A rather large part of me wants to laugh, it wants to laugh that they actually call this place a cell. As if to live here was some sort of punishment or something.

I haven’t slept on it yet, but just by placing a hoof on that mattress I can tell it’s easily on my list of the top three beds I’ve ever slept on. The other two being the ones I used when I slept over with Taz.

I have my own private bathroom, a clean floor, three full meals every day, and even several books to read. I’m four hundred and sixty two years old and this is by far one of the most comfortable places I’ve ever stayed in my life.

The only thing remotely ‘cell-like’ to me is the guard posted outside the bar door. I could almost laugh about that, heck, I could almost enjoy it. There’s just one problem, one thing I cannot get over.

Taz isn’t here with me.

That knowledge does make this place a cell. In Tartarus we were together, but he wanted nothing to do with me. Here, he wants to be by my side, but can’t. I’m not sure which one is worse.

I consider, and not for the first time, of escaping. I could, and quite easily at that, but he doesn’t want me to. He wants us to be together, here.

I just want to be by his side.

I watch as the sun goes down through the windows. It’s nighttime, I thought I’d spend it with Taz. I thought we’d spend every night together from now on.

How foolish that was.

I feel anger rising in me, anger at Twilight for keeping us apart. I force it back down. I love Taz; he fought his way into Tartarus to save me. I know he will get me out of here. After all, he promised.

Jumping on the bed I see that I was right, it is comfortable, but lonely. It almost seems too big, like there is somepony missing from it. I know who that is, who’s missing.

Wow… when did this happen to me? When did he become my whole word? No wonder mom said she was disgusted with me.

I smile as I realize that I don’t care. Sure I had power before this, real power, but I hated that life; I hated everything about it. I’ve only been happy with Taz; I’ve only felt like life was worth living when he was holding me.

Between what I had and him, I’ll take him any day of the week.

Clang… slump.

My ears perk up as I hear it. Something just happened right outside of my cell. I turn my head and look in surprise as the guard is gone, just gone. Curious, I get off the bed and move to look out the door. There’s nothing there, just nothing. All I can see is an empty hallway in both directions.

Confused, I turn around to head back to my bed.

“Miss me?” Taz says as he lies on my bed.

My heart jumps into my throat and my eyes go wide at what I see. My mind wants to ask a million and one questions about how this just happened, how he ended up on my bed, but I don’t do any of that. I leap on him like a cat pouncing on a mouse.

He pulls back in surprise, too little too late. Before he’s even aware of it I’m on top of him, his body pinned on his back beneath my own.

“Nig-”

I close my eyes and trap his lips in a kiss. No more words, no more talk, not now. I don’t know how he’s here, but I don’t care. I want to feel him.

So I do. I let my hooves buckle underneath me. I’m lying on him, my stomach pressed against his, my mouth still attached to his. I’m not even touching the bed anymore, I’m only on him. It’s exactly where I want to be.

This bed just became the fourth most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept on. Taz is my new number one. Several times I feel him try and break the kiss, each time I refuse to let it happen. This is what I want, this right here. Everything else is secondary to this moment.

I surprise him when my tongue pushes slightly against his lips. I can tell he wasn’t expecting that, but he opens his mouth ever so slightly regardless. It’s all the opening I need. My tongue goes on an expedition into his mouth in order to find its counterpart.

I do, I find his tongue and start to motivate it into action. He catches on quick enough and starts to run his over mine. It’s a cautious approach, but slowly I can feel him gain confidence in his actions.

Like he has anything to worry about; I’m his, mind, body, and soul.

Before long he’s pushing into my mouth. I let him, I accept him like a lover, and welcome him into my mouth. It’s amazing to me how much I love the feeling.

I slightly open my eyes to see his wide open, simply staring at me. I’m so surprised that I let him get away. He lightly bites my bottom lip as we break, causing the smallest amount of pain, pain that only serves to cause a warm sensation to start to develop in my nethers.

He releases my lip and I wish he didn’t. Now we’re staring at each other, nose to nose. “You were supposed to close your eyes,” I say as I run a hoof along his muzzle and through his mane. His new scar is there, a scar that looks like it might still hurt. He presses his muzzle against my hoof and sighs at my touch.

“If I did that I wouldn’t be able to see you, and I don’t want to miss a thing.”

At those words it feels like my heart sprouted wings of its own and started flying around my chest.

“Did she?” I ask. There’s hope in my voice that maybe he succeeded, that maybe Twilight will let us be together.

“No.”

His word kills that hope.

“Then why are you here? She said that you aren’t allowed at my side alone.”

He wraps a hoof around my head and runs it through my mane. Pushing my head down, he touches his forehead to my own. “I don’t care what she says. She can’t stop me, so she’ll have to accept it, accept us. Your punishment is mine, Nighttide. There’s nothing she can do to keep us apart. I vowed that I would be the last thing you saw before you fell asleep and the first thing you laid eyes on when you woke up. I plan on keeping that promise.”

“So… you’re just going to live in here with me?” I ask, unsure.

“No, I’m going to live wherever you are,” he says back with a small smile. “If mom keeps you here then this will be my new home, if she moves you somewhere else, then I’ll just live there.”

I push up, our noses connect, and then our lips do. It’s not a long kiss though as I have more to say.

“Taz, I don’t want this cell to be your home.”

“It’s not, your hooves are my home,” he replies as he runs a hoof along the side of my stomach.

When did he become such a smooth talker?

My chest feels like it’s on fire, my heart is bouncing around in there at a mile a minute. My wings are stiff and sticking out right behind me. I feel a wetness increasing between my legs, I know what it is and I cannot believe it. He’s barely laid a hoof on me and I’m already this hot for him.

My distraction costs me. With just a smile on his face he places a hoof on my side and rolls us over. We’re on the side of the bed now, him on top of me. We’re inches from falling off but I’m in delight.

Taz is a big stallion for his age. His mass is almost one and a half mine over. Yet I take his weight without complaint. It’s like his weight is grounding me, keeping me stable. I welcome it, I welcome everything he is.

His lips connect once more to my own and I feel my body react to the connection. I keep my back legs spread, my front hooves go around his neck, and my wings stretch to their maximum length to wrap us both in a cocoon of feathers.

Part of me knows that when he pulls back there will be a wet spot on his stomach. The heat, the touch, and him… all of him, it’s all making me hotter than I’ve ever remembered being.

That’s when I feel it; I feel something brush against my leg, something that wasn’t there before. Or more precisely, something that wasn’t out before.

I ignore it for now and open my eyes to look into his. True to his word he kept his open. I can see it though, the slight change in his gaze, he’s self-conscious about it. I giggle a little at the implications of that. He actually thinks I might be offended or something.

He seems to have forgotten that I did offer to help him with it back in Tartarus.

I surprise us both and break the connection with our lips. Moving a hoof up to his head I push him slightly to the side, letting my muzzle move close to his ear. “Taz, I want you,” I whisper into his ear.

He pulls back and looks at me, confusion is written on his face for a few seconds before I see realization dawn on him. It’s cute.

“I… I’ve never done this before,” he says, like I don’t already know.

“Me neither.”

He looks at me like he doesn’t believe me. “Taz, I was trapped on the moon with Nightmare Moon, Red, Mindsink, and Timespire for my entire life. Do you really think I’d buck one of them?”

“But you…”

He does remember.

“Just because I don’t have experience, doesn’t mean I don’t have knowledge. I knew what my father showed you and I knew that had to be rough, I wanted to help you,” I say softly.

He smiles at me; it’s a smile of somepony coming to a realization.

“Nighttide, will you be mine?”

The question makes me pause, for a second anyway.

“Always,” I say with no hesitation in my voice. I mean it; I mean it in the most literal way imaginable. I am his, whenever, wherever he wants. I truly don’t believe I have it in me to ever tell him no, and if I’m honest with myself, I don’t want to tell him no.

I should be scared at that realization, but I’m not, not in the slightest. I know that whatever he asks of me, whatever we do; I know that he loves me. He will always have my best interests in his heart.

If anything I’m excited about what he might be thinking.

I cling even closer to him, enjoying his warmth. The brushing against my leg is evolving to a poking and I can feel it growing longer. As I look into his eyes he tries to look away as it’s more obvious than ever, but I force his gaze to stay on me. That seems to break the ice.

“Do you still want to help me?” he asks, smiling weirdly.

“No, Taz. I don’t want to help you. I want to make love with you,” I whisper, softly kissing his muzzle. My words remove the pretext of what we both know we’re about to do. There’s no more subtext, no more illusion. I want him; I want to know him, to feel him, to touch him, and to make love to him.

His gaze becomes a mix of confidence and nervousness, of sexual attraction and uncertainty.

“Relax,” I say as I stare into his eyes. I run a hoof across his muzzle; he pushes back against it, seeking to get more of the feeling of me against his fur.

Pushing his muzzle slightly to the side, I gently lick out with my tongue across the scar on his face. The action sends a tingle down my spine as I taste him. He carries the dust of Tartarus on his fur, the sweat of the day, and a minor hint of the dried blood from his scar. In addition, there’s another taste there, another flavor that’s all of those things and none of them. I know what it is; it’s the taste of him.

I love it, I love everything about it.

The action seems to cause the same affect in him. I can feel his member lying against my leg, it twitches slightly against my fur, there’s heat and wetness coming from it, neither of which I can deny. My body shivers at his touch, causing an illicit thrill to flow through it.

I take my left hoof and run it across the side of his body, feeling his muscles under his coat. As an earth pony, Taz has to do everything on his own power. When he goes somewhere, it’s always on his own hooves, when he carries something; it’s on his own shoulders. A lifetime of that has caused his muscles to tone nicely under his skin.

I feel it now, every ripple, and every texture of them. I had no idea he was this strong, this well built. It makes sense; he carried me from Tartarus’s Castle all the way to where we were on a hurt leg and shoulder.

He tenses a little when my hoof runs a little too close to his left shoulder. It still bothers him, still hurts. I pull back, afraid that I might have caused him pain. “Sorry,” I say.

He grins at me before saying, “Don’t be, I’ll never not want your touch.”

My chest feels like it’s going to burst open at those words. Tentatively, I return my hoof where it was; he tenses up, but doesn’t pull away. Slowly, I run it over the hurt spot and he relaxes at my touch. With a grin I add small pecks to it and I feel him finally give himself over. He is finally able to fully enjoy my touch as his muscles completely relax.

I know that you should always start slow during the first time, build everything up, and make it unforgettable. Despite what my body wants, that’s exactly my plan. I want to give Taz the best time of his life. My kisses run over his fur, softly caressing every spot they can reach. Soon Taz coos softly at my ministrations, making me grin.

He’s always been a quick learner and now is no different. I feel his hoof touch my fur. Slowly, tentatively he starts to run it up and down my stomach. Part of me wishes he could run both hooves over me; alas he needs one to keep himself up. Still, I feel it; I feel his touch upon my fur, the pressure he starts to place against me.

As I explore him, he explores me. My body reacts to his touch, enjoying the feeling of his hoof pressing against me. While I continue to plant kisses onto his coat, his hoof finds my flank and starts to slowly rub over it, causing me to coo slightly. He smiles and adds more pressure, the right amount to just the right spot.

My wings open up at that. It’s at once monumental and symbolic. I want him to see me, to know me, and to own me. I’m presenting myself to him, letting the moonlight shine on both of us. His gaze turns softly to the side, admiring my wings. He smiles at their view and I smile at him.

“Your wings are gorgeous.”

I was born with them, lived with them every day of my life. Yet when I hold one up for us both to view, I see them in a different light, and not just the moonlight. Taz likes them, he calls them gorgeous, and because of that, they become something more to me.

The heat I feel between my legs grows in intensity. Normally I’d only feel this way after rubbing myself off. Yet, with just a few touches and some kind words, he’s caused the same feeling in me.

I raise my muzzle and look up and to the left, presenting my neck to him. I want to feel his kiss upon my fur. He doesn’t need a second invitation. I feel his muzzle rub against my own as he slowly lowers it to my neck. His lips press against my fur, leaving little wet spots where they depart.

Between our body heat I feel the saliva evaporate into the air. It at once cools me and heats me up that much more, like the smallest amount of water thrown on a raging fire, a fire that is me. Some part of me wants to take him, everything, but the larger part wants this to be the best memory in his life, something to remember forever. Something he will only be able to share with me. That means I need to give this all the time it needs for it to be unforgettable.

For now that desire wins out, I don’t know how long I can hold the fire back though, I’ll do it for as long as I can though, even if it burns me. Although, I cannot lie, I want him to take me, to ravage me to an inch of my life. Just the thought of it causes my leg to rub against his member ever so slightly.

The action earns me a small groan of approval from him. I’m not able to keep it up though as he moves slightly farther down my neck. His body moves to accommodate his new position. He’s lower now, too low for me to continue rubbing against him.

As his mouth moves to my chest I can feel his kisses against my fur, I can feel him press against the joints between my hooves and body. Briefly, I wonder if he can taste me, like I tasted him. I hope so; I hope that he loves the taste of me, that to him it’s a fine aged wine that he will love to savor.

I almost laugh when I realize that he’s probably never tasted wine in his life, almost.

He’s unsure what to do. Gone is the nervousness in his actions, but he’s still ignorant of what feels good and what does not. I lead him, guiding his muzzle with slight pushes of my hoof to where I like, where my own ministrations have taught me feels the best.

Those times don’t compare to this. Touching myself will never feel the same again, it can never compare to his touch. A moan escapes my lips when he finds my left teat. I see his ears twitch when he hears it. It’s all the feedback he needs.

His tongue slowly flares out, lightly licking at my teat. My moan goes louder and he continues more eagerly, lapping on it, circling his tongue around it. After playing with it like that for a while he lets his lips close around it, lightly suckling on it.

It’s causing me to go wild.

I buck my lower body softly against him while he plays with my teat, his actions are causing my legs to open and close on their own, trying to grind against something that isn’t there, yet. Soon he even starts switching between my teats, adding new sensations. I feel them burn, longing for his touch, never wanting him to leave. But at the same time the heat and the wetness between my legs are simply becoming stronger and stronger, almost unbearable.

“Taz!” I moan out, but he never stops, he only acts more eagerly. I want him to move down and fight the heat, but he keeps his place, keeping up his work. In his overzealousness, I tense up when his teeth lightly bite down upon my teat. The feeling is at once painful and bumps up my pleasure to a whole new level.

He looks up at the noise I made, “Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

I place a hoof over his muzzle. “Do that again,” I say, my body shaking with sweat pouring down my brow. I have no idea why that felt so good, but I don’t care either.

He raises an eyebrow, but soon gets back to work after I give him a look that tells him I’m very serious. His actions start to push me far more than I expect and I cry out in pleasure and a bit of pain before I can even stop it. The more I cry out, the harder he bites. I love it, the feeling of pain, and the soothing touch of his tongue, all of it. Before long he grabs one of my nipples with his teeth and pulls ever so slightly, causing me to yell his name into the sky.

“Are… are you okay?”

I blink my eyes a few times before looking down. He’s no longer lying on me; he’s standing upon his hooves, looking down at my stiff, tender nipples standing straight up. I can’t help but notice a large wet spot upon his chest. Then, he looks more down, straight to the main prize.

I want him to take it so I spread my legs more, inviting him into my wet folds. He looks unsure now, nervous even. So I rise and lock his lips in a kiss. We break after a few moments to breathe and I slowly run my right hoof across his member, which is now standing at full mast. After some quick strokes I pull back, lean back again, and spread my legs wider. It’s a clear invitation to begin the main show.

Taz surprises me, I expect him to mount me then and there, but instead he slowly lays down again, his muzzle lowering between my legs. He trails kisses around my inner thighs, making me shiver in delight. His tongue moves up and flicks a few times over my teats but he doesn’t stay at them. After teasing me a bit, he moves down my body, eying my marehood, the source of the wetness that soaked his chest. He’s cautious, after a quick sniff he leans in, giving it a hesitant lick.

It seems as if what Red showed him did help a little after all.

A moan escapes my lips at the small lick, but more follow. It seems like he likes my taste, because he hums and dives in, adding more licks that are growing ever quicker as he samples more of my taste. I simply love it, all of it.

What he lacks in skill he more than makes up for in eagerness. I couldn’t care less right now about his lack in skill. Every lick of his tongue is like a cooling wave over the fire that had been developing in my loins. Every time the rough texture of his tongue touches me it sends a jolt of lighting through my body, hitting spots in me that I never knew existed.

“Taz!” The word escapes me as he keeps busy. My sensations are flooded with the feelings of his tongue, my ears hear his slobbering over my marehood, and my eyes are glued on his head as he works between my legs. The cell smells of sweat and sex. I feel my body becoming hotter and hotter as he continues to work.

Slowly, his tongue goes deeper, and suddenly he hit the main prize. He finds an extra sensitive spot and I loudly cry out. Taz notices and stays at the place, driving me crazy with every single lick.

I feel it happening; the fire in me is building up to a crescendo that will not be denied. I feel it burning me, driving my body crazy with lust and desire. Without intending too, my flank lifts up off the bed and pushes into his muzzle as I seek to get him deeper in me.

That’s when it happens; I feel his tongue penetrate me far, far farther than before. The rough texture runs right across that spot with agonizing slowness. It pushes me over the edge. My front hooves cover my mouth in an effort to muffle my scream of pleasure. My wings lock up in a fully open position, my hind legs go stiff, and my eyes slam shut as I’m overcome with the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I lose myself to the pleasure, my consciousness fades as my mind is no longer able to register what’s happening around it, as its attention is only on the fire inside of me.

It rages uncontrolled; until, at last, there is nothing left to burn.

My body feels sticky and sweaty. My limbs are weak, moving them is impossible, almost as if they weigh a ton. Weakly raising my head I see Taz looking wide eyed at me, his muzzle completely covered in my juices. I have to giggle at that sight.

He moves up, slowly as to not hurt me by applying pressure to the wrong spot. “Nighttide, ar-”

I stop his question with a lick across his muzzle. There’s a fifth taste added to the smorgasbord of flavors on his face, I know it’s the taste of me. It’s exactly where it should be. “Taz, I’ve never felt better in my life.”

In his new position I feel his member lying on my stomach. The wetness it leaves at the tip only adds to the dampness of my fur. My body screams at me to finally take him, but I have a better idea. I look at him, grinning, then at his member trapped between our bodies. Confusion is on his face until I speak.

“Come up some more. I want to return the favor.”

Taz hesitates, but then he crawls up until his member pokes at my muzzle. It’s a difficult position, but I have some knowledge that it’s the best, as he’ll find out soon enough.

The smell hits me before I can even get a good look at it. It’s strong, smelling of sweat and cum. It overpowers my nostrils and becomes all I can smell. It’s the smell of him, the most intimate part of him. I know that I will forever love that smell. My brain associates it with him, with everything he is. It becomes the smell of the stallion I love.

My eyes adjust to his body being over me and the lack of light that I now have to work with. I gasp at the size of his member. I know it shouldn’t surprise me; Taz is a big stallion for his age, really big. That he’d have a member to match shouldn’t surprise me, but it does.

My mind cannot help but wonder how it will feel. I shiver in anticipation as the fire in me starts growing again, finding something new to burn.

I can tell this whole experience has done a number on him in the same way it’s done to me. The tip of his member is glistening with pre-cum. A small strand of which is falling down the head onto my chest as gravity does what it does best.

I see it land on me and shiver at the contact. I know it’s not the first time tonight, for either of us, but it’s the first one I’ve watched. With a hoof I lightly run it across my chest, rubbing it into my fur. I raise my hoof to my muzzle and sniff it.

It’s the same smell coming from his member. The same smell of him. I stick out my tongue and lick my hoof. The taste is salty, but also sweet, and pleasant. It is something I know I’ll be addicted to.

I see more starting to drip down; I want it to land on me, but that taste… I want more of that taste. I catch it on my tongue and lick up, straight across the head of his dick.

What was on my hoof doesn’t compare to this. Straight from the source, with no other flavors to get in the way, this is way, way better. I hear him moan at the slightest contact and cannot help but giggle at that. If he thought that was good, he hasn’t felt anything yet.

Reaching out a hoof I lightly take hold of his member. I can feel the heat coming off it; I can feel it twitching in anticipation and desire. Licking my lips I move my muzzle closer and closer, lightly parting my mouth and accepting the tip of him into me.

The scent in my nostrils triples in intensity; the taste grows exponentially in my mouth as my tongue plays over his head. Every swallow I take is simply more of him, more of his flavor, and I love it.

He’s moaning louder now. I can feel his body shaking above me. Yet I don’t care. I take more and more of him into my mouth, seeking to savor the fresh parts while drawing out more of his cum. However, before I can even take half of his member, he screams out my name and almost buckles on top of me.

I feel his member twitch once more before a large, concentrated amount of his cum shoots at the back of my throat. The action immediately triggers my gag reflex and I start to cough. However, his body takes no notice of that and another load hits, painting my upper jaw and my tongue white.

With no choice but to pull my head back his third load strikes me on top of my muzzle, the fourth and fifth dribble out onto my chest. I’m a bit disappointed at myself that I’m not able to take it all without problems. Wanting to get everything, I lick the rest of his cum from my face and his member, running my tongue in circles over its head. Taz buckles slowly before I take him in again, and this time he learns why it’s the best position.

As if on automatic, he slowly bucks into my muzzle, moaning loudly. I like it. No, I love it and I want more. With each hump of his hips I try and take more and more of him into my mouth. Before long I feel the tip of his head press against the back of my throat, right up to where his cum hit and caused me problems.

I can feel the need to cough again the farther in he pushes. I concentrate, doing my absolute best to push it back down, to fight against that reflex. My eyes widen as Taz moans deeply and pushes forward with almost no mercy, going straight down my throat. Still, his member is not completely in. To my surprise, I’m able to push through my gag reflex as almost three-fourths of his member is in my muzzle.

It doesn’t take him long before he pushes a last time, packing his load deep down my throat. I swallow rapidly as I take it all, glad that I’m able to. Still, I’m also a bit scared how it will feel later. As despite him going down my throat there’s still a quarter of his member that I was unable to get into my mouth. I quickly put the thought aside; I want to take everything he has, to make him mine, and to be his.

With a wet plop, I pull back as he pulls out. His member bobs up and down in front of my face and then he rolls over to his side, his body falls on the bed with a satisfied grunt coming from his muzzle.

I crawl up on him, slowly nuzzling into his neck. “I hope you don’t think that we’re done yet,” I say with a smirk as he smiles.

“I was hoping that you would say that,” he says and looks down, admiring my body once again. I can tell from his lustful glare and the lick over his lips that he loves what he sees.

It’s his turn to surprise me; he wraps a hoof around my body and pushes me even closer against him. Before I can even gasp he locks my lips around his own. He takes the lead and soon his tongue follows. I accept it like a long lost lover, wrapping my own around it. All the while his hooves circle around my flank, pushing down on my cutie mark. My body rewards him with soft coos.

While our lips never leave each other’s, and our tongues are locked in an embrace, I start to feel his hips moving in a parody of what we just did. His member is already growing again, mashed between our two bodies as he does what his body is demanding him to do purely on instinct. I can feel that he wants me, and I want him too.

Now.

Slowly, I turn and break the kiss, placing myself onto my back and opening my legs wide. It’s an invitation to him and him only, an invitation to a long life of passion, love, lust, desire, and so much more. This time he doesn’t hesitate. This time he rolls over, planting kisses onto my belly and moves up, not down. His member is slowly nearing its destination.

There is a new look on his face, one that he’s not had yet today. I smile as I recognize it; this is it, the final barrier for him. He’s asking my permission without using words, with just his eyes. I respond in kind, licking up the front of his muzzle and to the very tip of his nose.

“Go slow, at first anyway.”

It’s all the permission he needs. We’re both more than ready, I can feel the wetness dripping from me, and he’s already cum twice in my mouth, his member is soaked with my saliva and his own juices.

From my knowledge I expect it to hurt at first. I’m really surprised to feel only a soft, short sting as he enters, slowly poking between my labia. He really is a gentlecolt, going slow and easy, adding small pecks from time to time to my muzzle before pushing a bit more. I love every single millisecond of it.

My eyes grow wide as I feel the tip of his head go all the way in. It’s like a homecoming, as if it was always meant to be there. My body accepts it like a piece of me that has been missing all my life, simply waiting for this moment to be whole again.

I wrap my front hooves around his neck and bring him in for another kiss. When we break he’s smiling at me. I can tell in that one look that he feels the same. We both feel connected and complete in a way we haven't felt our entire life.

As he pushes in more, I feel my marehood open up even further. Accepting him in a way I never thought possible. Each and every inch of him feels that much better than the last; my body becomes that much more accepting of it.

My word becomes his magenta eyes and the feeling between my legs. My consciousness is lost in those eyes as my body becomes the feeling of him entering me in a way that nopony else has ever done before.

He was right, it’s so much better to keep your eyes open. Taz is going slow, slower than I thought, but I love it. He’s treating me like I’m his queen and I know that I’m everything to him just like he’s everything to me. I know that we will both cherish this night and I want to be his forever, completely.

When the tip of his member runs across that same spot his tongue found, my head snaps back, breaking the contact with his eyes. He doesn’t stop pushing forward, I’m not sure he can stop right now. I feel every vein on his member running across that spot, almost as it were designed to tease me.

“Nighttide… you’re… you’re…”

His words cause me to look back up into his eyes. I smile as I see him, truly see him. There’s sweat pouring from his brow, a grunt of effort on his muzzle. I pull myself up to where our muzzles are right next to each other.

“You can go a little faster,” I whisper the words into his ear and pull back to look him in the eyes once more.

He kisses me and during this kiss, I can feel him increase his speed ever so slightly, his member going a bit more in. As we break, I look down to see that he’s not even half in, yet he fills me out in a way that is pure bliss to my mind and body.

My hind legs wrap around his flank as he pushes farther in. My body acts on its own as my legs force him in even farther, farther than either of us was ready for. My pull makes him go in a few inches at once, causing me to whimper slightly. Taz gasps in shock and pulls back.

“Nighttide? Are you okay?” he asks, looking down in shock as to see where he hurt me.

My hind legs stiffen as I feel him trying to pull even further out. I don’t want him to; this is not like before, I want… I will have all of him, I was meant for him, he was meant for me. I want to be his. That means I need to take everything he can give.

“Keep going.” The words leave my muzzle without conscious thought.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

To answer his question I move my hips ever so slightly, forcing myself further down and him further in. His eyes widen and I take his lips into a kiss, soothing his doubt. He smiles as we break it and slowly starts to push in and out; the sound is quickly accompanied by our moans.

I try to keep myself from pulling him in; I want him to go at his own pace. Slowly, he increases his speed and depth. With every few pushes, he adds another half inch, another bit of speed. It makes me feel good, better than that even.

Looking down he is almost ninety percent in now, and I can nearly feel him pressing at my cervix. I nearly cry out at that realization since I want everything from him.

It’s then I feel him, he lightly places a hoof against my muzzle, tentatively pressing against it. I smile at that small bit as I realize a fundamental truth. My mom was wrong, she was wrong about everything. It’s only now that I realize it’s not a mark of your strength that you prey upon the weak; it’s a mark of your strength on how much you protect the weak.

Taz wants to protect me; he wants to be my shield, my savor against ponies that have Godly powers. I know he’ll succeed too, simply because he will not accept failure. By all accounts, he’s weak, he has no magic, no power, and yet, yet at the same time he’s the strongest pony I’ve ever met in my life.

In his next push I feel him press against the entrance of my womb. A quick glance down conforms what I already know, that he’s barely made any more headway.

In my life I’ve been branded, burned, had my feathers plucked out one at a time, and even been dismembered. Yet this, failing here and now, this would be too much, too painful to bear.

Looking into Taz’s eyes, I simply smile. “More.”

He looks back, worry and doubt in his eyes at my word. I know that he can feel his tip pushing against my womb; I know that he can feel the barrier. I want him to take it down.

“Nighttide, I-” I silence his words with a kiss.

My eyes never leave his; they continue to stare into his soul, pleading with him. When we pull back I’m smiling at him, a smile that tells him everything he needs to now.

He grunts in effort as he pushes harder than ever before. In the next instant I feel pain, pain unlike any other I’ve experienced that night. However, it’s not what has my attention. What has that is the other thing, the feeling of his hips fully pressed against my own, his sack pressed up to my flank.

I did it, finally, we’re one.

He holds, too concerned about the look of pain on my muzzle to risk moving, too concerned about my own wellbeing to try and continue for his own pleasure.

I owe my mother one thing. It hurt, but it’s nothing compared to what I've been through before. She taught me how to be tough, how to continue despite the pain.

With a smile on my muzzle our lips met yet again. I press forward, my tongue entering his mouth. He’s fully in me and now I’m in him. The kiss is the allowance he wants, the confidence he needs that I’m okay. With that, he pulls out and pushes back, letting me squeal into his muzzle. This time there is no pain, just endless pleasure as he fully penetrates me again and again.

He increases his speed after a while and I can feel him pant and moan into my muzzle. I know that he is close by his twitching member deep inside me and that he can’t stop. I welcome it, everything. He’s now hammering into me and I scream in pleasure as our kiss breaks.

With his last deep buck into me I scream his name. His member invades my womb, spraying his thick seed directly into the main goal. I don’t know if his seed is fertile yet and I don’t care. He finally claims me as his, filling me with his cum. I don’t care if I’m pregnant now. In fact, I kind of hope I am, I want foals with him, as many as we can make. The thought of having such a big family, his family, it makes me smile.

Spray after spray of his seed splashes into my womb, filling me with it, I feel a small amount of it leaking out besides his member, traveling out my snatch and dripping down our flanks and onto the sheets. He fills me with everything he has and I’m glad he does. I’m already addicted to the feeling and know that I’ll never get enough of it.

He collapses onto me, no longer able to stand up on his own, his endurance spent. I can still feel him inside of me, his member twitching, and his seed coating my innermost walls. With a hoof, I brush part of his mane out of his eyes and greet his face with a smile.

We’re both sweaty, out of breath, and panting from the heat. The smell of our sex and sweat feels the air. It’s our smell though, the smell we created together. Taz breathes heavily, closing his eyes while his heart slowly returns to its usual beat.

A silent squeak nearly startles me, and out if the corner of my eye I can see raped movement by the cell door. I see a small part of a prismatic mane before it leaves my vision, but I don’t care. All that counts is the stallion lying on top of me, the stallion that is giving me all of his love.

“Nighttide…” The word sounds weak as he tries to speak, “can we do this again?”

That causes me to chuckle, “Everyday, my love.” I mean it too, every day that goes by that I don’t feel his touch will forever be a day wasted in my book.

“I love you,” he says despite a yawn on his face as he closes his eyes and lays his head down upon my chest. I cannot imagine how tired he is. I know that he stayed up to watch me sleep in Tartarus. Of course he would, he’d want to protect me while I slept. He’s been up for almost a day and I know that our lovemaking drained the last of his reserves.

Chuckling, I softly brush along his mane, eying every detail of him. I don’t care that we are still lying like that. I don’t care that he’s still inside me. I care that we’re sleeping together, as one.

I lay like that for a while before I start to feel sweet slumber coming to calm me; my last gaze is of Taz.

“I love you too,” I whisper weakly, I feel myself falling asleep, heading off to wonderful dreams with the stallion I love.

I know that Princess Rainbow Dash saw us, but I have no idea how much she saw, I don’t really care either. Come what may, the stallion sleeping upon me is mine, and I’m his. As long as that never changes I can deal with any consequences. As the last vestige of consciousness is about to leave me, I wrap my wings around him and squeeze. The action earns me a slight coo from him. I smile as I hear it; it’s the last thing I hear before sleep takes me.

Author's Notes:

Having sex is the seeking of physical pleasure from another. Making love is the physical expression of your love for another. When you love someone, truly love them, you cannot help but want to express that love.