Gilda's Empire

"All hail Queen Gilda!"

With the mighty cry from the court assembled, every griffon and pony took their seats in the throne room of the Crystal Palace. Standing before the throne was Prince Glint, the young chick having grown to a big, tall, and handsome griffon man with every bit his father's good looks and every bit his mother's size and power. Beside the throne was King Consort Shining Armor, dressed in little more than a codpiece that only emphasized his prodigious endowments rather than provide modesty, depicting the length of his shaft and the rounds of his family jewels in detailed curves, his handsome form very much eye candy, befitting his role. Everyone knew that the King Consort's role was solely to provide pleasure and eggs to the Queen; nothing more. And on the throne at the head of it all was the mighty griffon queen herself, Gilda. Despite her vast wealth and power, her royal wardrobe was similarly scant, wearing a purple silken dress with gold patterns that tied around the neck to display her heaving breasts and cleavage, slitted up the thighs to flaunt her great, sturdy thighs. The queen didn't seem to own a garment that had sleeves, leaving her wings bare to flare behind her while also making every muscle of her huge arms visible with each little movement as she looked down at her son with quiet satisfaction.

Eighteen years. It had been eighteen years since the Crystal Empire had changed forever, since Shining Armor's scandalous infidelity to his former wife, the birth of Prince Glint with his mistress, and then the historic Equestria Games where Gilda claimed three gold medals for heavyweight lifting, Shining Armor divorced the former Princess Cadance, and Gilda was crowned Queen of the Crystal Empire by marriage to the King Consort, and Griffonstone assumed control of the province. While many Equestrians were hesitant to accept the change at first, with Princess Twilight's encouragement, ponies had come to see the Crystal Empire as a place where they could enjoy a very different kind of life from the one they knew in Equestria. Griffonstone's laws and culture were much more lax than Equestria's, and many ponies were drawn to a lifestyle that was more open-minded, physical, and even sexual.

Queen Gilda had set the standard with her claiming and domination of King Consort Shining Armor, and Griffonstone capitalized on it. They had altered the path of the royal bloodline to pass from Gilda rather than Shining Armor, and had cut out Cadance and even Flurry Heart from the official lineage. Shining Armor's daughter was still an alicorn princess, and had grown into a lovely young mare at that, but Glint was the official heir to the throne now despite his half-sister being a few months older. Griffons had taken these changes and blatant endorsements of their power to heart, and had moved to the Crystal Empire en masse. Now, they mixed with the crystal ponies freely, and according to griffon customs, claimed mates freely as well. Just as with Queen Gilda, griffons believed that no laws or mere social custom could protect the sanctity of one's relationships; only pure might could do that. As a result, in the two decades since her coronation, many griffons had made their way into pony marriages, inserting themselves as dominant third parties between couples or even stealing spouses entirely with their superior strength and ferocity. Over the years, many ponies had come to accept the griffon ways, and a surprising amount of ponies had come to enjoy the dynamics themselves, not unlike their former Princess of Love.

That was reflected in the composition of those gathered in the courtroom. Many crystal ponies were there, but there were just as many griffons mixed in, with their arms around their pony sex pets and side pieces, groping butts or teasing the lesser mates before falling silent as the griffon herald called court to order. Despite the griffons' famous rowdy nature, even they felt the weight of this momentous occasion. Queen Gilda had been a powerful leader these past many years, uncompromising and unapologetic in her fight for griffon pride, culture, and place within Equestria. But no ruler was eternal, and while Gilda was still more than young enough to have several decades of rule left in her, eventually she would need to be succeeded. Prince Glint was, up until this point, too young to make judgment on his capacity as a potential ruler of this new griffon province, but now it was his eighteenth birthday. He was officially and adult, and he was to be crowned the next ruler of the Crystal Empire, and a true royal lineage would be established when he was. It was nothing short of history in the making for the fledgling prince and Empire, and every griffon and pony lucky enough to be in the throne room when it was happening knew they were seeing history in progress.

The herald spoke again in his booming voice, dressed in his burnished gold armor, "Good citizens of the Crystal Empire! Today we honor our great Queen Gilda, and honor her legacy by crowning her bloodline, his highness, Prince Glint, scion of the King Consort's loins, as the official heir to the throne of the Crystal Empire!"

Glint knelt, and Queen Gilda stood, tall and imposing above him, seeming to have grown only larger and more powerful with age and long rule. "My firstborn son," she addressed him. By now, the citizens of the Crystal Empire had grown accustomed to her decidedly informal manner of speaking as she continued, "You've really managed to grow up into quite the impressive griffon man. I'm proud of you. In our homeland of Griffonstone, we would honor you with a traditional manhood ceremony, but here in the Empire, I suppose we'll have to make do with a crown." She smirked as she said this, and the herald brought forth the beautiful golden crown that had been made for him. Briefly adopting a more formal tone of speech, Gilda said as she placed the crown upon Glint's head, "I, Queen Gilda of the Crystal Empire, do hereby crown my son, Prince Glint, as my rightful successor, and recognize his manhood and place as the official Crown Prince of the Crystal Empire."

The crowd clapped and cheered, with griffons whistling and cawing loudly in their usual uproarious way. Glint puffed his chest out, big and proud, as he turned and looked over the crowd. He saw the tall, strong griffons looking at him with approval and pride, and the weaker ponies admiring him, naturally submitting to his authority. Behind him, he felt his mother's gaze, the role model that had shaped everything about him with her raw strength and drive. He also felt his father's watchful eye on his back, but he felt little when he saw his father; he may have been the fruit of the King Consort's loins, but Shining Armor was a pony, and had always looked to him like little more than a toy for his mother's enjoyment, especially since he was always mostly-naked, than anyone he would consider a parent to be respected. As a pony, his father was little more than a cock for his mother and the pair of balls he had sprung from.

Not unlike the other ponies he saw sitting in the front row. Princess Flurry Heart, as his half-sister also sprung from his father's loins, had remained in the palace, and the two had virtually grown up together as siblings. Flurry Heart stood with her biological mother, the alicorn Cadance, but she hadn't called her "mother" in years. Gilda was her father's wife and Queen, closer to a mother than the pink alicorn, who was really more like a nanny to her. Glint saw the submissive, earnest way that Cadance looked at the royal family, so pleased to have been put in her place so long ago; it was no secret that she still frequently got off to the sight and sound of Gilda fucking her former husband. To him, that look was a reminder of the ponies' place. And he couldn't help but see the beginning gleams of that loving gaze in Princess Flurry Heart's eyes when she looked upon him. His own sister, so bright, young, and eager to take her place in the world, even if she hadn't found it yet. But Glint knew where she belonged.

"Thank you, mother," Glint spoke aloud to the crowd, his voice as handsome as his face and sounding much more like a prince than his mother. "I am honored to accept this position with the rights and responsibilities it entails. But today, I am more than a Prince. Today is my eighteenth birthday, which means that according to the customs of our people and homeland in Griffonstone, I am a man now. And as a man, it is my right to claim a mate as I desire. And I do desire to exercise that privilege here today, and claim my first mate." A murmur ran through the crowd, excited and curious. No one expected Prince Glint to take such charge of his new position so quickly, but the idea that their prince would claim a mate immediately intrigued them. They could only wonder who it would be, and Glint continued, "I have chosen a pony mare to make my own, to be the vessel of my own pleasure, the outlet of my natural male urges, and the mother of my own heirs. I have decided to claim none other than Princess Flurry Heart as my own female!"

A gasp rippled through from the crowd, and all eyes turned to the alicorn princess. She blushed, red showing through on her white cheeks, only partially obscured by the ringlets of her multicolored curls. She hadn't expected this at all, but already she was feeling warm and excited at the very idea, mixed with her great surprise and confusion. She didn't know what to say as Prince Glint descended the steps to go out to her, a broad, magnanimous, handsome grin on his face. She looked to her father, sitting on the throne, and he merely smiled and nodded his assent. She looked at her mother, and the queen grinned fiercely.

"Your own sister, eh?" Gilda said the quiet part out loud and very bluntly. "Very well, Prince Glint. She has no other males to possibly lay claim to her, so unless some foolish pony wants to challenge you for her hand this moment, then the matter is settled. Princess Flurry Heart will be your first mate."

Glint took her hands in his, and she gasped to look up at him. He was technically her younger brother, but he was so much taller, stronger, handsome and confident, that it hardly felt that way at all. She felt safe in his grasp, beneath his gaze, and she couldn't deny that the mere thought of what this meant sent a tingle through her body like she had never felt before. No one asked her consent; Prince Glint merely nodded and said, "Very well. I will claim her this day and make her my own!"

Another cheer and a thunderous round of applause sounded for several seconds as Prince Glint made clear exactly the sort of prince he planned to be for the griffons of the Crystal Empire: he was a red-blooded griffon man through and through, just as they had hoped. Only when it began to die down did Queen Gilda say, "Why don't you two take some time? I'm sure you have a lot to discuss before you start bumping uglies." Even though she was talking about her own son, she still grinned with a self-satisfied fierceness.

"Very well. Thank you, Mother," Prince Glint replied. Before Flurry Heart could even say anything, Glint had swept her up in his strong arms and carried her out of the throne room. She turned to watch it go, seeing the face of Cadance weeping tears of joy and waving to her, her father beaming with pride, and her mother watching with approval before turning to look up at her new mate, her brother, the handsome Prince Glint.

Flurry Heart expected Glint to carry her right off to his bedroom, but was instead surprised to find him carrying her down the palace and outside to the hedge maze garden. The Crystal Palace didn't originally have a hedge maze, but after Queen Gilda had seen the one in Canterlot, she decided that she wanted one for her palace as well.

Glint insisted on carrying Flurry Heart as they entered, and she didn't object. Wrapping her slender arms around his neck and feeling the strength in his frame was a treat she didn't want to end just yet. The throne room had been so busy and loud with raucous, cheering griffons, but out here it was peaceful and beautiful, sprigs of crystal berries sprouting up along the hedges, the occasional crystal blossom, or even a jeweled butterfly passing by. Everyone had been staring at her after Glint's claim in the throne room, but out here the two could finally be alone together.

"Do you remember how often we used to play hide and seek out here?" Glint broke the silence when he spoke up suddenly, his voice calm and collected, the sounds blending perfectly with the wind in the leaves and the faint birdsong.

"Just about every day, I think," Flurry said with a smile. "I remember you were never very good at it."

"I remember you cheating," he replied. "You would use your magic to turn yourself invisible, and then we'd argue about the rules the rest of the morning until the maids called us for lunch."

"I don't recall any such thing," Flurry said primly, feigning indignance. "It's bad manners to accuse a princess of cheating, you know."

"It's worse manners to cheat," Glint cut back with a smirk on his beak.

There was a longer bout of silence as he carried her around a corner of the maze, and another, the loudest sound his footsteps in the grass.

"All of that feels like ages ago..." Flurry muttered, resting her head on his strong chest. "What happened? We used to be inseparable. Best friends. Brother and sister."

Glint gave a soft sigh and replied, "A lot of things. We grew up, and our duties and expectations changed. I was raised to be a griffon prince, but you were raised to be a pony princess. You spent years with Celestia and Luna and Twilight to learn manners and pony history and the arts, while I went away to Griffonstone and studied griffon culture and history and war."

"We barely even wrote to each other..." Flurry Heart whined softly. "I just don't know what changed. The distance was no reason for us to grow so far apart."

"Well, puberty happened, mostly," Glint answered offhandedly. He took another couple of turns, his feet moving automatically, knowing the way through the maze by heart.

Flurry looked up at him quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I can't speak for you," Glint began, "But as soon as my balls dropped, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Your breasts were developing and suddenly everything about you, the way you spoke and moved and smelled overwhelmed me. I couldn't stop thinking about you, wanting you, imagining myself claiming you. I touched myself countless times to the fantasy. I was just so completely, unbearably horny for you, Flurry..."

Flurry Heart thought she would never get used to the intense and often blunt ways that griffons spoke of things, the complete lack of shame Glint had when he confessed to such raw, sexual feelings, and managed to sound like a regal prince all the while. She had never heard him use such words with her ever before in her life, but now that he was, she felt the first blossoms of heat blooming within her. Lowering her gaze from his face, she replied softly, "It was hard for me too. When we were children, I used to dream about getting married to you. They were childish fantasies, but even after we grew up, I never really let them ago. I suppose a part of me always wanted this. I'd be lying to say that I didn't..."

"I know," Glint said confidently. "I've always known that my feelings weren't one-sided. That this marriage was inevitable and that our bodies were meant to be together." He paused to give a soft, yet tense sigh. "I've been waiting for this day for a very long time."

"But..." Flurry interjected, "Glint, we're not children anymore. Don't you see?" She looked up at him, worry in her big blue eyes. "We're brother and sister, for you to claim me like this... it isn't right. We're also prince and princess. Even if Mother permits it, what would the rest of the world say? I think Princess Twilight would be very uncomfortable with the idea, and heaven knows the rest of Equestria will think of griffons everywhere as crude, incestuous brutes!"

"I don't care," Glint said firmly. "If the rest of the world has a problem, then they can answer to me. I am crown prince, and one day I will be king. They wouldn't dare criticize me in such a manner, and I won't suffer cowards who don't have the balls to make such comments to my face. They will come to respect my strength, and who I claim as a mate will be none of their concern." He looked down and stroked Flurry Heart's mane gently, his expression still stern. "You and I know that this is our fate, our destiny as plain as any cutie mark. We have felt it since we were children. Even now, we want it. I won't wait any longer." Glint leaned down and kissed Flurry Heart firmly, his beak parting against her lips, the tips of their tongues meeting, and Flurry felt her heart skip a beat, and her breath leave her lungs, a dizzy feeling swirling in her head. He parted from her and said softer, yet even more intensely, "This is my right as a griffon male to claim you, to take your body for my pleasure and to slake my lusts with you. I know you want this as well, even if you won't bear to admit it, but I won't let your hesitation stop me. One way or another, dear sister, I am going to have you today. Your only choice is whether or not to accept it, or to resist in futility."

The weight of what Glint was saying frightened Flurry Heart a bit, and she knew he meant every word, that he would claim her virginity by force if he had to in order to get what he wanted. But more than the twinge of fear in her heart, she felt a stronger surge of heat in her gut, spreading through her body. She felt an excitement, a quickening in her blood, and for possibly the first time, she felt a true awakening in her loins, a throbbing heat and a flush of wetness like nothing she'd ever experienced before. For the prim and proper princess, always kept safe and out of danger, the idea that Glint might force her beneath him, might pin her down and have her, might even... rape her... It was a danger she'd never been close to feeling before, an excitement she'd never imagined before, and a side of her dear brother she'd never seen before, yet only intrigued her more.

"I... I won't," she admitted to him. "It is your right, I won't stop you." Flurry shuddered, even as she consented, thinking of what he just said, looking up at him and thinking now that he looked bigger, stronger, and more frightening than ever. He'd always been her cute, fluffy, sweet little brother, but now she realized that at some point he'd grown into a huge, powerful, terrifying griffon man and she'd never noticed until now. "I just never realized you could be so strong, so... forceful, that your desires were so powerful. I couldn't stop you anyway, even if I tried." She shuddered again, feeling her loins pulse, her fingers tightening as she gripped the feathers on the back of his neck. "As a pony mare, it's not my place to fight you. You can... do as you want with me."

"I know," Glint said simply. He rounded the corner, and the two came upon the crystal fountain at the center of the hedge maze. The structure had been sculpted from a natural outcropping into the shape of the Queen and King consort, nude, the Queen carrying the battle standard of the Empire as she stood overtop Shining Armor, kneeling submissively with an arm wrapped around her thigh, an egg in his grasp. It was a sight both of them had seen plenty of times before, but now took on a whole new meaning, as the two knew they were about to reproduce in flesh the dynamic that had been carved from crystal before them. The edge of the fountain was broad and sloping, certainly wide enough for two bodies to lay together, and against that edge is precisely where Glint laid Flurry Heart.

She gasped softly when she felt his sharp talons stroking through her hair again, tracing along her ears and neck. She couldn't stop shaking, quaking with arousal and anticipation at what was to come, her virginity claimed at last, a day she had both feared and hotly anticipated for many years now. "Glint..." was all she managed to whisper.

Glint looked down at her with a stern affection, a gaze that was both familiar and brotherly, loving, but also hungry, finally allowing his potent lust to show through on his face, looking at her as an object for his pleasure. The look only made Flurry Heart's mouth feel dry, squirming underneath the weight of it. "At last..." Glint muttered back. He dipped his face lower, and Flurry exhaled when she felt his beak tweak and nibble at her, moving down to kiss along her jaw. His weight lowered on top of her, and it was finally happening. Glint had launched straight into foreplay, and they both knew sex was soon to come.

Flurry wrapped her arms around his back, feeling along the muscles toward his strong wings as they flared out behind him, gasping and sighing as the kisses came hotter and faster. His arms wrapped around her own back, enfolding her completely against him, clutching her tight before he kissed her again on the lips, his tongue probing further inside. More now, she could feel his lust, his pure desire to explore and take her body for his own, his talons digging into her back from over the fabric of her dress, his grunts of satisfaction as he pushed her into the firm makeout.

Glint's blood pumped strong and hot as well, the culmination of all of his adolescent desires coming to fruition at last. He had been courtly and soft with her, but now was the time to be a griffon. He had been trained well in Griffonstone, grown accustomed to the rough and forceful ways griffons were with their mates, and now he was finally getting to act on those instincts. Flurry's powerlessness to stop him only made his desire for her stronger. As he shoved his tongue into her mouth, feeling her whimper and suck on it, he reached up to grip at her breast, her boobs young and perky and big, and he grunted back with pleasure through the makeout. She didn't put a hand on his wrist to stop him, and he squeezed and groped her as he pleased, feeling the perky nipple already hard beneath the fabric. He wanted more, so he took it, yanking down the top of her dress and exposing her breasts to the open air of the hedge garden, her pink nubs hard as could be, releasing the kiss to admire them as she gasped. Then, he plunged lower, licking at her nipple, hearing her huff and groan at the electric sensation. With each advance further upon her, Glint knew he could do whatever he pleased with her, felt instinctively that while she was his dear sister, now she was nothing more than a mare, a tool to satisfy his aching cock.

After a lifetime of holding himself back, being restrained by his age and expectations of decorum, having to act the part of the prince so as not to compromise his mother's image or the image of their kingdom, now he was finally free to shed all of that to give in to his basest, male instincts. He ground his hips against Flurry Heart's, groaning at the erection straining against his clothes and feeling her writhe against him, hearing her moan for him. He'd never wanted to take something, someone like this before, to overpower and dominate, to conquer and relish in his own unbridled strength. But now, at last, he could.

Flurry Heart wanted him, that much he could feel in the way her fingers squeezed him, the way her legs parted for him so easily, but her invitation didn't matter as much as her inability to stop him. His possession of her didn't come from the offer of herself; it came from his right to fuck her as he pleased, as a prince, a griffon, and a male. He fully intended to exercise that right. With her dress pulled half down and her breasts bared to him, the rest of the garment shredded easily in his talons, split in two with a mighty rip and a gasp from her. His beak snaked between her cleavage, his tongue lavishing her body before reaching her panties, gripping them in his beak and tugging them down her thighs, tossing her underwear aside to leave her naked under the sun before him, exposing her tight, young, wet pussy, ready for him.

His heart pounded in his chest, and Glint stood to behold his prize. Flurry looked up at him, helpless beneath him, her heart beating fast as well. Glint would restrain himself no longer. He quickly discarded his clothes, starting with his top to give his wings room to spread and bare his muscles to her, firm with youthful vigor and his years of griffon military training. Flurry only shrunk back, intimidated to see just how big and strong his arms were, the muscles of his chest and stomach, to see so clearly just how much weaker she was than him. But he wasn't done yet. He gripped his pants, unfastened the button, and yanked them down.

"Celestia...!" Flurry Heart gasped when she saw Glint's cock spring out for the first time. The pink shaft looked like some cross between a pony and another beast entirely, with a rounded head but the bulge of a thick knot at the base, set above a pair of plump white balls no doubt churning with young, virile seed. But her shock wasn't just at the fierce shape, but the size! "It's huge...!" The two both knew where the prince's impressive endowment had come from - they had both seen their father's stallionhood plenty of times - and Glint was no doubt every bit the fruit of Shining Armor's loins. His pink manhood pulsed in the open air, long and thick, perhaps even approaching a foot in length, oozing precum that gleamed in the sunlight. Flurry shrunk back when she really took in just how big it was, shaking her head and saying, "It's too big, I don't think-"

Glint pounced on her with a yelp. He would hear none of it. Her naked body was laid out before him, ripe for the taking, and his cock was ready to claim its plunder. He grabbed her roughly in his talons, flipping her over, shoving her and bending her over the rim of the fountain, a head firmly gripping her mane and holding her upper body down while his other talons grabbed her tail and yanked upward. Flurry Heart cried out in pain at the tugging, but soon Glint had her in the proper position to be fucked and bred; bent over, head down, rump up, presenting her wet, fertile pussy to him. Her backside was perfect, heart-shaped with just the right amount of softness to plunge into. He licked his beak as his cock gave a mighty throb. It was time.

"Wait-!' Flurry Heart gasped again, but Glint ignored her. He was not slow or gentle or sweet; he was a predator sinking his fangs into his prey at last. He took his position behind her and lined himself up swiftly, and in one fierce motion, shoved every last inch of his big, long dick into Flurry Heart's pussy. "Glint-!" she cried out, her body wracked with a sharp pain, but Glint only hissed, tossing his head back in bliss as he felt his knot slam wetly against her labia, his shaft clamped down tightly by her hot, virginal sex. The pleasure was incredible, indescribable. He'd imagined what it would feel like to finally fuck a pussy for years now, but all of his wildest fantasies couldn't have prepared him for how rapturously good it actually felt, how deeply satisfying and right it felt to be a male claiming this weaker, softer, tight, fertile female beneath him, to feel her pussy yield to his invading cock. Her back arched and her eyes shot open wide at the rough intrusion, but Glint gave her no time to recover, immediately launching into a rough pace, fucking her hard and fast beneath his mother's watchful gaze.

"Yes...!" he growled at her, his hips slamming into hers, stuffing her and gripping her tightly. "Yes, you are mine! Mine!" His ears pounded, his wings fluttered, and his tail whipped about with frenzied motion as he fucked his big sister, hearing her cry out for him, pain turning into pleasure, her body his for the taking. The ecstasy of it pumped through every vein, his balls tightening, wanting nothing more than to breed this fertile mare, to take every bit of his sister's body as he could, to truly claim her as his mate once and for all.

When Flurry Heart's posture flagged, and it seemed like she might not be able to hold herself up under the force of his brutal fucking, Glint removed his hand from her mane to grab at her horn, yanking her head up, forcing her back to arch slightly and stay upright so he could lay into her tight pussy. Flurry had no idea her horn was so sensitive, or perhaps it was the overwhelming dominance and violence of the act she responded to, feeling so perfectly helpless, like Glint might snap her horn off if she tried to resist him at all. A part of her body was convinced that if Glint really was raping her, this would be exactly what it would feel like. The other part of her body was in utter bliss, an electric, white-hot pleasure running through her veins like nothing she'd ever felt before. Years and countless nights of playing with herself or stuffing vegetables up her young lips hadn't produced a fraction of the sheer, raw pleasure Glint's cock pounded into her, and as he fucked her, raped her, she was certain now that she loved every second of it. "Celestia, I'm cumming!" she wailed.

Glint felt it too, and he only pounded harder, wanting the last of his shaft inside of her, enveloped in that hot, tight embrace. He needed to knot her, his instincts demanded it, and he didn't care if it hurt or if he stretched her open to do it. When she announced her impending climax, he tightened his grip on her horn, yanked her tail back in time with his breakneck thrusts, shoving his knot against the wet, pliant folds of her labia until he felt some give. Then he planted himself hard against them, grinding into her, thrusting when he was already to the depths in her hard, harder, rocking her body with each pump of his hips, trying to force his knot into her while she squealed in pain and bliss again and again, harder, harder, as hard as he could until there was a mighty pop!

White-hot light flooded Glint's vision, and stars erupted in his brain. His knot was the most sensitive part of his shaft of all, and feeling it at last buried deep inside of a tight, hot cunt that he owned was the last bit of pleasure he needed to be sent into the throes of a truly mind-numbing orgasm the likes of which he'd never felt before. He didn't hear his beak open and erupt in a raucous, ecstatic shriek, or feel his head toss back and his body go lax, he lost all control of his hips and legs trying desperately to plunge even a single bit deeper into the perfect, wet flesh. All he felt was the rapid onset of his climax, his knot swelling up like a balloon and his balls clenching tight before erupting, flooding Flurry Heart's womb with his young, potent seed. The mare shuddered and went limp beneath him and he stood, locked inside of her, suspended in drooling bliss of utter perfection.

This... So this was sex? Glint knew now, from the moment he lost all control and felt his balls pump out that first rope of hot sperm into Flurry Heart, that he liked sex. Yes, he liked sex very much, indeed.

When he came to, it was partly from the natural plateau of his orgasm, and partly from the sound of male voices behind him, accompanied by the clank of metal: a couple of guards. "Prince Glint! We heard-" they started before stopping dead in their tracks when they rounded the corner and saw their prince, naked and knotted inside Princess Flurry Heart, clearly mere moments after a truly rapturous orgasm. Flurry tried to shrink and shy away, but Glint held her firmly in place, still knotted deep inside of her. The griffon guards began to fumble, trying to explain themselves, "My apologies, Prince Glint, we thought that there was some sort of danger, and we-"

"Save your excuses," Glint interrupted them between his deep breaths, his body tired and sweaty after the ordeal.

"We truly had no idea that you were having sex, Your Highness, or we would never-"

"No need for such shame," Glint interrupted again. He caught his breath a little more, stroking Flurry Heart's mane, feeling her pussy clench around his knot as he hissed in pleasure. Then, he said, "It is my right to claim my own mate as I please. But... I think the princess and I shall be here a while longer. I did cum, yet I am not yet satisfied. Why don't you two make yourself useful, and see to it that I am not disturbed until I'm finished? Understand?"

"Yes, Your Highness!" they responded before leaving to stand their post in the center of the hedge maze.

Flurry Heart turned her head to look up at Glint, still shuddering with the lingering tremors of her own climax. "Glint..." she whimpered. "That was... incredible..."

He nodded with his own satisfaction. "It was. Better than I ever could have imagined."

"You were so powerful and forceful, you even... seeded me, without asking, just took me!" Flurry said, but it was clear in her voice that she was swooning, rather than admonishing. "I never knew you could be so strong, so dominant like that! I felt like you were forcing yourself on me, and..."

"And you liked that?" he said with a smirk. Flurry nodded timidly, and Glint hissed as his knot throbbed inside of her as a response, Flurry gasping slightly as well. "Good, good... There will certainly be more where that came from," he said. He leaned forward, looking down over her, stroking along her back with a talon before adding softly, "I love you, Flurry Heart."

"Oh, Glint...!" Flurry Heart gasped, feeling her heart well up with joyful emotion, tears staining her eyes. "I love you too! I always have! I'm... I'm so happy right now!"

"Well then," Glint started, but before he finished, he held Flurry Heart down tightly before yanking his knot out of her all at once with a louder pop, his cock shining with the wet stains of their combined fluids as she yelped in pain and pleasure again, slumping to the base of the fountain. "I can feel my stamina returning, but even after one climax, I still feel lust in my loins." Flurry Heart watched as he moved over to a bench, took a seat, and spread his legs. He stared fiercely at her before demanding, "Come. I want to know what it's like to have my cock sucked."

Just as before, Flurry Heart felt her body leap to respond eagerly to his demanding dominance. "Yes, of course..." she complied, crawling over to him.

Glint sighed, looking up at the blue, peaceful sky as he felt his mare clamber between his legs and start eagerly sucking his dick. He merely placed his talons in her mane, relaxed, and basked in the pleasure of his very first blowjob, knowing there would be many, many more to come.

Shining Armor crashed through the door to the royal chambers, pushed through by Queen Gilda, hurried along to the bed where he was thrown back on the mattress, the horny griffoness right on his heels. "C'mon, cockmeat. Just because I'm not putting your nuts to work today doesn't mean you get any time off," Gilda taunted him.

"Of course, mistress!" Shining Armor complied. She didn't even bother to close the door, pouncing onto the bed and crawling up the mattress, stripping off her dress, shedding it like skin until Shining Armor was left pinned by the giant, powerful, naked griffoness. His codpiece was the only garment he owned nowadays, and they had devised that the thin section of chains that held it up should snap off for moments like this, when Gilda wanted to tear it off of him to access his loins. They flopped out before her, freed from the metal confines sculpted perfectly to house his manhood, and Gilda beheld them with relish. Over the years of constant milking and spurned by the change of Shining's cutie mark - the first ever in recorded Equestrian history - his genitals had only grown larger. His cock showed slow but steady growth, about an inch ever few years or so, having gained about six since Glint's birth, but his balls had really swelled up, past apples and perhaps even grapefruits, too big for Gilda to palm and too big for Shining Armor to sit with closed legs. Gilda liked that. "Those balls are the only thing worth showing off about you," she'd always tease him. Shining Armor liked it too.

Gilda immediately took his big, meaty shaft in her beak and slathered it with a long lick up the entire length, now large enough to be something nearly monstrous, certainly too big for any sane mare to find appealing or want to shove inside of her, but Gilda always loved a challenge. "You must be awfully proud of yourself," Gilda remarked.

Shining Armor sat up on his elbows, looking down at his wife as she stroked and licked him to full erection, her tail swishing behind her, pleased and playful. This was how most of their conversations as a couple occurred; over sex. Shining couldn't remember the last time he'd had a serious conversation with Gilda where he wasn't being pushed to climax. Although to be fair, he could hardly remember any moment with Gilda where he wasn't being pushed to climax. After he groaned in pleasure, he replied, "Our son was crowned heir to the throne, and took his first mate. What father wouldn't be proud?"

Gilda smirked with a cocky laugh. "Even if that mate is your daughter?" She pumped Shining Armor's dick, feeling it throb to full hardness in her grip.

The stallion hissed in delighted response. "All the more reason to be proud. My daughter has the finest man in the land as a mate. I know she and Glint will be very happy."

Gilda was already lapping up precum drooling from Shining Armor's pulsing flare, groaning back with relish. "You're such a stupid pony," she growled back. "I'm just happy the boy's finally acting like a man and getting his dick wet for once. About damn time."

Shining Armor just smiled down at his wife. "I know it's a lot of pressure off your shoulders. Knowing that the Empire's in good hands? You did a good job," he said. "Plus, it'll take some pressure off the other kids, knowing that they don't have to worry about the throne or succession. I think they're happy just getting to enjoy the benefits of a royal lineage."

Gilda rolled her eyes. "Just shut up already, cockmeat. Make yourself useful." She heaved her massive tits in her hands and slapped them down onto Shining Armor's lap, the huge breasts having only grown bigger after years of eggs and chicks. "They're starting to get sore again after weaning the last chick. Fuck 'em for me, and do a good job."

"Yes, mistress," Shining Armor replied with a gleam of excitement in his eyes. He sat up and slid forward to the edge of the bed, his cock enveloped almost completely by Gilda's heaving rack, but with his greater size, his shaft managed to peak through the cleavage, nearly jabbing Gilda in the chin. He felt a rush through him as she took her tits in her hands and squeezed, his cock pressed in by the soft warmth of her breasts, surrounded completely, stroked and pleasured before he'd even started.

He thrust his hips upward, watching his cock slide through her breast meat, the flesh rippling as he plowed against it, the rivulets of milk already starting to flow, released by the pressure on her tits. Shining Armor groaned in familiar bliss; no matter how many times he did this, each time was just as incredible as the last. This had been his reality for the last eighteen years, more or less. After his cutie mark had changed, he only became more of a sex toy for Gilda, and he only enjoyed it more, too. His body felt more equipped for it, not reliant on magic to keep up with her brutal stamina, and his libido had never been higher, even when he was a horny colt discovering the joys of masturbating for the first time. Sure, Shining Armor had fathered Glint and plenty of other children, but he didn't have much of a hand in raising them. That was Gilda's job, raising griffons to be proper griffons and all. Even though he was the King Consort, it didn't take long before every pony and griffon in the Empire accepted that Shining Armor had no real political or cultural power. He didn't sit at the table for political summits or sign treaties or even train soldiers the way that he used to. No, his singular role was purely for sex.

Gilda insisted that he only wear the codpiece, and given the way it only emphasized his genitals and left the rest of him naked, somehow it felt more revealing than just being naked. He hadn't worn anything else in the last eighteen years. Whenever he went out in public, that was what he wore, what he was - a sex slave. Gilda reinforced it in the way she treated him, either ignoring him completely whenever anything serious was happening or otherwise groping him or making him serve her. Sometimes she even made him have sex with her in front of dignitaries, or offered him to foreign mares to sweeten the deals of her treaties. And none of that counted the many, many times each day he had sex with the Queen purely for her pleasure. Already that day he'd cum for her a dozen times over several encounters, and she could easily use him a dozen more times before dinner. It was rarer for him to have a moment where he wasn't having sex with Gilda, and the Empire knew it. The griffons and ponies that were his subjects were more or less used to seeing his near-naked or even his fully naked form, getting milked or ridden by the queen, or in a state of having just had sex, or just about to. It was all he existed for, and his cutie mark proved it. Before Glint could even talk, everyone in the Empire saw him as nothing more than one single thing: cockmeat. Just the way Gilda wanted it.

Shining Armor knew he'd be having way more sex than he could imagine if he married Gilda, but now that he was having it, he could still hardly comprehend it. It was addictive, mind-numbing, identity-warping in the best ways. He loved being cockmeat. He loved the way his subjects, his children, and even his wife all looked at him like Gilda's toy. He loved being paraded around naked, put into his place, made to have orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, and to be told that cumming was all he was good for. He'd long since realized that the thing about orgasms was that a stallion never really got sick of having them. Having one, a hundred, a thousand, a million - each one was just as ecstatic, powerful, rapturous as the last.

So when Gilda told him to fuck her tits, Shining Armor complied with single-minded abandon. This was all he really thought about or cared about nowadays. Sure, he loved his children and his wife, but nothing was better than getting to cum again. His hips slammed upward into her cleavage, and Gilda made sure to stroke him and squeeze him back in time with his thrusts. Shining Armor had no qualms now about moaning loud, letting his head lay back, his mouth hang open, and his eyes roll in pure bliss at the way that her tits squeezed his dick, milking him so forcefully and eagerly, heat and pleasure flooding his veins. The milk sloshing onto his thighs and the sight of his precum drooling onto her cleavage, smearing against her chin and neck, making a mess before things had really even started.

"Sweet Celestia... Gilda..." he groaned in mindless pleasure.

"That's it, cockmeat. Cum for me. You know how I like it," she urged him, the words the closest thing to romance she and Shining Armor had together, but she was right; he did know how she liked it, and she knew all the ways to make him blow his load the moment she wanted him to. Even if she was his mistress and he her eager slave, they were still a couple, had still enjoyed eighteen years of marriage together, and no one knew each others' bodies better than they did.

Gilda devoured his cockhead in her open beak, twisting and gulping down his meat, sliding her tongue around his flare until he couldn't take it anymore. His eyes shot open and his voice bellowed out without a hint of shame, "Yes! Yes, Mistress! I'm cumming!" Gilda pulled off in the nick of time to relish the facial, his cock erupting and splattering a fat blast of fresh, hot jizz onto her face, over her eyes and beak, dribbling into her mouth as she sighed in pleasure. Shining Armor's loads had grown to a prodigious size as well, easily stuffing her womb full and beyond with one climax, and when Gilda wasn't trying to milk more eggs out of him, she had come to use his cum as an enjoyable skin and feather treatment. Gilda swore that the reason she barely looked as if she'd aged in the last eighteen years was that she got daily jizz facials.

Shining Armor shuddered with the powerful climax, his whole body gripped in pure pleasure, struggling for breath as he watched the sight of his cum painting his wife's face white. Nothing could be sexier than watching it dribble down her features, seeing the smile at the corner of her beak as she licked it, moaning at the taste. But he knew just as well as she did that one climax wouldn't be enough for her. "My turn," she said with that beautiful, fierce smile.

Gilda released his cock from her tits and stood up on the bed, pushing him back down with a foot talon. He spread out on the mattress for her, and felt his cock easily spring back to hardness when she turned around, her big, powerful ass facing him. Then, she simply sat down, and his muzzle was plunged into the canyon of her hot asscheeks, his vision swallowed by her rump, and his lips and tongue buried into her drooling wet cunt. He started to eat her out immediately, feasting on her pussy, slurping up the juices and savoring the sour, salty, tangy flavor. He sucked on her clit, shoved his tongue up her pussy and lapped at her g-spot, ate out her entire muff, did anything and everything he could for her, his moans of pure delight muffled by the sheer size of her meaty ass as her tail whipped back and forth above his gaze, pleased. Shining Armor didn't know if it was a product of his cutie mark or something else, but he swore that he didn't need to eat as much after eating Gilda's pussy, as if it really was a meal for him now that his destiny was to be her sex slave. Certainly the cutie mark had all but eliminated the need for the boner spells that had once caused him such agony. Now the moment Gilda wanted his cock hard again, he found his erection sprang right into her grip, his libido re-ignited into a fresh blaze as if he hadn't had sex in months. Even after eighteen years, Shining Armor was able to roll with all of it, only growing hornier with age, and eating Gilda's cunt was one of the highlights of his day.

"Yeah, that's it..." Gilda growled in delight, grinding down onto his face harder, mashing her pussy into his muzzle and eyes as she dragged her ass up and down his face, fucking him as she pleased to achieve her own pleasure. Her hands gripped his cock and stroked, pumped his fresh erection, only barely leaking the last few strands of cum from his previous orgasm before she slid her talons down lower. Shining Armor shuddered when he realized what was coming. Gilda released his cock, but he wouldn't be without pleasure for long. Instead, he jumped when she gripped his balls in her grasp, even squeezing them, rolling them around as if she could juice the huge nuts like she could a ripe fruit. His cock twitched in response, offering a hearty glob of cum, which Gilda devoured when she opened her beak wide and swallowed down as much of his cock as she could.

The royal bedroom became a cacophony of sounds, the bed creaking from Gilda rocking her pussy onto Shining Armor's face, his husky, muffled moans and her long, purring groans of satisfaction at the flavor of his cum and cock on her tongue, and over all of it the roaring hurricane of wet, sloppy slobbering cocksucking and pussy slurping that all who frequented the royal tower were more than used to overhearing. Gilda bent forward enough to deepthroat Shining Armor, nearly shoving her beak down to his balls while she rolled and squeezed them even harder, determined to force a load out of them even bigger than the last, but he didn't feel any pain in his most sensitive balls anymore, just an aching pressure, a blue balls dying to be released by her messy, twisting blowjob. Meanwhile, Gilda sat on Shining Armor's face so hard he thought he'd never see the light of day again, his muzzle practically penetrating her sopping wet pussy enough for him to make out with her g-spot, his tongue gulping down the hot, flowing juices. He felt her quiver on top of him, heard her wings flare and her groans build louder while her efforts on his cock redoubled. Soon, with a hearty grunt, he felt her ass slam back onto his face, nearly swallowing his head completely while she came hard, squirting profusely, her griffoness juices enough to threaten to drown him, squirting up his nose and down his mouth, making it hard to breathe, but he didn't dare stop, kissing deep inside of her, sliding his tongue up her slot, gripping her mountainous ass for dear life as he felt his lungs burn and breath start to fail.

The lack of air only provided Shining Armor with the threatening asphyxiation enough to bring his orgasm rushing even faster. Gilda knew it well; she could recognize the way it felt throbbing against her throat in her sleep. She buried herself to the hilt one last time, squeezing his big, fat nuts as hard as she could before she twisted upward, knowing there were only moments before the payload. She barely managed to release his cock from her beak with a wet pop before he exploded all over her, his cry long and muffled, his body shaking and writhing beneath her, begging for air and more pleasure. His first blast splattered her in her face again, and Gilda sighed again with delight as Shining Armor didn't dare stop eating her out, mashing her pussy back onto his face as she tensed with squirting ecstasy. But she had other plans for this load, groaning out, "Oh yeah... cover me, stud," as she shivered, aiming his cock at her chest and stroking up the long length. With each pulse, it blasted over her body, coating her breasts, washing down her hewn abs, soaking down her stomach and thighs, between her legs, and it was still pumping out as Shining Armor fought to stay conscious beneath her weight and that of his orgasm. Gilda loved the feeling of hot, creamy cum washing down her, and she even released his dick to let it splatter and coat her completely, raising her arms up, letting it wash over her shoulders and down her back, in her armpits and hair feathers, soaking her entire body in his steaming, blissful jizz.

Cadance always had a way of coming in at the most exciting moment, and Gilda knew that she'd no doubt be masturbating hard to this later. Even after eighteen years, the former princess still got off just as hard at the sight of her former husband fucking the bigger, more powerful griffoness, especially considering with how her love had changed him into a bigger stud than she'd ever had the chance to enjoy. Still, she came with towels, which was just what Gilda needed at the moment. She took it before waving Cadance away, wiping her eyes only for the moment, content to let the cum soak into her fur and feathers for a moment longer. Shining Armor didn't even notice she was there, and he had long since stopped caring or thinking much about her at all. Especially when the last shudders he gave were more like him fighting not to pass out rather than climax.

Gilda slid off of him and let him gasp for air, his eyes wild and his face and upper body a mess of her soaking wet juices. Gilda just laid back onto the bed, not bothering to cover up, stretching her up and reclining as Shining Armor slid right up beside her, resting his head on her cum-soaked tits, hugging up against her while his cock continued to throb and drool against her thigh.

"Thank you, Mistress," he sighed, fighting to catch his breath. "I love being your stud."

"Oh yeah?" Gilda said calmly, happy to fish for more praise.

Shining Armor kissed at her nipples, getting traces of milk and cum alike between his words. "Of course, Mistress. I love the taste of your pussy. I love cumming for you. I love giving you dozens and dozens of eggs, being your broodstud."

Gilda chuckled. Dozens was perhaps a bit of an exaggeration, but she replied anyway, "Well, don't get too cocky. After all, there is a new slab of cockmeat now, isn't there?"

Shining Armor slid up, turning his head to look up at her. "Mistress, do you really mean...?"

Gilda just raised an eyebrow. "Maybe," she said coyly. "The prisoner is awfully big. Maybe this year's egg won't even be yours." She reached out to stroke Shining Armor's horn playfully, threateningly. "Maybe I'll make Sombra use that big dick of his to put some eggs in me."

"Mistress..." Shining Armor said, clearly concerned, shivering with some strange combination of fear and perhaps arousal at the very thought.

Gilda released his horn to look back down at him. "Maybe," she repeated. "So maybe you better try your hardest to change my mind." She simply spread her legs apart, revealing her tight, muscular, sopping wet pussy and said, "Fuck me, cockmeat."

"Yes, Mistress!" Shining Armor clambered into position, shoving into her with his turgid erection eagerly, and once again the royal suite was filled with the raucous, wet, familiar noises of hot, sloppy, hardcore sex.