Derrick had to move away from the overbearing lust of this mare, backing away from the approach she made after washing her mouth. He needed to rest after having his genitals violated so powerfully and unwillingly for the past twenty minutes. It did not help that Zelda was just sitting beside him with tilt of her head while the mare giggling evilly licked her lips and looked down at him with the same psychotic, obsessed eyes she adored when he was trapped in her bedroom.

"I know my rights!" Derrick screamed, desperately looking for a way out. Nightmare Moon took no greater pleasure than her mate acting so worried and afraid after having every drop of his seed milked and swallowed tentatively. She wanted more though, a lot more and she was not going to let him get away.

"Derrick," In spite of the mirth in her voice, she sounded genuine behind those hungry lips. "The only rights you have right now is to shut up, toss your clothes and mount me."

"We had a deal!"

"Well I am horny!" She spat with a hint of anger. Derrick knew this moment would come, but he did not expect her to be so forceful and demanding.

"It's because you're in heat!"

"I am not in heat. My estrus does not happen for another three months!"

"What!?" His eyes widened, infused with absolute confusion and worry as he pulled up his pants before she could sit on top of him. He believed it to be a bluff or that the cavern was doing something to her, but she was darkness. Nothing could overpower her.

"That's right, my love," Nightmare Moon sauntered whilst plopping on his semi-erection. She began to grind him as the last of his strength was restrained by her hooves pressing against his hands; even with her magic robbed, the strength he possessed did not compare to hers. She grinned like an innocent filly, but he knew there was no innocence about her. "I am not in heat. I am aroused. In this world, mares do not have to be in heat to desire their lover. The body yearns on its own, just as your body desires to plunder mine."

"I said we need to go on a few dates!" He barked, his anger returning to him. He found himself getting firm with the alicorn as she plunged her fangs into his neck and proceeded to feed her desires with his blood. The pain was normal to him.

Nightmare Moon had known this moment would come. She had hoped he would be more grateful for having his pent-up balls and penis played with and emptied. Then again, a mare who acts lust-crazy after sucking her lover off would make it difficult to be thankful, especially when that mare can make your life a living nightmare, literally. Pressing her lips together after licking the blood she nodded, even though he couldn't see the gesture.

"Gotcha," she tittered with a whisper. She suddenly found herself rolled over and now pinned to the ground with hate-filled eyes looking down at her.

Derrick was reluctant to respond since she wanted this and now had him in a worse position with her hind legs wrapped around his. There was silence as he fought every damn urge in his body to drop his drawers and make her squeal with delight. He was a man of moral and was going to rot in hell before he let himself become a similar being like his mare.

"You are so lucky that you're gorgeous," he commented, breathing heavily to compose himself. He shook his head at the mare as she turned away and closed her eyes. He was not fooled though; there was a scheme behind that grin of hers.

"If you wish to punish me," she implied with expectancy, tightening her legs so his crotch touched her dripping flower. "Then do so right now. I am helpless when you touch me, as your body drains my magic. You could even force my body to bear your seed."

Derrick tilted his head and cocked an eyebrow at her, his suspicions rising with her frustration. "What are you trying to pull?"

Nightmare Moon, in spite of Derricks ability draining her, couldn't help the burst of fury at Derrick's blatantly obvious stupidity after she did all of this. She was pissed now. Aggravated. Any stallion would understand what she suggesting cryptically. She loved him like no other mare could, but he could be such a twit.

"Oh for your mother's sake!" She scowled at the stupid man. "WHIP IT OUT AND MAKE LOVE WITH ME. BUCKING IMPREGNATE ME. IT CANNOT GET ANY MORE CLEAR THAN THAT!"

Derrick smiled down at the mare, but it held little humor as he forced himself off the alicorn. He stood up and paced the floor, calming down once more while she grumbled and muttered under her breath.

"I am not complaining about what you did. I feel great now, but I meant what I said." Derrick pointed a finger at the frustrated pony, his eyes narrowed on her, and on her flank a little. "We will go on a few dates first, or I will be biggest cock blocker you ever knew."

"You have to crack sooner or later," Nightmare Moon snipped, her lustful and dominating attitude returning with a smile. Derrick just shook his head at her and focused on the book Zelda was still carrying around her neck.

"I'd rather crack later and not in a cave that is falling apart," Derrick admitted, gazing at the large book. "Anyway, we're up now. We may as well let ourselves loosen a little and have a look at that damn book. It's bugging the crap out of me."

That was easier said than done. Derrick's breath strained now as he approached the beast, His voice hoarse and raspy for some odd reason. He could see with his new eyes the magic rippling around the book. His hand drew closer to it, and the magic grew stronger as if his presence had made it come to life.

He bit down hard on his lip, wincing a little at the thought of taking it from Zelda. He wasn't entirely sure if he was safe or in danger when the confusion around him dangled around her neck. He'd had enough mysteries and changes for one lifetime after waking up to see he had horns on his head and teeth that could tear into wood. He was nearly impossible to resist though, when Nightmare Moon's favorite part about him was how little he knew about this world. She loved the ignorance of him.

Her teasing nudge nearly knocked him off his feet. He groaned when the book detached from the chains at the touch of his hand, it's ominous aura now pulsating to the calling of his magic. "Why would this be the only thing that survived in this cave? And why did Zelda have it on her?"

Nightmare Moon's resistance to the touch of her mate had faded in an instant. She needed just a little of him to satisfy her obsession when it was eating at her. She should have been with Derrick about the mystery of the black book and asking questions with him, but she was compelled to hold the man in wings and take some of his blood to satisfy her addiction. Blood was uncommon with her subjects, to taste your significant other in such a foul way; this was not a normal relationship, however. She had to taste his blood to strengthen their connection until she was the only thing that could touch him. He tasted enough of her blood to start the process, now she just needed to ever so slowly form the magic that brings them closer as eternal mates.

"Maybe we should find a way out and return home;" Nightmare Moon mumbled during her bite, her tongue lapping every drop that oozed onto his skin. Derrick was not paying attention as she continued to sink her fangs deeper into his neck. The pain wasn't really there anyway. "There may be some answers back at the library."

Derrick hugged his queen and his hand in her wing, knowing that behind those words of logic was a silver tongue that wanted nothing more than to curl around his balls. "You can keep trying with the idea of finding a way home, but I'm not leaving until I get some answers."

Nightmare Moon sighed. She was not getting through the man with her needs and knew that it was futile in her attempts to make him claim her body. She was spoiling for a perfect night. For him to cease his torture and just take her for all that is given to him so willingly. She knew she was not the only one with pent-up energy and loins that need sweet release. As well as suppressed sexual frustration, the queen that brought terror to the equestrians still had some insecurities about their relationship. She was scared. Frightened. If she was being truthful, she would tell him that her heart aches at the imagination of him leaving for another mare. She deserved so much more loyalty and love from this man than her subjects show, but patience was key to winning his heart and she had plenty of time to learn that.

"Can we please wait on that?" She asked, almost desperately him. It was too late, as it had been opened when Derrick's fingers slid down the symbols and his magic released a powerful interlock that she recognized to be an ancient enchantment. It was red in aura and filled with Raven's essence—that much she could interpret after sensing the intensity of said lock. She was glad that Derrick was able to open. If anyone else had tried, the enchantment would have turned them to ash.

Both lovers had been taken off guard by the magical book suddenly flying out of reach, floating above Zelda until ran behind her master. They were thankful that the large beast shielded them with her wings, protecting them like a mother would. The red aura was as bright as the sun now and blinded the queen and lord for a brief moment as it echoed a long forgotten language that only Nightmare Moon could interpret. Zelda was quick to curl her wings so Derrick and Nightmare Moon were shielded in darkness. A voice was heard and it was female, too fast for the dark moon queen to interpret.

"What is this?" Derrick asked, staring at the mare. She was as lost as him though and shook her head while the cave was illuminated in powerful dark magic.

The voice finally slowed down and came to a murmuring chant that carefully called upon the magic that opened it—or her in this case. She spoke elegantly and watched herself as the chains that bound and sealed her to the book shattered, allowing her the freedom to crawl back into reality of Nebula.

The magic of the empress calls to us,

The seal of the spiteful sister has been broken,

We return to serve the power that gave us life again,

The magic of The Night Mother and The Pitch King,

I RETURN TO SERVE THEE!

"This is a bunch of bullshit!" Derrick spat, leaving the safety of his pet to see what the hell he had done.

We will bring forth the potential of the son,

We shall ease the balance, the scars done by the spiteful sister,

Our knowledge given willingly, so it may help fade her existence,

The light went on for seconds as the enchantment broke, to release the mare that was forced into a world of emptiness. The light disappeared, as well as the book, but she stood before the man and allowed herself to inhale the scent of his magic, to understand that it was he who broke the spell. She had pushed beyond that crouching darkness that surrounded her.

Derrick was silent for a moment, turning his mind over and over at the mare as she flicked her mane to move the braids out of her eyes. He felt familiar with this pony, almost as if he'd met her before. He took a deep breath and let it out. He twiddled his thumbs worriedly, his presence sending shivers of delight down her spine. She had dreamt of this, had wanted it for many generations, but knowing the spell placed upon her before the massacre of her home. She needed a minute to collect herself, and no one was really inclined to question her or why she came out of the book that was nowhere to seen now.

"The son has released us from our prison," she said very sweetly, ending the awkward silence, bowing to the man and surprising him with a kiss to the hand she took into her hoof. Of course, this made Nightmare Moon grind her teeth and take Derrick from her in a possessive manner. The mysterious mare did not care though.

"Our master has freed us from the power of the spiteful light," she added, still low to the ground. "There is no thanks we can offer that will equal the kindness that thou has given."

"She speaks in the old tongue," Derrick whispered to Nightmare Moon. He took a collective moment of thought to understand the mare staring back at him with a motherly yet somehow creepy smile. Her voice was think like molasses but smooth and slowly tingling his body, touching the nerve endings of his mind he'd never know to be buried. That familiar setting in the back of his subconscious mind had found on this messed up journey of self-discovery another push through the walls of his memories and awakened what he was beginning to know another sign of his past.

Derrick fell to one knee, his hand pressed against his eye as it throbbed with a pulsating burst of magic that bashed against the walls that protect him. He found his queen holding him up. More than anything else he was certain that the memories were trying to bash their way through for what he needed, and he needed to be remembering his loved ones in every sense. She was not a stranger to him, but Nightmare Moon did not take it kindly that the unicorn was causing this much trouble.

"JESUS!" He grit his teeth until the pain stopped. How could he possibly deal with these ponies after so much trouble they'd given him?

"Our humblest apologies," the mare said, bowing to Derrick as he recovered his senses. "But the pain we see you in is an enchantment done by the spiteful sister."

"Derrick's immune to all magic that touches him." Nightmare Moon clarified, her eyes burning with fury to the unicorn, which did not faze her one but. She left Derrick after he regained his footing and lowered her horn with the intent to kill. The two held their eyes in a locked battle of will for a good minute before Derrick to step in front of the alicorn and bring her back to reason with a kiss. Perturbed by his action, the mysterious pony tilted her head at the two and observed the scene unfold as it brought his mare to her senses and an even deeper kiss.

"How strange. . ." she puzzled her chin. "The power in her horn was for my death, yet you calmed her so easily. Perhaps alicorns have grown docile during my imprisonment."

"She's my mate and she will do anything for me," Derrick said, turning around to face this new stranger and ask some questions. Though there was the problem of Nightmare Moon latching onto him after that kiss, which made it difficult to act serious or even threatening in the slightest.

"We can see that," the mare affirmed with a gentle grin.

"Who are you?"

Even now, he was still unable to recall the face that he first saw when his eyes opened for the first time. The mare had little idea where to go if the situation turned foul for her, and from how serious he appeared to be, it was most certainly going to be a long explanation with the young lord most likely disbelieving a word she tells him.

Fearfully, she exhaled a deep breath that she did not know was still there and approached the two carefully, a somewhat hurtful smile on her face. After all, she was family to this man and felt forgotten.

"We do expect thou to believe us, but we are part of your family," she began, stopping when Nightmare Moon lowered her horn again. "We have been sealed in the book since the separation of the sisters. Thou may find it impossible, but we are your guardian."

"Guardian?" Derrick questioned with a raised eyebrow. "I don't have a guardian."

"But thou does," the unicorn nodded seriously, taking another cautious step forward. "The blood in our veins was not born from either sister but we are a traitor in Faust's eyes. Thou was cradled in our hooves for many moons. We sat with thee, lulled thou to sleep."

"Has it been that long for you?" Nightmare Moon inferred sarcastically, shaking her head. "The old tongue is no longer used. We speak in the modern language."

"The old tongue is dead?" The mare questioned, receiving nods of disappointment from the two. She sighed with a hoof to her chest and laughed. "Oh by the stars, I'd thought I was screwed. She would make me talk like that and I hated it with a passion."

"Yeah, we use normal language. Now I'd appreciate it if you would tell who the hell you are, because I'm pretty the longer you keep secrets the harder it will be for me to hold her back."

"Oh yes, I almost forgot." She took a deep breath, collecting herself as she approached the man. "Your mother probably hasn't told you due to her believing that I am dead, but I am was supposed to be your guardian in case something happened. I am Lilith. I was actually the first to hold you when you were born."

"Lilith?" Derrick found this to be very strange. His eyes scrutinized the unicorn with skepticism, feeling grossly afraid of her.

"Yes, I was your caretaker during her recovery. However, Faust decided to attack her and seal me in a book after I refused to help her in destroying your side of the bloodline," Lilith began answering, her hooves kicking dirt with enthusiasm but she herself did not take a second to gander at the now confused alicorn holding him protectively.

"And am I to be lead to believe that the reason this castle is total dog shit is from Faust?" Derrick inferred with a raised eyebrow. The ancient unicorn nodded her head and gazed past him to see the Omni-Drake standing behind him as well but with a more relaxed posture.

"I see you found your pet," she said smoothly. "It's a shame that Faust trapped her in these walls; there is hardly enough space for her to stretch her wings."

"How do you know about Zelda?"

"So that is the name you gave her," Lilith replied completely unsure if that was a good name for the beast. Derrick had to shake a little to loosen Nightmare Moon's grip on him.

"Answer the question!" He snapped, growing tired of her beating around the bush. Lilith had to resist the urge to laugh at the man at how similar he was to his father.

"I gave her to you," she finally answered. "When you were a baby, this castle was swarming with Omni-Drakes. They were the guards of this castle until Faust destroyed most of them. But by pulling a few strings and sneaking that one past her, I was able to give it to you when it was just a hatchling. You two were so cute together."

Guess this Faust-Bitch is as bad as I thought.

"I honestly do not see how this is related to us being trapped in this cavern. Care to explain why and how you brought us here?" Nightmare Moon spoke up, reasoning with the two, really not wanting to spend another minute in this darkness that gave her the eerie that something was watching them.

"I wasn't the one who summoned you," Lilith replied humorously. "I did not expect you to free me. My magic was tightly sealed by the enchantment; not even a simple levitation spell could work while in that blasted thing."

"Well if we're not here because of you, then why are we here?"

Lilith sank back on her haunches, trying not to laugh. She was just as lost as her godson and his mate, but there was no real fear or concern in her heart. She let the matter slide off her back as if it did not matter, and it didn't for her. Not a shred of worry in her heart. She was simply happy to be free from the book and able to see that the baby she cared for was now a grown man with a very attractive mare for a significant other.

She looked up at Derrick's frustration-stricken face and then smiled motherly at him. "Look at you, a tiny baby I cared for—now you're all grown up. You have a mate. By the stars, you look so much like your father. So powerful and handsome."

Derrick choked several times with embarrassment, clearing his throat repeatedly, determined not to show the mare anything but serious distrust. He wanted to believe there was more to his family than he was told. He didn't believe for a moment that Lilith could somehow be his guardian and judging by Lilith's beaming love for him, he feared the mare would doing the same thing Raven has been doing for weeks and would be treated like a child that can't do anything without help. He could barely endure the empress with her constant snuggling and kisses to his face—now a unicorn of unknown origin to him, pronouncing herself as a member of the family.

Derrick's body jerked so unexpectedly Nightmare Moon nearly fell with him. He snapped out of his thoughts to see the tall mare embracing him in a long needed hug. It was surprisingly warm—warm enough to make him relax a little. Whoever she was, she didn't inhabit the desire to harm him in any way, shape or form, so that was a relief.

"I have missed you so much."

"What are you doing?" Nightmare Moon demanded, trying to pry to the two apart. Her strength was bested though, and it aggravated her. "Hey. Let him go. HE'S MINE."

"We can be a family again."

"MINE. MINE. MINE!" Nightmare Moon was completely ignored. She grunted and growled the entire time. But, alas, the strength of an alicorn was no match for a mare that existed since the dawn of their world.

"But now that I'm free, we can escape this place and rescue your father."

Derrick's and Nightmare Moon's breath caught in their lungs. Clearly this pony was undergoing some mass delusion with her imprisonment having some effect on her still. They were afraid to tell Lilith the truth whilst she illuminated the room see where they were.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Raven told me that he was killed by Faust," Derrick warned, watching her open a hallway that was caved in with a wave of her horn. He took a deep breath, terrified, but willing to see how things will turn out. Lilith stopped dead in her tracks and turned her head to face the man with a raised eyebrow.

Lilith's eyes went wide, glacier-blue, but swirling with memories beneath the blue—beautiful giggle Derrick barely recognized when his eyes met hers. He gulped during the moment of silence of between them.

"Faust really fooled her own sister, eh?" Lilith chuckled into her hoof, confusing the man and alicorn. "Damian, sweetie, your father is not dead. Unlike most ponies, my knowledge is as vast as the deepest secrets there is to know about magic. I saw the magic she used to fool your mother into believing that Jackson is dead."

He let the mistake of his name slide this time.

"So that's his name. . ." Derrick paused for a moment, happy to at least know the first name of this supposed father of his. He smiled briefly but had Nightmare Moon to interrupt him with a question of her own.

"If the pitch king is not dead, then why is he not around?"

"Simple," Lilith chirped. "Faust could not kill him due to her love for him, so she sealed Jackson in the—"

"So Derrick really is Jackson's son?" Luna asked with quizzical look about her. It was nothing new to her since there were many theories that came to mind after he showed great resistance to the attack she foolishly allied in.

"That he is," Raven nodded, sipping on a cup of blood that was extracted from the guard she behead. Nothing calmed her down like a hot cup of fresh blood.

"So. . . doesn't that mean we are cousins?"

Raven stopped to control her laughter, she did not want to spill her drink by laughing her flank off.

"Oh heavens, no. Did Faust not tell you?" She asked, and Luna shook her head. She took this moment to nuzzle the mare, while using the moment as an advantage to wipe the blood on her lips with the alicorn's mane. "Luna, you sweet, innocent mare, you were adopted by Faust. Celestia is her only biological daughter."

Luna's face immediately went pale, the past coming back to her in a flood as she fought the urge to puke.

Oh my god, Derrick and Celestia. . .Oh my. . . Oh no. . .

"Thank goodness my son did not go too far with Celestia," Raven commented. She took another sip but licked her lips of the blood this time. "Hm, I wonder if I ever told Derrick that he is Celestia's cousin. . ."

"I don't feel well." Luna couldn't hold it in anymore, and started burping into her hoof as she turned a sickly shade of green.

Author's Notes:

Here is some idea of Lilith. . .

I apologize for the late upload and if there is a problem with this chapter.

I am running on fumes and having to deal with some paperwork more than I should, so please be patient with me.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. And expect another art piece from Dragonfoxgirl, it will be of my darling queen in pony form.