Presence of Mind, Absence of Body

Twilight is chained to the “X” today. She likes the “X”. She can lean back into it and almost relax. Not entirely, she doesn’t ever get to relax entirely.

She looks down at the large glass suction cups over her breasts as each giant cup pulls at them again and again. It hurts like hell, but after a lot of skin cream and regular breast massages she can see the results. Her tits are, in fact, slightly bigger than they were a few days ago. The only side effect is that her nipples are now huge and strangely elongated from the near constant suction, not that Sombra seems to mind. If anything he likes playing with them even more.

There is a similar device, though much smaller, attached to her clit. It doesn’t hurt as bad but it frequently drives her… to the edge. Her clit is now too big to fit under her clitoral hood. She doubts she’ll ever be able to comfortably wear underwear without her clit rubbing against the fabric again. On the plus side, any time he presses his body up against hers it feels so good to grind against him…

The other toy she’s been left with is the weighted dildo. She’s holding it in her pussy. If she manages to hold it in her pussy all day, then when Sombra comes by at night she’ll get real food. If she doesn’t, then it’s another dinner of cum. That’s the big reason she’s been frustrated with the clit suction cup lately. Sometimes it brought her further than just the edge, and she’d drop the weighted dildo in her… debauchery.

He has a spell that makes his ejaculate voluminous, and, well, she is growing very used to the taste of his cum. She is worried it is doing things to her digestive system. She hasn’t had a proper bowel movement in days. Her most pressing concerns now are completely alien to anything she might have been worried about a moon ago.

Twilight sags in her bindings. It’s hasn’t even been one full moon. She has twenty nine and some change left. She honestly has no idea how many times he’s raped her. Every night since the first was a whirlwind of horrific and debauched sex acts. No “cock inside pussy” sex just yet, but anything and everything else. She tried to skirt the rules last night by begging him to fuck her in the ass.

He almost considered it.

Then he had her ride a Sybian for an hour while not allowed to cum. It had been actual torture, her mind fighting the impossible effects of the giant ride-able toy. After she’d eventually failed to hold herself back, she had sucked him off. The rest of the night he’d been… forceful. They worked through half the toys she knew, and a smattering of particularly painful new ones as her punishment.

The memories of last night burn through her mind, causing her to blush as the clit sucker tingles warmly. She squeezes the dildo. God she’s sick of this. She needs to escape somehow; she knows that… but a more primal voice in her mind just wants him to push her to the ground and fill her with his cock. Then they can cuddle and sleep together once he cums in her pussy. She hasn’t had a proper night’s sleep since she got here, and she’s sure the exhaustion is making her even more crazy. She’s desperate for everything to just stop for a moment.

She doesn’t care anymore. She’s made that very clear to him. She’s accepted it herself. They both know that she’s his toy. She has been since she surrendered. They don’t exactly have secrets from each other. Aside from her name, she supposes. And everything about her role in Equestria. And her personal life in general. He’s surprisingly uninterested in anything to do with Equestria at all. But the ways he’s made her cum have crossed nearly every taboo she ever thought she had in regards to sex, and so many more she’d never considered.

Twilight now understands that she’s a very sexual mare. Even if she escapes, some of the things he’s done to her are things she might…

Her clit machine suckles hard and she quivers. She can fight it; usually

Instead of focusing, she’s distracted by the tit sucking machines. Something is feeling weirdly good in her left tit. Morbidly she watches as it pulses in the machine, pulling away from her as it’s sucked on in the glass cup. She forgets to fight the pulsing clit machine and the pleasurable seed grows too big. She holds it down, but now it wont go away.

It tingles. The only way to fix this is to cum. She knows that. She knows that incredibly well by now.

Her tit feels weird again, like it’s bulging with something inside that needs to get out. Curiously, she watches as it stretches, squeezes, and then feels even more strangely pleasurable. The feeling distracts her as the clit machine sucks hard.

Fuck… she can’t stop it.

Twilight keeps her mouth shut, hoping this is a small one as she relishes the temporary relief from the monotony. Her body clenches and quivers, squeezing the dildo tightly. Something leaks out of her left tit. It’s whitish yellow and thick. The excretion feels good, pleasurable like she’s squeezing herself dry. She shakes, and quivers, and then there’s a thud.

She’s dropped the weight.

“Fuck…” she laments.

Her disappointment fades quickly. She’d likely be sucking his dick anyways, and she knows it. Sighing, she looks around the dungeon. Sombra’s nowhere to be seen. Presumably he’s busy with his other hobby, actual fucking magic.

A slow burn of jealousy fills her. She’s so very bored lately. At first it had been terrifying. She’d been angry, confused, sometimes violent, always sad, a little depressed… just generally not in a good place. But now, well, it’s only been a few days but she’s comfortable in their routine and relationship. Sombra truly doesn’t care how she feels about him, which gives her plenty of opportunity to tell him exactly how terrible of a person he is.

He also is weirdly comfortably in that fact. None of this is news to him. At first she was shocked that he didn’t want to be a better person. Now neither of them care.

She hasn’t been hurt, well, seriously… much. But he has taken samples from her for his study. Hair, blood, toenails, saliva, ejaculate, the usual. He says they are all human at first glance, but react oddly with his magical detection equipment.

Twilight has tried to tell him time and time again that it’s because she’s a unicorn, and he’s just now starting to believe her.

It’s odd. At first she wanted to defeat him. To do anything in her power to bring him down. Then she wanted revenge for what he’d done to her. She’d been so angry about it all for a few days. Now though? She’d be happy just to leave. She wants to go home so badly. She wants a daisy sandwich and a book. She dreams of a spa day with the girls. She would kill to hear one of Pinkie’s nonsense stories.

Of course, he’s not going to let her leave. He’s still bitter about his last cult. She isn’t afraid to call it one either, even if he doesn’t. He used blackmail and his magic to ensorcel a bunch of humans and make them do sex stuff in his dungeon. Like her, except she hadn’t been blackmailed the same way.

She’d been kidnapped. She also was growing very resistant to his magic over time while the humans only grew more under his thrall. The fear had no effect on her anymore at all. What was left for her to be afraid of? Even more so, she usually saw through his smokey illusions now without even trying. Even his burning hands had little effect on her.

He could still force her to talk when he wanted, but that usually only happened when he thought to interrogate her. And that was only about her immediate sexual situation somehow. Never anything she might consider “useful.”

She sort of understands him now, actually, and could almost see herself being his friend. Aside from his complete lack of morality, crippling sex addiction, dark magic addiction, abject cruelty, megalomania, and narcissism, he’s almost an okay guy.

He is surprisingly intelligent about psychology, biology, magic, and machines. All of which are complicated and nuanced topics. Not to mention he’s very good looking. Yeah, his green eyes are off-putting, but the rest of him is truly cut from the marble of an ancient pegasi god—when he’s not wrapped in smoke. And he is an exceptionally attentive, if aggressive, lover. He never fails to consider Twilight’s experience. Not that he necessarily wants her to have a good experience. But he is always thinking about her experience! And that is something to be grateful for.

Twilight bites her lip, wondering if he is going to be angry or pleased that she has to drink his cum for dinner. She supposes it doesn’t matter. Either way, she’s going to suck his cock for ten awkward minutes, drinking from it like it’s the world’s most obscene straw. After that humiliation is over and she has a belly full of cum, he’ll find something in the dungeon to play with. And then she’ll have to cum for his enjoyment.

And she’ll cum again. And again. And again. And then she’ll lose count, and probably consciousness at some point. It’s usually at about four serious ones when she starts to black, or white, out. Then it’s a horrible half conscious nightmare of positions and toys and games that all end with her pussy as a hot, burning mess and her body as a shaking, helpless shell of pain.

Maybe she can convince him to play the spanking game with her tonight, like they had on the first day. She’s probably much, much better at it.

Sombra stands in front of her, an angry looking smokey mass, while she sighs. “Yeah, I dropped it.”

A smoking tendril shoots down and picks up the dildo, while another turns off the tit sucking machine. His voice permeates her senses, feeling like a pressure forcing her down. “You really are terrible at this.”

Twilight nods her head in agreement. Sombra’s smoke pulls the clit enlarger off her with a loud slurp, and she winces in relief as the pain is replaced with the sensation of cool air. Her tits hurt like hell, and her engorged clit aches strangely, but they are free for a few minutes. At least until he starts their play time. After her relaxed sigh of relief, she explains.

“This time I got distracted. I think some colostrum was coming out of my nipple and…”

Sombra interrupts, his face becoming clear in the dark shadow, “Colostrum?”

She smiles, happy to educate him. “Yes, the pre-breast milk excretion that most mammals have when pregnant. It usually goes away when…”

Sombra doesn’t wait for her to finish. “So the hormones are working. You’re beginning to leak.”

Twilight nods. “I guess. I’ve never had milk before so it was a new experience and it distracted me enough that the clit enlarger really had its way with me, which caused me to…”

His voice is abrupt, but he looks confused. “You are very talkative today.”

Twilight looks at him and bares her soul with language he’ll understand.

“I am so incredibly fucking bored.”

Sombra blinks. “Bored? What?”

She nods, frowning. “I’m strapped in one spot for most of the day. I have nothing to read. No one to talk to. Just a couple of sex toys, and I always drop one. It’s… not exactly an intellectually stimulating environment. The only reprieve is when you deign to visit, so I have to get my talking in when I can.”

Sombra furrows his brow in confusion. Most of the smoke dissipates, and he’s left standing with crossed arms and a curious gaze. “What are you?”

She sighs. “I told you, I’m a pony. I was born a unicorn, ascended to an alicorn, and have lived my life as one since. I’m a researcher. I’m a student. I’m a princess. I’m an element. I’m a…”

“No, I mean… most women would be a gibbering mess by now. I use you all night. I know I break you every night. And yet, every day you seem right as rain. You hardly sleep. I leave you alone through the day because I expect you to sleep.” He sounds utterly confused.

She glares at him, the frustration rising. “Oh. So you never intended me to hold the dildo in? I know this is all a game to you, but a game is only fun if there’s some element of chance involved. Rigging it every time is hardly what I’d call…”

He shouts, “This is absurd! You are my sex slave, why am I arguing wi…”

Twilight shouts back, now truly angry. “Sex slave? What kind of sex slave never has sex? You’re just obsessed with your obscene games and spells. I’m a nerd. I understand weird fixations. But I don’t hide them! I like books. A lot. I don’t like comics at all. You like your weird BDSM stuff a lot. But you don’t like sex. And that’s fine, if you fucking just admit it! Instead you parade around like some…”

Sombra slams his actual hand onto the metal X with a loud clang, resting it next to hers as he dangerously flexes in anger. He looks entirely solid, and there isn’t a trace of smoke to be seen around him. “Excuse me? Are you actually calling me, me a sex-less nerd?”

He’s inches from her face, leaning in and glaring furiously. His eyes are glowing intensely, trying to magically drive fear into her.

She doesn’t give a fuck.

“Because from what I’ve seen, you are! You’ve got all this weird stuff tucked away, all these weird devices that are suspiciously clean, and a… ”

Sombra seems offended. “I can’t believe this! My toys are clean because I’m not an animal and I fucking take care of them! I keep them organized, categorized, and spotless. They are here so no one…”

Twilight snorts and rolls her eyes. “Please. I bet you never even had a cult.” She smirks, suddenly feeling vindictive. Her voice drops low. “You know… ponies worship me. I discourage it, of course, but I know for a fact that ponies have prayed to…”

“Are you fucking serious right now? Of course I had a cult! It was twenty seven people and it was all over the news and I had to…”

Twilight’s smirk only grows more arrogant as he talks. He just admitted it was a ‘cult.’ She smiles wide.

His voice trails off and he glares at her in concern. “What are you so fucking smug about?”

She keeps her shit eating grin. Her heart is pounding and she hasn’t been this pleased with herself in days—heck, maybe moons. “Some ponies call out my name when they cum. Just a few though, probably only a few thousand so fa…”

He stares at her. His response is cold. “You lying fuck.”

She frowns. “Me? You’re the one lying about having a cult. I’ve only told you the truth. You just don’t want to believe me because your ego is a thousand times larger than your coc…”

He shouts, anger and disbelief apparent on his face. “I had a sex cult! You are my sex slave! I like sex! I had lots of sex!”

Twilight snickers. He sounds like a bragging colt, barely out of puberty. “I call horseapples. I’ve been begging you to fuck me, and we both know I’m serious. I’ll admit that you’re extremely disturbingly good at your weird hobby, but that’s all I’ve seen. Show me that you’ll fuck me, and I’ll admit I’m wrong. I’m not too proud for that, as you well know by now.”

He stares at her, searching her eyes as some thought changes behind his.

She frowns. His intense and far too human gaze makes her feel embarrassed somehow. She looks downward to avoid his eyes. He’s trying to know her in a new way, and it makes her uncomfortable. She mutters, “I’m naive. Not stupid.”

He reaches up and unclips her arm. She watches curiously as he unclips the other. He glances at her, seemingly unsure. “Don’t do anything.”

She continues to watch as he crouches down and unties her ankle, letting her stand freely for the first time since this morning. He reaches for her other ankle, and she grabs her wrist in her own hand, rubbing it.

His neck is right there, exposed and under her while he focuses on the knot. She could bash him right now. It might actually work—he’s solid right now.

She doesn’t. She knows it’s a bad idea.

He finishes untying her leg, and she stumbles slightly as she stands up proper. She raises an eyebrow, feeling as unsure as he stands up and looks her over intently.

“What’s this?”

He shrugs. “I haven’t caught you lying to me yet. I know you’re a creature of some kind, I’ve confirmed it in my lab. You might as well be a unicorn.”

Twilight’s eyes go wide. “You have a lab?”

Sombra raises an eyebrow. “Yes. How did you think I was testing your composition?”

She blushes, slightly embarrassed. “Spells? A thaumatic study maybe?”

He snorts. “Interesting. I’ll have to ask you more about that later, Princess.”

She feels odd. She’s walked freely before, but only to go to the bathroom; where he would hold her hand and watch as she relieved herself. Which was admittedly super awkward. But now they’re just standing there, and it’s almost as awkward.

She shuffles nervously on her bare feet. “So, uh, what are we going to do now?”

He grabs her wrist, but not too tightly. His hand is warm, but not burning. “I’m going to take you to the bed and treat you like a sex slave.”

She smiles nervously, unsure of what to say. “I see.”

He grins slightly. “Unless you’d rather I practice my hobby tonight. I’d be happy to put you in the stockade. I have a whole selection of crops, whips, and flogs you haven’t experienced yet.”

Twilight bites her lip, then glances toward the stockade. She hasn’t been put in that one yet. It looks particularly unpleasant. Her eyes drift back to him. He’s definitely interested. She shivers oddly, unsure if she’s intrigued by the idea or not. Her inner thighs feel warm. “Um, no thanks. Please don’t?”

He easily pulls her forward, wrapping an arm around her back and pressing her naked body against his clothed one. Her tits sting against his rough shirt, and she shudders. “That’s not very convincing, Princess.”

She feels her heart race and her face flush as she looks into his eyes. It must be fear. How odd. She was sure she was immune to that by now. Her voice is low and tender. It feels desperate, but that’s only because she is. “Please fuck my pussy with your cock until you cum.”

Sombra smirks. “My little puppy is learning to beg.”

She sucks in a breath as he picks her up easily, cradling her like a small child. She’s startled at how little he struggles to lift her, it’s as though she’s made of paper. His arms are thick, and it doesn’t take him long to cross the dungeon. They stop at the foot of the bed, and she feels his arms tense.

She’s surprised when he throws her onto the bed, causing her to almost bounce as she lands on her back. The mattress is soft, and the sheets are clean. It smells vaguely like some non-specific flower. The bedding has been washed sometime recently. The thought is distracting. She runs her hands over the tightly made bed, feeling the fluffy duvet. It’s far, far more luxurious than being strapped to a metal frame.

Sombra doesn’t say anything as he strips his clothes off, watching her carefully.

Twilight watches him drop his clothes. First his shirt comes off, revealing his shoulders. Then he strips off his undershirt, and she can see his pectoral muscles flex. They’re distracting, stealing her attention as she misses him unbutton his pants. By the time she looks down, he’s already in his underwear.

And then he’s not.

His cock hangs freely between his legs. Oddly, he’s already erect. Usually he starts off soft and she has to work him up with her mouth. Something about the situation makes her feel warmer than usual. She licks her lips, tracing the soft flesh with her tongue. He doesn’t smile or smirk like usual. If anything, he’s seemingly emotionless.

She’s sitting up, but as he climbs on the bed he slowly pushes her down. He doesn’t say anything, but neither does she. He also doesn’t hesitate.

Without any fanfare, he descends upon her like a hungry animal. His teeth gently pull on her lips, and she opens them. She doesn’t resist when he kisses her.

She knows better.

Their bodies press together, and she feels his cock between them, resting on her stomach. He’s harder than he’s felt before. He’s hotter, but it’s not painful. His weight presses her into the bed, and she sinks into it under his weight and his kiss.

She’s trapped underneath, not that she minds. It’s a thousand times more comfortable than being pressed against one of the hard metal frames she’s spent the last couple of weeks on. His body burns against her, and his tongue is inside of her. She kisses him back, embracing him with her mouth and with her arms as she reaches around him. He stops her, grabbing her hands in his own, entwining his fingers with her.

It’s odd. She grips him back, squeezing his hands. They feel… normal?

The strange kiss continues as he shoves his tongue slightly deeper, putting more of it in her mouth. She shivers at the invasion, rubbing it with her own tongue. It’s sensual, it’s hot, and it’s wet. Their spit mixes in her mouth, and she swallows it. It doesn’t bother her. She’s swallowed plenty of him already, and knows she’s going to eat plenty more. It’s hardly the first time he’s kissed her.

He lifts her arms above her head, pinning them upward and in the bed.

She almost laughs.

Of course he would pin her arms. He’s not letting her think she has an ounce of control over her own body.

He slowly thrust his cock against her belly, grinding his skin against hers as his balls slap wetly against her pussy. Her clit tingles as it’s rubbed vigorously in the process. Her nipples burn nicely as they rub helplessly against Sombra’s flesh.

Even if she wanted to fight him, she couldn’t. The thought makes her tingle. He’s already done so much to her. He’s had her in every other way that matters, and he knows her unlike any… one else. She moans into his mouth, relishing how he swallows it.

Each time his balls slap against her pussy it tingles, reminding her of the pussy spanking she got on the first night. How wonderfully enlightening that lesson had been. He slides his knees gently between hers, and starts to force her legs to open with a slow but unstoppable strength.

She shivers helplessly. She’s already half gone. Her clit is tingling, her nipples are warm and squished by him, her tongue is slave to his, her hands are pinned above her head, and her legs are being spread wide.

He doesn’t even stop kissing her as he puts both of her hands into one of his. She gently tests the strength, finding that his one hand easily holds her two captive. He exhales into her with a groan and she breathes it in, relishing the smokey tasting exhalation that he always uses to claim her.

Twilight is dizzy. Sombra leaves her gasping for air as he leans upward and pulls out of the kiss. He slides his hand down her body, giving her tit a firm grab along the way.

She’s pinned with her arms above her head, her legs spread helplessly, and his arm sliding further down her body.

His voice is low and commanding, and actually comes from his mouth. It sends a primal shudder down her spine. “Don’t move your hands.”

She whispers, “Okay…”

He sits upwards, freeing his cock from in between them and sliding his hand down her arms. Her hands are left stretching upwards, but she doesn’t move them. She’s being good. She wants to be good. He leans upward further, propping himself up by placing his hand next to her neck. His other hand drops lower.

She feels it slide under his cock, and touch her clit. A familiar jolt runs through her and she smiles at the sensation. They’re both acting strange. Usually he just does things to her while she begs him to stop until she can’t anymore; but right now he’s being slow and she’s being…

Like this.

She’s not usually smiling like this until after he breaks her. He always breaks her. But it usually takes a few forced orgasms before her mind devolves into his eagerly lustful plaything. Is she starting out broken tonight? Or is this something else? She’s coherent right now and not the stinging wet and disoriented mess she usually is when she begs him for more with burning tears in her eyes.

Sombra’s voice is low. “Let’s make this memorable. Don’t cum until I’m inside of you.”

She nods, unsure if she trusts her voice.

His hand is warm as it presses into her clit. Twilight shivers as it causes an erotic spark of pleasure. Her clit is sore from a day of being suckled and stretched, but his touch makes it sing. She can’t help it. He’s trained her well, and he’s learned too much about her. His fingers are one of her weaknesses; they’re firm and strong, and he demonstrates it again and again.

Her hands twitch in time with Sombra’s stroking. Her breathing is already labored, but her tits are heaving in the same cadence. Everything is happening at his rhythm. She shudders, feeling his weight shifting as he slides his body downward.

Her eyes are focused on his, soaking in their strange glow. He looks serious. His face is focused and his gaze is hungry. He’s not smiling at all, instead he’s intense. She shivers, letting him see her eyes as the pleasure from her clit begins to shock her.

He wants to know what he’s doing to her, and she wants him to see it happen. Tonight, she needs him to know. Her eyes don’t blink as her breathing grows more intense. He narrows his eyes, leaning downward as his finger switches from rhythmically pressing on her clit to flicking it from side to side.

She moans, and her legs twitch. She presses upwards and into him. He knows this quickly makes her cum. He knows that very well by now. She wants to grab him, to pull him down into her, but she keeps her hands pinned above her head like she was told.

It’s too hot. It’s too much and she knows it. She bites her lip, trying to keep the sensation back. Her nipples tingle for some reason. Her hips start to move, rolling into his hand to provide more range of motion. He’s relentless and she shivers.

Her legs shake. She bites harder. Her hands ball into fists, clenching tightly as she forces them deeper into the bed. Her body needs this. She feels the tell tale wetness leaking from her pussy. Her breathing gets harder as she loses focus on it.

He’s watching her. She’s fighting it. She shows him how hard she can fight. She forces the feeling back even as he feeds kindling to her fire. Her stomach is taught, whip tight as she struggles. Twilight feels it happening, her little fire growing too large too fast.

She can’t stop it. She feels his cock on her stomach. She feels his balls against her pussy. She starts to hear a wet slap, then a lewd slippery sound as Sombra’s fingers grow faster and more intense as they command her to feel them.

He presses harder as he finger bangs her clit. She’s losing control and she knows it. Her eyes grow desperate, and she’s at her limit. She stops breathing, the only noise she makes is a pained moan.

She can’t move. It’s too risky. Any little motion and she’ll cum. Sombra ignores her distress, his fingers relentless.

“Please…” She whispers. Her voice is wet. Is she broken? She’s begging, and she means it. Something about this is more intimate than usual. She feels strangely shy.

He doesn’t answer immediately, and the pause is almost too much for her. She twitches, her whole body clenching before she stops it and whines. His eyes are penetrating her.

He sees her and he knows her. There’s nowhere for her timid fear of being broken to hide.

“Beg, Princess.” His voice is calm and cruel. It makes her bite her lip harder before she sucks in a panicked breath.

Her own voice is a desperate stream of words that she forces out in one rushed breath.

“Please! Fuck me. Mate me. I need your cock in my pussy. I need your cock. Please mate… fuck… me… mate…” She blinks, feeling it overwhelm her. She used the wrong words. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t think he does.

She shivers. He’s not inside.

She whimpers, shaking her head in a terrified panic. “No no no n ono onononnonooooo….”

Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Equestria, Alicorn of Friendship, Element of Magic isn’t strong enough.

Sombra is watching. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down.

Twilight panics, and squeezes her pussy desperately. She wants to let Sombra watch, to truly know her, but his eyes are too much. The world is turning white. Twilight can’t stop it from happening. She can only hold off the storm. She screams at him, furrowing her brow and forcing short, quick breaths.

It’s not romantic, but it gets the job done. Twilight grunts in time with his thrusts, matching them with her chest as she wills the pleasure down through grit teeth. She can’t speak. She can’t move. All she can do is breathe and focus. But it works.

Sombra finally smiles, sliding the hand by her neck to under her head. He flips it around and grabs the back of her head through her hair, resting them both on the back of his hand.

He stops flicking her clit, and draws his hips back.

Twilight keeps grunting.

Sombra lowers his head so he’s right in front of her face. His eyes are glowing and he’s smiling.

“Good dog.”

He enters slowly, his rock hard cock finding no resistance. She spreads herself wider for him, desperate to feel him inside of her. The sensation of him entering her is not much different than a dildo, but he’s warmer.

Much warmer.

Her grunting stops, and Sombra slides his hand over her clit and…

Twilight sees white. The fire burns her as it flares up inside. She knows he’s watching. He’s holding her head still. Her body clenches and quivers, shuddering helplessly under Sombra’s weight while he firmly grips her head in place as she shakes.

The warm, familiar feeling is crushing her in a wonderful way. She’s full, so full, and her pussy grips him. Her hands slam into the bed, and her words are nothing but a guttural moan.

Is this a victory of some kind? Wetness soaks her legs and the bed as she squirts. His cock is rubbing her squirt spot, and she isn’t in any state of mind to control it. She gurgles happily.

Her eyes flutter, and her legs are wide and kicking. Sombra grunts and her mouth is filled with his hand. It tastes like her.

She licks it uncontrollably, desperate to feel and taste more of him. It’s erotic in a new and consuming way as she hungrily licks him. Her arms are pinned by something. Her body is pinned by him. Her legs are in the air, kicking and then squeezing, and then kicking again. He grabs her tongue, and gently pulls it out of her mouth.

She’s wants to be a good sex slave. The thought is almost as electric as the orgasm itself. She shudders again, feeling him deep inside of her. She shelves the realization for later, adding it to her library of things not to properly think about.

Sombra ignores her orgasm, sliding his cock into and out of her at his own pace. Her clit is mashed as he rams into it. Her breathing is labored as she licks and sucks his hand. Her hands squirm above her head, their reason for being there forgotten but the rule remembered. She’s filled with real, living cock.

Sombra’s cock. It’s warm and hot and slick and big and hard and rough and relentless and filling and so very filling and… it… feels…

She groans around his fingers as she reminds herself that cumming is all in the mind.

Twilight can’t help it. She’s his now. She shivers and shudders as Sombra continues to pound into her, slamming his cock deep and mashing into her clit. Her face is covered in her own drool and she can’t breath as her body celebrates her continued carnal submission.

He doesn’t stop. He fucks her without mercy and any time she starts to think real thoughts her brain and body immediately pull her under, reminding her that she has one task right now. Twilight doesn't need to do anything but cum and she knows it. She’s good at it. She’s practiced and studied and she’s a good student. There’s nothing to worry about. There’s nothing to fret.

She cums under his cock and under his stare. He knows what she’s doing. What she’s thinking. What she’s not thinking. He knows exactly what she’s not going to think about ever again as her eyes guiltily admit that she wants him while she hungrily suckles his fingers and her pussy squeezes and squirts hot fluid around his cock.

He pulls his hand out of her mouth and uses the one under her head to pull her hair, tilting her head backward so she can’t see him. The pain shocks her in a nice way, and the sensation of her head being forced by him makes her groan.

He puts his face in her neck, and he licks it. His warm, wet tongue draws a hot circle over her throat. He scrapes his teeth across her skin. He kisses her, suckling her neck.

Twilight gurgles blissfully. She can’t think as what’s left of her mind melts. The constant stream of euphoria isn’t just orgasms. Not exactly. It’s just… bliss. She doesn’t know how long the strange meditation lasts, but she’s unaware of anything else.

She feels him use her, filling her pussy with his cock and nibbling and suckling her neck. She feels him bite her hard and she’s shocked with pain, but not unpleasantly.

He thrusts deep, holding himself inside of her. He quivers. She moans. He throbs inside of her.

Twilight is filled.

The primal need within her gloats. The deed is done. All this other pleasure was just to get her filled with his cum. A traitorous voice reminds her that he’s a strong, and powerful male; whose seed is now inside of her. An ancient dance of survival, the first thing life ever did, has taken another step. It doesn’t care that she’s not part of this world—he just made her part of the dance. She’s now matching his steps.

He’s still biting her. The pain is phenomenal. She feels something hot oozing deep into her pussy as he just keeps filling her up. She’s probably bleeding on her neck from his fangs.

Sombra twitches inside of her and she moans. She hasn’t been filled like this before. It’s hot and strange, but incredibly satisfying. He keeps pumping, and she vaguely realizes that this was to be her dinner. He had planned on having her suck it out of him, hadn’t he? Is that why there’s so absurdly much?

She shudders, happy to go hungry.

He slowly lets go of the bite, breathing heavily. She’s never felt him out of sorts like that before, and it makes her giddy. He’s still pumping into her, still filling her.

Sombra lets out a satisfied groan.

Twilight lays there, just feeling. She feels his cock inside of her. She feels his cum sticking to her. She feels his body on top of her. She feels his breath rolling across her wet neck. She feels her salty tongue. She feels her own hands with each other. She feels her nipples twitch. She feels the cool air on her legs, and the smile on her mouth. She shivers. Her body feels so much lighter.

“Can I move my hands now?”

He grunts in affirmation, collapsing onto her. She finally wraps her arms around him, along with her legs.

It’s nice. She’s never felt so completely satisfied. He seems content as well. Gently, she strokes his back. Her voice is tired, but amused. “You win again. You do have sex.”

He props himself up over her, his cock still inside. He’s looking at her again. Not out of hunger, not angrily or even demanding, just in a curious way. He simply wants to know.

She’s not ashamed to let him look.

They stare at each other, and she realizes that he’s unsure. He wants to say something. She doesn’t know what it is, so she waits. She has nowhere else to be.

Eventually he sighs. “What… was that?”

She snorts. “Sex.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m well aware, Princess. I mean… I’ve had sex plenty, but that was… different.”

She shrugs. “I haven’t. You’re my first.”

Sombra lays back down, rolling off her in the process. She feels his deflating cock slip out of her, and suddenly has an empty feeling. At least her insides are still warm gooey. “Tomorrow you and I are going to talk…”

She smiles, rolling over to face him on the bed. “Why not tonight?”

His hands wander to her tits, and give them a little pinch. She squirms slightly, but doesn’t do anything else. Sombra licks his lips. “I have other plans for tonight…”

Twilight doesn’t mind the other plans.