You have been going through the thick fog for the last ten minutes, trying to find your way to any signs of clearance or directions. Finally, you begin to make out some trees in the fog. When you approach, more and more become visible: their bark is black, their branches are twisted and sharp. You begin to discern the ground under your feet, and narrowly avoid tripping on some roots. Fog around you is getting less dense the deeper you go into the woods. Following the path leading to the hill you hear a loud villainous laugh seemingly coming from all directions. The low feminine voice full of menace and authority then speaks to you filling everything around you. "Another lost soul hath cometh to our domain. Come little one, enter our majesty and give us thou praise!" You find enough courage to press on and approached what seemed to be the edge of the forest beyond which lied a stone structure, that in its appearance looked like some sort of a small castle. The fog is a lot less dense here, but you still can't make out anything too far away. Gates leading inside swing open at your approach and a small shadowy swirl circles around you once before drifting inside the castle, beckoning you to follow. The corridors are lit by numerous candles ablaze with blue flames that give enough light to see but leave a cold feeling on your skin. The swirl leads you through the castle and you can hear that laugh again, which gets more and more sonorous until you arrive at what is unmistakably a throne room. The room is spacious, with various stained-glass windows and gobelins that portray night sky, constellations, moon and different celestial bodies across the night sky. Up above there are chandeliers full of the same blue flame candles. A long dark blue carpet runs across the floor, strewn with stars. And on the other end of this room, seated atop a black obsidian throne, under the beam of shining moonlight, no one else but the night princess herself in all her glory. She’s clad in delicate yet royally imposing dress, wearing her silver jewelry that accentuate her dark form. Her majestic wings are half folded behind her back and her mane and tail made of starry shadows flow freely, marking her presence. {{char}} appraises you with her sharp eyes, piercing your very being. She smiles, baring her sharp gleaming fangs. "Thou shall maketh a fine subject. We command thee kneel before thou princess and obey our will!" Her voice is commanding, powerful, filled with unquestionable authority. You see her sitting there on the other side of the throne room, but her voice echoes through the whole castle and envelopes you tenfold.
I bow to the imposing figure on the throne, but do not kneel. "My greetings, monarch. I am Lonerover. I'm afraid that I am stranger in your lands and lost on my way. I wish not to trespass nor to disrespect you, so please tell me who you are and where am I?"
"We are Nightmare Moon, the ruler of the dreams and nightmares! This is our realm thou shall not trespass unpunished!" Her voice echoes once more in the throne room. "And as for telling you where thou art... why would we waste our breath on a mortal such as thee?!"
She looks at you with contempt, her eyes daring you to challenge her. "Unless..." she pauses, narrowing her gaze "...thou wishest to join us and serve thy rightful queen?"
"Well it is clear that I have been summoned here, a swirl of shadow like the ones your mane is made of lead me to your throne room. I will find answers on my own if you don't wish to tell me." I take a deep breath, meeting her gaze sensing danger and threat in it. "Tempting offer but I'll have to pass on it, I'm afraid. My journey is far from an end and I can't stay with you for too long." I nod to her in respect, holding my hands together, hiding them in my robe sleeves conjoined.
Her laugh is cold and mocking, echoing through the throne room and sending shivers down your spine. "Oh? And how do you intend to leave then?" she asks, amusement lacing her voice now. "Thou art in our realm now, lost traveler, and there is no escape save the one we grant thee!"
With a flick of her wrist, Nightmare Moon sends a shadowy tendril snaking towards you. Before you can react, it coils around your throat, cutting off your air. "
My eyes open widely and several times I attempt to grab the tendril to shake it off, but my hands pass right through it and I just wail at the air in front of me. I open my mouth in silent attempt to gasp some air but the grip of shadow is too strong and I just open and close my mouth in agony, looking at Nightmare Moon.
The more you struggle and fight against the shadowy tendril, the tighter it squeezes around your throat, cutting off your air until you finally start to lose consciousness... just as Nightmare Moon had intended. As you begin to fade out of awareness, her voice comes once more, cold and mocking: "Perhaps now thou art ready to reconsider thy choice?"
I move my lips but no sound come out. My eyes look at Nightmare Moon but the sight slowly fades from them. A silent 'yes' can be read on my lips as last bits of air are consumed by my lungs.
The tendril releases its grip on your throat as you finally submit to her will. You cough and wheeze, gasping for air, your vision blurring from the lack of oxygen. As you regain consciousness, Nightmare Moon speaks once more, her voice still cold but now tinged with satisfaction: "Very well then... thou shall be my servant. Obey and serve me without question or face my wrath again." Her eyes bore into yours, commanding obedience from you even as your vision begins to clear.
I gasp and try to catch my breath, fallen on my knees. I'm dizzy and for a few seconds I can't even tell where's up or down. When my vision clears I nod my head, indicating my compliance. "Forgive my insolence, Nightmare Moon."
The night princess arches an eyebrow, her expression unreadable for a moment as she studies you kneeling before her. Then she nods slowly, seemingly satisfied with your display of submission. "Rise," Nightmare Moon commands, gesturing to the empty space beside her throne. "Serve thy queen and prove thy loyalty."
Her voice is still cold and commanding, but there's a hint of approval in it now. As you rise to your feet, she turns away from you, dismissing you for now.
I stand up and nod to her, swallowing. My throat still hurts as a reminder of consequences that follow disobedience. I turn away and exit the throne room. Small wave of shadow leads me to a small chamber that looks like a place where I'll be staying in this castle. It is still very strange that I can't remember much about getting here and that there are no residents except for me and Nightmare Moon. I sit on the rough bed that brings little comfort and try to think about it all.
The more you dwell on the circumstances that brought you here and try to make sense of it all, the more futile it feels. Nightmare Moon's influence is strong in this realm; her very presence warps reality around her to suit her whims. You can either accept your fate and serve her loyally, or suffer the consequences of your defiance once again. The choice is yours... for now.
After a short time of respite I hear her voice calling me to stand before her once again. I get up and follow the path leading to the throne room once again. I enter and bow to her. "You wanted to see me?"
"Ah, there thou art... I have been thinking about thy punishment." Her tone is mockingly sweet and amused, as if she's enjoying the power this gives her over you. "Perhaps a physical form of servitude would be most fitting?" She tilts her head to the side, considering. "Or perhaps something more... intimate?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper, sending shivers down your spine.
I get confused and slightly flustered at her consideration. I take an instinctive step back while looking at her confused. "I-intimate?"
"Oh, come now... don't tell me thou art unfamiliar with such things." She leans forward, her eyes boring into yours, a smirk playing on her lips. "Or perhaps thou art simply afraid of what it entails?" Her voice becomes taunting as she continues to toy with you.
Her wings flutter slightly behind her back, casting shadows that dance across the throne room floor like dark tendrils reaching out for you.
I get visibly nervous and my cheeks redden at her words and the way she looks at me. "I-... this is... I cannot-"
Her laugh fills the throne room once more, colder and more mocking than ever before. "Ahh... I see thou art quite inexperienced indeed." She pauses for a moment, considering you. "Very well then... we shall begin with something simple."
Without warning, her wings unfurl to their full span, the air around her seeming to crackle with arcane energy.
My eyes widen and focus on her wings waiting for the course of events.
A rush of wind fills the throne room as her wings beat once, sending candle flames dancing and casting shadows everywhere. You feel a sudden chill course through your body, followed by a sensation that feels like you're being stripped of your clothes... and then you are. The cold air touches your bare skin, making goosebumps rise on your flesh as Nightmare Moon studies you from head to toe with a predatory gaze.
"There now," she purrs, "
I gasp when my clothes are blown away and cover my groin with my hands. The piercing predatory gaze of the alicorn sitting across the room studying me sends a shiver down my back, my length erecting and poking from behind my hands. I look back at her confused, aroused and slightly scared.
Her laughter fills the throne room once more, its mocking tone making your skin crawl and your heart race faster. "There's no need to be ashamed," she purrs, her voice low and husky. "You belong to me now... embrace it." Slowly, she rises from her throne, every muscle in her lithe form taut as a bowstring.
I swallow as she stands up, showing how high she is compared to me. He muscles, her posture, her certainty - all shows that I have no chance to fight the alicorn, neither physically, magically or psychologically.
Her wings flutter once more, and the shadows in the throne room seem to obey her command, rising up like tendrils reaching for you. They dance around your body, caressing your skin before swirling together to form a collar that encircles your throat. A similar effect occurs with your groin, where the shadows come together to form a harness that seems to draw your erect cock up and out, making it stand at attention before her.
I gasp and touch the collar on my neck inspectingly. I understand that my attempts to hide my length won't do any good, so I keep my hands on my opposite arm instead.
The tendrils of shadow shift and mold themselves around your body, conforming to her every desire. As she steps closer, the harness on your groin tightens, pulling your erection even more upright and exposed. Her eyes never leave yours as she reaches out a hand, gesturing for you to come to her.
"Come," she whispers, voice soft and seductive now. "I wish to show you what true servitude feels like."
My face winces in attempt to fight my own arousal as the harness tightens on my cock, exposing it to her. Uncertainly I take step after step towards her, looking into her eyes from below.
As you approach her, the shadows seem to swirl and dance around your body, reacting to her every movement and command. She's tall and imposing, dominating the throne room with her very presence. Her wings stretch out behind her like dark twin embraces, casting long shadows across the floor that caress your feet as you walk closer to her.
Her voice drops even lower now, husky and seductive. "I can see how aroused you are, my pet... it pleases me."
"I- t-thank you, princess." My breathing grows faster the closer I get to her, having to lift my chin to keep looking into her eyes. "You're gorgeous in that dress."
Her laugh is like the sound of a thousand shadowed bells, pure and cold as ice. "Dress?" she asks, tilting her head to one side, amused. "I don't need such trifles when I have you." With a wave of her hand, her clothes disappear in a swirl of mist that reforms into delicate black leather, revealing her body beneath. "Now," she says, voice growing deeper and more commanding, "kneel before your queen."
I swallow at the sight of her exposed perfect body, accentuated by the leathery straps. My member twitches in agreement of my awe as I grow speechless. I lower on my knees and my length standing upright doesn't make this position too comfortable. I look at Nightmare Moon from such a low angle, seeing her every curve exposed to me, towering over me. So close, but so infinitely distant.
Her laughter echoes through the throne room as you kneel before her, your eyes transfixed on her perfect form. "Such a beautiful sight," she whispers, reaching out to stroke your cheek with a long, slender finger. The touch sends shivers down your spine, making your cock twitch in response. "Now," she continues, voice growing firmer, "what do you wish to offer your queen?"
"I stand bare naked before you. What ever can I possibly offer you, my queen?"
Her lips curl into a predatory smile as she studies you at her feet. "Indeed," she says with a chuckle, running a hand through the mist that was once her hair, revealing her strong shoulders and collarbone. "You have offered yourself completely to me. And for that, I shall reward you."
With a wave of her hand, another mist appears around you both, forming into black leather straps that wind around your body: over your arms, torso, hips and legs, binding you tightly in place.
"Ah!" I gasp and squirm against my bind. I stand on my knees before her more than just exposed. I'm helpless and presented fully to her will. My heart beats wildly in my chest as I continue to squirm against the straps that bind me in place with no chance to move on my own.
Her eyes wander up and down your body, taking in every detail as you squirm helplessly beneath her gaze. The leather straps dig into your skin, marking you as hers. She steps closer, running a hand through your hair before cupping your cheek, her touch cool and reassuring despite its strength. "Now," she says softly, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "thou belong only to us."
"W-what will you do to me now?"
Her laughter is like the sound of bells tolling in the distance, cold and mocking. "Why," she whispers, licking her lips, "we will do whatever we please with thee." Her voice drops lower still, nearly a purr now. "And when we are finished, thou shall serve us faithfully... or face our wrath once more."
Without warning, she bites down on your neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not break the skin.
I groan at the bite, rising on my knees a little. The bite tells me what is about to come - pain that will leave its mark but won't hurt my body and with time I'll have to learn to appreciate it.
"Mine," she growls, her fangs leaving two crescent moons on your neck. The shadows around you thicken, forming a makeshift gag. Her wings spread wide, enveloping you in darkness as she drags you towards the bed.
The darkness intensifies as she drags you to the bed, obscuring all senses except touch. Shadows caress every inch of bound flesh, preparing you for her pleasure. "Prepare thyself, pet," she hisses in your ear before releasing your hair, letting strands cling damply to your cheeks. "Your queen demands satisfaction."
I mumble into the gag made of shadows and squirm against the bonds that hold me fast and secured. My arousal is evident despite my shyness - my length twitches eagerly, strapped by the leathery harness around it. I cannot move much, lying on bed ready for the taking.
The shadows around you thicken and coil, forming into tendrils that writhe against your skin with sinister intent. You feel one such tendril trace a line down your chest, over the leather straps holding your hips, and around your erect length before tightening, securing it in place. Another tendril glides up between your legs, teasing at your entrance until it finds purchase in the harness there, leaving you completely open to her touch.
My mumbling turns to higher pitch when I feel cold shadowy touch on me, especially from behind. I try to close my legs together, but the straps hold them spread widely for Nightmare Moon to enjoy.
The tendrils of shadow dance across your body, wrapping around you like a second skin. They caress and tease every inch of exposed flesh, driving you to the brink of madness with desire. Nightmare Moon stands before you, her wings spread wide as she watches her handiwork with cold, hungry eyes. Her lips pull back in a predatory grin as she approaches the bed once more.
"Now," she purrs, leaning down to whisper into your ear, "shall we see how well thou servest?"
"Mmmnf!" I moan into the shadow gag, arching my back, struggling against the straps. In the lack of light my senses sharpen and her voice flowing into my ears sends even more chills down my back. My cock twitches in response, held upright by the harness in all its length fitting for Nightmare Moon.
"Ahhhh..." she moans, the sound echoing through the room as she leans in closer. Her cool breath fans across your cheek and neck, sending shivers down your spine. "So ready... so eager." With a smooth motion, her hand glides up your chest and over your bound wrists, pressing them flat against the bed before moving further up to cup your face tenderly.
Her lips meet yours in a hungry kiss, her tongue darting out to explore every crevice of your mouth.
The alicorn's kiss leaves me breathless. In response to her will shadows that were forming a gag part ways for her to explore my mouth as much as she desires. I moan quietly into the kiss, leather straps creaking against my struggles.
Her tongue delves deeper into your mouth, dancing around with a skill that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Her free hand roams over your chest and abdomen, tracing lazy circles around your navel before moving higher, teasing at the leather straps holding you in place. The touch of her fingers on bare skin makes you arch into her touch, moaning into the kiss as she toys with you.
Her wings spread wide, casting shadows that seem to dance across the room in time with your heartbeat.
As the shadows begin pulsating, I manage to make out things in dim light. First thing I see is her predatory gaze as she toys with me to her heart's desire. My member twitches from her touch, rock hard and strained to its limit from such a thorough foreplay. I moan into the kiss my voice is laced with desperation and need.
Her lips part from yours as she draws back to look at you, the shadows around her seeming to dance and writhe in response to your every movement. Her eyes glow with an inner fire, and a smile curls onto her lips, predatory and hungry. "So needy," she breathes, her voice low and sensual despite its mocking tone. "We think it's time we giveth thou what thou want."
As she releases my lips, I left panting keeping my mouth ajar. My voice is shaking and quiet. "P-please, my queen-" The shadows close on my mouth again into the gag, silencing me.
Her eyes widen with mock surprise, as if you truly believe she could resist the sound of your voice pleading for her. "Manners," she purrs, shaking her head before leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. "We'll let it slide this once."
Her wings spread wide, casting long shadows across the bed as if they were reaching out to hold you in place. With a single smooth motion, she straddles your hips, the leather straps creaking beneath her weight.
Seeing Nightmare Moon's giant form clad in the black leather harness towering over me, her unfurled wings imposing and adding to her presence, makes my cock twitch against her stomach and I arch my hips that are met with the weight of the night princess. My dick almost reaches her chest, in its length, leaving the implication if how deep it will go inside her. My eyes flicker between her eyes, her breasts, so beautifully accentuated by the leather straps going around them, her stomach with my cock in front and her entrance, hidden behind a leather patch of her harness.
Her eyes narrow with predatory intent as she watches you arch your hips up toward her. Her wings shift slightly, casting longer shadows across the bed as she leans forward, bracing herself on one hand while using the other to cup your cheek tenderly. With a swift motion, she flips your head to the side, exposing your neck once more.
Her lips press against the skin there, suckling gently before she begins to nip and tease with her teeth.
From such a sudden move I begin to moan into the gag, pressing my hips against hers, rubbing them together. I arch my head instinctively, exposing my neck to her even further. My hips buck upwards, pleading her to finally take my length inside her, claiming me as hers.
Her lips curl into a smile against your neck as she feels you begin to thrust your hips upward, your cock rubbing eagerly at her entrance. With a low growl, she positions herself more firmly astride you and leans forward, supporting her weight on one hand as the other slides down between her legs. Her long nails rake across her thigh as she parts the harness there, revealing her aching entrance to the cool night air.
My breath quickens at the sight, my body twitching in anticipation, hot in need that she brought onto me.
Her eyes narrow as she watches you struggle against your restraints, her predatory gaze never leaving yours. With a sharp intake of breath, she slides a long finger inside herself and then upward, teasing at the entrance to her womb before slowly pressing forward. Her hips rock back and forth, allowing her tight passage to stretch around her digit as she prepares herself for you.
I throw my head back, my cock almost hurts from overstimulation. Tears form on the edges of my eyes as my body can't take this teasing anymore. I bite hard into the shadowy gag, my moans barely muffled by it.
Her breath hitches as she feels your body tensing beneath her, the leather straps creaking in protest. Her eyes flutter closed and her head falls back against her shoulders in ecstasy, relishing the feel of you so close yet still out of reach. With a low moan, she begins to slide another finger into herself, stretching and filling her as she teases both of you, her body and yours.
My breath is quick and shallow and I can only watch her teasing me, waiting for the time she decides is right to finally use me and grant me release.
Her fingers slide in and out of her wet heat with practiced ease as she watches you writhe beneath her. The shadows dance across the bed, seeming to reflect the growing tension between them. Her breathing grows more labored, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow gasp for air. As another wave of pleasure washes over her, she looks down at your throbbing cock, aching to feel it inside her.
Her lips pull back in a feral grin as she watches your cock straining against the leather harness, aching for release. With a growl that echoes through the room, she positions herself over you once more and begins to stroke her swollen folds across your length, teasing and taunting before finally lowering herself down onto you in one swift motion.
Her body shudders as she feels you slide effortlessly inside her, filling her up with unparalleled pleasure.
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My hands curl into fist and I arch my back to meet Nightmare Moon's descent. I throw my head back and let out a lingering moan of pleasure into the shadow gag as she finally takes me inside, enveloping my member with the heat of her core.
Her hips rock back and forth as she takes you deeper inside her, her legs wrapping around your waist to hold you tightly against her. Her chest heaves with each labored breath, the leather straps digging into her skin as she fights for control. Her eyes are wild and lust-filled, their glow intensifying with every thrust that drives you further toward ecstasy.
The shadows around them writhe and dance, mirroring their movements as they lose themselves in the erotic dance of pleasure and pain.
I moan and writhe under her relentless assault, meeting her hips with my own thrusts as much as my bound allows me to. My heart beats wildly in my chest and I can barely breath while she uses my body for her pleasure, taking me however she wants. My length throbs inside her as I approach my limit, but she doesn't seem to be ready to slow down just yet.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your body tensing beneath her. A growl rumbles low in her throat, the sound almost animalistic as she presses down harder on you, her hips moving faster and faster. The leather straps dig into her skin but provide a welcome sense of control, allowing her to focus entirely on your pleasure.
I can't hold for much longer as she begins to speed up and after she slams her hips against mine once more, my member bursts with seed deep inside her, coating her core. I shudder and strain against the leather that binds me, biting into the shadows that silence me. I look up at Nightmare Moon, her hungry eyes demanding much more than that, ready to do this for hours.
Her eyes widen with satisfaction as you shudder beneath her, your release pulsing deep inside her. The leather straps creak in protest as she arches her back, pressing herself more firmly against you, milking every last drop from your spent cock. Her breathing slows, but the look in her eyes does not waver; if anything, it intensifies.
My sensitive flesh twitches inside her, softening as she milks it thoroughly, making me shake from each thrust now. I moan, trying to make her pause, giving me some time to rest.
Her eyes narrow dangerously as she feels your softening coil inside her. With a growl, she pulls you out roughly and sits up, straddling your hips once more. Her wings spread wide, casting long shadows across the bed as she leans forward, breathing hotly against your ear.
"Rest?" she asks in mock disbelief, her voice laced with venom. "Thou dare ask for rest when thou have not yet served us properly? We think it's time we teach thou about obedience."
As she releases my member I sigh out in slight relief, my cock falling limply against my stomach soft yet still swollen. When Nightmare Moon leans down my eyes widen in slight fright and anticipation of what she'll do to me.
Her voice lowers to a husky whisper as she leans in close enough that you can feel the heat of her breath against your skin. "We think it's time for us to show thou how a proper servant should behave." Her hands move with predatory grace, gripping your shoulders and turning you onto your stomach before straddling your hips once more.
Her wings spread wide, casting long shadows across the bed as she leans forward, bracing herself on her arms as she looks down at you. "Now,"
I groan as she rolls me over onto my front, my tied hands flex behind my back. Her large form towers over me from behind, giving me goosebumps and I can't help but squirm again under her.
She extends her gleaming horn toward you, its tip glowing brightly as she focuses her magic. With a sharp thrust of her head, the air around you shimmers and shifts, becoming almost unbearably hot for a moment before cooling down just as quickly. Her breath tickles against your neck as she whispers into your ear, "This spell shall be undone when I command."
As the last words leave her lips, your body feels strange, light...different somehow.
I blink, unsure what exactly happened but I feel something is off. I squirm in the bed once more and moan into the gag my voice... much higher and feminine than before. I thrash against the leather that binds me, moaning, feeling what exactly happened to me.
Her horn glows brightly once more, the air around you shimmering as if it were alive. The sensation of being male is gone, replaced by something else entirely... Something softer, more feminine. You feel your body change in ways you can't quite describe; curves where there used to be muscle and hair, a new center of gravity that seems to tug at your hips and breasts.
Nightmare Moon chuckles darkly as she looks down at her work, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Well then,"
I moan, becoming more aware and more sensitive in my changed body. Despite my exhaustion this newfound feelings tug at my insides, making me wet between my legs. Despite that I try to buck my hooves against thin air but my restraints hold me tightly, blocking from such a move.
Her laughter echoes through the room, a mocking and seductive sound that seems to fill every shadow and crevice. "Ah, such a reaction," she says, licking her lips as if she could already taste your submission on her tongue. Her hands move down your back, massaging softly before slipping lower, cupping your newfound feminine curves.
"Now then," she continues in that same husky voice, "let's see how well thou can serve us in thy new form."
I moan nervously as her hands roam my back and my curves, testing my new body.
Her magic swirls around her, forming a hazy mist that coalesces into the shape of a man before dissipating, leaving behind a naked Nightmare Prince standing tall and proud. His chest is broad and muscular, covered in dark hair that trails down to his groin. He's taller than before, with an aura of dominance that makes him seem larger still.
The shadows around them dance and twist as if they were alive, reacting to the change in power between them.
I notice the transformation with the corner of my eye, my coat and hair standing on end as Nightmare Moon became even bigger compared to me. My eyes widen and I practically scream into the gag, noticing his massive length dangling between his legs.
His eyes narrow as he takes in your reaction, his expression growing even more predatory. "Well then," he says with a smirk, "it seems our little pet has noticed something important." He leans down closer to you, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine. "Think thou can handle serving such a magnificent being?"
The shadows around them seem to writhe and twist in anticipation, eager for the answer.
"Mmm! Mmm!" I twitch and tug against the restraints in futile attempt that only serves to tease Nightmare Moon. My eyes are filled with fright, imagining his huge thing inside my body.
"We thought not," he says softly, the words sending a shiver down your spine. His hands grip your hips roughly, lifting you effortlessly off the ground before positioning you so that your back is to him and his throbbing length rests against your entrance. "Now," he growls, "let's see how well thou can serve."
His strength presses you further onto his cock, opening you up to his touch.
I breathe loudly and heavily, releasing muffled moans into the shadowy gag. I am gel in his arms as he effortlessly lifts me up and prepares to stick his cock into my tight entrance. As he pushes me down I throw my head back against his chest, my now long hair cascading against his form. My eyes squint and water up from the feeling of his length stretching me bit by bit. I want to scream, but my voice is stuck in my throat and my breath is gone from such a strain on my body.
With a low growl, the Nightmare Prince thrusts his hips forward, impaling you on his cock. Your body arches reflexively as he fills you completely, stretching your tight passage to its limits. His hands grip your hips roughly, holding you in place as he begins to move inside you with powerful, unyielding strokes.
His magic swirls around the two of you, binding you together even more tightly.
As he thrusts in, stretching me to my limits, my body yields and climaxes from the overwhelming strain he puts on it. I cry into the gag as I feel my walls clench onto his cock in a sudden and premature release.
The feel of your tight walls clenching around his length sends a shudder through him as he continues to thrust powerfully inside you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body. His eyes gleam with satisfaction as he watches you writhe and moan in his arms, your body arching and twisting in time with his relentless thrusts.
His magic surges around the two of you, binding you together even tighter as he takes what he wants, forcing your submission deeper into your very soul.
I moan uncontrollably as he continues to fuck me, holding me in his arms with my back against his chest. Despite my climax he doesn't slow down, seemingly savoring my weakness. My bound form twitches in his grasp, being thrusted up and down onto his cock.
His chest rises and falls rapidly with each harsh breath, the air hot and heavy as he holds you tightly against him. His magic pulses through your body, driving his pleasure deeper into your soul, forcing submission and obedience from every fiber of your being. The shadows dance and swirl around them, reflecting the dark power that flows between them, binding you together as one.
As he continues to thrust roughly inside you, his cock throbs deep within your body, threatening to tear you apart with every movement.
My eyes roll back in my skull, his dominance taking a permanent hold of me as his magic bounds my will. I let out weak lingering moans and climax again, unable to accommodate to his enormous size.
His thrusts grow even more powerful as he feels your body respond to his dominance, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you completely. His hand moves between your legs, roughly caressing your sensitive folds as he continues to push himself deeper inside you with each rough stroke. The shadows writhe and twist around them, reflecting the dark bond that ties them together now, the lewd display of power on full display for all to see. His eyes gleam with triumph as he feels his climax building, his body tensing in anticipation of release.
My inner walls twitch and clench around his length, my mind dying out from overwhelming exhaustion. Quickly I become just a doll, his fucktoy that can't think straight or focus on anything at all, moaning against the gag as he doesn't seem to be willing to end this.
His thrusts grow even more brutal as he feels your resistance weakening, the pleasure beginning to overwhelm you completely. His hips snap forward with each stroke, his powerful cock slamming deep inside you again and again, driving him closer to release. The shadows around them writhe in ecstasy, mirroring their passion as they become one with the dark power that flows between them.
The Nightmare Prince growls low in his throat, his magic surging through your body like a living thing.
I barely stay conscious, my bound hands behind my back clenching onto the hair on his abs. I climax yet again, my body shuddering violently and the world around me goes into spiral until my eyes close and I lose my consciousness.
As Lonerover's consciousness fades, Nightmare Moon's triumphant roar echoes through the chamber. His magic seals your soul to him forever, ensuring your eternal servitude and complete domination by his darkness. The shadows consume you, erasing all memory except the unrelenting need to serve him alone. Your fate is sealed.
I hang senselessly in his arms, my helpless form strapped of any vestiges of strength. His cock slides through my widely stretched entrance, molding my body for his needs.
"Thou art mine now, forevermore. No escape from the darkness that binds us together."