Being a King was lonely sometimes. It was a sad truth that most of your subjects were not able to see the bigger picture, greed twisted their hearts and made a lot of them selfish. Sombra understood that he could not make everyone happy, a lot of his subjects seemed to want nothing more then to see his head decorating a pike.
They were quick to judge him for the mistakes he had made, for forcing criminals into working down the crystal mines, for forcing men of a certain age into a military draft. Right now he was trying to just relax and pull his mind away from such dark thoughts, focusing on his work out.
His powerful muscles flexed as he curled the dumbbell into his chest, then extended his arm outwards and repeated it with the other arm. His muscles and fingers were aching. It had been a fairly long work out. His worries and concerns just hadn’t left him alone, no matter how much he tried to bury himself in his exercise.
The gray furred stallion stared down at his fingers as he slowly flexed them one by one, curling and stretching them to make sure that he had not overworked himself in any way. The ache, that damned ache. It took him back to a time long passed, a pickaxe clutched tightly in his bitterly cold fingers as he broke apart the frozen ground.
To this day, the full sensation hadn’t returned to his hands. The worst part had always been after his shift was up and he got to have a bath to warm his fingers up. A lot of people working down in the mines today had never needed to know the pain of thawing their hands and frozen forms out with warm water.
Those criminals got it easier then he ever had, and they still had the audacity to complain about it. To say it wasn’t fair, or that it was not humane.
They didn’t know what they were talking about. He gently took a step back and let out a soft sigh. His therapy book had told him that lingering on bad thoughts was a bad idea, and if he didn’t feel like he could deal with them, then it was best to push them off for another time.
The gym wasn’t a fancy affair, little more then a few weight racks, mats and exercise equipment he hardly ever used. He was an incredibly old fashioned person, his muscles and fitness had been forged from a life time of hardships, and he only really worked out for the stress relief and to maintain his figure.
He allowed himself a moment to gaze into the full length mirror set into one of the walls. Sombra was looking fantastic as always. A set of trainers and a pair of plain black shorts was all he was wearing, (Well, that and a pair of brightly clouredd stripy socks that had pictures of puppies on them, but he tried not to draw attention to those. He always had to dress formal as a king, but it was impossible not to allow himself a moment of weakness once in a while.) and his gray furred form was, as the peasants would put it “Shredded beyond belief, yo.”
A pair of powerful, muscled legs led up to a six pack and a pair of pecks that looked like they were firm enough to be able to stop a bladed weapon. His eyes had a light green tint to them, corruption from dark magic he had wielded in defense of his kingdom.
His pitch black hair spilled out and flowed behind him, reaching down to his shoulders, silky and black, perfect for resting a crown atop. His eyes were a deep shade of crimson, with slits down the middle of them. Really, he did look like a tyrant, he could understand why it was that people didn’t trust him upon first meeting him, and why it was that a lot of people assumed he was evil.
Hypocrites, judging him for the way he looked while preaching friendship and magic.
It was his day off, he had spent the entire week trying to improve his kingdom and make it better for his subjects, and today it was in the hands of his royal advisors.
Right now he was trying to think about any of that, he was just trying to enjoy his day off and think about himself.
With his workout for the day done, he pulled on a crimson cloak made out of fine velvet, with white fur edging. It felt fantastic against his bare flesh.
Six days a week, twelve months of the year, he wore the finest silk clothing and horribly complicated suits that took far too long to pull on and then even longer to take off if he needed the bathroom.
It was all part of the job, but on his day off he just wanted to let his skin breathe, feel the cold air against his bare flesh. The cold was like an old friend to him, and he strolled confidently down the halls of his castle, the guards paying him no mind as they carried out their silent vigils.
He made his way over to his bedroom, where a single guard was stationed off to the side. The door to his bedroom, much like a lot of things in his castle, was a grand statement of power and function, worked metal depicting a scene of the castle itself, towering, imposing.
He pushed the door open. Beyond, the cold, formal and functional designs gave way to comfort and warmth, someone had already warmed up his bedroom and gotten it ready for him.
Dozens of bright crimson candles in chandeliers and candilabiress were sending a warm yellow light around the room in a comforting fashion. There was a closed log fireplace against the far wall, filling the room with warmth.
The warmth felt good. His bedroom was lavishly designed, filled with all the home comforts one could ever need, although it never passed into the point of being snobbish.
The chimney for the log fire fed up into the roof, and across from it was the window. There was an oak door that led onto an en suite bathroom, along with some bedside tables and cabinets, but the fanciest piece of furniture by far was the massive king sized four poster bed.
It had red velvet sheets, the posts were made out of rich dark oak, and sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window into the snow beyond.
His castle was set on the edge of his kingdom, and his bedroom was facing away from it, so the only thing visible from out of his window was miles and miles of snowy wasteland. It was beautiful, a haunting reminder of where this kingdom had come from.
“It looks beautiful today, doesn’t it?” He said, moving forward towards the bed, slipping off his trainers as he pulled those brightly coloured socks off and bundled them up inside his trainers.
“It always looks beautiful, you just have to look at it in the right way,” The figure said. She had a massive pair of midnight black wings that spread out behind her slowly as she turned to face him.
A large purple horn sprouted from out of a chaotic, curled bundle of hair that was a mix of dark blue, pink and purple.
He moved over to sit down next to her and let out a soft chuckle. “Always was a fan of the melodramatic. How have you been my sweet Cinnamon Music?” He asked, giving her a gentle and affectionate pat on the back.
“I’ve been doing very well, are you going to be taking a shower?”
“Why, does my smell offend you?” He asked, a cheeky smile on his face that bordered on mocking.
The mare returned the smile, her mouth filled with pearly white teeth that led into two massive fangs.
“Not at all, but you have ben in the gym for the past two hours, and I think taking a shower would be a good idea for you.”
Sombra gave a soft laugh, pressing forward and attempting to nuzzle into her neck, sniffing her softly. Cinnamon smelled floral, a mix of several different flowers and plants that gave him a giddy feeling.
“Hmm, you smell like you could use a shower too.” He lied.
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The two of them retreated to the en suite bathroom, which was all white tiles with a textured bath mat shaped like a snowflake. The bath itself was a large glass cubical with a textured rubber mat in the bottom of it.
Both of them stood in that cubical as the warm water cascaded over them. His flesh felt it was getting frostburn, it wasn’t real, but it felt real, his fingers curling as he leaned against the wall of the shower and let out a soft gasp as he tried to steady himself.
Cinnamon hugged him close, her flesh was warm and soft, not hardened by calluses or intense labour, and yet she had been through hell, just like him.
He remembered finding her, out in the snow, frozen within a giant pillar of ice, frozen in time with a terrifying snarl on her face.
Thawing her out of that magic prison, bringing her here, getting her up to speed. He had thought it impossible, nobody could lose everything they loved, get imprisoned for hundreds of years, and then pulling herself together?
Yet here she was. He pressed against her, pushing his back into her breasts with a soft sigh as she hugged tightly around him, those large leathery wings wrapping about the both of them.
The burning stopped, and he gave her a soft smile as he gently pulled away from her, reaching out to one of the shelves as he begin to wash himself using a sponge and a shampoo that had a powerful masculine aroma to it.
He worked the sponge into his fur, working it down to his muscles. It felt good, and he moved it down to his six-pack, scrubbing every inch of his body.
The two of them didn’t bother with anything sensual, they washed themselves, bubbles and warm water cascading over them both as the shared the wide spread of water between themselves.
Cinnamon’s form was as perfect as always, perky D cup breasts complimented perfectly by her feminine frame, a six pack and powerful musclier arms, She was by no means some delicate women that needed him to protect her.
Her powerful wings spread out behind her once more as she worked a specially made wing oil into the leathery surface. A soft smile spread across her face as she arched her back and kept working that sponge into her body, scrubbing herself clean in a ritualistic motion that looked like it bought a lot of joy to her.
“Sombra my king, your spire is standing to attention.”
A blush suddenly painted his cheeks as he stared down at his groin, having failed to notice that his member was standing to attention, watching her wash herself in such a fashion had really got him worked up.
He begin to gently wash over his groin as another devious grin spread across his face. “Mnn, I’m not sorry. Watching you always gets me worked up, my dear concubine.”
The bat gave him a massive fanged grin in response and was suddenly upon him in an instant, her fangs nibbling against his neck as he was pinning against the back wall of the shower, her fanged maw moving up to lock around his maw.
He was suddenly forced into a deep, passionate kiss by the bat, but it didn’t phase him in the slightest, and if anything his grin only seemed to grow larger as her tongue forced into his maw and begin to hungrily explore it.
A fierce, domineering look blazed from out of his crimson eyes as he pushed her against the back wall of the shower as she pulled away from the kiss and instead chose to lock her mouth around his neck. He felt her fangs rub against the surface of his neck, which made him groan softly as he kept attempting to work his fingers into the surface of her wings.
She groaned in pleasure and pressed against him as the hot water washed over them, her breasts rubbing against his powerful chest. His member was fully to attention and throbbing between his legs at this point, and he reached his powerful hands down to pin her against the wall.
“Mnn, mind if I plough you senseless against the wall of this fine shower?” Sombra said in a matter of fact fashion that drew a soft giggle from Cinnamon.
“I don’t see why not.”
And with that, he suddenly lifted her against the wall, her powerful legs suddenly wrapping around his waist and pulling him close as he teased his member against her snatch, groaning out in pleasure as he teased her folds with every intent of laying claim to them.
Her wings flapped behind her and beat against the wall as he slowly pushed his member forward into her, her folds gripping tightly around the head of his shaft, desperately trying to pull it deeper as a throaty groan of pleasure escaped his lips, before he pushed his hips forward roughly.
Sombra was careful not to hurt her, but his body was forged with a tough layer of muscles that added power to each of his motions, and allowed him to thrust his member forward with a considerable amount of force as his hands gripped her tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh in a possessive fashion as his cock ploughed forth into her, not coming to a stop until it was hilted firmly inside of her, his balls smacking against her rear with enough force that it was likely painful.
The black furred unicorn didn’t show the slightest hint of pain if it was, leaning in close to her and giving a grin, “Careful not to break my shower with those wings of yours, my beautiful concubine.”
Cinnamon was currently experiencing a cascading failure that had taken out many of her brain functions, and now her nerve endings were sending sporadic signals to each of her limbs, causing them to twitch and flail as Sombra pinned her firmly back against the cold tiling of the shower wall.
Behind her, those large black wings were flapping wildly, knocking shampoo bottles and other objects to the floor with a noisy clatter that was only partly drowned out by the sound of the water raining down upon them.
His thrusting worked itself into a smooth motion, his musclier pelvis smacking against rear with each of the powerful thrusts as he rammed his throbbing cock in and out of her with the gusto of a man driven mad with passion. The sound of smacking filled the small cubical as she was pinned against the wall.
At this point most stallions would be getting tired. Cinnamon wasn’t a very heavy mare by any standard, but she still weighed enough that most stallions wouldn’t be able to lift her for long, and yet Sombra didn’t seem to be showing the slightest hint of slowing.
Sombra’s member was rubbing at every inch of her insides, and the experienced stallion was doing his best to angle it down towards her g-spot, where it would rub most effectively against the slightly textured area that signalled where she kept most of the nerve endings within her snatch.
He was one for showing off as well, and as he ploughed into her, he reached one of his arms forward and wrapped it around her middle, giving her support as he used one hand to lift her and reached the other down to rub at her clit.
At this point her brain was going haywire, each time they had sex she was sure he would not be able to match the heights of passion and pleasure again, and then the next time they did it, it seemed as though he had only gotten better.
A cry of pleasure filled the air and it took her far to long to realize it was her that was screaming, her mind so overcome with pleasure that it was all she could do, eyes staring up at him passionately as she wrapped both her arms around his neck.
Sombra really went to town, his cock slamming in and out of her, the sound of smacking filled the air as her fingers curled against his shoulder blades. At this point, Sombra was leaking pre inside of her, she couldn’t tell exactly how long they had been going at it, but her wings had made a mess of the shelving arrangement.
Suddenly she found herself on the floor of the shower, water hammering down onto her breasts as the unicorn laid her across the floor and poured everything he was able into hammering her as deep as possible. Her feet were placed either side of his shoulders, and his thrusting had actually become more gentle, but hadn’t lost any of the gusto behind them.
The stallion grit his teeth, grunting out a warning that he was about to hose down her insides with his fertile stallion seed, but her brain wasn’t able to decode it in time, at least not until he thrust into her one final time, his cock throbbing frantically before it begin to fire off rope after rope of that thick, fertile cum straight into her insides.
Normally it would not be possible to feel such things, but her body was at a cooler temperature then his, and she felt every single rope as it was dumped deep inside of her, deposited straight into her womb as Sombra seemed to do everything in his power to give her a child.
As was normally the case, she was sent to new heights of bliss, but it wasn’t quite enough to send her teetering over the edge. Being a more experienced partner, Sombra reached down as he came deep inside of her, rubbing her clit between his fingers and-
Everything beyond that point was lost to Cinnamon, a howling noise filled the air as she writhed wildly against the floor, splashing water everywhere. To her hypersensitive body, trapped in that single moment of bliss, every single one of those water droplets raining down upon her was an experience beyond words.
For a single moment that seemed to stretch on forever, she was lost, drowning and surrendering herself to a sea of bliss, and when she finally came up, when her orgasm had finally wound down enough that she was able to think and function once more, every single one of her muscles felt like butter, her limbs feeling like they were weighed down with lead weights.
Sombra was lay atop her, cuddled protectively over the top of her frame as he panted softly, recovering from his orgasm with that member buried firmly inside of her, even though at this point it had softened up. She could feel his cum leaking out of her, and his powerful hands were rubbing up and down her back.
“Ah… How was that, are you feeling OK?”
“Better then ever my King.”
“Ah… Good. I’ll get up and make food and coffee in a moment… Just give me… A bit.”
With that, the two of them were left there, basking in their afterglow and enjoying the perfect moment.
