Author's Notes:

WARNING! EXPLICIT CONTENT!

This chapter contains a scene of extremely graphic sexual nature between two consenting and recently married adults. If you are under 18 or do not wish to read this type of scene, don't. You have been warned.

For those of you who wish to read about the romantic wedding night of a loving couple, enjoy.

For those readers reading any of this series for the first time, do not be turned away by this. It is the first sexually explicit scene in over 700,000 words and it is the first time I have ever attempted anything of this nature.

I would like to thank my editor, now also co-author Ponyboy245, for his dedication and work with me on this chapter. I would also like to thank Lord Dragon for his valuable input. Finally I would like to give a big shout-out to Amethyst Blade for the musical score recommendation.

Artex carried Razor Wit across the threshold of their home then continued up the stairs as Oriana closed the door. The other mares all followed the newlyweds into the bedroom where Artex set his bride down on the bed. Razor Wit smiled up at her new husband as he leaned down to kiss her. She met his lips and the two shared a brief kiss before Artex straightened up, "I hope you don't mind, my love, but I'm going to change out of this outfit."

Razor rolled off the bed and trotted toward the bathroom, "I am too." She looked to Oriana, "Ori, would you be willing to help me out of this?"

Artex undressed and hung up his suit while Vaiawa and Rose laid down in the corners of the room. They took their positions so they would be out of the way unless or until they were needed. Artex stood in front of the dresser and licked his lips nervously. He focused on regulating his breathing and trying not to think about how nervous he was. He was thinking about Razor Wit and how she had previously reacted when they kissed. He did not want to even think about how she would react to actually making love.

The bathroom door opened and Razor stepped out levitating her gown in the air in front of herself. Artex stepped back out of her way as she proceeded to hang up her gown in the closet. Artex suddenly realized he was still standing there in his briefs. He walked over to the side of the bed and slipped under the covers. Razor Wit used her magic to flick the light switch to the 'low' setting and likewise slipped under the covers of the bed while Oriana stepped up to another corner of the room and laid down on her right, facing the bed.

Artex wasted no time in cuddling up to Razor. Lying down and with her hind legs stretched out, she was not much shorter than a Human woman. The tops of their heads laid in the same place on the pillow, but the bottoms of her hooves ended half way up the taller man's shins.

He slid his left arm under Razor's head to support her. He reached out and placed his right arm across her barrel, her coat tickling his finger tips. The two of them gazed into each other's eyes for long minutes as they lay there in the dim light. Each was nervous about what the night would come next. Artex bit his lower lip then spoke softly, "Razor, sweetheart," he swallowed, "Remember, if you need me to stop at any time, all you have to do is say: wait, stop, no, hold on, anything like that. I promise, love, I promise I will stop and I won't continue until you tell me to."

Razor Wit nodded, "I know, Artex. I love you."

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Her husband smiled back at her, "I love you too." He leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the lips. He did not pull back, nor did he push farther forward. He held his position, his lips brushing against hers with the lightest feather touch. They both knew what the night would bring. Each one of them desired the other. Razor Wit was nervous almost beyond words, but the caring presence of her husband brought her comfort. He was waiting for her. He was right there and he was ready, but he was refusing to move any faster than she was comfortable with. The thought made her long for him even more. She felt safe, wrapped up tightly there in his arms. She swallowed hard, trying to overcome her nervousness. Slowly closing the rest of the gap between them, her lips met his.

The kiss was light and airy. She wanted more, but feared what it would bring. She felt the gentle touch of his tongue against the tip of her lips, neither intense nor insistent but patient; waiting for her to open up to him. Her lips parted and for the first time she felt a part of him inside of her. His tongue inched forward, finding hers. Razor Wit whimpered in her throat at the new and foreign feeling. Her eyes clenched tightly shut as she inched her tongue against Artex', stroking its width while he responded in kind, caressing the velvety underside and tickling her. She felt the telltale fire kindle in her hips, as butterflies fluttered madly in her tummy. Her haunches tingled and a light moan escaped her. It was quiet and high pitched, worming its way out through her nose as she pressed ever more gently into the kiss.

His tongue massaged hers with moist tenderness, edging her further into her desire. Her hind legs shifted nervously under the covers, ruffling them with her unease. She felt his hand caressing her cheek in torturous, slow circles, gentle fingers seeking out every hair and every follicle. The stimulation of her fine, soft hairs tickled her, causing her to giggle into the kiss. His fingertips gradually caressed their way back from her cheek, sliding behind her ear then farther still as they encircled the back of her neck. She could feel them massaging away her tension with firm motions, pressing into her flesh as they gently pushed her deeper into the kiss.

Razor did not resist.

She wanted this; wanted to be with him in the one way she had never been with any other being before.

Mouths moving together in almost perfect unison, husband and wife allowed their love to flow forth between them. Razor felt arousal and desire rise within her, felt small shivers as they shot up her spine and consumed her every thought. She pressed herself against his firm chest and stomach, delighting in his otherworldly form as she had never before allowed herself to. She hesitantly lifted her left forehoof and touched his shoulder, slowly exploring the smooth skin and contours of muscle as the fine hairs of her hoof sought out every beautiful inch of his warm, firm body.

She pulled herself closer to him and deepened their kiss, sighing contentedly into her husband's lips as she felt him ease down her neck, combing his fingers through her mane. She felt his hand stroke her coat, felt his fingers as they explored as much of her as they could reach. There was longing in Artex' touch, a desperate and insatiable need to learn of her, to know her as no other ever had. She felt his hand reach her shoulder and continue smoothly down her back, stroking up and down along the length of her body with exquisite slowness, causing Razor to whimper with fear and desire into the kiss. His touch sent shivers down her spine as his palm smoothed down her coat, memorizing every contour of her back, every strand of her coat, every cord of muscle and every subtle divot and joint and protrusion of bone. His fingers memorized every last one, as he constructed a mental map of her.

Winding his way slowly downward, he continued his strokes with and against her coat, causing a tiny whine to blossom in her throat. His fingers touched every inch of her as his hand meandered its way down her body, up and down and side to side. Her shoulders became her upper back. Her upper back became her sides. Her sides became her lower back. And her lower back led his investigating touch to her haunches.

He began to gently caress her thighs, feeling no discernible difference between the hairs of her coat as he stroked his hand across her cutie mark. She felt his fingers brush the front of her haunch, probing gently, politely requesting entry with his movements. Razor welcomed his touch, relishing the tenderness of his caresses. Every moment they continued their affection, Razor felt her body getting warmer, preparing itself for her husband.

Razor swallowed nervously and lifted her hind leg, giving him access to the soft, warm treasures that lay beneath. His hand gently but insistently lifted her leg farther up from its partner and Razor's mind hazed out briefly as she surrendered herself to her man. She felt the blessed fog settle heavily on her thoughts, making her consciousness drift away as if held aloft by a subtle breeze. Her body tensed as he came closer to her breasts. She had never considered her breasts as having any part of making love. However, knowing and living with the man for so long had changed her. Tonight, her breasts would no longer simply be udders for feeding her foals, but soft lumps of supple flesh for pleasing her husband, and that he could use to please her in turn.

She felt his hand glide over her silken flesh and settle upon her left breast. In the same way as before, Razor gasped as she felt the intimacy of his touch. She inhaled sharply through her nose as his fingers brushed against her sensitive nipple, felt a shuddering breath clutch her throat when her fear sprang up within her like a striking predator. She suddenly broke the kiss, whimpering with need and fear as her legs began to shake uncontrollably.

Artex stopped his movements without her needing to say a single word. He pulled her to his chest and stroked her mane. "I won't hurt you, sweetheart," he whispered to her, paused before asking, "Do you... do you need me to stop?"

Though Razor was unable to answer him, her husband's quiet voice was comforting as he whispered his willingness to stop the moment she told him to. The depths of his caring was perhaps the surest sign that he truly loved her in his unusual, Human way and it made her ache for his touch even more.

Artex was such a gentle and caring soul.

Almost without thinking, she slipped her forehoof off his shoulder, slowly traced it down his arm all the while suppressing the urge to giggle as the fibers of her hoof mingled with the hairs of her human's well-toned arm. She felt her hoof reach his hand and she gently pressed his digits against her breast. She cracked open her eyes and looked up at him, panting slightly, "D-don't stop." Her voice was as a hint of a breath, barely distinguishable from her panting.

Nevertheless, Artex heard her. He nodded and leaned his head in, once more locking her in a kiss. Razor's eyes drifted closed. Her mind was still hazy, but she delighted in his touch like never before. He caressed her breast with a touch so light she barely knew it was there. She knew he was there though, the fog resting on her conscious mind grew heavier with every stroke of his gentle fingers against her sensitive skin. She floated on the vapors of subtle ecstasy, lost in the gentle, teasing pleasure brought by his fingers.

His hand drifted to her right breast and a renewed wave of pleasure overcame her. He began massaging her breast, two of his fingers gently pinching her nipple and rubbing it back and forth. The movements sent shivers of pleasure through her, increasing the heat which was kindling further between her legs. She pressed herself deeper into their kiss, felt the heat in her body rise as she panted and whimpered with each breath. She lifted her forehoof from his hand and raised it to his face, caressing the misshapen features from the crisscrossing trenches of scars to the lumps of bone that jutted beneath.

There were so many that would have considered such a face to be ugly but she did not care. She did not care what he looked like. She did not care that he was born a different species. Humans were not attractive, with their flat faces and gangly simian bodies. Their appearance was as alien as it was unattractive and though she hated herself for having such thoughts, it was simply a fact that not even she could deny.

But Artex was different. He was somebody that she desired in ways that she could never have imagined. This was the man she loved, her husband, the one who would always be there for her to love and protect and cherish and it was for that reason alone that made him the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes upon.

She gently pushed her tongue past his lips and his own tongue danced with hers in a ballet of wet, slippery passion. Her mind swam with new sensations. His fingers, his face, his lips, his tongue, it all threatened to overwhelm her.

She felt his fingers slowly slide off the swell of her breast and he began to slowly explore further in the direction of her tail, tickling every tiny hair between her breasts and her pelvic curtain. He was so close. So very close. She felt herself heat up even more at the thought of him touching her in those most intimate of places that she had reserved for him and him alone. She yearned for his touch; to know that he found her beautiful, that he valued and desired her strangely alien body the way she desired his. She had to know if she were enough to please him.

She wanted him to be happy with what she had to offer.

His fingers touched the base of her pelvic curtain, where the lowest part of her tummy met the closed muscles. His fingers gradually inched their way along the crease of skin shielding her nethers.

Razor panted into his mouth as the tickling sensation brought on a new experience of unexpected arousal. She was having trouble. She wanted to reveal herself to him, to let him see and touch her, but she could not. The fear held her tightly, forcing her to inaction, feeding off her uncertainty and forcing her to close herself to his advancing affections. If only she were more certain that he would like what she had, perhaps she could unfold for him.

She felt him inch his hand back, depriving her of the stimulation she desired. He broke the kiss and leaned his head up, tickling the tufts of her coat nearest to her left ear, "Razor," he whispered softly, "I need you to open for me..."

The tan mare shook her head in a small gesture of involuntary defiance. "You have... to push through..." she panted, "you need to... open me." She took another breath, quickly adding, "G-gently." she nuzzled her head under his chin. "Always gently... please." She brought her forehoof to his chest and rubbed it, barely aware of what she was doing as the fog in her mind was making her almost delirious with half-numb excitement and desire.

Before she knew it, she felt his fingers gently pressing against her pelvic curtain. His touch was as gentle as always, never rushed, never forceful. Her body reacted on an instinctual level and her pelvic curtain spread apart completely. Razor swallowed hard, knowing in the recesses of her cloudy mind that he was free to touch her in a way that none had ever touched her before. The fear beat at her consciousness, screaming dire warnings into her mind. The fog was a blessing. It made the fear seem somewhat muted, allowing her to give her husband access to her most sacred place.

His touch was hesitant, tickling the curly hairs which surrounded the mound of her untouched lips. The fear suddenly increased beyond anything she had ever felt before and Razor's body tensed instantly. Her forehoof pressed against Artex' chest and pushed herself up and away from his gently probing fingers. Her eyes clenched shut as a small, soft cry issued forth from her mouth.

Artex stopped and rested his fingers along the length of her nether lips, "Are you alright, Razor?" He asked quietly. The aroused, frightened Unicorn sucked in a shaking breath and nuzzled her face harder against his firm chest.

She wanted to be alright.

More than that, she wanted to be with him, wanted it so badly she could cry.

Her body burned for his touch with a desire beyond words or description, but the fear was still there. She tried her best to fight the fear, but it was unrelenting. Taking a few breaths, she forced her way past those first layers of her fear, gave Artex a tiny nod as she pressed her muzzle pressed against the coarse hairs of his chest and hoped he would understand the signal. She was almost completely incapable of speech as her mind rode the turbulent waves of pleasure and fear. She nodded her head a second time and felt his fingers start to move again.

He traced his middle finger up and down the svelte cleft of her vulva which was now drenched in the aroused honeydew distilled from deep within her. His fingers glided over her tender flesh and with every intimate touch and movement Razor either whimpered or gasped, writhing against him. Every tickle of a hair, every motion of his fingers provided new and exciting stimulation. Her virgin body cried out in delicious agony as she soon found herself trying to escape the wonderful, new sensations before quickly pressing harder against Artex' own sweat-slicked flesh.

Artex pressed a finger against the cleft of her labia, spreading her tender lips around his exploring digit. The sensation of being touched inside her protective lips was utterly new and exciting and scary at the same time. His finger delved a little deeper and hard, almost painful pleasure once again shot through her and she felt the fire within her shift from her hips to everything under her tail. The sensation all but exploded into a fresh, new wave of desire. With the desire came the fear which was stronger than ever before.

Her mind broke.

Razor's chest hitched and she cried out loudly, gasping and struggling in his arms. She tried to push him away but her body urged her hips forward, grinding the hills surrounding her untarnished valley against his hand. She cried out a second time and he let her go. She tired to crawl her way across the bed before she suddenly felt several pairs of strong hooves grab and take hold of her, turning her onto her stomach and holding her in place.

Razor tried to curl in on herself, acting almost purely on instinct. She felt the coats of the other mares press against hers. She welcomed their presence, taking comfort from their proximity. She needed them. The fear was so strong, stronger than she had imagined. She wanted Artex to continue, but she could not give herself to him without the aid of her sister/wives, "H-help me..." she pleaded in a quavering voice.

She felt a tickle at her left ear, but it took a few moments before she registered any words. It was Oriana, "Ssssshhhhh," the zebra mare soothed, "Settle down, Razor. Settle down..."

Oriana was holding Razor's left forehoof in a firm grip and the Unicorn could sense that she would not be able to move unless Oriana let her go. Despite the firm hold, Oriana was constantly nuzzling the left side of Razor's face, shushing and soothing her.

Razor heard Rose in her other ear, "He isn't going to hurt you." She nuzzled the side of the panicked mare's face, holding her right forehoof the same way Oriana was holding her left. "He loves you." she nuzzled Razor's right ear again, "You know he's always gentle with us. He wants you, but he won't do anything until you let him." She paused briefly, looking back behind Razor at Artex' nervous expression before she spoke again, "Do you need him to stop?"

Razor's mind was rolling in the depths of her arousal, her fear seeming to abate a tiny bit with every word. She was only barely aware of the question, yet it registered in her mind. She did not want him to stop. She had never felt so amazing in her entire life. His touch was magic. Razor Wit blearily shook her head, mumbling, "Keep going..."

Vaiawa was lying on the bed directly in front of Razor. The Changeling Queen's voice spoke above the Unicorn, "Then stand for him." She said quietly, "Up you go." Razor struggled to do so. Vaiawa released the hold of her magic on Razor's hind legs. The Unicorn mare's whole body felt dizzy, uncoordinated and she stumbled trying to get her back legs to work. Vaiawa used her magic and gently lifted the tan mare's hindquarters into a standing position. The Changeling Queen kept her horn lit and dragged a pillow under Razor's head. Rose and Oriana each placed a hoof on the back of the tan mare's head and gently inched her face downward toward the pillow. Razor rested her head on the soft surface of the down pillow while Vaiawa resumed holding her hind legs immobile on the bed.

Artex bit his lip. Razor was being held down by the other mares. Many times when he had imagined this moment, it had been kinky, an illicit fantasy worthy of any adolescent teenager weaned on x-rated videos and pornographic magazines. To see it in real life, as it was happening before his very eyes, was something altogether different. He felt confused. Torn between arousal and disgust with actions he would normally find heinous in the extreme. He wanted to be with Razor. His body screamed with his need to feel her surrounding him, to be inside of her, to be one with her. Seeing her being held down though, made him feel filthy and ashamed. He shook his head, confused and dizzy. He couldn't...

"Take me..." the words were barely there. He blinked and looked back at his wife, uncertain he had even heard her. "Take me, my love..."

Artex blinked once more, his lust and shame ravaged mind trying to process what he had just been told to do. With slow, hesitant movements, he crawled his way towards the writhing pile of mares, climbed over Razor's back until he was practically covering her. "Are... are you sure?" He asked quietly. There was no way he was going to keep going unless she was absolutely certain.

Razor swallowed and nodded her head, l her coat rustling against the pillow, her eyes still closed, "Please," she whispered, "I want you to..." she swallowed again, letting out a small whimper as she did so. "Take me... I'm yours... all yours."

Artex leaned all the way over and kissed the side of her face, "I promise... I'll be gentle." He reached out and gently smoothed down her muzzle, wiped away the beads of tears and sweat that dotted her cheek before finally leaning back and settling on his knees. He gazed down at his wife, drinking in the sight of her fuchsia mane as it framed her beautiful alien face like a flowing, crimson halo.

Artex shifted his weight as he removed his briefs, letting his engorged member spring free from its confinement. He then inched forward on his knees and gently placed his hands on Razor's haunches. The mare whimpered as his fingers stroked their way through her soft coat. There was no place on her body, within his reach, that was beyond his tender caresses. His touch and her posture continued to arouse her as the other mares whispered comforting words of encouragement into her ears. It was what she wanted. She wanted to be in control of herself when she gave herself to her husband.

His hands glided over her body, her coat giving way under the press of his fingers. He leaned down and began lightly kissing her back and flanks, inching his way back toward the place her tail shifted away from. Her body became more and more sensitive the closer he came to her. He lowered his head and with glacial slowness, kissed his way across her backside until his nose tickled the curly hairs surrounding her sopping wet mounds. He extended his tongue and slowly licked a tiny circle around her hairs, leaving the liquid from his lips to mix with the liquid from her own.

Razor whimpered, her hind legs shaking in expectation. She wanted him so badly. She tried to widen her stance to allow him more access to her, but Vaiawa's magic held her tight. Some mares became so frightened, they kicked their stallions by accident.

Artex extended his tongue again and touched the tip to her vaginal lips, slowly licking upward. Razor cried out softly and struggled against the other mares. Oriana, Rose, and Vaiawa all held onto her, still whispering encouragement, "Let him touch you." "You're okay, Razor." "He's getting to know you, it's alright." Razor valued their presence. She was dizzy with delight as she nodded her head, rustling her ear against the pillow.

Artex placed his hands on either side of her curly hairs and used his thumbs to spread her apart for him to see. Razor's voice came as quavering whines, renewed with every breath and she arched her back toward the bed as he ran his tongue up and down her revealed sex. A small bead of additional moisture formed and slid down from the opening of her vagina. Her inner walls parted ever so slightly and he saw the blockage of her hymen stretching across the opening, farther within. He licked her again, starting from the bottom and working his way up, eliciting another soft cry from her. He repeated his action, slowly developing a rhythm. With every lick, he made sure to keep the muscles of his tongue soft so as not to apply too much pressure to her. He licked the pulled open sides of her labia then switched back to his usual licks along the center of her open body. Razor writhed and squirmed at his attention to her most tender parts. He decided not to prolong his exploration.

There would be time for that later.

Deeming her ready, he raised his head and placed his left hand on her thigh to give himself a little extra leverage. He listened to the sound of Razor's panting breaths begin to speed up, knowing what was coming, afraid and eager at the same time. He held her firmly, his hand pressed against the softness of her flank while he guided himself toward her opening. He felt Razor tense when the head of his member kissed the entrance of her vagina. He listened as she sucked in a breath and let it out as a high pitched moan as he began rubbing himself up and down the cleft of her lips, coating himself with her moisture.

Razor's whole body shook with anticipation, eager and fearful at the same time. But more than that, she was willing. She did not merely want him any more, she needed him with a primal, base desire she could not form into words or even coherent thoughts.

He stopped at her entrance, making sure his aim was true. He leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her cheek as he stroked her mane with his free hand, watched as she suddenly turned her head and kissed the inside of his palm. He stroked her cheek once more before placing his hand on her thigh once more, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Remember," he said quietly, "Just say the word and I'll stop."

Razor nodded, swallowing one last time. He readied himself and looked to the three mares who were focused on nuzzling and calming Razor down. Rose and Oriana whispered reassurances between nuzzles to the frightened, aroused mare while she shook and quivered with perspiration already starting to glisten on her coat. Vaiawa's horn continued to glow as she held her position in front of Razor, whispering her own quiet reassurances as she stroked the tan mare's head with her hoof.

Artex caught Vaiawa's attention and saw her large eyes flicker up to meet his uncertain gaze. He mouthed a question to her and she nodded before leaning down until her face was level with the tan Unicorn mare. "Razor," she whispered, nudging her sister/wife's head with her nose, "Razor Wit?" The only response from the mare was an inquisitive whine from her throat. Vaiawa leaned in close to her ear, "Artex wants to know if you're ready."

Razor only barely heard the question, such was the state of her mind. She licked her lips, her pink tongue glistening in the dim light. Her nod of affirmation was accompanied by another whimper of nervous expectation. Vaiawa looked back up at Artex and nodded silently. His expression showed that he understood. He then flicked his eyes toward Oriana and Rose.

Vaiawa nodded in a subtle movement. She nudged both Oriana and Rose, catching their attention. They looked up briefly and met the Changeling Queen's eyes, "It's time. Get ready. She's going to need us." The two other mares both tightened their grip on Razor and leaned their heads back down as they resumed whispering comfort to the frightened bride.

Artex took a slow, steadying breath and said, "Gentle push." He slowly pushed forward, aided by the grip of his hands on Razor's hips. The wide head of his shaft pressed firmly at her delicate entrance, the pressure spreading as her body slowly began to open for him.

Razor cried out at the pressure as she felt the blunt tip of his hardness forcing its way inside her, stretching her sopping wet sex with the first agonizingly slow stroke. She could feel his girth slowly opening more of her with every passing second, sending thousands of tingles through her. The feeling was foreign and startling.

Artex felt the warmth of her flesh radiating from farther within, beyond the barrier he had yet to reach. He withdrew slowly, allowing her some time to relax from the first push. At Razor's cry, the other mares began whispering faster, trying to help Razor Accept her husband.

"It's alright, Razor."

"He's going slow so he doesn't hurt you."

"Try to relax. He's being gentle with you."

On and on they spoke to her.

Artex did not dare wait too long. He gingerly set himself against her stretched and raw vaginal opening again, "Gentle push," he whispered before pressing forward again, feeling the pressure of her heated virgin walls surrounding him. His progress was slow and steady, spreading her as he went, careful not to push too hard or too fast until her body began opening a little easier.

Razor's entire mind went blank, as she felt her walls being pushed to their limits. It was painful, almost beyond endurance but somewhere within herself, she was could sense her body Accepting the flesh invading her own. Her vision almost turned white at the sheer intensity of it and a quiet scream issued up from her throat as Artex gently forced his way further into her willing body. The pressure against her vaginal walls was intense but still there was an exquisite heat and pleasure within the dull pain that surged through her and the comforting words from the other mares edged her onward. Her awareness drifted as he withdrew from her a second time. She felt sore, but the emptiness from his absence from her was far worse.

Artex felt as though he belonged there, buried within her depths. He positioned himself again, making sure his grip was solid. With the second push, he had made it to her hymen. He took another breath to steady himself. "Gentle push," he said to himself one last time, making sure not to rush or hurry. He maintained steady pressure as he felt himself slide into her depths, felt her body grip him tightly, so tightly it almost hurt. Bit by bit, he slowly made his way deeper into her. Her resistance even before her cherry was intense making his progress was painfully slow. It was as though every fiber of her helpless body was both fighting him and welcoming him all at once. The muscles within her vagina squeezed him like a vice, but he pressed onward. He felt her barrier against the head of his member and he applied more pressure against it. He grunted, trying to be careful. He knew it would be painful for her, but he continued to slowly apply more pressure until her last barrier finally surrendered itself to his advances.

Blood blossomed between the mare and the human's interlocking flesh. It flowed and mixed with the juices of their arousal.

A pained scream erupted from Razor's mouth as she felt something give way within her body before finally breaking open. Her back arched and her hind legs quivered. Oriana, and Rose quickly tightened their grip on the struggling mare. They spoke ever more urgently to her, doing their best to calm the panicked Unicorn. Razor's mind worked against her. She struggled wildly against the other mares holding her in place, her instinct crying and struggling as she lavished in the pleasure and pain flowing outward from her stretched passage. She pushed back suddenly in her thrashing, forcing Artex the rest of the way inside.

The intensity of the sensation froze her in place.

She felt a fullness she had never imagined. Her body was stretched so far it ached in every inch. The muscles in her widened walls pulsed, tightening around his shaft. The heat from her body mixed with the heat from his intruding phallus. The heat grew between them, where they connected. She wanted him more than ever. Her mind hit upon a moment of clarity and her desire reached a crescendo, "More!" She cried, panting heavily "Take me! Take me, now!" She wanted to feel him forever. The moment passed and she felt him slowly pull back out. Every movement of him within her lit up nerve endings within her that she never imagined even existed. His girth was so full, he had her stretched so far, she actually slid backward as he pulled back out. His withdrawal left her feeling empty, she needed him inside her. She needed to feel him deep within her own body.

He left his tip within her and slowly began to push back in. Razor's scream was no less pained the second time, but she welcomed him back into her body. He belonged there, buried deep within her. She slid forward as Artex continued to push himself inside of her. She felt every inch of him light up the fire in her loins, stoking the flames to greater and greater intensity. Every second she thought she had taken all he had to offer, but more of him kept coming. She felt as though she would burst or melt or tear, but the pleasure splashed waves over her fears, calming her enough to experience the joy of giving herself to her husband.

Razor squirmed as she felt his stomach press against her backside, writhed and shifted her legs, trying to open them farther to ease the stress on her body. The fullness pressing toward her womb was beyond words.

He began to withdraw again, pulling Razor back, her hooves trying in vain to find purchase against the sheets. He inched his way out, leaving behind her tender flesh, raw from the repeated intrusions. She gritted her teeth as she felt him slip out of her body, her walls trying to clamp down on him, but to no avail. Her moisture was present, coating him with her slickness.

He pushed forward again and her body welcomed him. Ripples of pleasure emanated from her velvety depths. Her muscles gripped onto him again, trying to hold him in place, massaging his the length of his shaft. He began to withdraw again, and again she was pulled backward as her body refused to let him go easily. His naturally flared tip rubbed against every stretched fold within her, stimulating her further. Just as he was nearly out, he pushed back in.

Razor's pained screams slowly morphed into gasping, pleasured cries as Artex built up a slow but steady rhythm. The sharp pains from before slowly faded away, little by little with each of his movements. Razor felt herself sliding back and forth on the bed, helpless against his strong, smooth strokes. She lost herself to the intense, pleasurable sensations. Every time he pulled out she took a slow breath, every time he pushed she cried out. Each slow thrust was a new experience, somehow more intense and profound than the one before. The pleasure from her husband was building into something that began to bloom within her.

She was lost in a maelstrom of ecstasy and powerful pressure. She did not even register that the other mares had withdrawn and were no longer holding her. Neither did she hear the bedroom door close behind them. She spread her hind legs to allow him easier access, yet he still pushed and pulled her back and forth across the bed. The pleasure continued to build with every perfect stroke. Her whole body, every fiber of her being, shook and trembled from the exquisite sensations of him taking her. She raised her head from the pillow, crying out as he pushed and pulled, forward and back, time and time and time again. Her whole body tingled and she raised her head even higher, her back arching.

She suddenly found a pair of lips pressed to her left cheek as his moist, heated breaths breezed past her eyelashes. She turned her head, barely able to make sense of anything at all, and she kissed him back. She felt his right hand let go of her thigh and wrap around her neck, just below her chin, holding her head there as their lips mashed together, tongues dancing wildly, deep in the throes of passion. His essence filled her to the core. His adoration, his love, his passion, all of it. He lost himself in the intensity of the moment as he pressed against her, pushing the two of them as close as he could. He wanted to feel her against his skin, to feel her every breath, to truly become one with his love.

The fire within Razor's body threatened to overwhelm her. Sweat dripped down her face and mane, a shimmering sheen of perspiration on her coat. She panted into his mouth, crying out softly with every new push and pull, felt every last muscles in her body begin to tighten and flex in preparation for something new.

Artex grunted loudly into their kiss, sweat dripping from his own body onto hers as she answered him in kind. They were too lost in their passion to speak, but every grunt from either of them, every pant, every movement was their combined song.

The speed and power of Artex' thrusts suddenly increased to a fevered pace and he began pounding mercilessly into his new wife. Her eyes suddenly flashed open at the sudden increase and as she she screamed a deep, husky, cry into their kiss as he held her lips against his.

It was too much. She felt as if she were going to die. Her breath hitched as she let out another scream in time with her panting. Each breath carried her cries through the room, matched by her husband's grunting. From within her, something suddenly gave way. Her legs lost all strength and she was forced to ride his thrusts. Her mind was gone. Wave after wave of impossible ecstasy struck her in a never ending cycle of pleasure as every one of Artex' thrusts pushed her further and further into her orgasm. Her vaginal muscles spammed wildly around his rampaging member as he somehow sped up his thrusts even faster, grunting with exertion from every push. She pressed herself even deeper into their kiss, her voice rattling against his lips and tongue as her body did its best to milk him for the seed it longed for.

He suddenly hilted himself inside her and held the position. Razor felt him twitching inside her and she knew she had pleased him the way she wanted. His already thick member swelled even further as his own orgasm hit him with the power of a tidal wave. His strong grip on her loosened as his body was suddenly wracked with mind-bending spasms of ecstasy. For more than two years he had been deprived of the sweet intense intimacy of a lover. Gouts of semen shot deep within her body, much of it jetting into her womb. In different circumstances, had they both intended on it, it would have led to the conception of life. He filled her with as much of his essence as he possibly could. Thick ropes of his ivory seed shot out, coating both of their sexes like watery glue.

Razor was too exhausted to move. Her body was spent. She rode out the last of her husband's thrusts as he too came down from his release. Even in his tired state, he was gentle with her. She felt him slip his right arm under her stomach as he pulled out of her one final time. She whined in her throat from the extra stimulation as he carefully laid her down on the bed. He laid down next to her and pulled her tightly against his chest, caressing her mane and giving her long, slow kisses along her jaw and lips. Her mind swam with dizzying sensations she had never expected. Her whole body felt fatigued to the extreme. She wanted to reach out, to hold her husband, to show him how much she loved him, but she was too spent to do anything except breathe.

Razor could hear the frantic beating of his heart as he too tried to cool down from their impassioned love making. She felt him nuzzle the top of her head above her horn, his heavy panting ruffling her mane. She was also panting from exertion, sore beyond words, her nethers aching from the intense coupling she had and Artex had shared as she felt a mix of their fluids and her own blood trickling down her backside. She had little energy left, helpless, unable to even lift her hoof. She wanted to touch him, to be sure that he was real. Everything was too wonderful for words to express. Even the warmth of their shared afterglow was perfect. No other words seemed to even come close. She contented herself to simply lay there, held by her love, safe withing his arms.

As they laid there, she gradually slowed her breathing to a normal pace. Artex tenderly wiped the sweat off her face before tending to his own. He held his wife in his arms protectively, cuddling her close to him. He lowered his head and whispered, "Razor Wit, are you alright?"

Razor only barely managed to scrape together enough energy to nod and say a few words, "I'm alright, Artex."

The man smiled down and gave his wife a gentle squeeze, "I love you, sweetheart."

Razor smirked dreamily as consciousness left her, "I love you too." They drifted off to sleep, cuddled together, their love shared for the first time. It had been worth waiting for a hundred times over.