Gilda's Empire

Sex. Sex. Endless sex. It was all Sombra had known for the last month, but in truth he didn't know how long this had been going on. It felt like a lifetime. The crystal guard mares had returned for him, escorting him to the mares' barracks to take their turns with him. He was laid out on a bunk bend, surrounded by fit mares that would have made excellent harem mares when he was king, smirking and snickering at his naked form. Above him was a particularly strong mare, pastel blue with a glittering purple mane, her thighs sturdy and her stomach cut, bouncing on his cock as she rode him hard. Pleasure flooded his veins as her tight pussy gripped every last inch of his coal black shaft, and he groaned in mind-numbing delight. Yet the ring was still wrapped tight around the base of his cock, slowly growing him to more and more impressive sizes, his balls aching with the need for release that was prevented him. All he saw was the mare's pussy bouncing on his shaft, milking him, her hands gripping his muscular chest while he gripped her hips, slamming her down on his cock, desperate to try and cross the threshold into an impossible climax.

"Fuck, yes...! Mmm, you make a much better slut than a king," she groaned, Sombra's ears filled with the wet slapping sounds of her hips taking his cock to the hilt, his eyes trained on the sight of his stallionhood disappearing into her hot folds. The sensation was incredible, and yet try as he might, it was still lacking. These mares didn't make him feel small and helpless in the way that Gilda did. They didn't inspire his defiant rage to bring out the full extent of his virility like that bitchy griffoness. And the pussy just couldn't compare. He was still in suspended in the vicinity of climax, but not forced to the brink, pinned against the wall placed over his loins the way that Gilda forced him. And by now, he was convinced that no pussy would ever come that close ever again.

As part of his punishment, Queen Gilda had decided to throw Sombra to the wolves, so to speak. Plenty of mares wanted to have their revenge with the tyrant stallion who had enslaved them so long ago, and even more still couldn't resist the chance to take a ride on the hunky black stud being offered to them. So for the last thirty days, Sombra had been used a sex slave nearly nonstop for the Crystal Palace's females. The guard population had quite a number of them, and they were the ones most fond of putting him in his place and putting him to work. But the castle had a sizeable population of maids as well, and Sombra had found himself putting his cock to work to satisfy them whenever he wasn't with the guards. It was possible that some commoner mares had found their way onto his cock, but he had a hard time keeping track by now. Everything was just one big, sexy blur.

There was no denying now that Sombra had indeed been made into the Crystal Empire's personal slut. His cock had been inside far too many ponies to consider him anything less than a whore. But he didn't care. Lust burned inside him now, ignited every neuron in his brain, completely inundated with carnal delight. He no longer needed higher thought or dignity, he just needed to fuck. But even if he had far more balls than brains by now, he could never forget Gilda. How he hated her. How he missed her. How he wanted to fuck her senseless and how he wanted to beg her to fuck him again.

But Gilda never came. In her stead, it was just these guard mares, teasing him, squeezing his arms while he pounded their comrade hard, his eyes rolling as he was ridding like a cheap marketplace attraction. "Look at him go." "He's getting more hung every day." "You can tell he wants to cum so bad."

And how he did! He was on the cusp of climax practically every second he was awake, but by now he'd all but forgotten what an orgasm felt like. He could only remember the shadows of it, what it felt like to be close, to feel his balls ache and tighten and his cock clench and throb, but real climax was foreign to him. He knew pleasure - oh, how he knew the sweet bliss of pussy now more than ever! - but his need for more was and endless hunger.

He couldn't stop. His body demanded he continue, powered either by the magic cock ring or his own insatiable libido. Even if it was torture, he thrust his hips up into this mare, relishing every squeal and moan she gave until her fingers dug into his chest, gasping and crying out until she rammed her hips down onto his, taking every last inch as she writhed in climax. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes! Oh, Celestia!"

No sooner had the first guard finished than the next was clambering on top of him. "Alright, you had your fun, now it's my turn!" He saw his cock unsheathed from that first pussy, shining wet and bigger than ever, looking nothing like its original size, warped by the magic of the ring into a useful tool for the Crystal Empire's mares. He only had to be without the sweet warmth of pussy for a moment as another guard mare, a dark gray one, mounted him next, sheathing her cunt onto his shaft as both hissed with delight. "Fuck, that's a big one... Mmm, fuck yeah," she groaned as she started to ride him, and the pace resumed. Sombra's hips kept on pounding, his eyes rolling in heavenly delight, his balls screaming in pent-up agony.

The scenes bled together, flashing between one another, and Sombra had lost track of the moments between when he wasn't having sex. He couldn't remember eating or sleeping or doing anything else, but he couldn't forget the sex. The guard mare was riding him, and then she was cumming on top of him like her comrade. Each of the half dozen mares had their turn, riding him one after the other while they fondled his muscles and balls, teased him and dirty talked him. Then the captain came in, pinning his hands above his head with a pair of heavy cuffs, chaining him to the bed as she rode him cowgirl, appraising his size and his muscles while she climaxed. The other guard mares laughed at his desperate moans and listless, lusty gaze. The captain spun herself around to ride him reverse cowgirl, and Sombra was lost in her powerful asscheeks, but he knew they could never compare to the power of Queen Gilda's body.

The guard mares rode him all night. When this unit was done, another came in, and he thought some of them went back and forth through the room while he was lost in tight, hot, guard pussy, feeling them moan and climax on top of his beefy body and his meaty cock. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even come close to what Gilda had made him feel, and it maddened him.

Next he knew he was no longer in the barracks, but in some nicer bedroom somewhere else in the palace. It had been the first time he'd been in a real bed suitable for a stallion of his size, and he almost had the attention to appreciate the feeling of a soft mattress beneath his knees or a big, fluffy pillow to lay his head on. But instead, his attention was focused on the maid filly beneath him, the pink mare with her skirts hiked up high, her legs spread wide while he pounded down into her. It was the first time in a long time he could remember being allowed to top, and in some distant part of his mind, it occurred to him that there was nothing binding him now. No shackles, no chains, no cell doors or anything of that nature. He was free to leave if he so desired. But he didn't move from the spot. He just pinned the mare's wrists to the bed and fucked her.

"Yes...! Oh, yes, give it to me!" she gasped, writhing in ecstasy as he gave it his all. She seemed so small and weak beneath him, her arms slender in his strong grip, her form slight beneath his broad, powerful chest as sweat dripped down his brow and glistened along his back. Her uniform struggled to contain her breasts, and he gripped the hem of her top and yanked it down to free her pert little bosom, her nipple hard. She groaned again in delight as he sank down to it, wrapping his lips around the nub and suckling hard. Another delight that made his cock throb in bliss, but still these meager mounds were nothing compared to Queen Gilda's massive, milky udders.

Still, he growled in pleasure as he gave it his all, holding her beneath him as the bed rocked beneath the force of his pounding. The maid's eyes rolled in climax, and she cried out as it came, mixing with the sound of the bed and their slapping loins. "Yes! Yes! Just like that! Fuck me stud!" All the while, the maddening ache in his heavy nuts reminded him that the release could only be one-sided, yet he still felt some sort of satisfaction deeper in his performance. He was a stud, better in bed than he ever was on a throne, and he felt a sort of pride in that. Now if only Gilda could see that.

He withdrew from the maid, only to see her shakily roll away to her feet. Like clockwork, another maid was at the door to take her place, older, plumper, a buttery yellow mare eating up his naked, sweaty body with her eyes. "Alright, you've had your fun. Now it's my turn," she said. She sauntered toward him as the mares exchanged places, already discarding her uniform as she approached the bed. By the time she reached Sombra, her big body was already naked, and she took up her position, bent over, raising her big ass to him and lifting her tail to offer her plump, wet pussy to him. "You know what to do," was all she said, not a request, all but an order.

Sombra complied wordlessly. He took his place behind her, gripped her wide hips and obediently sank his dick to the hilt in her before beginning to pound her, making her big ass ripple as new pleasure flooded his veins once more. No time to catch his breath, but he hardly needed it. All he needed was sex, and to relieve the damnable pleasure in his loins. As he got to work, the mare beneath him groaned in utter bliss. "Ohh, that's good..." she said, more to herself than praising him.

And before he knew it he was out of the palace entirely, finding himself in a stable stall somewhere, his knees in the dirt as he pounded into some common mare. He couldn't even see her face, but he felt a harness around his face, a bit and bridle even, the metallic tang hot in his mouth as he watched his cock sink into more warm, fresh pussy. He was somewhere in town, seemingly on offer to the public, but he barely recalled how he ended up here. He was naked, dressed like some beast of burden rather than a proper stallion, let alone a king, but he performed his duties nonetheless. He wasn't tied up anywhere, and no one held his reins, but he complied with the symbol of his subservience anyway. After all, there was pussy to lay.

The mare beneath him hardly mattered. She would moan and climax, and then another would take her place. He'd fuck her brains out, and no sooner had she crawled out of the stable stall and his dick pulled free of her snatch with a wet slurp, throbbing and glistening hard in the still, musty air, did another mare take her place, bending over and allowing him to mount her, to service her with his big stallionhood. And after several long minutes of heavenly, agonizing non-release pounding her cunt did she climax, leave him hard and wanting, and another mare was presented to him. It was an endless buffet of sex, and somehow he got the sense that he was being offered to the public in this common barn, that there was a line outside, perhaps he was even being sold for a couple of bits a ride like some cheap whore. He didn't care. He couldn't refuse the call, couldn't resist the sight of a new, eager snatch to plow.

And on and on and on it went. Fucking the cook in the kitchen while soup was on the stove, on his back getting ridden by some more guards in the hedge maze, his fingers wrapped in Princess Cadance's mane while she deepthroated him and squeezed his aching balls, bending the librarian over her desk in the archives, strapped to the bench in a locker room while a team of griffonesses had their way with him, missionary, cowgirl, sideways, bent over, blowjobs, eating pussy, anal, vaginal, all of it a never-ending cacophony of endless sex that frayed at the edges of his mind, making him certain he would die of blue balls and making him wish it would never end. Sombra knew that it was sex torture in every sense of the word. He couldn't stop. He wanted it to stop. With every thrust, he was losing a part of himself, and yet he still couldn't get close to what he'd felt earlier.

Then he was brought face-to-face with Queen Gilda once more.

She spread her legs for him, her purple dress raising to reveal that goddess pussy once again, her big, muscular thighs leading down to that tight, drooling snatch while her tits above strained at her dress, wet spots of milk already showing in the fabric, just as before. He felt his heart stop.

"Come on, cockmeat. Get to work," she ordered him.

Sombra couldn't say a word. He moved the second he heard her command. He surged forward, gripping her calves in his hands and immediately plunging his cock deep inside of her with a gushing, hot squelch.

"Ohh, heavens, yes!" he cried out as he felt the surge of immaculate pleasure flood his massive dick once again. Her pussy handled him like no other female's could, tight and hot, sopping wet and squeezing every last inch of him, built to take him and a dream to plow. He didn't have to hold back, and there was no resistance as his naked hips plowed forward, pounding hard, working his ass as his nuts slapped against hers. He roared again with delight. This was what he wanted. He was going to cum.

Except the ring prevented him. He felt its grip keenly on the base of his cock, his nuts still heavy with unspent seed. He was so close once again, reveling in that awesome feeling of being so on the edge as Gilda's body rocked with his forceful pounding, a cocky smirk on her face the entire time. He couldn't stop himself, though. This was where he'd wanted to be for days, weeks, perhaps even months now. All he'd been able to think about since his first encounter with her was how badly he wanted to cum. Now he had another chance to get close, to even dare approach the forbidden peak.

The noises of sex filled his ears, wet slapping flesh, heavy breathing and grunts, sweat pouring down his body as juices trickled down his shaft and balls in hot rivulets. It was perfect. He was certain somehow that this would kill him, that his unmet need to cum would shut down every last bit of his body once the agony became too much. But it was all he wanted, just to feel this pussy again, to see that bitchy griffoness grin so smugly up at him while he served her, fucked her, gave his cock to her like she wanted.

"Mmm, that's a good little slut," she taunted, even as her whole body rocked with his thrusts, her tits heaving and bouncing out of her dress with the momentum, milk leaking down her rack in soft dribbles. "Look at you. When I first came here, everypony was so afraid of the big bad King Sombra. But now you're nothing but a cheap, stupid whore."

Laughter. Sombra heard a bit of laughter. He could barely look away, but only now were the details starting to come to him. Gilda was sitting on her throne. He didn't look behind him, but he didn't need to; he was in the throne room. Court was in session, meaning hundreds if not thousands of the Crystal Empire's subjects were watching him fuck their queen right in the open. Even with his foggy memories of the last several weeks, he was certain he'd never been put on display for such a large audience before, rendered naked and forced to show his body off for the public, the privacy of sexual intimacy blown open for all the public to see the fearsome tyrant in the throes of coital bliss. They could see the rhythm of his thrusting, see the sweat glisten on his muscles, hear his strained grunts of pleasure and moans of need. He'd never been so vulnerable in his life, and yet he didn't stop.

Gilda had turned him into a cheap, stupid whore. But perhaps that was what he had been all along. He'd succumbed to the greatest of hubris in thinking that he could be king. Instead, he was meant to be nothing more than a walking cock.

"Nnnng... Fuck you, Gilda!" he bellowed, but even the gathered subjects could hear that his resolve was fading, that he was feeling more pleasure than rage, and certainly he didn't miss a beat in fucking her wet snatch for a moment.

Gilda heard it too. With that savage grin, she pushed him away with a foot on his chest, his cock sliding out of her with a wet slurp, and he stood naked now before the throne. He saw the ponies and griffons around him, the throne room packed from wall to wall with the public's prying eyes. He saw the crown prince and his pony princess pinned to his side. And he saw the near-naked Shining Armor at Gilda's other side, watching with some interest and wearing a genuine smile, his eyes looking into Sombra's and seeing a kindred spirit. It infuriated Sombra. But he feared it as well, and he knew exactly why.

"Look at yourself," Gilda taunted him. "You thought you could resist me. But look at what I've made you. The Crystal Ponies feared you, dared not even speak your name before I showed up. Now they love you. They love seeing what a stupid, horny slut the fearsome King Sombra has become. They know you can't resist me. No pony can. So give it up." Sombra felt an icy chill grip him from the tip of his horn to the depths of his balls as Gilda looked him right in the eye. "Swear to me."

Sombra opened his mouth to protest, to insult her and defy her again. "I swear," he started, "to serve you as your concubine. Your personal slut and public whore. Your cockmeat, forever and always." The words came out on their own, but he couldn't stop them. He felt a deep hollowness in his chest.

"Good boy," Gilda said as she barked a laugh. She reached out, her talons suddenly gripping the base of his cock, and he briefly feared for his nuts. But then, with a simple yank, she removed the cock ring from his junk, which surged forward with a new hardness. Sombra's heart pounded in his chest. This was it. Gilda just leaned back in her throne, crossing her legs, her tight pussy exposed between her sturdy thighs, and folded her arms under her heaving, leaking tits. "Now get back to work you stupid cockmeat."

Sombra felt his heart leap. "Yes, my queen...!" he gasped. He felt the surge of excited gasps as he moved forward, gripping Gilda's hips and plunged himself back into her pussy. "OH, FUCK YES!" he screamed in delight. Not only was her griffon snatch much tighter in this position, squeezed by her thighs around his thick rod as his flare had to force its way to the depths in her with another wet squelch and a gush of juices, but the pleasure was now completely uninhibited. He could feel the difference, feel his ability to cum restored to him. He couldn't contain himself a moment longer.

Sombra jackhammered Gilda with everything he had. All buzzing talk and whistles and jeers in the throne room were drowned out by the sound of his hips smacking Gilda's ass, his cock slurping into her cunt, and the wild, uninhibited moans of pure bliss that spilled from his throat. He couldn't stop himself. The pleasure was blinding, his vision going blurry as his mouth hung open in heavy pants. He'd never felt sex even close to this good before, a rapture that he could have never imagined. The sex rendered him dumb with ecstasy, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, drooling over himself as his eyes swam listlessly in their sockets while his hips pounded, his arms clenched powerfully gripping Gilda's body, and his cock throbbed harder and harder, his flare swelling and expanding, and his balls finally drawing upward in preparation of the inevitable.

"OHH YES! OHH I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM! YES! YES! OHHHH I'M...! I'M...!" Sombra roared, no longer sounding like the fearsome, dignified tyrant worthy of awe and respect. To Gilda and the rest of the Crystal Empire, he sounded like the most perfect little man-whore as he screamed at the top of his lungs, "I'M CUMMING! AIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!"

Sombra shoved himself balls-deep inside Gilda's cunt, and the nation watched as those hefty nuts between his thighs heaved upward, tensed, and then exploded with a blast of pent-up jizz like no one had ever seen before, griffon or pony. It blasted out from between their legs, no doubt filling Gilda's womb instantly, spewing and gushing as Gilda gripped Sombra's arms in her own cocky, satisfied climax. Even after the base of the throne and their hips were splattered, Sombra's cum didn't stop, pumping out of him, into Gilda's body, drooling and pooling on the floor beneath them while Sombra's body was wracked with shuddering waves of the most intense climax of his life. He saw the call of destiny itself in that orgasm, and soon the Empire did too.

All watched as a glow formed on Sombra's hip, and the stallion who before didn't have a cutie mark began to show an image, melting into existence on his flank: his towering black and red horn rising above a pair of two black orbs that were clearly the two very balls between his thighs. A phallic cutie mark that matched that of King Consort Shining Armor, and those gathered were amazed to think that now there was not just one, but two stud stallions bound to Gilda's service for all time.

"Nice mark, cockmeat," Gilda taunted when Sombra came down from his orgasm. He looked at his hip and saw the image emblazoned there. The old Sombra would have been insulted to think his destiny began and ended with his balls, let alone that he was meant to serve this arrogant griffon queen. But now that he saw it, it felt so right. Everything made sense now, and he felt foolish, having wasted so much of his life on the pursuit of a false destiny.

But then Shining Armor was at his side, the beefy white stallion patting him warmly on the back. "Welcome to the family, Sombra," he said.

Gilda didn't let the welcome linger. "Yeah. Now fuck me again."

"Yes, my queen," Sombra said proudly, the words rumbling through his whole chest. With his cock still sheathed in Gilda's tight cunt, all he had to do was pump his hips forward and resume fucking her, giving it his all as his hips slapped against her cum-slathered ass while he churned the last load deep within her womb to a frothy, creamy mixture of their juices, ready to pump her full of another one.

The Crystal Empire cheered at the sight of the new day, their old nemesis defeated and taking his place beneath Gilda. They watched in celebration as the muscular black stallion pounded away at their queen, standing mark-to-mark with King Consort Shining Armor as Gilda pulled off his codpiece to let his own massive cock flop out, blowing him with deep, eager relish while Sombra watched his once-rival and hated enemy get his dick sucked by his new queen, fucking her as hard as he could all the while.

Both stallions climaxed at the same time, roaring in ecstatic bliss side by side as their cum filled Queen Gilda's hungry holes, spilling out of her stuffed body and mixing together at their feet into one single pool of royal jizz.