Royal Delights

by Bunnibaddles

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Porn, Sex
Length: 6229

Shameless smut of two characters

Set in the medivival era before Celestia's rule and the unionization of the three pony races. I really just wanted an excuse to write out an idea that had been rolling around in my head.

Published 2022-12-23 02:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-12-23 02:10:01 UTC

From beginings to ends

“That is all I require from you today.” Lunar Rose waved off her butler as he gave her a bow and sat in his usual place by the door. The all gray stallion letting out a weary sigh. She understood the strain of the day, the hard work of rearranging the palace’s budget to accommodate the new guard towers and supplies for the nearby cities' local farmers was no easy task, let alone with just the two of them at helm of it all. Silence blanketed the castle, it seemed unusually dark out. There were no torches or candles lit in any room she could see from her windows and no idle chatter in the hallways. Glancing over to her butler once more, she spoke, “That is truly all I need Mercury. You may return to your quarters, I feel ill this evening. I wouldn’t want you to catch cold.” Surprise crossed the old stallion's face, as he caught the sight of the window he offered no protest. Her most loyal servant knew what this kind of order meant. His occupation was made of the queen’s lifetime, he was to never leave her side even in her most fragile of states. He stood and gave her a solum bow, gritting his teeth together. This order had been long awaited by the both of them, and the day had finally come to pass. It stung evermore that she was kind enough to dismiss him before the expected arrival of her demise.

“It has been an honor serving you my queen. I hope you feel well in the morning.” His voice betrayed him and he didn't dare look at her. He couldn't bear to witness the acceptance of what was to come across her face. He had seen it once before, not again. He made his way out the door, leaving her with his final goodbye and well wishes. As the door closed shut behind him she waited a few moments, even holding her breath in order to listen carefully. Truly, after Mercury's retreat, there were none of the sounds she had grown so used to. No guards outside her chambers, no maids walking the hallways, no one to hear anything that was to happen next. Perfection, there was no one to interrupt them. Slowly, she stood, making her way over to her mirror in the eerie quiet, sitting on her stool in front of the lavish dresser and taking her wavy, lavender mane down from its bun. She noted the streaks of gray that had made their way into the once soft color that made the king of her castle blush, her purple eyes that had their flecks of amber, and her once seemingly shimmering coat now dulled in its tone. Her light makeup that she used this morning didn't do much in covering how weary and tired she had looked lately. The flames of her candles within the room danced shadows across her walls and ceiling as they slowly one by one were extinguished. Keeping her attention on the mirror she slipped off the plush robe she was wearing and let it fall behind her.
“Will you hide there all day?” She asked the shadow that seemed to linger in the corner next to her wardrobe.

Keeping her eyes on the mirror she continued to go over her own features as the stallion she had been waiting for stepped out of the seemingly impossibly dark shadow. Magic, she had noticed that for some reason light wouldn't reach that corner of the room, just an all devouring void. She suspected that, for a while now, she hadn't been alone.
“You knew I was here?” amusement seemed to be painted on the stallion's face, a cocky grin on his lips. He was larger than the unicorns she had grown to know. A dark midnight mane that faded into a deep blue, a black coat, and eyes that donned the same color cobalt as his mane. He kept a muscular body trained in combat, she could see the faded scars of battle across his arms, shoulders, and broad chest in the moonlight. She studied him in the mirror’s reflection for a moment, if she hadn’t known about he existance of unicorn magic she doubted she’d have been able to see the difference in shadows. Her mouth had settled into a small amused grin as she glanced at his hooves, he had taken the time to clean them before entering her room. She had been expecting his arrival, treating his presence as if she had invited one of her friend’s over for tea. “I thought I had hidden myself rather thoroughly.” He returned the pleasant expression, his demeanor calm and collected despite what he was there to do.

“I am not the first queen of this region, I was his mistress once. The king now has his eyes on a new prize and I..” she paused for a moment, a certain sadness taking over the mirror for a moment as her hoof gently touched her cheek, “,no longer have the beauty I once did. Might I know the name of the stallion that is to take my life tonight?” Turning around to face him properly she looked into those alluring blue eyes of his, the color and focus of them seemed to draw her in, and made her feel as if she were his center of attention. He smiled and shook his head, he was a cautious stallion, intelligent and methodological, she was lucky he even granted talking to her. “I see..would you honor a last request?” She thought she may push her luck, just a little.

He let out a quiet chuckle, amused by the constant questions of someone so close to death, most of his victims just panic, try to bribe him, or when all else failed, would beg for mercy. The queen, however, seemed as calm as ever,
“For you my queen? Absolutely.” In a dramatic sway he kept her eye contact and made a mocking bow. She knew the insult well, a queen of a small inherited country, often looked down upon by other lines of nobility that were bound to their duty by noble blood. Lunar brushed it off, keeping her calm demeanor, taking a deep breath she seemed a bit embarrassed by what she would say next. She looked down from his peircing eyes, and shifted on the stool she sat on, idly playing with her hair with one hoof.

“Would.. you grant me company in my bed tonight? I would like my last night to be a pleasant one.” She could feel her face heat up at her own words, things have been stressful, she was tired, and it had been years since she had indulged herself in any pleasure. These are the things she told herself as she looked at her position, she was asking for accompaniment from her assassin. She doubted he would even consider it, let alone agree. Buisness is buisness after all. He straightened up at her request, clearly surprised. He opened his mouth to say something, a grin spreading across his face, but seemed to reconsider, and cleared his throat.

“Doesn’t the king do such things for you?” The implication was there it hung with his question, she was simply happy that he hadn't called her a lecher forthwright. She didn't usually even think about her physical needs, normally putting the kingdom and king before herself, though tonight, she felt like the guest of honor.

“He prefers his concubines.” She kept her answer frank and honest, there was no need to waste his time with idle conversation, she was certain that he was a busy stallion. He seemed even more taken aback at such a matter-of-fact answer from a diplomat. His eyes traveled along her frame, realizing that she was prepared for such a request. The gown she wore was fairly thinner than what most nobles would wear, even to bed. It sported a plunging neckline, a large slit along her hindquarters, and he could see the outline of her teats and the lingerie they were wrapped in. She kept her eyes locked on his, watching his curious gaze as she coyly leaned back so he could get a better view.

“What a waste. The last heir was born ten years ago. Has it really been that long?” He made slow steps towards her, his horn glowing as he checked the surrounding area for traps, or ambushes. There were none, the castle was as quiet as the king had promised it would be, “I can’t imagine keeping my hooves to myself for that long. Not with an attractive mare such as yourself.” Perhaps she intended to poison him with her lipstick or some kind of balm she placed on her plot. He needed to think with his head, not just his dick. Even still he could feel his own excitement making itself obvious. It had been quite a bit since he’d indulged himself in anything but work. He leaned in close to her, the sweet, subtle scent of lavender and roses filling his senses. He grinned, almost touching her snout with his own and lowered his voice, “Would a royal queen really accept my company? A lowly common unicorn?” He expected her to attack him right then and there, he kept his body seemingly relaxed and open. He silently dared her to strike him so he could put her down swiftly, having dealt with many nobles who had tried the same tactic of seduction.

The closer he was, the more her heart beat, the knowledge that he could take her life at any momment filled her mind. Ironically, that fact seemed to excite her more, tonight she had no more responsibility; not to her king, nor her country. As close as he is she could smell him, the scent of earthy tones and dew was heavy on his coat, as if he had spent many nights camping outside or in the rain in order to get just the right position to sneak into her bedchambers. "Does that matter?" She tilted her head questioningly at him. He had a much more welcoming scent than the various colognes and perfumes of the nobles around the castle. She felt her body heating up, just him being as close as he was set her body on edge, she had never been so wanting before. His scent eventually mingled with the smell of his own arousal, and it made her lower body quiver with anticipation. Biting her lip she leaned her head on his shoulder, her mind muddled with the possibilities of what he could do to her. “Please,” the plea sounded a bit like a whimper, she felt him tense, not that she could see it, surprise crossed his face. His scent of arousal only seemed to grow stronger at the request, “Please, take me.” she knew it was unladylike of her, but it was her last night alive, she could do whatever she wanted. She wanted to be ravished, to feel needed, and loved one last time.

In a moment, she was looking up at the ceiling she had seen so many times throughout her life in the castle, her back resting comfortably in her plush mattress. Just as quickly, the sight of a handsome, hungry, stallion replaced the view above her, his cobalt blue eyes staring into hers and his horn aglow with the same color magic. He still couldn’t find any trace of poison on her body, nor ambush, nor weapon, was this request genuine? What was she planning? Slowly he moved his hoof along her leg, he didn’t need to go too high up to get his answer, finally her scent of arousal made its way to his nostrils and he gave her a smirk pulling up his hoof, and gently touching her plot through her lacy lingerie. She was soaking wet, her juices almost coating his hoof upon barely pressing against her. If there was any poison or she planned to attack him at any point she wouldn’t be nearly this aroused unlesss she were a black widow of some kind. He watched her closely, as he gently slid his hoof into the string of her soaked garment and slowly pulled it down. He spotted the clear expression of need and arousal in her eyes as she let out a quiet gasp, her hooves placed by her head. He nuzzled his snout into her neck and ran his tongue along her soft coat, rubbing his hoof along her plot lips and clitoris. Surely this was the perfect opportunity, to catch him off guard and bring out whatever weapon she was hiding, maybe under the covers, or the pillows? Perhaps she had found a way to enchant a weapon so his magic couldn't detect it? His ear twitched at a sweet, gentle, noise, her voice making its way into his ears through her quiet moans and gasps begging him for more. She arched her back, pressing her wet plot against his hoof as he gently rubbed her clit. He let out an amused chuckle, her eyelids fluttered as he pressed his body against hers, he wasn’t even teasing her much and she was already this excited, this sensitive. Was what she said about not being touched for so long true? “Are you serious about this?” He murmured into her ear giving it a playful nibble. She gasped in response letting out a needy whine, rolling her hips against his, already feeling the hardened bulge in his pants.

“Please, I need this.” Her breath was heavy and uneven, “Please, keep going.” She could feel her loins begging him for more, needy aannd wanting, her body only used to the touch of loneliness. He found himself wanting to hear more of that sultry voice of hers and he began to wonder what it would be like to hear her screaming out his name in the throes of bliss. Giving in to his own instincts for just a moment, he left gentle kisses down her neck as he used his magic to undress her, sliding off her gown and leaning back to get a good look at the queen’s bare body. Despite being a noble mare, she was rather fit, perhaps from years of wearing corsets and the many layers of clothing she would normally be seen in around the castle. As he ran his unoccupied hoof down her torso his eyes traveled lower, her hips and breasts, despite her age, were fairly plump, seemingly barely contained by the silk and lace undergarments she wore. Beautifully handcrafted designs within the dark lace of her underwear that fully accentuated her curves, stood out against the genlte lavender of her coat, a shame he’d have to take them off of her.

She had no blemishes, nor scars crossing her stomach, truly the mark of a sheltered castle life. She had only a single fertility tattoo, just below her navel. It must have been used to concieve the only heir she's poduced for the king as the ink was faded and seemed fairly old. The magic that once was contained within the curved design gone, now just a pretty decoration. He took in her sweet floral scent and ran his tongue along her inner thigh, no poison, no tangy taste of paralyzing agents either, this request, unbelievably, seemed genuine. He ran his tongue along the quivering lips of the queen’s plot, his ear twitching again as she gasped and moaned when he swirled his tongue around her clit. Using his magic he groped and massaged her breasts, tugging at her nipples as he went down on her. “Ah! W-wait!” He suddenly found himself in a lot more mess than he was anticipating, he glanced up to see milk from her breasts covering her belly. He grinned, the sight of a mare that he figured he'd have trouble with today cutely covering her face in embarrassment. He continued to squeeze and play with her nipples as he gently sucked on her clit, flicking the sensative bud with his tongue. He felt her tense, her hips rolling in his grasp, her lovely moans becoming muffled as she covered her mouth with her hooves, and the shiver of her tail as she came just from his gentle touches. Arching her back, he managed to catch the signs just in time to cover her spray with his mouth, gently swirling his tongue around her clit as she continued to cum. He continued to massage her breasts, milk squirting from those plump mounds on her lower belly, until her orgasm ended. “I’m sorry, it seems I’ve made a mess..”
With an embarrassed look on her face she reached for her gown to offer as a rag to wipe himself up.

He gave her a grin, taking the gown and getting up from his position. Licking his lips he wrapped a hoof around her head pulling her down to his crotch, “Let’s make more messes. Your turn.” It was less of a request and more of an order, he was starting to really get into this. She looked down and realized he had been so thoughtful to treat her he neglected himself, his hardened bulge straining against his pants. She looked up at him wiggling herself inn between his legs and he grinned at her acceptance, leaning back to allow her to work.

“Yes sir, I’ll try to make you more comfortable.” She purred out the last word and she could feel his bulge twitch at the statement. She opened her mouth and using her teeth to undo the zipper and buttons keeping his pants together, she could see where the tuft of fur was on his pelvic area and where his cock began. The intoxicating smell of his musk overpowered her senses, her mouth began to water and the longing ache in her loins began to grow stronger. She slid his pants down, revealing more and more length until his cock sprang out to greet her. “Sweet heavens..” She marveled at the size of him, his length easily surpassing that of the king’s, and his girth made her question whether or not she could take half of it, let alone the full thing.

The stallion let out a sigh of relief, the tension of his pants now gone. His head swirled with thoughts, and possibilities that he could have missed. Was she bait? A ruse? For a moment he couldn’t make sense of the situation, she must be waiting for an oppportunity, though he quickly snapped back to his current predicament. The sensation of her warm tongue trailing along his length pulled him out of those thoughts. He hadn’t expected her to actually try pleasing him, any other noble would think it beneath them to fraturnize with a pony of a lower ranking, let alone a different race. She gently sucked on the base of his shaft, leaving behind sloppy lipstick marks as she kissed her way downwards, licking and sucking on the flared head once she reached it. She began using her soft hooves to stroke his length as she tried her best to take him in. He let out a satisfactory hum, this was nice, he hadn’t relaxed this much in quite some time. Her soft body pressed against his, and he reveled in the contact as she began to bob her head. He felt drool pooling in his mouth as he felt her warm tongue working on his throbbing member, her own saliva already trailing down his shaft. She began to decorate the action with a rolling of her head as she came up and twisted back and forth back down his length. He exhaled, placing his hoof on the back of her head, gently coaxing her to take in more. Her eagerness to please him only made him harder, as he caressed and pet her head she made more of an effort. She gently cradled his swollen, heavy sac with a hoof, giving it the best rub and massage she could as he felt himself slip into something tighter. “Ooh, thatta girl…” As he glanced down at her he locked gazes with her purple eyes, dark pools of amethyst that seemed to magically keep him there for a moment.

She closed her eyes focusing as she went even farther down his length, deep throating as far as she could, bobbing her head farther down, stopping only above his thick median ring. He could feel his own face heating up at her actions, the only thoughts that began to invade his mind was how her tight plot would feel wrapped around him, how warm she must be. He gritted his teeth, he was getting closer and with his hoof he shoved her head down, popping the thick ring into her mouth and pressing her snout into his navel. Locking eyes with her once more as he began thrusting into her throat, forcing all of his length down into her. "Such a tight little throat," He watched as her eyes slowly began to roll back and he felt her throat squeezing as she tried her hardest to swallow his girth as he fucked her face. He roughly shoved his length all the way into her once more, shoving her snout against his navel again, and tensed as he came. Gritting his teeth as he felt her muscles working hard to keep it down. Panting, he let out a chuckle as he slowly pulled away from her, his softened member coming out clean and free of mess. “Fuck..You swallowed it all.” He looked down at her, the sight of this mare's mouth open, drool dribbling down her chin, tears in her eyes, and messy lipstick was more than enough to bring him back up again.

“Did I do good?” panting heavily, she licked her lips as she cleaned up his flared head and wiped her face. She noticed him just as hard as he was when she started, she gave a small pout she felt out of practice. She felt his hoof under her chin, he stared at her with lust filled eyes and guided her onto her back once more. She stared at him above her, he was messier than when they had started. At some point he hd tied back his mane to keep it out of his face,, and drool had dribbled down his chin as he panted, his breath meeting hers in rhythym. His eyes raked over her body hungrily, he was holding back every urge he was having with a great amount of effort, his horn aglow with magic as she felt her legs being spread and pushed upwards.

Leaning down he gently touched his snout to hers, rubbing his cock against her moist trembling plot, “You did great.” he began trailing kisses along her neck again, “Are you sure about this? I might break you.” He murmured into her collarbone as he nuzzled against her neckk. Her last request had been to a pleasurable time, not a bad one. He continued to rub himself against her, if she backed out now he wasn’t sure how he would get rid of this need she had built up in him.

She gently touvhd the side of his face, pulling his attention to hers and looked deep into his eyes, the two of them panting and both in desperate need of relief. She wasn’t certain she could take all of it but she was damn willing to try. She wiggled her hips, returning his enthusiasm, “I told you, i nedd you.” He let out an amused hum, lining himself up to enter her, pressing his flared head against her plot. He bit his lip, everything she said and did up till this point kept driving him to the edge.

“You’re driving me crazy..” He muttered into her ears, once more he felt the excited trembling of her plot pressing against him, he slowly pressed farther slipping upwards a couple of times. It would take some force to fit his girth in her tight entrance, frustated he pressed a bit harder using his hoof to guide himself. He was coated in her saliva and just slipping against her plot made him want to ravage her more, but he didn't want to harm her by being too rough.

Just as he was about to give up and go down on her again, she wrapped her arms around him and murmured into his ear, not wanting to wait any longer, “Don’t hold back, please, break me.” He couldn’t deny such an earnest plea, he was honoring her noble last request after all. She nuzzled into him, lifting her legs farther for him so he didn’t have to focus on keeping them there, and returned the kisses and affection he had given her. It made him press down harder into her, his impatience growing evident as he repositioned himself and leaned closer.

“My name, Ms. Rose,” He wanted to hear it on her lips, hear her screaming out every syllable. “,is Onyx Armor.” using his hoof to keep his shaft down he forced the head into her, reveling in her whimpers and gasps as he pushed in more of himself. She was so wet that there was no friction between the two of them, making it easier for him to spread open her tight hole. She kept squeezing around him as he forced more of his length in, he would go slow for her sake. She was already trembling in his arms as her smaller body strained to accommodate his larger size.
The feeling of being spread open so much made her walls quiver and squeeze tightly. She held onto him tightly, as he reached his median ring, it felt like a plug, stopping her own juices from dribbling down her lips. His head was already roughly shoved up against her cervix, she was already panting and squirming at just the feeling of him inside of her.

“F-Fuck, you’re huge, Onyx.” He gave her a smile, he was already hearing her lovely voice call out for him. He settled his hooves on her hips, giving himself more grip to keep her right where she was. He could see his own girth bulging out from her belly, as he adjusted himself for a moment, he could feel that little button of pleasure inside of her rubbing up against his head. Slowly he pulled out until it was just his head and a few inches inside of her, and without warning, he slammed into her up to his median ring. The surprise was evident on her face and her voice as she practically screamed. She quickly placed a hoof over her mouth to muffle her voice, embarrassed she would be so loud. He continued thrusting into her just as roughly as before watching as her stomach bulged as he forced his girth into her tight plot, slamming his median ring up against her lips over and over.

His horn once more wrapped in the cobalt blue magic, forcing her hooves above her head, revealing the voice he had come to enjoy hearing so much during the night. “I want to hear you scream for me.” He picked up his pace thrusting into her faster, pounding that little button of a cervix inside of her, he leaned down and sank his teeth into her shoulder, roughly marking her as he did.

With the feelings of pain and pleasure mixing, the pressure that was steadily building was released as she came. Her tongue began to hang from her mouth, her pussy quivering around him, as he continued to pound her roughly through her orgasm. “Fuck!! Onyx, you’re amashing!!” All of her previous worries melted away and her mind was only filled with thoughts of him. She was focused only on how deep he was inside of her, how hard he began thrusting, making her breasts bounce vigorously as her own milk painted their bellies. “Pleasse don’t shttoop!!” His speed slowed for a moment as he replaced it with thrusting into her harder, pressing into her cervix harder as he felt it widening for him, kissing the tip of his head every time he pulled away.

He looked at her face once more, she was lost in this, swallowed by pleasure moaning for him and screaming his name. “Fuck the king.” He pressed his snout against hers, almost losing himself to his own instincts, “You’re mine now.” He growled out the declaration possessively as he roughly kissed her. The final test, if she tried to bite his tongue off here, he could stem the bleeding with his magic and cover her mouth to keep fucking her. He released her arms from his magic, giving her the leverage she'd need so that he had zero doubt this was a ruse. Once more, to his surprise, she wrapped her arms around him and opened her mouth, openly receptive to his kiss as her tongue intertwined with his. Her moans were muffled as he ravaged her body, thrusting faster as he wanted nothing more now. She had been genuine this entire time, he confirmed it and in turn he could give in to his own desires. With this last line of defense broken he could go all out, no need to hold back anymore. He pulled away from their kiss, pulling her body against his and lifting her. She held onto him tightly as he continued to pound into her cervix, peppering his neck and cheeks with sloppy kisses until he finally he lifted her by the hindquarters and slammed her down as hard as he could, popping his median ring into her as her wet plot slapped against his pelvic area. Her screams were muffled as she buried her face into his chest, he had forced his head into her womb, the thickest part of his length now buried into her.

He began to drool himself as he grit his teeth, he had never been inside of someone so tight. She kept squeezing and trembling around him, he pinned her down roughly as he kissed her again, watching as her eyes fluttered and rolled back. He began thrusting again, sharing her pleasure and ecstasy. Filing her completely with every thrust, he reveled in her walls massaging his length as he continued to violate every part of her. He decorated her neck with kisses and bite marks, using his magic to grope her breasts as she held onto him and continued to roll her hips in response. He could feel his own climax coming, with more vigor than before he picked up his pace, planning to pull out of her an paint her belly white.

She could feel him reaching so deep inside of her, the throbbing of his cock was almost in time with her own quivering, they were both close, she could feel him tensing, as he pounded into her harder and faster than before. “Onyx!! Darling!!!” She knew if this was her last night she was enjoying it to the fullest she could. “Please breed me!!” She squeezed around him as tight as she could, immediately changing his mind. He buried himself into her grinding their hips together as he came, filling her womb entirely with his seed. Her trembling tightness relaxing as she came right alongside him. Kissing her roughly, continuing to thrust and grind as the two rode out their orgasms, his magic slowly fading as he pulled away panting. They stayed like that for a moment, messy and stuck together, he plopped himself next to her and she snuggled into him, the most comfortable she had ever been. She caught her breath as her eyes slowly closed, consciousness slowly being pulled away from her. Her spent body relaxing in Onyx’s arms as he kept her close and she fell asleep.

Moving Forward

Lunar Rose dreamt peacefully for the first time in fifteen years. There were no dreams or monsters waiting for her when she closed her eyes, just the peaceful embrace of sleep. Gradually, she regained consciousness, she felt her body gently being rocked back and forth. If this was heaven she could get used to it, a grin spread across her face, after all if she were still alive it would be the common noises of the castle invading her senses not the freshness of the air around her. She'd be able to smell the scents of all the perfumes her maids and ladies in waiting would wear, not the feeling of hay tickling her nose. Slowly she opened her eyes, she really shouldn't be feeling much of anything right now.

Looking around she shifted in the bed of hay, her body wrapped in a thick cotton blanket to keep her warm inside this wooden merchant's carriage. She could see it was relatively empty save for a couple of shelves that were mounted on the wooden walls and two windows that allowed the sunlight of the day to drift through. She looked down at herself, the memories of last night coming up to the surface of her mind. She was all cleaned up, the only thing she's dressed in is a white commoner's cotton dress with a large pocket on the front. The carriage came to a stop, the gentle rocking ceasing as she stood on her sore legs. She heard someone fumbling at the front of the carriage. As she turned towards the noise, a small window she hadn't noticed from her comfortable bedding slid open.

"Good morning sunshine. You've been asleep long enough." A familiar face smiled at her from the window.

"Onyx? Where am i?" She returned the smile with a pleasant grin of her own. Surely he didn't do what she was thinking, he was supposed to take her life last night.

"Here I was worried you'd forget my name. " He disappeared from the window, she could hear his hoofsteps making their way around the small carriage as he came and opened the back doors. Sunlight flooded into the little shade she had, and once more the handsome stallion filled her view, extending a hoof for her to take. She walked over to him on unsteady legs, the aching from last night making itself more evident as she tried to move. Taking his hoof, he helped her out of the carriage and she was greeted with a lovely view. "We're far away from the castle, you're a free mare." Her eyes studied her surroundings, he'd found a small clearing deep within the dense forests surrounding the capital. In the middle of the grassy clearing there was a small pond naturally decorated with pretty blooming lilies surrounding its edge. The light glinted off of the fresh water, it was nowhere near the grandios of the castle's gardens, but it was quite beautiful.

She smiled at the quaint sight, it made her think of her time before all of her duties, when she was happier. Turning back to the stallion she showed her confusion, "Why?" she asked softly, she should be discovered in her chambers right about now. She could almost see the horror of the poor maid that would find her, the way gossip would spread though the castle, the way her ladies in waiting would bounce with glee. None of those things wold come to pass now, it was odd, Onyx didn't seem the type to abandon a job.

He was staring into the water of the shimmering pond, he glanced at her and he seemed a bit bashful as he shifted his hooves in the grass. "I told you last night didn't I?" With the single question he seemed to regain his confidence, straightening up and giving her a grin. "It'd be a waste to take such a pretty mare's life." He gently lifted her chin bringing her eyes to meet his, he gave her a serious look "I claimed you as mine last night." His hoof came to rest on her shoulder, reminding her of all the kisses and bites he had left behind, " I can't give you a life as lavish as you had before, but the offer stands." He let her go and walked over to the pond to sit down by the water's edge.

Lunar stared at this stallion, he saved her from a life at the castle, gave her the best night of her life, and still decided to give her a choice of where to go after. She touched the gown she was wearing, and made her way over to Onyx, sitting next to him and leaning her head on his shoulder. "It must get lonely out here, don't you think?" She smiled and let out an amused chuckle at her own words. She hadn't felt an ounce of her usual lonely melancholy since being with him. "I'd like to stay with you Onyx." She sat there with him for a while, reveling in this quiet peace she hadn't had in years. He pulled her close, kissing her softly as he held her in his arms. This time, with him she would make the rest of her life one that is worth living.

Author's Note

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