“I think that’s enough teasing for today,” Max said with a giggle as she stood, making Sephiroth roll her eyes mentally. As if. “Let’s go get some breakfast.”

The latter carefully scooted over to the edge of the bed, her wing dissipating into nothing during that, and stood up. “I think I’ll take a shower first.”

Visibly sniffing the air, a huge grin appeared on Max’s face and Sephiroth knew exactly where this was going. “Well, I know it won’t be a cold one with me in it~.” She turned towards the bathroom, thus missing the silver haired woman’s stare.

Sighing, she walked over to the crib and placed Golden and Light in it. They were both fast asleep. “I won’t decline an offer to share a shower with you.” Smiling down on the two fillies serenely, she stroked through their manes, lovingly and whispered quietly. “Sleep well, my daughters.” Then she followed Max in the direction of the bathroom.

The smaller woman held the door open for her and waited as she stepped past, before suddenly stating. “Oh yeah!” And just like that a ring appeared out of nowhere in front of Sephiroth. The very ring Max had formed out of sun- and moonlight for her.

That stopped her dead in her tracks and blew her mind away. She couldn’t, by the life of her, understand what just happened. Every time she tried to grasp a strand of thought like a lifeline, it just ran through her metaphorical fingers.

“I told you, this would be yours no matter what Lance decided,” Max said as she lifted Sephiroth’s right hand and slid the ring onto her finger, kissing it once it was nestled near her knuckle. The taller woman was utterly overwhelmed. What should she do? Should she say something? Shouldn’t she know what to do in this situation? It wasn’t like she couldn’t have seen this coming.

Regardless, all she could was stare completely thunderstruck at the ring. This went on for a long while, longer than she would ever admit, before at least something came to mind and she pulled Max into a hug without warning. Their height difference, and the fact that she apparently had caught the other woman off guard, made her face end up between Sephiroth’s breasts. Max returned the hug, nuzzling into her valley and humming in appreciation.

Seph didn’t shy away and just buried her face in the brown hair below her, while holding her lover close. After an indefinite length of time, she managed to calm down enough to think she could handle speaking again, so she loosened her grip around Max and took a step back. The latter nuzzled her one last time before letting go and looked up at her.

Feeling the tears in her eyes, she hurriedly wiped them away. “Somehow… I mean… You…” Frustrated to no end over her own inability to convey her thoughts, she sighed, taking a deep breath afterwards and tried to organize her thoughts once again. They were still in disarray and her feelings were all over the place. She needed to concentrate, so out of habit, she lifted her right hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, only to stop when it hovered in front of her eyes.

There is was. The ring with which Max promised to make her her wife. And it hit her like a freight train. She… she was engaged. She truly and fully belonged to this family. It was her family, now. An overwhelming urge to express her feelings overcame her and seeing as words failed her at the moment, she used the same hand to cup Max’s cheek, leaning down and kissing her passionately.

Her lover returned the kiss with just as much passion and closed the door to the bathroom, setting a sound barrier up afterwards as she led Sephiroth towards the tub. She didn’t hesitate to follow the lead, never breaking the kiss and, in a moment of boldness, parting her lips slightly to poke at Max’s with her tongue, silently asking permittance to enter.

Mentally cheering when she was let in, she began to gently explore the smaller woman’s mouth but suddenly was bombarded with completely unexpected feelings from an alien appendage, that was definitely not there a second before, making her gasp and break the kiss. She hasn’t really… A quick check with a hand revealed an already hard shaft between her legs. Yes she has.

“M-Max?” Confusion and the silent question, why the other woman had done that, were written over her face.

The one in question gave her a slight smile and said. “I won’t force you to, but I’m in no shape to be the one giving right now.”

Shaking her head slightly, she felt like facepalming just wouldn’t be enough right now. But… “That’s not- I mean… I’d be lying if I said I’m not curious.” She was more concerned about another thing. “B-but is it safe? For the child, I mean.”

Max gave her nose a kiss. “I can use my powers to make sure it is. Celestia and Luna taught me how to stay lucid and in control, even while I orgasm.”

That sounded just plain weird. For Sephiroth, losing herself in the feeling was what made it so much more enjoyable. For lack of something to say she just settled with a simple, “Okay.”

Giving her another kiss, Max took a step away. “But first, let’s get cleaned up.”

Is she serious? “Getting cleaned up just to get sweaty all over again? Nah, I have a better idea.” She lifted her hand and gathered magic in it, not her usual brand, but the chaos magic her Cells had tamed. A bout of inspiration hit her and she snapped her fingers, like Discord had always done it. She didn’t feel like it was necessary for the process but it sure as hell felt like the right thing to do. The tub grew a protrusion along one side, that resembled a bench. Not quite what I wanted, but it’s close enough.

“Now that I think of it, why didn’t my tub have a bench in it?”

Suppressing a chuckle, Sephiroth answered. “I think it will come in handy, since I’d imagine that standing in the tub to shower will be a little difficult with your passenger. You just didn’t notice before, ‘cause you skipped these months the last time.” Closing the distance between them again, Seph bend down and lifted the pregnant woman off of her feet in one swift movement, carrying her bridal style.

“I’ve still had a lots of guards or maids join me for a shower before,” Max said as Sephiroth lowered herself on the bench. This time she saw Max lighting her hand and moaned in pleasure when she felt it envelop her new appendage.

“That feels weird, in a good way.” And it really did. It wasn’t like with her wing, which she could still feel even if it wasn’t there at the moment and that meant it was a whole new experience. Didn’t help that it seemed damn sensitive and she briefly wondered if Max had done that on purpose. Using her own magic, she lifted the other woman carefully and sat her down onto her lap, with her dick squeezed between them.

Max bit her lower lip and gave her a sultry smile. “It should.” The magic around her pole squeezed every available area in a way like it were of a soft tissue. “That’s how I feel every time I take you.”

Sephiroth’s breath hitched in her throat, as pleasure practically exploded in her loins and all she managed was a strangled, “Hgn!” while dots appeared in her field of sight.

Max stood up briefly, sitting back down on her lap facing her as the pregnant woman leaned forward into a kiss. The magic was replaced with a hand, that caressed her rod, causing her to groan and twitch.

“Holy… I-is this sup-supposed to - ha~ - feel this intense? O-or is it just… cause I’m not used to it?” Her own hands found their way to the ass, resting on her thighs and kneaded it firmly.

“It’s just that it’s your first time. It’ll get less intense with every time,” Max said before a new pressure encompassed the head of Seph’s dick. “But no less pleasurable.” As if to hammer her point home, her hand and the other pressure, which had to be her magic, moved down Sephiroth’s length.

New pleasure drilled itself into her body and mind forcing a gasp out, making her ‘man’hood twitch again, before morphing it into a throaty moan. A burning and primal need awoke in the recess of her mind and she grew restless, feeling like she had so much energy all of the sudden, that she just had to burn it off. Absentmindedly one of her hands roamed over Max’s thigh and back again, before she heard the woman in question whisper in her ear. “It feels even better inside.” Fuck. “The warmth…” Oh Holy! “The wetness…” Quite forcefully, images of just how she needed to burn the excess energy appeared before her mental eye and the primal urge bursted forth, spreading like a wildfire and engulfing everything in its path.

Growling she lifted the woman on top of her up and fiddled with her new appendage a little awkwardly, but managed rather quick to find her mark. She was about to, positively, ravage Max, before a single last shred of sanity screamed at her to stop. And stop she did, squinting her eyes and shaking from the struggle to reel herself in.

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” Max said, leaning back and resting fully on her hands. “You won’t harm my son.” She pulled Sephiroth’s hands up to her waist, supporting herself for the process, only to shove herself down on the pole.

Any potential response was overpowered by a moan, that practically dripped with pleasure and every single remnant of rational thought was violently torn apart as she was enveloped by nirvana. Max’s tunnel twitched around her shaft and wrapped it into the warmest and most pleasurable blanket imaginable and then some. Every inch of her, that was inside her lover, seemed to be injected actively with pure lust and pleasure, basically pumping her full of it. The moan that sounded from above her just served to stoke that inferno and when Max moved, on top of that, her vision whited out for a second.

Max had succeeded to make her feel heavenly good, but somehow this thought drove an axe of clarity through the haze that had conquered her mind. She wanted to give Max her all, make her scream in ecstasy, but held back for a moment longer. “Ever since we met. It was always about me. Even when I came to your universe to free you, you ended up helping me, making me feel good.” She shook her head.” Don’t get me wrong. I really appreciate it and more than enjoy it. But this-” Her hands squeezed the woman in her grasp, but she was careful not to exert too much pressure. “-this time. I’m ensuring that you will feel good.” With that she lifted Max slowly, taking her sweet time to drag herself out and trying to make her lover feel every nook and cranny of her dick.

She was rewarded with a long moan, but when she was almost completely out Max gave her something that vaguely resembled a smirk. “I know that’s not a promise.” Before she could prevent it, her lover thrust her back into her depths, drawing a sharp gasp from the woman on the bench.

Sephiroth grinned, having a good deal of trouble doing so. “I’m really tempted to turn the tables for real. And that is a threat.”

“I dunno, it sounds more like a promise to me.” Max lifted herself up quickly and let gravity pull her down again, slowly getting into a rhythm, while Sephiroth thrusted her hips upwards to meet halfway, following the lead and matching the preset rhythm.

“That’s the best you can do? So much for the great Sephiroth,” The woman on top goaded, igniting anger deep inside her, but her worry still kept her at bay. “Guess you want to be weaker than everyone.”

And just like that she snapped, a primal growl tearing itself out of her and her magic roared to life around the cause of her ire. Narrowing her eyes she bore a stare into Max. “You called for this.” She withdrew completely out of the woman, spinning her around in mid air to face away only to, literally, bend her over and plunge into her again, instantly settling in a fast and forceful pace.

A deep and feral satisfaction overcame her when she heard the woman moan and pant with each thrust. A feeling of power and aloofness came from her actions and something ancient enough that its origin was long forgotten, even by immortals, albeit being known by plenty, roared in her. She was taking Max, she was making her her own. In this very moment Max belonged to her. And that was only reinforced when she turned to look back and said, “Harder!”

No, you’re not the one in charge. Grinning cruelly, Sephiroth instead slowed her pace. And I’ll make sure you know it! “Beg for it.”

The response was immediate and insured her dominance as Max practically screamed, “Please, fuck me ‘til I can’t walk! Fuck me silly!”

Good girl. “Your wish is my command.” With that she began to hammer into her lover with almost two times the speed and force to back it than before. You needed to reward good behavior, after all.

Screams of pleasure sounded like the most beautiful music, but then Max’s hands lit up. Sephiroth couldn’t allow her to even attempt to seize control once more so she grabbed the hands and used them to pull her lover even harder against her thrusts. That brief flicker of magic reminded her of something though and with a renewed grin she used Max’s trick against her, using her magic to stimulate her clit and squeeze her nipples.

That obviously send the smaller woman over the edge, making her clench down on Seph’s dick, almost halting her movement. But the abundance of orgasmic fluids that squirted out onto her crotch, and the added lubrication that brought, allowed her to keep moving.

So she continued to plow into Max, powering through the resistance and relishing in the screams that grew in volume even more. With one last mighty thrust, she felt herself growing inside of her lover, sealing them together and sinking to even greater depth. How that was possible was beyond her and frankly, she didn’t care. Right when it stopped she exploded and began to pump her seed into the waiting folds of her lover’s cavity, filling her up even more.

Max gasped breathlessly as the feral part of Sephiroth rejoiced at claiming her mate and branding her with her ownership.

Eventually, the flow of Seph’s cum ceased and with it she felt her enlarged size vanish, leaving only her original size behind. She lifted her ma- lover along with her when she sat down on the bench, causing them to end up with her chest pressed on Max’s back. Wrapping the latter into a hug, she nibbled the neck in front of her a bit, feeling it shudder due to her ministrations.

“T-that… Wow. You are… a natural with a… a dick.”

Satisfaction welled up in Sephiroth, accompanied by pride. “Glad you enjoyed it.” Deciding to just hold her lover for the time being to let her calm down.

After a few more minutes, Max turned on the shower. “I definitely want to do this again…” She then reluctantly added. “Later.”

Chuckling, Sephiroth stayed silent, scooting over on the bench so they would be right under the stream of water, still holding Max on her lap. That was when it hit her. Coming down from her high, everything she felt and did after snapping suddenly made her sick. She had enjoyed dominating Max, had relished in making her her own, had not thought about making her feel good anymore but using her for her own pleasure. Holy, she had threatened to deny her her release if she didn’t beg for it.

But… Max had enjoyed it. She hadn’t noticed any of that and for her it may as well been a very good pounding. Sephiroth didn’t want to ruin that for her, but she felt like she had to make up for it somehow, at least. “When was the last time you let yourself be pampered?”

“Never. I always do everything myself, unless its small errands or something I know I can’t do,” Max admitted. “I was raised to only ask for help if I absolutely couldn’t do something by myself. Besides, my family couldn’t afford nice things except for every once in a while, so living in this palace the past… year or so has been very weird.”

Good, she could do that. She could make Max feel good and care for her. A new fear nagged at the back of her mind. Sure, she felt great dominating her enemies in battle, besting them, but this part of her was something entirely different. Max was her partner, her lover, not her property. Nobody could ever find out about this.

To mask her own turmoil, she spoke. “I can relate to that, at least to the part with doing things myself and not being used to live in a castle.” Floating the soap over she picked it out of her magic. “I want you to feel as good as possible.”

With that she began to gently wash Max, not leaving anything out and taking extra caution with the belly and intimate parts. As she started between the legs, though, Max lit her hand and she felt her penis vanish, almost sliding off in the process, if not for Seph’s one arm still wrapped around her.

Sephiroth made sure to massage around the now empty folds to make up for the missing limb, making sure to stimulate Max not enough to spur her on again but for it to be relaxing and soothing. A soft coo told her that she did it right and her lover leaned back into her. “You might want to lighten up on making me feel even better than I am. I don’t want to have to put off everything ‘til tomorrow.”

Sorely tempted to just go through with it, she chuckled at the mental image, but then relented and finished cleaning Max without furthering her relaxation anymore. After that she shampooed her hair and, not resisting the urge to at least uphold the level of contentedness, took her time to massage it into the skin of Max’s head, stating that it was necessary for the concoction to properly take effect.

Once she rinsed Max’s hair, the latter lit her hand and took the shampoo. Hit by a bout of inspiration, when one of the glowing limbs came close to her face, Sephiroth nibbled on one of the fingers, as Max turned around on her lap. Grinning afterwards, she sighed in mock exasperation. “I’m not even allowed to properly pamper my lover. Oh woe is me.”

Only now did she notice the blush on Max’s face as she looked away. “P-please don’t do that again unless we’re in bed…” She said, rubbing the finger Seph had bitten.

Sephiroth blinked in confusion before understanding dawned on her and her grin returned. Her fingers are sensitive while she casts magic. Interesting. Out loud she said, “I’ll try to keep that in mind. But you never know if I won’t have my vengeance for all the teasing.”

The blush on Max’s cheeks strengthened a bit and she adopted her own grin. “I’ll look forward to that.”

“And I believe that.” Leaning closer, Sephiroth kissed her deeply once again and busied herself with gently stroking the pregnant’s belly, while still keeping her relatively close with one arm. After breaking the kiss, she looked into Max’s eyes, feeling serene and content for the first time since snapping, whispering despite the noise of the shower and the still intact soundproofing, ‘cause what she had to say was meant for Max, and Max alone. “I love you, Max.”

The smaller woman’s grin turned into a full, toothy smile and she pulled Sephiroth in for a hug. “I love you, too.”