleable resin created from their saliva, he was quite awed by the action. "I didn't know, uh, I'm happy to help?"

"There are other ways you might help." She grinned impishly, glancing back as a few of her younger children came over to poke and prod their strange new guest, before she gently chittered for them to leave him be. "Come, you must be tired, I have a resting place set aside."

He smiled, rather content with the idea of rest. It was only a partial lie, he would get to sleep, yet it would come after he'd assisted her as she knew he wanted to do. She even felt his mind briefly skirt lust as she'd mentioned it, and how could he not? He was here within her Hive, and was constantly looking upon her perfect form, while they had gotten along incredibly well and indeed built a rapport. Any male with good sense would be feeling the exact same.

She passed them through a series of twisting tunnels, some inclining for a short stretch before snaking downward deeper into the earth. His endless curiosity at a place so incredibly alien to his own kind was interesting, and she supposed she might feel somewhat the same were she to ever spend an extended period of time in one of his pony dwellings. He navigated past a few stalagmites and outcroppings of residue build-up, his head craning up to see the irregular formations where natural erosion from water travelling through the ground had caused the cave passage to shift itself around the many layers that made up its walls. It kept him nicely entranced until they reached her personal sleeping chambers.

It was a very exquisite abode, expansive and private, and sectioned off by pretty membranous folds of lowly glowing resin that was softer to the touch in a way that resin usually wasn't, but that was because she knew ways to make it so. It was a gorgeous piece of ostentation fitting of her status and beauty. She parted the sweeping folds and gracefully stepped in, allowing the stallion through as well. Inside was her wonderful cocoon that hung down from the ceiling; it was large, warm, inviting, and very comfortable. It was flanked by a few wide moss-covered stalactites that glowed the same as the lights they'd passed on their way into the Hive.

It was her own space, and a grand chamber fit for a Queen.

"I uh, I don't see..." He began, looking around for something. She curiously watched him frown, taking a moment. She sensed confusion and he looked at her after glancing at her cocoon. "Is this where I'm going to be sleeping?"

"Indeed, Lamb." She said in a low tone, only a little sultry.

He arched an eyebrow at it, looking at her with curiosity. "I don't mean to be rude, but... Is there no bed?"

"If that is where ponies sleep, then this is a changeling bed." She smiled at him mischievously. She understood that ponies certainly wouldn't sleep in cocoons, though surely they slept in something made from magic, at the very least? The stallion had mentioned that they drew with it, so surely they could also sleep on it too? That was how her drones made the Hive's beds; their unique magic could be shaped into objects. Hunters used their magic to mimic her ability to lull prey into a relaxed state, or at least get them docile enough that lust could be extracted; guards used their magic to enhance their speed beyond their normal level, and levitate objects; and drones used their magic to create a malleable resin that was almost as tough as stone when dried, or shape resin and magic into different forms that could remain perfectly soft to the touch. She gestured to the cocoon with an idle hoof. "It may not be as you expect, though I assure you it is quite excellent, I can always reshape it however, if you find that sleeping in such a manner is uncomfortable."

He gave a nod, smiling earnestly. "I would really appreciate that." He was quick on the uptake and pointed at the ground. "Ponies sleep... hmm, on raised platforms, generally blocky in shape, and we have bedding... which... something to rest our heads on and cover ourselves with. Uh, please."

Well, that seemed unnecessary when ponies had fur. Regardless of things beyond her comprehension, she decided to grant him his request, her horn igniting and illuminating the smoothed walls of her spacious chamber as her cocoon was fully enveloped and reformed before their eyes, adding additional magic to create the approximate items. She went for a very large and somewhat curved form, enough that she would be sufficiently content to lay down on it without falling off, and created a large fold of smooth silk that would cover it, with a sizably shaped mass of silk for their heads. If she was going to be laying down then she was doing it with maximum efficiency and comfort.

The form was complete, as was the bedding, and she smiled at his elation at seeing the familiar pony-like objects. He trotted forward and placed a hoof against the raised platform made of magic, pushing his hoof against it and laughing gently to himself.

"It's like if a waterbed was made from gel." He marvelled, running a hoof along the large fold and smiling at that too. "A lovely duvet and pillow as well, thank you."

"Yes, I do create the finest works, although I have never made a bed from water, perhaps I shall try one day." She mused with a nod, assuming that a duvet and pillow were the created possessions, passing her eyes over the unusual sleeping situation. "It is a little peculiar to me, but as far as a bed goes this is hardly the worst I have owned."

She immediately felt his surprise.

"T-this is your bed?" He squeaked, making eye contact as she fixed her gaze on him intently. She only grinned widely. It made him blush profusely as he took a gentle step back. "I can't sleep here if it's your bed..."

"Of course you can, Lamb." She purred, taking a step towards him as her gaze deepened and grew a great deal more predatory, though only in a playful manner as she wasn't really wanting to scare him at this juncture, not that she really though it possible. "I very much invite you to. Do you not wish to share a Queen's bed?"

And his surprise just kept mounting.

"You're a Queen?" He gasped, his eyes flicking over her exquisite body again with a measure of shock, and she felt that undertone of lust again along with a helping of love at his newfound thoughts at having to reassess her in a new light, and apparently he found her... even more breathtaking. Wonderful. She felt a mild spike of amusement as his eyes went to her head, as now he realised. "Oh... that's a crown, isn't it?"

"But of course." She smiled sweetly, her horn glowing. He was enveloped in her glowing green corona with a sharp yelp of yet even greater surprise as she moved him over to the bed. "And as a Queen, I tell you that my bed is without a consort. Would you truly rebuff me and wish to sleep elsewhere?"

"C-consort?" He blushed again, his eyes flicking between her and the bed with those deliciously mixed emotions. He wanted to, she could feel it, she felt a word in his mind; princess, and what it meant to him was special. She was far above that, his elation at sleeping with somepony greater than a princess was settling in next to his appreciation of her. She had only to ease him a little more. "I-I don't know..."

"Allow me to help you know." She kept on with a sweet grin, laying him down atop the bed and releasing her hold once she'd removed that silly neck wrap and his bag, putting them to one side. He didn't move away or protest as she stepped up onto it and began to tower over him. "It has been far too long since I shared the warmth of my body with another, Lamb; would you deny me and yourself the joy of such pleasures?"

"I..." He began, though she'd already leant down and gotten in close to his face, promptly making him squeak and keep quiet as she stared deeply into him, calming him down with her magic. His heart was thundering in his chest and she worked to slow his embroiled state of mind. She'd been fed by his love, she knew she hadn't even needed to do anything else but that as he was beholden to her from his own feelings.

She let her presence dominate and simply basked in the roiling emotions coming off of him. Love and lust in equal measure was given, and it had moved into its next stage from affection. Affection gave birth to the rise of adoration, and on the innocent side of a purer love lay a far more curious lust she had never coined a term for beyond beginner's lust, of which didn't succeed in tainting and overwhelming the given love.

No, they combined.

That was what she was being gifted, and it was intoxicating outwith anything she'd tasted in forever. He wanted her so very badly, and he wasn't protesting or stopping her, he was just simply new to the entire sordid affair and purely had no inkling of how to proceed with an incredibly interested female bearing down upon him. She would gladly be his guide.

Anticipation welled in his heart as she maintained his starry gaze, his mind perhaps a little fogged from his own emotions and her calming effect she was laying in so that he didn't faint from the overwhelming situation. She lowered until their snouts were bumping and grinned at his soft gasp.

"Would you like to kiss me?" She asked kindly in a whisper, her voice echoing.

She didn't so much receive a spoken yes as she did a noise from his throat and a wave of emotion that amounted to his desire to kiss her. That was perfectly acceptable, sometimes silence was a yes. She leant forward and pushed her soft lips against his in a clumsy embrace as he fumbled and sparks danced in his head. She couldn't help but chuckle, the vibration passing through their connection as she took control and wrestled his lips with her own.

He managed to understand what she was doing and mimicked the action in return as best he could, until they eventually matched pace and she wouldn't allow him to relent for breath until she was satisfied she'd clouded his mind even further, or until she was generally satisfied of her own desire.

Chrysalis could not recall the last time she actually kissed another.

It was only when she felt he was on the verge of passing out that she released her liplock and exhaled in contentment, allowing him to greedily refill his lungs for a scant moment before she went right back into another deep kiss. She greatly shocked him as her muscular tongue snaked past her fangs into his mouth and probed around, wrestling with his tongue that was hardly putting up any sort of resistance. He was both enamoured and confused, yet went along as best he was able to.

She helped him relax further as her horn flared again, her luminous jade magic carefully surrounding his body and kneading at his muscles. Instantly he shuddered as her gentle force eased the tension out of him little by little. He twitched and shivered as she tended to him, his mind alternating between dancing and relaxing as she kissed and massaged him, barely permitting any respite as she tasted him. She could smell his arousal in the air as well as his scent, it was almost like he'd rolled in crushed fruits. A smell that had gone mostly uncared for until now, it was lovely to her senses.

The small consort was naught but workable resin in her grasp as she played around, finding what increased his enjoyment and what didn't, which apparently wasn't much with how amazingly she was doing. She imagined that his body was so very tense from earlier, sitting hunched as he had been for hours over his work slaving to create such a venerable depiction of her, and yet he was still feeding her with such honeyed essence.

He loosed a quietly confused moan of bliss into her mouth as her magic ensnared those soft sizable orbs between his legs in a warm field and began to massage those too along with the rest of him, though a great deal gentler as she leant back from her salacious kiss and grinned at the endearing expression of pleasure stuck on his features, as her vision travelled down to lay on his groin and see the effect she was having.

His member had slid free of its home and stood at half-mast, only growing in size as her massage continued, her magic covering the length as well and teasing at it to elicit more noise from her chosen consort. He was already breathing quite heavily with lidded eyes at her rather simple ministrations and it was amusing her greatly. It was almost new in a way, having been such an age since the last she'd had another with her, but one that she wanted to be with considerably, and one that greatly appreciated her in kind. With all that had been gifted to her and was still being actively contributed, she felt the urge to reciprocate.

It made her want to do something special.

She had just the thing in mind. She'd never done it, though the idea had popped into her head on occasion throughout the years, with nary the chance to act upon the desire. Well, now she had a willing participant and most certainly possessed the burning urge, especially given that her massaging had brought forth quite a formidable opponent.

Her consort's member was fully erect now, and while it may have been some time since she'd laid eyes upon one, this was of considerable size. It belied his small stature and she had to smile at that, how many had perhaps looked him over and missed this weapon in their haste to dismiss him as insignificant?

As if sensing her intent, his breath hitched as her magic gently squeezed and she flashed him a smile as she settled down to get comfortable on the strange bed. It was odd not being confined, she felt very exposed to everything around her, but she might see the appeal of that to a certain degree as it seemingly heightened her senses. She moved her mouth closer to the thick mast of flesh in front of her, her sinuous tongue pushing out again as his natural scent mixed with that fruity smell was growing heavier, she tasted it as her tongue gently trailed up the side of his member and he breathed out in pleasure at the unfamiliar sensation.

She breathed in as she dragged her tongue up its length, his scent, arousal, love, and lust all combining into the most delectable pool of sensations that she absorbed with a growing hunger, as the specific mix of adoration from him made that volatile combination of love and lust that was so potent to her, it was beginning to make her extremely love-drunk.

Her hot mouth encompassed his tip, wet and slippery she experimentally pushed down and engulfed his shaft too, gently teasing with her fangs to the gentlest of degrees to make him quiver, moving down to the ringed bump at the centre while her tongue lashed all around the length and tasted him in excess. Her senses were likely on fire as much as his were, as he was shivering in absolute delight and making noises she was certain a male shouldn't be making, however she quite enjoyed such a different male. She pushed lower and took in more of his member and his gifted essence, his smell invading her as she felt her snout bump against his base, while her tongue lapped around anywhere it could reach.

He moaned as she continued to keep his entire length in her throat, the muscles contracting as she sucked and bobbed, her tongue gradually moving out to run over those nice orbs as well as she did have a remarkably long appendage, slowly tucking around and playing with them too, caressing them gently as they were fragile. This was much more hooves on than magic and far more enjoyable, far more involved. She felt him pulse and twitch inside her mouth and his orbs equally clench as he writhed, and with his rising tide of emotions being driven through the ceiling she knew what was going to happen soon enough if she continued her heavy ministrations. She was quite certain that the whole affair was meant to last a great deal longer, but this outcome was acceptable too, as they could move on to greater things.

She drew her tongue back in so that she could keep it coiled around his shaft, moving it up and down in tandem with her head and greatly increasing her pace. She already tasted that cloying lust-laden sap that leaked before the main prize, and it was positively euphoric. His sounds increased as she hummed in contentment from the sheer amount of essence he was outputting, to the point where she wondered if her subjects might even sense it this far from any of the main chambers.

She released her own deep moan of sudden nerve-wracking pleasure and even felt herself wink as he loudly cried out in pure bliss, the high level of everything emotional already pouring out of him going one level higher as she felt him burst inside her throat, his high-pitched moans fluctuating in degree as he jettisoned his delectable lust-filled seed into her gullet. She pulled back slightly so she could feel the erratic throb of his shaft within her mouth and properly taste that liquid lust, rolling her tongue around the tip and soaking it up as he continued to gasp and fill her mouth with his thick emission.

His adorable noises slowly subsided as his length waned in its rhythmic pulsing, panting as she felt the heavy amount of liquid within her mouth. She sucked as she drew back, lavishing his member with her fleshy tongue as she went to take every bit she could, until she released his softening length with a gentle pop and rolled the lewd mixture around to savour it before swallowing.

She was so completely love-drunk.

She giggled warmly as she turned her head and regarded her consort, not even caring that she'd giggled as a Queen, and thankfully he didn't seem to notice the oddity of it as he simply lay there against the silk she'd made, breathing heavily in utter satisfaction. She used her magic to hold his length again, making him jump at the sensation as he was still in a heightened state of sensitivity, and carefully teased at it just to watch him squirm and make those cute noises some more, causing feelings of pleasure-pain that his addled mind was torn between enjoying and being overwhelmed by.

"Was that to your liking, Lamb?" She cooed in a low sultry tone, moving closer to his face again and connecting their lips in another deep kiss. She pulled back after she'd stolen away all the air from his lungs again with an impish smirk across her features. "I found it incredibly enjoyable, but there's still more to be done."

"I-I'm fine with that..." He said breathlessly, panting as she idly stroked his member, basking in the haze of his adoration essence.

She chuckled in good humour. With the absurd level of energy he'd output into her through his adoration she was feeling extremely powerful. She even felt like she might be literally glowing with radiance. She still had that very deep itch within her however, a burning need that could not be quelled without his assistance, and he was quite well equipped in order to do that.

As much as she could release a potent scent to arouse him and cut short the gap between recovery, she had something far better in mind. A rather lovely side-effect of being so grossly empowered with love was the interesting property of accumulating additional mass, to which she'd filled out quite nicely. Her consort actually knitted his brow in slight confusion, as through his rapidly clearing mind he noticed this small detail as well.

"Have... have you gotten bigger?" He said in wonder, his eyes going over her haunches and thighs with great interest. Apparently he was quite taken with that notion, which was just as well for what she had planned. "Your holes are gone too."

"Indeed, Lamb." She smiled, holding up a hoof free of degradation and marvelling at the smoothness of it. "When changelings lack energy and love, we begin to wither as our bodies consume themselves to keep us alive, yet when we are given an abundance in excess..."

She smirked as she cast a glance over her newly blessed haunches and backside, gracefully lifting a shapely hindleg to admire her greatly amplified voluptuous form. She shifted and sat herself up, a little unevenly as she was so unused to being wonderfully well fed and proportioned, grinning at the pleasant change.

"As you can see, we are made even better by those that willingly give us sustenance." She chuckled contentedly while watching his eyes appreciate her increased beauty. He had already found her beautiful, so now he must have found her positively irresistible. "It has been a very long time since I felt so healthy, so I thank you for that."

"No problem..." He replied with a slight smile, wiggling around to get up before she pressed a hoof on his chest and pushed him back down with a grin, and he didn't fight it. "Okay then."

"Good boy." She purred affectionately, getting to her hooves for a moment and turning herself around to give him that spectacular view she'd been teasing him with once more, but this time she didn't hide anything with her tail, instead lifting and presenting herself. She heard his breath hitch in awe upon the divine sight and felt his heartbeat pick up again amidst an outpour of that honeyed essence. "Now, something that requires your attention before the main event..."

She bore her marehood, anus, and modest teats to him with a heavily embarrassed blush, highly suspecting that they had all become far puffier with the advent of his emotional output empowering her, though she was too aroused at this point in time to give it much care. She might have been teasing him before, however this was simply indecent of her, yet even so what she wished for was not something she'd gotten to do because of both such time having passed between having personal company, and having a willing other to perform. That she had a consort that was so adoring meant she knew he would also try his best for her, and that drove her almost mad with need, she could feel her loins were engorged with arousal as her clitoris kept winking out sporadically.

It was rather wonderful that his anticipation only spiked massively as she lowered herself onto his face. She felt warmth spread through her, and sparks danced as she winked again at the same time that he eagerly pushed his tongue out to meet her, her nethers making contact as her enlarged backside came to rest on his head and her teats brushed his chest. She jostled and shivered with elation at the touch, her wings fluttering as her consort immediately did as he was bid and sought to bring her to climax.

She couldn't truly help the small moans she was making, nor did she particularly want to, as a Queen should not feel ashamed of enjoying herself in the privacy of her own chamber. She pushed back and gyrated herself against his mouth while he worked determinedly to please her, and even with his clumsy lashing he was not terrible at it. Pleasure spiked whenever she winked and he caught the thickset fleshy nub, lavishing it with his tongue while keeping it securely between his lips, before it darted back inside her to escape him.

But he was an eager explorer, she felt an overwhelming curiosity from him within the myriad of emotions surrounding them. He'd never been with a mare and she was allowing him to do things he'd only dreamed of. His tongue dragged at her inner self and stroked up and down, eliciting quiet moans from her as the muscle tried to push deeper and succeeded, and she gasped in surprise as the organ then deemed its attentions necessary upon her exit, her consort managing to reposition her just so in order to run his tongue across the protruding ring of puffy flesh.

She felt her face burn with indignation at the action but found she could not bring herself to halt him as his tongue danced and played, as the intense jolts of lightning it shot through her along with the sheer level of essence he was boasting from being allowed to do it were clouding her mind as he moved between the right hole and the wrong one. He wasn't doing it on purpose, he was just rather curious; satisfaction rolled off of him from tasting her, the clean feminine arousal of her marehood and the muted plainness of her anus both simply were things to enjoy in his mind. It was an even sharper intake of air that filled her lungs when his tongue probed and sought to pierce the muscular ring in the same manner as her entrance that she shuddered, extremely embarrassed as she audibly gasped in pleasure, that of which betrayed her true mind to such treatment.

Of course he took it as approval, and redoubled his efforts, and she simply couldn't muster the words that would stop him. She was having a constant assault waged upon her both mentally and physically from being shown affection in a very strange place, and when his tongue pushed through she thought she might faint. Instead she cried out in a low, almost guttural moan that was incredibly unbecoming of a Queen and felt herself wink hard. She had heard a saying once upon a time from overhearing pony conversations that Nature's lightning was not meant to strike twice in a single location, and she couldn't really relate that saying perfectly to her situation because there was a constant flow of lightning dancing through her, but her hazy mind was certainly trying to find some kind of relation as she found her inner muscles contracting in an intensive orgasm. He capitalised on her throes of euphoria by once again assaulting her clitoris as it continuously winked out of her, his tongue dashing between the engorged nub and her puffy anus in quick succession.

Chrysalis felt herself heavily sag forwards and her wings refuse to corporate with her other than twitching madly, as her consort took the opportunity to take the reins and push her down, until she was rather bizarrely laying with her back end in the air and her face resting into the silken duvet, and it was actually quite comfortable. Normally she imagined she would be rather cross about this highly irregular state of affairs, however with a foggy mind flooded with pleasure and her consorts constant waves of adoration, she really wasn't too bothered at the minute.

Especially since he was doing the whole sordid thing all over again, and this time he was moving his head between her hindlegs and giving her enlarged teats some attention as well. Oh, she was in a positively divine place right now. She honestly couldn't think very straight beyond perhaps wondering why she hadn't ventured outside to hunt in so many years if this is what ponies were predisposed to acting like now, although if she had then she certainly wouldn't have encountered this brave little consort of hers, would she?

After what was perhaps her eighth orgasm from his relentless onslaught of racing between her marehood, anus, teats, massaging her teats as he sucked upon her clitoris, or even massaging her clitoris while pleasuring her anus rather much like he was trying to messily tongue kiss her; she had the thought that such a wonderful consort really did deserve a name when he went to such lengths to ensure her bliss. However she simply couldn't enunciate that through all of the noise she was making, and, oh dear, all that sound was coming from her now wasn't it? She should probably do something about that.

As her deeply satisfied moans petered out and the sparks in her head settled down, kept alive like embers being thrown another piece of wood as he suckled on her large clitoris and shot waves of warmth through her belly and up her spine, she managed to find her voice.

With how he was seeing to her, it did take her a moment to actually use it.

"S-stop now, Lamb." She murmured languidly into the silk she'd apparently soaked lightly with her drool, getting her hooves underneath her and settling into a position that at least promised the beginnings of trying to get up as he obeyed her command and finally relented. "O-oh good... I can... function now."

Not exactly, her mind was still stuck in a dense cloud of tumultuous sexual and emotional energy, though it was clearing as she finally, slowly came down from her blissful high. She felt off-balance when she did soon succeed in righting herself up onto her haunches, still feeling incredibly tingly all over as she realised her lower half had gained a very fractional increase again. There was a certain limit to how far her curves went, thankfully; she wouldn't want to end up blocking entrances into chambers from having hips or thighs that went on forever.

"That was a very lovely experience." She nodded gently, trying to regain some small sense of decorum befitting herself and attempting to suppress her shakes. She looked at him where he'd fallen back into laying down and did her best not to imagine sitting on his cute face that was soaked in her juices yet again, but she really wanted to.

"I-I wish I could do that every day..." He murmured at the ceiling as his eyes closed with a content, if subtle smile. She could feel his heart beat away at a steady pace.

"A-ha! I might just let you." She chuckled with a wide grin, running her gaze over his prone form as he lay back. He was perfectly and utterly relaxed, entirely content with being in her Hive, it didn't even register. There was no fear at all, not like there had been in the forest. "You know... I've been thinking you need a name."

He jerked his head up at that, regarding her with a confused laugh.

"I do have one." He stated, a little bemused at her words, there was the beginnings of a smirk tugging at the edges of his muzzle as if he was very entertained by what she'd said. "Ponies all have names, strangely enough."

"I am well aware, Lamb." She cooed, lifting a hoof and tapping him on his snout as he got rather cocky, meeting his pretty eyes. "I do like calling you 'Lamb' though, as you are my prey after all, but it is not anything more than a pet name at this juncture."

"My name is Pale Dew." He smiled gently, slowly pushing himself up onto his haunches and keeping his eyes level with hers, she could feel he was pleased at the prospect of an almost simple exchange of words. "W-what should I call you? I was going to go with 'Queen' though... that's a title, not a name."

"Well I am a Queen, of course." She grinned, gesturing to herself with a hoof with only a minimum amount of flourish, relaxing again and chuckling. "But I shall allow you to call me Chrysalis."

"Queen Chrysalis." He nodded almost breathlessly, running his gaze over her as he drank her in with admiration. She was very fond of just how smitten he was with her. "It suits you."

"Indeed it does. Now..." She smirked at him with a spark in her eyes as she laid herself down and shifted so she was laying on her back, glancing at him to one side as she spread her legs. It felt far less embarrassing to present herself a second time, thankfully. "Pale Dew... I would obviously take complete control, however you have rendered me quite slothful with all the energy you have been pushing out. And if I am being honest, I simply wish to lay here and relax, so... enjoy yourself."

"Oh... Alright, I can... do that?" He blinked, a little unsteady at simply being given free reign. Where was that little burst of courage he'd had just a few moments ago when he'd passionately serviced her? She needed to work on him, hence why she was relieving command of the situation for just this reason, he could be taught. Naturally he was very excited by the idea, but he was simply unsure. "I'll uh... yeah."

She watched, quite amused as he shuffled forwards as his anticipation at what she was allowing him only mounted. His member had already poked free and started to harden again before he'd come close, just the sight of her after his grace period had ended was enough to bring him to bear. He couldn't take his eyes off her enlarged teats though, and just as before, slowly started to gently massage them. It was apparently something that calmed his already rapidly beating heart, and his enjoyment of it was making the room become heavy with his essence again. She was thankful she could take in all of this excess.

She hummed in contentment as he worked her over, and felt the well of expectancy building within her as he moved into the right position. He was somewhat standing over her, but with her body being a great deal bigger than his he ended up resting himself just before her chest, her generous teats below squishing against him as a sudden spark travelled through her, feeling the tip of his sizable member teasing her damp entrance. She winked in response to it, the action causing both sexual organs to touch upon one another briefly, only spurring both of their needs to be one flesh.

His excitement rose as he pushed, her own delight audible as she gasped and smiled at his adorable face. Then they both exhaled in deep gratification as his tip popped inside her with a quick thrust, his length already being swallowed up to his ring as her body so very happily welcomed him. He shuddered and moaned lowly into the soft chitin of her chest, almost collapsing from the sensory feedback, yet caught himself and held there for a few precious moments to enjoy the wet warmth of her tight tunnel contracting around him.

"Yeeessss..." She hissed out as she felt her eyes flutter, breathing in and resting her hooves against the sides of his barrel, slightly awkward in practice though uncared for as he continued to move. "Keep going, Lamb."

He might have had a name, but she really preferred the pet one.

He pushed himself deeper to feel more of her surrounding his length and her pulsing depths were all too accommodating, engulfing his member in a hot satiny tightness until he couldn't move into her anymore. She felt so very full, and it was like being complete. He let himself hold again for a blissful moment before resuming, a tremour racking through her as he gently removed himself and eased back in, a slow pace to this newfound experience. He was simply taking his time with this wonderfully momentous occasion, and that suited her just fine; she wanted this to last as well.

Her body's inner muscles wanted him desperately though, they dragged, pulled, teased, and fought back against every attempt he made to leave her, as if losing him would mean he'd never come back into her pink passage. She released a throaty moan when his pace slowly began to increase as he relaxed into his beloved task. His head was awash with emotions of everything that was going on, his almost burning need to mate with her was bordering on instinctual, but it didn't stop his essence of love and lust reaching almost entirely new highs. She was practically blinded in a sense, as he was so enamoured with her that what he felt breached the threshold of honest true love, and the lust was so innocent in its purity she wondered if it could even be called that at all.

What if it was just pure unbridled love?

It made her heart race, and she was going to savour every last drop she was given. It was a bit wobbly, but she craned her neck up ─or down?─ to meet his flushed face in a kiss, attacking his mouth with her soft lips and wresting his tongue with her far more powerful muscle. He was all too happy to accept the kissing again, plunging into her while engaged with her mouth lighting up his mind in an even brighter display of affection. She wondered if what they were doing could be considered being called making love, as that was what it felt like, his euphoria absolutely overwhelming all senses of her being with nothing but his love.

And she might be a creature that fed off of love, yet it didn't mean she wasn't capable of feeling affection too, she was certainly rather fond of him. While not on quite the same level as what he was feeling, she naturally recognised that she did not want her Lamb to go anywhere anytime soon, and if that wasn't her own brand of affection then she wasn't sure what could possibly constitute it. She felt being possessive to a certain degree meant at least a middling level of attachment.

They were both panting and moaning in their heavy pleasure through the closeness of their kissing, she couldn't help to exhale a little loudly whenever he rammed into her and his body mashed against her teats, taut belly, and just below her chest, as much from the air being coaxed from her as it was simply her mind reacting to the satisfying act that was currently happening. Her arousal and likely his own was only spurred on by the lewdly wet noises coming from their coupling, her marehood making almost obscene sucking sounds amidst their fevered utterances.

She cried out in a rather undignified manner as her muscles violently contracted around his member, ushered along by another ecstatic orgasm that sent her mind reeling from the intensity of it. She pushed her hips up to meet him as he pounded away at her, barely allowing him to retreat from inside her as she rode out her pleasure through a low comely whine as he surged, lurching as he pushed again harder and faster. She realised that may have just really drove him into his final stretch, but was happy nonetheless as his emotions burst forth again in a vivid haze.

His thrusting grew more erratic and uneven as she felt his mind rise in commotion, his breathing was deepening and he'd detached from her lips to focus entirely on his penetrating efforts, slowly easing himself against the bottom of her passage and above as he pushed in, deliberately feeling every bump and fold he could as he dragged free. She could tell and appreciate that he was really attempting to pace it as best he could; he wanted to have this, his first ever joining with a mare, last as long as equinely possible. He was utterly in a haven of his own and she was adoring how his eyes fluttered, trying not to chuckle through her moaning as the wet sounds only stacked in intensity, and try as he might there wasn't any holding it off any longer.

With what was possibly the most male-like sound he'd managed to make so far, he forced himself deep and rest his head against her chest with a loud cry of ecstasy, and she felt him violently shudder and moan as her soft walls tightened. Her small cries joined him and rose an octave higher as she physically felt him flare within her, while her marehood greedily sucked him in and milked his length for all that could be wrung as she also readily sensed spurt after spurt of his hot ejaculate fill her passage. He kept up his thrusting through the oversensitivity period heedless of the lightning that would overwhelm his senses, pushing his emission deeper into her depths as he continued releasing more, likely into the best place it could rest.

He soon collapsed atop her and she happily coddled him as his hips gently pounded away through his moaning, her thighs squeezing around his plush rump in an attempt to force him as far inside as possible, until his thrusts began to abate and his moans turned into gentle whines into her silky chitin. His mind was glowing with pure love and he was lost in a storm that was being slowly waded through, as his blissful orgasm calmed so did the maelstrom, until he was quietly panting against her warm slick body and she could feel warmth begin to seep out of her from around his member.

He mumbled something into her chest that she couldn't quite hear.

"Hm?" She wondered with a smile, prodding him.

"Thawas'mazin..." He mumbled again a little clearer.

"Oh, indeed, Lamb." She mused, quite gratified and fulfilled. He'd worked her in and again until he'd reached his peak, filling her with both his stallionhood and his seed, but not before giving her plenty of attention and literal love, and she was well over her fill. Her itch was well and thoroughly scratched. "I do hope it was everything you hoped it might be, it is not everyday that I am gifted such precious unspoiled fruit."

"Mmfruitnow?" He murmured with a dopey smile, his clear elation from a mind-blowing orgasm clearly doing wonders. "Orlamb?"

"I am sure I will think of other names for you in time." She chuckled.

"Thasgood..." He gave a sleepy nod, smiling. "G'nightChryssi."

She ignited her horn and surrounded the silk duvet beneath them within her corona, whipping it out from under them and working a little magic to clean it of any liquids, before repositioning their bodies so they were comfortably on their sides. He was still inside of her for the time being and she was rather happy to leave it that way, snuggling him close as she draped the silk over them both in a way that left their upper bodies free. It was odd, but admittedly very pleasant. Maybe there were a few things ponies did well.

"I will see you when you wake, Lamb." She whispered to him.

Chrysalis sighed happily with her relaxed mind and body. She hadn't expected today's events, nor even considered it a slight possibility, yet all the same she had a consort again, and this time they were no idle lust harvest to be foisted off back into the wild when her reserves were full. To be truly loved was seldom something a changeling received, and considering the emotions pouring off her Lamb she'd say she fell within that area, though that it could still even happen amazed her beyond any spoken words she could muster.

She was perfectly happy with the outcome of her hunt.

Author's Note

I feel the quality of this chapter wasn't quite upto the first.
But it is what it is, hopefully it was an enjoyable read nonetheless.