The sound of bells rang through the air in Ponyville, the day had finally come, the day that two hearts were to become one.

“Do you, Ms. Jacqueline, take Ms. Belle to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The preacher asked with a warm smile towards the mountain of a woman in her sunday best.

“I do,” Applejack said with a proud smile and a rare tear in her eye.

He nodded, turning his attention to the women in a dress that would make the Canterlot elite jealous. “And do you, Ms. Belle take Ms. Jacqueline, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” she replied, smiling towards her partner. “Now and forever.”

“Then by the powers vested in me by Celestia and the divine gods in heaven above, I pronounce you wife and wife, amen.” He outstretched his arms toward the couple, the smile on his face almost as wide as theirs. “You may kiss the bride.”

Applejack nodded and rose the veil that covered her partners head, the once beautiful make up she once wore now ruined by the steady stream of tears. Smiling, Applejack grabbed Rarity by the arms and lifted her up to her level, laughing a bit at her surprised look before she pressed her lips against Rarity’s.

The tailor relaxed into AJ’s embrace, letting out a content laugh as she rested a hand at the farmer’s cheek. They finally broke the kiss and looked towards the crowd.

“Ya’ll we did it!” Applejack shouted in triumph. Cradling Rarity in her arms as she began to walk down the pathway to the back of the church, grains of rice showering the two as Applejack continued her gleeful march.

Rarity swung her legs giddily in the farmer’s impossibly strong grip, laughing far more loudly than she would normally allow. However, if this wasn’t an exception, then nothing would be.

“I love this woman!” Rarity called out to the crowd over the farmer’s shoulder, her wide grin threatened to pierce through her cheeks.

They opened the door and promptly left, no doubt heading towards the horse-drawn carriage waiting for them outside. After the applause died down, a few of the guests attending looked to one-another.

“They didn’t even stay for the reception…” Rainbow said to the girls standing next to her.

“I really don’t think they care,” Twilight smiled, rolling her eyes before looking to Spike. “You do look very nice today, by the way.”

He glanced down to the suit he wore. “Oh, uh, thanks, Twilight. Figured I needed to look halfway decent, being a groomsman.” He paused, rubbing his chin. “Or would it be a bridesmaid if it’s two girls?”

Twilight let out a laugh along with the other girls present. “I’ll have to look that up when we get home.” she said messing up his hair, “but first let’s—”

“I enjoy weddings so much,” a regal and motherly voice chimed in from behind the group. They all spun around to see Princess Celestia, flanked by Luna and Aedan, slowly making their way towards them. “They never fail to remind me how much joy there is in the world.”

“P-Princess?!” Twilight gawked before hastily bowing to her, “I thought you said that you were too busy to attend, if I’d—”

“Oh please, Twilight,” Celestia interrupted, beckoning her to rise, “I raise the sun, I can make time, besides.” She paused, looking to the two behind her with a mischievous grin. “I thought it would be nice to have some of us know what they might be expecting.”

“Expecting?” Spike repeated, tilting his head towards the woman. “What do you mean?”

Aedan and Luna smirked to one-another, but said nothing. Seeing that Spike still didn’t understand, Luna took Aedan’s hand and showed the dragon-blood her free hand, where a ring stood proudly on a finger.

“Oh, expecting like that. Oops,” Spike replied, smiling towards the two. “I was thinking a whole different ballgame.”

“Oh Spike,” Twilight laughed, playfully smacking him on the back of his head.

He looked to her, rubbing the back of his head, but letting a small laugh pass him. “So now we just got to find you someone, Fluttershy someone, and Dash.”

“Not happenin’,” Rainbow quickly said, folding her arms across her chest. “No man can handle this much awesome.”

“I thought you didn’t go for chicks,” Spike replied, keeping a pokerface at the ready.

Rainbow shot a glare at Spike, but the scowl soon faded and became a warm, honest smile. “Good one squirt…” she said, nodding. “good one. Now can we please get out of here? I really want to get out of this thing.” She gave a pull at the neckline of her dress in irritation.

“That’s why you wear comfortable dresses, Dashie!” Pinkie exclaimed in a sing-song tone. “Then you don’t get itchy or scratchy! Besides, don’t you want to have some punch?” She gave a small waggle of her brows. “Someone may have spiked it.”

“I did what?” Spike asked, only halfway paying attention to her.

“Other sort of spike, Spike!” Pinkie answered cheerfully.

“In that case, I’ll stick to water…” Fluttershy said meekly, her blush complimenting her tiny grin.

“But who’s gonna help me wrangle in all these cowboys?” Pinkie pouted pitifully. “Oh well. I guess instead we can go to your place and play canasta!” She turned, pointing to the group. “You guys should come too!”

“I for one would be honored.” Celestia nodded, before turning her gaze to the two still standing in one another’s embrace, lost in a completely different world. “But my plus two may be a while before they realize they need to breathe once more.”

“I’m game!” Rainbow exclaimed, giving a thumbs up, “losers have to buy though.”

“Um… are all of you coming to my house?” Fluttershy asked, looking around the group. “Because I—”

“This is gonna be great!” Pinkie exclaimed, throwing a fist into the air. “I’ll bring chips and dip and wine and party hats!”

“Pinkie,” Twilight said, bringing her rambunctious friend down from cloud nine. “Maybe you should ask Fluttershy if she can host the party before scheduling it.”

“Can we?!” Pinkie asked, offering a wide, childish grin towards Fluttershy. She gave a few flirtatious bats of her eyes toward the woman.

Fluttershy looked to Pinkie and then to all those around her, before looking back to Pinkie. “Well…” she sighed grabbing hold of one of her arms as she looked to the floor, “I guess we could if there won’t be many—”

“Hey everyone!” Pinkie called out, “After party at Fluttershy’s! Bring your money, because we’ll play cards!” She glanced over to Fluttershy. “Unless you want to do strip poker,” Pinkie snorted out a laugh, “Because that’s fun too!”

The shy woman’s face went as red as a chili pepper as the thought came across her mind. “Oh… oh my,” she stuttered, her body trembling as she hid her blushing face in her hands.

“Then I guess it’s settled,” Twilight looked to everyone around her, “We’ll meet up at Fluttershy’s in approximately thirty minutes, that should give us plenty of time to change into something more comfortable at least.” She paused, looking to Spike with friendly grin. “You coming too?”

“I’ll ask Amira,” he replied. “She might want to take it easy, it’s not like she’s been in town for a long time.”

The events of the past month had been something else for all of them. Getting out of Hoofof involved a lucky streak that would've made a gambler complain; Amira had shown her face to a sympathetic guard and he safely guided them to the gates. After traveling back and informing the king that his traitorous son was dead, his first reaction was rewarding everyone involved in the attack a medal of honor, and the king did his best to send troops to quash the few struggling remains of loyal supporters of Hakem.

Al’Kair was buried in a simple grave in the capitol’s graveyard next to his family. Amira believed this to be best and, though Spike only knew him for a short time, he was inclined to agree.

Amira, when it was said and done, had no true reason to live in Arabia anymore. Though she still was considered the heir to Hoofof, and as such was expected in delegation meetings, those were few and far enough between all the cities that much of her correspondence was through letters. She chose instead to make her way to Equestria, riding with a collection of the refugees that had lost everything during the war and were hoping for a better life in Celestia’s land. Amid the widows and a collection of Hakem’s former whores, one refugee in particular caught her eye.

A mere child by the name of Durriyah, traveling with one of the soldiers that had served under Al’Kair’s banner. Luna had instructed the girl be taken to one of the best orphanages in Equestria, but Amira had a different plan for the girl.

The two of them now sat in the back of the dispersing crowd, Amira with a content smile on her face as she watched Spike and his friends converse amongst themselves. Durriyah fumbled around beside her, her focus on a toy dinosaur.

“Well if you’re going to ask her, there’s no time like the present.” Twilight suddenly said, bringing Spike out of his thoughts, “After all, the clock is ticking.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Was thinking,” he replied. Glancing over to Amira, he marched toward her, sitting next to her on the bench.

“Hey,” he addressed with a smile toward the woman, then gave a small, friendly shove of Durriyah’s shoulder. “Hey to you too.”

“That was a very nice ceremony,” Amira said as Durriyah wobbled from side to side, a smile on her face.

“For sure,” Spike replied. A part of him knew that someday he’d have to do this same sort of thing with her. Not today, but some day.

“What were your plans later on? I guess there’s some sort of celebration at Fluttershy’s, if you’re interested.”

“I’m still very new to this place,” Amira replied, looking to the child at her side, “not to mention Durriyah is still a mere child, and from what I understand about Pinkie’s celebrations…”

“Then we’ll stay in tonight. That’s cool.” He looked again towards Durriyah, unsure what to say. It was a strange situation he was in. Spike was way too young to be her dad in his opinion, but he had to try being one regardless. Or at least something like a good older brother.

“We can, uh, play go fish. Would you like that?”

The girl looked up to him and tilted her head to the side, unsure of what he was talking about.

“I didn’t know you could make a game of fishing.” Amira said, mirroring Durriyah’s expression. “Then again, I’ve never gone fishing.”

“I should take you to AJ’s farm sometime, then. Fishing’s pretty fun. Mainly because you get to eat what you catch.” He gave a wave of his hand. “And I mean ‘go fish,’ not go fishing. It’s a card game.”

“Oh.” Amira laughed, gathering Durriyah in her arms, “In that case, I suppose you could spend the rest of the day teaching us how to play.”

“Don’t worry. It’s easy, I’m sure it won’t take all day,” Spike replied. He gave a small tug at Amira’s shoulder, helping her up. “Now, if I tried to explain rummy or something…”

“Let’s just stick with Go Fish.” Amira adjusted the girl in her arms, “I’ll be here, you can tell your friends of our plans.”

He gave a small shrug and went back to Twilight.

“Taking a rain check,” he said. “Just gonna hang with Amira and Durriyah.”

“Okay,” Twilight said with the faintest hint of disappointment in her voice, “just make sure that Durriyah puts up her toys before she goes to bed, I don’t want to be stepping on another builder's block anytime soon.”

“You got it,” he answered. Spike promptly returned to Amira’s side. “Alright. Let’s head home.”

Amira nodded and took Spike’s hand, leaving the church and the ones he called family behind.

It didn’t take long for the three of them to return to the castle in the town center, stares coming from the passerby as they caught sight of the foreign woman and her foreign clothes. They didn’t care, though. They weren’t malicious gazes, rather, curious ones. Ones Spike himself held when he first laid eyes on Amira and her lands.

Once inside, Amira headed towards the living room while Spike walked to their room to pick up a deck of cards he had on the desk. He strolled over to gather them; the sun shining through the window blinds caught a metallic object in the corner of his eye.

Sighing to himself he looked towards the glimmer, knowing full well what it was before he even looked; Al’Kair’s sword.

He grasped it, hoisting it and once more getting used to its weight. Giving a few experimental swings he stopped, striking a defensive overhead pose, his hand loosely moving the sword from side-to-side, like a snake ready to lash out. After that, he restrained himself, putting it back and moving to his vanity. Grabbing the cards, he turned, giving one more look towards the weapon. They had their differences, but Spike still respected the man for what he was in the end. That was a lot more than you could say about some people.

Hours had passed and the sun had began to set—the three had hardly noticed until Durriyah yawned and started to doze off in her chair. Looking to one another, Amira nodded and made her way to the child.

“I’ll get her ready for bed,” Amira said softly, cradling Durriyah in her arms, “you can gather everything and take it to our room, I’ll meet you there.”

He nodded, already bent down and scooping the pile of cards into his palm. He finished and pocketed the deck, stretching briefly. As he stepped towards the bedroom, the phone rang. He turned, giving a curious glance towards it, then walked across the room to pick it off the wall cradle.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Spike?” a slurred voice said on the other end of the line. “Or is thisss Amira? Either wil wok now.”

“Twilight?” Spike said, narrowing his brow and leaning a forearm against the wall. “Are you ok?”

“Oh I’m soooper,” she giggled as the clang of glass sounded in the background, “it’s a shame ya din com ta the parti, Pinkie knowsh how ta throw em.”

“You gonna need a hand walking home?” Spike questioned. “And sorry, but you know how it goes. I didn’t want to leave Amira home alone.”

“Aaaaaah is fine,” Twilight replied, Spike could feel her drunkenly waving her hand at him through the phone. “An nah, no ride here, we all gun stay here at Fluttershy’s, ‘specially with the game goin’ right now.”

“Game?” Spike repeated. “It football season already?”

“Na Spike, Tia and Fluttershy ar playin Aedan and Luluin a game a strip poker.” Twilight replied, “Iss awesome!”

“That a fact?” Spike asked, humoring her. “Are you winning?”

“I think I am…” Twilight laughed, “Tia an Fluttershy haven’t lost a single hand, an Lulu is makin Aedan take it all off.” she paused letting out a drunken whistle of approval. “he los his unda shirt las round… an I can see why Lulu is so into him… nothin’ but muscle.”

“Aw come on!” a masculine voice in the background roared, “that’s the tenth game in a row!”

“Oh!” Twilight said excitedly, “He’s gotta take off his boxers now~!” There was a pause on the other end followed by a wave of applause and womanly cat calls. “Wow…” Twilight finally said, leaving Spike to unwillingly imagine what she was seeing, “but yeah… won’t be home tanite, so no waitin’ up, kay?”

“Ok. Be safe, alright?” Spike said. “Don’t do anything too dumb.”

“Kay Spike,” Twilight agreed, “an we’ll be fine, only guy here is Aedan… so nothin’...” there was a pause before another frantic wave of cheers flooded Spike’s ear, followed by Twilight’s ecstatic voice, “Ermahheavens! Tia and Fluttershy er—I’ll see ya tomorra Spike, can’t miss this!”

“Night Twilight. Love you too,” he said to the dialtone, blinking. He hung up the phone in its cradle then shrugged, heading to his bedroom.

A few quick twists and turns got him up stairs and into the bedroom. The bed looked welcoming, sleeping on it had been heavenly every day since he got back. Tossing the cards on the table, he started to unbutton his shirt and yawned.

“Durriyah is sleeping,” Amira said from the doorway, causing the young man to jump, snapping around to face her. “I also believe I heard the phone rang. Twilight?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, taking a breath to calm down from her surprise appearance. “She’s staying over at Fluttershy’s tonight. Glad she told me, I would’ve been awake forever waiting on her.”

“So we have the palace to ourselves this evening?” Amira asked, walking towards him.

“Guess so, huh?” He rubbed the back of his head, then, hesitantly, took of his shirt, watching her self-consciously. “So… maybe a movie or something?”

Amira’s eyes turned slightly predatory as a sly grin came to her face. “Perhaps a movie,” she agreed, slowly making her way to him, adding an extra swing in her beautiful hips before stopping right in front of him. “Or, perhaps, maybe something else.”

He looked up to her face. “Something else?” he repeated, swallowing. “Like… something something?”

Amira’s lower lip disappeared under her teeth and her eyes became half-lidded. “Something something,” she reiterated, placing her hands on her hips.

“Oh,” he said, blinking. He rose to his feet, moving toward her and putting his hands hesitantly on her hips. “This is kind of sudden,” the man said. “N-not that I mind sudden. I mean, it’s just a s-surprise.”

“Spike, after all we’ve been through, for one another...” Amira replied, moving her hands from her hips to around his, “you think that this comes as a surprise?”

“I don’t know.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “After what I almost did to you back at the palace, I’m surprised you’re sleeping in the same room as me.”

“What have I said about the past Spike?” Amira smiled, tilting her head like an inquisitive puppy.

“I know, I know. But it’s still hard for me.” He put his hands on her shoulders and looked up at her. “I never want to hurt you.”

“And you never will,” she replied, pulling him into her embrace, “I love you Spike, and I want to show you just how much I do with what I was given when I came to this earth.” She pushed him away, resting her hands on his shoulders and looking him square in the eyes. “I want to make love to you.”

“I love you too,” he replied without hesitation. “And, just,” He squinted his eyes shut in embarrassment and quickly blurted out; “I’ve never done this before.”

“Neither have I,” she replied calmly, placing her hand under his chin, “at least not with someone I truly cared about.”

“Maybe I wasn’t your first,” Spike said quietly, “But… being your last is better anyway.”

“Indeed,” Amira replied, leaning down to him to deliver a gentle kiss. Before Spike could wrap his arms around her she pulled away, causing a frustrated groan to pass his lips. A quick laugh came from her throat as she rose up, staring him directly in the eyes that burned with a passion the likes of which Spike had never seen. “So, be my last.”

“Only if you’re my first,” he answered, nervously smiling toward her. He reached down to the buckle of his pants. “So… I guess we’ll, uh, need these off then, huh?”

Amira didn’t say a word, instead she pressed her lips to his once more, sending her hands to help his in their nervous attempt to undo the pants around his waist. Seconds later a metallic click made a faint echo across the room, signaling that one of the major hurdles had been cleared. He stood erect, even without any stimulation, and with Amira still fully clothed. The tent pitched in his briefs made him nervously swallow once more as he stared at her.

“Should I say anything here?” he stammered out, reaching for an answer like a blind man in an unfamiliar room. “I mean, some couples talk kinda dirty, but I don’t know, do you want me to… you know.”

“I think someone’s been watching too many of the secret videos he thinks are so cleverly hidden.” Amira laughed, moving her hands to behind her back so she could undo the knot that shielded her breasts from him. “Why not simply assist me as I did you?”

“Ok,” he answered, swallowing. He reached behind her as she finished untying the knot and gave a small pull to the cloth. Her breasts spilled out and Spike groaned from the sight, biting at his lip as his shaft ached in want. He stared at the full, matured orbs before him, then glanced toward her face. Reaching for one, Spike watched the mound swallow his entire palm when he hefted it underneath.

“Amira,” he said, the word in itself arousing to him.

“Spike,” she replied, running a hand through his hair, “are you going to continue to stare, or are you going to help me with the rest of my wardrobe?”

“Sorry,” he replied. He reached down to her waist, at the knot tying her sarong together, and gave a few hard tugs at it, pulling her an inch closer to him. He pulled to the side once the knot was undone, unwrapping her like the best gift he had ever received, and laying the cloth on the bed, the only thing still on her a pair of black panties.

“Better?” Spike timidly asked, putting a hand at her hip.

“Much,” she replied, wrapping him up in her embrace once more, only this time his face became pressed against against her bare chest, the feeling almost sending him over the edge already.

She lifted him up and moved them over to the bed, Amira laying down and Spike atop her. The Arabian’s arms rested loosely on his neck and back and her hands traced patterns up and down his skin. Spike took a hard look at her body once more, so unbelieving at his luck that he almost wanted to pinch himself awake. His thoughts were s thrown into disarray when the hand on his neck pulled his head to hers, mere inches separating their faces.

“Take your woman,” Amira softly, seductively whispered into his ear before loosening her grip on him so he could move once more, “Take her and show her your passion in its purest, most physical form.”

He said nothing to that, instead bringing himself to a kiss at her lips, crashing against them as he reached down with a hand, first giving her hip a small ghost-touch, then, as confidence grew in him, resting it firmly on the soft flesh, squeezing it tightly in his hand.

“So beautiful,” he remarked, reaching up to curl his fist against the strap of her underwear. “So beautiful.” Spike wanted to tear away the garment and let his instincts guide him, but instead showed restraint, as he always did where he could, and rolled it down her wide, seductive hips.

Amira responded in kind, keeping her eyes on his as she slid his boxers down his legs, revealing the full length of his member, standing proudly with trace amounts of precum bubbling up from the tip. A soft moan of approval was her only response to the sight as her hands moved back to their original positions on him, letting him slide her panties down as far as he felt necessary.

“H-here we are,” he stammered out. “How should we… do you have a position you like, or should we wing it, I guess.” Spike swallowed. “Whatever’s fine. I want you to like it.”

Amira suddenly wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her, the feeling of moisture on his painfully throbbing member almost too much for him to bear. The kiss that followed was almost enough to dull the sensation of fire at his groin. Almost.

Amira’s hands traveled up his back and pressed his chest tightly against hers. The two parted, a trail of saliva being the only thing connecting them.

“I love you,” she whispered, “no matter what, I will love our consummation.”

He felt a sting of tears at his eyes and he sniffed, almost painfully grateful to the woman laying below him. “I love you too, Amira.”

Spike adjusted himself slightly. He knew his shortcomings, he had read about shorter men with taller women, and, unlike the goddess below him, he knew he wasn’t gifted with an extraordinary sex, only one a little above-average for his height. That said, he put himself at an angle to her waiting organ and with a nervous swallow, he thrusted into her, the sensation so alien that it gave him pause, before a pleasure he never had experienced before overwhelmed him, making him nearly mewel like a cat. His hand was nothing compared to the wet-hot sensation of a woman, and he nearly buckled, biting hard at his lip to focus.

“Amria,” he said. “Like this?”

A pleasured moan slowly escaped Amira’s lungs; her back arched reflexively at the sensation of Spike being inside her. Digging her nails into his back she fought her own urges to rock him back and forth inside her. Instead, she focused, looking up at him. “Y-yes…” she managed to breathe out, her eyes not once breaking contact with his, “don’t stop.”

“Alright. Ok.” He sucked in a breath and once more thrust inside her, the action nearly curling his toes in pleasure. He did this one more time before starting to get a semblance of rhythm to it, thrusting into her at different angles, testing her reaction to each one. Reaching up, Spike let a little of his animalistic side out and grasped her heavy breast, sticking a nipple into his mouth and lobbing his tongue across the sensitive flesh. His other hand wandered to hers and he entwined their fingers together, squeezing her hand in tune with his thrusts.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, panting out a hot breath over her hardened nipple.

A hasty gasp escaped Amira’s lips as her fingers dug deeper into Spike’s back; if he were a normal human, he would’ve started bleeding. “As are you,” she simply replied curling her body so she could kiss him as he continued to thrust into her.

Taking her action as a sign, Spike wrapped one arm around her back and lifted her off the bed, slowly crawling towards the headrest so she wouldn’t have to strain herself as much incase she wished to continue showing him her affections.

His hand continued exploring her, grasping one of her full asscheaks and all but grinding it in his palm as he kissed her neck, licked it, sucked it, his balls briefly seizing up on him. He stopped thrusting briefly to calm down, then returned to the action, thrusting once so hard he slammed her head accidentally into the headrest. He paused, an apology already coming to his lips.

“I-it’s fine,” Amira said with a smile and misty eyes, “just… just be more careful next time.”

“Yeah. S-sorry,” he repeated again. He thought briefly, then brought her close to him, rolling them over and swapping their positions, letting her be on top of him. “Maybe this will help. If you’re leading.”

“I, suppose so,” Amira said looking down to him with some confusion, “are you sure you wish me to lead? It is something unheard of in Saddle Arabia.”

He paused, thoughtfully putting a hand to her soft hair. “You wanted me to take you? I… want you to take me too. Do you understand?”

She smiled, placing her hands on his stomach as she leaned in for another kiss. “I do.” she relied, separating from the kiss.

Amira slowly adjusted herself, the new sensations going through her body sent chills up her spine, but she remained calm, or at least as calm as she could be as little squeals and moans passed through her lips with every slight movement. Once she was finally in a position she rose off of Spike’s shaft, enough to where only his tip remained inside. Looking to Spike cautiously she decided to let gravity run its course, letting his member slide deep back into her as her hips slammed into his.

Spike clenched up, gritting his teeth as pleasure from the weight of her body on his sent waves of electricity through him, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His own nipples were small rocks, and his shaft was a conduit of delight. Spike nodded with his eyes clenched shut, his hand reaching down to her and giving a small circle of her clitoris.

“You lead great,” he managed to say, his penis twitching within her body, desperately crying for her to do it again. “I’m going crazy.”

“Then I guess I shouldn’t stop.” Amira replied seductively, placing her hands on his chest and repeating the action. A squeal of delight bursting from her mouth as she came down once more. “I hope you are enjoying this as much as I.”

“Even more, I bet,” he responded. “Those Saddle Arabians don’t know what they’re missing.” He gave another grab at her breast, rubbing gently across it with a palm, the ghost-touch making her skin break out into gooseflesh. “What about this?”

Amira’s back arced for the second time as she brought one of her hands to her mouth, biting down to stem the tide of pleased squeaks and gasps that wished to be set loose upon the world.

“W-wonderful,” she managed to mumble out, looking down to him with a wide smile.

“Ok. Good. I’m glad,” he stammered out, giving her breast a pump. “I like them a lot.”

“I can see,” Amira said, looking to Spike’s hand as he groped her, “but maybe if you were a bit more gentle, you know they are sensitive.”

“Sorry,” he said, easing up a bit and moving his wandering hand to her neck. “They are, aren’t they? When I was sneaking into the palace, I hit mine. That sucked.”

“I’d almost forgotten that you changed sexes in an effort to save me,” Amira laughed, sliding down Spike’s shaft once more, “if ever I doubt your devotion to me, I will always remind myself of that incident.”

“It wasn’t too bad. Even had some perks,” he answered with a swallow, briefly cutting himself off with a pleased grunt as her pelvis met his own with a wet smack. “The girl thing, not the rest of that godsforsaken day.”

“Of course,” Amira nodded, rising to her knees once more before bringing them back to the ground, “I’m honestly surprised you’ve lasted so long.”

“It’s been hard when you’re this good,” he sucked in a breath. “I want you enjoy it too.” He put his hands to her hips. “But I’m close.”

“So am I…” she nodded, slowly quickening her pace, “shall we… together?”

“Inside?” he dumbly asked, looking up to her, the question striking him as important.

“I want to feel you,” Amira said, lowering herself to him once more, “all of you.”

He felt a tingle from his balls all the way to his shaft and he knew he was close. With a thrust upwards, he pulled her to him, pinning her tightly against him with his arms and kissing her on the neck as his climax approached. With a groan that vibrated her, he clenched up and released, sending his seed into her and feeling a few strands of it dripping back onto his body.

Amira’s back arched for the third time, he fingers digging into Spike’s chest, this time actually drawing blood this time, as an inhuman wail echoed through the palace. Her inner walls clenching tightly around Spike’s member, desperately trying to milk every last ounce of seed he’d produced for her. Seconds later, Amira fell limp onto Spike’s body, covered in sweat and breathing heavily as she tried to dig her arms under him to wrap him up in a gentle embrace.

“T-thank you…” she said with tears in her eyes, “thank you for loving me.”

“Only a fool wouldn’t,” Spike replied, his heart rate slowly getting back to normal. He held her, trying to think of something sauve to stop her from crying. “I’m here. And I’ll always be here.”

Spike was once more in a feminine position because of his size. He leaned his head up against her collarbone and kissed her neckline. “So don’t cry. Besides, I tend to do the lion’s share of that. Both of us can’t be crybabies,” he weakly joked. Ignoring his own brimming eyes, he hugged her to him.

He gave a small laugh, rolling a strand of her hair in his fingers. “I can’t believe this scared me so bad at first. I thought I’d screw it up by doing something wrong or saying something wrong or… or being too fast. But it didn’t happen.”

“You did fine,” Amira replied, bringing her hand from his jawline to his collarbone, “today will be a day forever etched into our memories.”

Her touch made his member briefly stir, but it returned to slumber shortly afterward. He gave a content sigh, widely smiling at the woman who made him a man in every sense of the word.

“So… what now?”

“Well…” Amira said biting her lip as she drew little hearts on Spike’s chest, “there is something that we might consider.”

“Oh?” he questioned, raising a brow, his grin turning into a sly smile. “Let’s hear it.”

“Wait until you hear this…”