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Kaltes-Herzeleid · 02-14-2018, 04:00 PM

Valentine's
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Somewhat NSFW

**Pacifist** · 02-14-2018, 05:56 PM

That was a beautiful story. It's fun how your lovers like to tease you, and then give you sweet reward. They're very sweet, in their own ways. Seeing loving relationships like this makes me happy. I wish you the best of Valentines Day with your lovers.

Gentian · 02-15-2018, 12:38 AM

That was a nice read. Your girls kept you busy, heck Nightmare even planned for it with a reinvigoration spell. How thoughtful! The room was also well done. I used to imagine a room like that, with stars, planets and other celestial bodies on it, not merely painted, but as though I were looking at them in real time with my own eyes. That little touch served to really draw me in.

Happy Hearts and Hooves to you, Kaltes, Nightmare, and Esdeath.

Kaltes-Herzeleid · 03-13-2018, 08:30 AM

Butterfly
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My footsteps were quiet on the red brick of the ground that I walked on, sunlight streamed between the sturdy white pillars that the roof over my head up. The light's warmth passing over my skin in quick, repeated successions as my aimless walk carried me onward. I wasn't in what one would term a foul mood. Pensive was more accurate. I so often thought about many things, often all at once in a steady rushing stream of consciousness. Blurring together. Slipping and slithering in and out of each other's crosshairs like serpents.

Life was a peculiar thing. How much it could change with a broadening perspective brought on by an awakening.

Never thought I'd make it this far.

I stopped at the top of a small set of stairs that led out into the gardens. Where she stood.

Perfect blue and white standing in the center of a galaxy of immaculately cut grass, a nebula of blue flowers spanning out behind her. Esdeath's long hair flowing softly in the dawning breeze of spring. Extending her right arm slowly, deliberately. On her index finger, a red winged butterfly was perched. Big enough that I could see it from where I stood. Crimson wings twitched leisurely, feet holding onto the finger that was its perch. Long antenna atop its head. Completely unafraid of her. We were the same in that one particular way.

She smiled down at it with stunning gentleness that touched my heart. Regarding the way with which she was perceived, most would think that smile would be promptly followed up with her tearing its vulnerable wings off. They'd be surprised that no such action would occur. With an easy flick of her wrist the butterfly took flight, rising higher and higher with steady determination into the sunny sky's familiar embrace. A single, red winged soul going about its way in a wide world in an even wider to the point of incomprehensibly universe.

"It's a species that feeds specifically on these blue flowers," Esdeath spoke, still peering upwards for a moment longer before turning her gaze on me.

"You mean the same flowers that you can use in torture?" I teased.

"Of course." She smiled. "Funny how things balance out, isn't it? Most would look at these flowers and see little else than just that. To the butterfly, its a source of life."

"...I think I'm starting to rub off on you," I said with a slightly laugh shaking in my chest. Esdeath fixed me with a half lidded stare, lips pulling into that predatory smile.

"No more than I've influenced you, I'm sure."

I made no attempt to deny this. It was true.

"Where does it go from here?" I inquired, gesturing with my chin to the sky above. "The butterfly, I mean."

"Somewhere south, where it's warmest."

She adjusted her cap between her forefinger and thumb, a little tick of hers I'd noticed. Concealing her eyes for a brief few seconds as she made her way up the steps, the clacking of her heeled boots sounding rather loud in the comfortable stillness. Silky hair brushed faintly across my forearm. The exposed skin tingled. A hand delicately squeezed mine, only once.

And then she resumed moving, the clacking of her footsteps drifting further and further away into a distance echo that morphed into silence.

I was peaceful.

Kaltes-Herzeleid · (This post was last modified: 05-16-2018, 04:40 PM by Kaltes-Herzeleid.)

Suggestive stuff ahead. Be warned.

Spoiler

Kaltes-Herzeleid · (This post was last modified: 05-12-2018, 03:01 PM by Kaltes-Herzeleid.)

Crickets chirped from the bushes behind us, a soothing spring breeze singing through the treetops. Nightmare Rarity basked comfortably near the shore of the lake. It's surface glinting in the moon's light. Slender frame stretched out, twinkling tail hair splayed easily across the ground.

"Are you going to continue staring?" She teased, a single ear flicked. It was such a thing to comprehend: Four years of us together. Four years.

I sat beside her, arm instinctively slipping around her muscled shoulders to draw her closer. Her neck and head were absent any royal attire, adding a sense of vulnerability. Trust. Trust was a slippery thing to come by these days. Hell, in life. Was trust ever easy to find in any time and state of consciousness?

"Love is even harder to find. But I suppose love and trust go hand in hand." We had that. Love and trust.

"You're brooding again," Nightmare tapped my nose with a hoof to refocus my attention on her. Her eyes never ceased to amaze me. "So very blue." Beautiful face framed by waves of seductively flowing hair. Eyelashes making a half lidded glance appear all the more enticing.

"It really has been four years, hasn't it?" I asked, my smile almost making my cheeks hurt.

"Yes. Yes, it truly has," her gaze shifted back over the water. It went on further than even she could perceive. A shadowy land of quiet water and trees standing eternally in the abyss. Unchanged for centuries.

"In my thousands of years of life I have never encountered anyone such as yourself, Michael." She was one of the few that could call me that rather than solely the moniker I had given myself, that intimacy belonged to her. "You've changed. Evolved."

I held a bare hoof in my left hand to lift it to my lips to properly kiss it. "I could not have done much of this were you not with me."

Nightmare Rarity looked at me again, her smile revealing the predatory teeth. I had made that statement many times. More than I could hope to recall but it was the honest truth. She responded by locking me into a kiss, my hands automatically finding their way into that gloriously soft mane. We knew each other's forms by reflex at this point, we were as familiar with one another as a soul know its other half. The sweet wetness of our tongues intensified the kiss for several exquisite seconds, my hands cupping her face. Black fur sending a tingling jolt up the length of my arms.

Pulling away she still peered into my eyes, smiling so wonderfully my heart wanted to vault in joy. A hoof stroked by bearded cheek, trailing down the length of my jaw. Nightmare's touch was natural to me. Wanted, even. I ran my practiced fingers down a foreleg in a healthy combination of speed and steadiness. She exhaled blissfully, tail flicking her to leave a shadowy trail that gleamed with starry energies.

I stood, assisting her with an upward gesture with my arm. The breeze stirred her mane, locks of hair danced around me as we both looked off into the dark distance. Unknown and still. Waiting for us.

"Shall we go have a look?" Nightmare inquired.

"Certainly."

Our steps were even and in tempo. The unknown was not a terrifying concept to me anymore. I trusted and believed in her, just as she trusted and believed in me.

I knew she'd be with me, and I with her.

whobawhats · (This post was last modified: 05-13-2018, 03:46 PM by whobawhats.)

That was sweet Kaltes. I hope you two had a wonderful anniversary

Kaltes-Herzeleid · (This post was last modified: 05-16-2018, 06:50 AM by Kaltes-Herzeleid.)

Bonded
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"What's bothering him?" Esdeath asked quietly, almost tentatively. A hand rested on her hip, the other hung by her side in thought.

"He gets like this sometimes," Nightmare responded matter of factly, settling on the couch. Drawing her long, black legs close to her shapely equine form, pensive blue eyes meeting curious blue eyes. Esdeath remained standing, alert and ready to go in a moment's notice. She was still confused.

"Michael struggles with sadness, it's...complicated."

They both knew that Michael had suffered in life. Suffered in more ways than most comprehended or even considered. And he largely bore the brunt of it in crushing, lonely silence. Or had, at least. Both the mare and the woman were aware that he was not a sad person in the way he had been before but it still did not mean he couldn't feel the sting of that esoteric woe. Sometimes things just happened. They knew he had had his own tragedies and that his heart bared the scars of past turmoil. Some had bled freely for a great deal of time. Occasionally something ached, as some old injuries often did.

Esdeath found him to be emotionally complex. Incongruous at times. It fascinated her, it even enticed her. A wonderful balance of implacable strength and willpower with a certain vulnerability he let few witness.

Sadness was not an emotion that was totally alien to Esdeath, she was capable of feeling it; albeit in a very different fashion. And it wasn't something she dwelled on with acute introspection like Michael did.

"He perceives the world, life...differently. In a way few would grasp."

"That comes with its own benefits-,"

"And its own pain," Nightmare finished with an affirming nod. "He tries to keep it in when it occurs. He thinks he'll be a bother if he brings it up, well, and he is on the prideful side."

Hearing enough, the blue haired woman marched determinedly to the closed door of their shared bedroom. She'd always been one to take action. It was her nature. Clutching the metal knob she briefly turned back to look at Nightmare, eyes boring into her own with an approving smile.

"You go on ahead, I'll be in shortly," the mare murmured, gesturing with a pristine black hoof.

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I swiveled around in my chair reflexively at the beckoning sound of my door opening, my tired eyes greeted by the sight of my general. Hair flowing radiantly behind her as she made her way over. Joy tugged at my heart and I just knew a flicker of it shone in my gaze. I hated it when I got like this. I wasn't the man I used to be, and I mean that in all the greatest of ways. But sometimes the bad just...got to me. More than I'd like to admit at times.

"Hi Esdeath," I began, but she was already making her way over to me. Her silhouette loomed over me as the distance was closed. Wordlessly she interrupted me by taking a hold of my face, words catching in my throat in the form of a sharp breathe. Of the two, Esdeath was a great deal more physical with me than Nightmare Rarity. Not that Nightmare and I didn't touch or anything, we certainly did and were comfortable with it; but Esdeath took it to a whole new level. She loved holding hands, kissing, hugging, cuddling, caressing and petting. I didn't mind, in fact I loved it. She was one of the few who could do any of that with me and it not feel like a colossal breach of my personal space and make me recoil or tense up. I melted into the touch of her skilled hands, her fingers stroking my beard.

I knew she liked to touch my face because she was aware that I didn't necessarily have the greatest opinion on how I looked. Obviously she thought differently.

"What's bothering you?" She gently probed in that sultry voice of hers that I loved listening to. Her face bore the depth of her concern. She did not like it when I was upset about anything and was now focused on making me feel better.

She was sweet like that.

Delicately I took hold of her wrists, a gesture to return her affection and allowing her hands to still touch my visage.

"It'll pass," I assured. "It always does."

"Michael, Michael," Nightmare Rarity piped up from behind me. Slipped in to catch me unawares it seems. She reared up on her back legs, towering over both of us at this point to rest her hooves on the leather chair. It creaked as it leaned back. A smile inevitably tugged my lips when I saw those sapphire eyes burning into mine, lovely face framed by volumes of beautiful hair. Releasing the chair with another creak she maneuvered herself to my right, never once breaking the eye contact.

"You cannot keep torturing yourself like this," Nightmare's voice seemed to reverberate in my skull, the sensation of fingers running through my hair lulling me deeper into comfort. The anguish that gnawed at my heart with a demented frenzy was slowly dissipating, the dark thoughts that tumbled and bounded in head were slowing to a limp and a pitiful stumble. The rage doused, the cruel darkness exorcised. It spilled out of my body like a tipped over cup.

Esdeath again took hold my face, and I once more melted into her touch.

"I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that I'll just be an annoying little burden," I broke the silence, fingers tightening on the armrests of my chair as a sense of shame threatened to encroach over me.

Esdeath responded by practically ripping me out of my chair and firmly pressing her lips to mine. Pouring her love into the action with everything she had. When I felt my mare embrace me from behind I felt the last remnants of my irrational woes be dashed. I knew they wouldn't abandon me, neither were the type to waste time on someone they regarded as unworthy or beneath them and considering that I was much the same in that regard it was something I understood and I believe strengthen our intimate connection. I did, however, worry about being perceived as a weakling. A simpering fool who wrestled with too much emotion. They were reminding me how irrational and outright incorrect that worry had been.

The general finally broke the kiss, letting out a satisfied sigh. Were it not for Nightmare I likely would have fallen on my ass.

"We love you," Nightmare whispered, her breath tickling my earlobe.

"And...part of being intimate is being there for one another. I accept you for all your qualities, Michael. Just as you accept us for ours," Esdeath spoke, the words flowing from her lips, a faint blush crept onto her cheeks.

"We're bonded. Always shall be," Nightmare stated. It was an absolute fact.

My hand held Nightmare's hoof, my other grasping Esdeath's. The air was electric, the world we three alone shared was deeper and more vibrant with astounding radiance.

"I love you both, so very much," I finally spoke again. They knew it, but saying it felt correct. Necessary even. "I don't know what I would be without the two of you."

Our collective embrace continued without a care in the world, and I knew I would be even less troubled in the coming days. We had each other and that was really all that mattered.

**Pacifist** · 05-16-2018, 06:21 PM

D'awww. That was very sweet! Your loves will always have your back, and will always be there for you.

Kaltes-Herzeleid · 06-27-2018, 06:21 AM

Sword
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My feet silently touched down on the smooth, cool floor of the bedroom. Momentarily glancing back I was surprised that I'd managed to slip from Esdeath's arms that easily. One thing about her: She's a cuddler. Whenever possible she hugs and pulls me close to her, spoons me, nuzzles me; by this point in our relationship I'm basically her personal teddy bear. Not that I mind. Her eyes were still closed, hair spilling out over the sheets. She appeared serene. Fingers absently moved over the space I had occupied, searching for the warmth of my body but she did not awake.

Slowly my head turned to peer around the bedroom further. The "bedroom" could be more appropriately summarized as a living quarters. Adjacent to Esdeath was a little living room type area with a few plush and comfortable couches with a fine, hand made table. The room was adorned by some of the most expensive material I'd seen personally. Hell, even the bedsheets I was currently sitting on most certainly cost a hefty amount of money.

Sighing contentedly I stood, stretching my arms over my head to eliminated any stiffness in my joints. At the moment I wasn't sure why I was even awake in the first place. No disturbing dreams or anything of the sort to deter my peace. There was something comfortable about the air's cool stillness as my eyes scanned the room absently again. Esdeath's rapier lay suspended on its hangers, just over the snow white dresser.

It occurred to me that all this time I had never held a real sword, despite my lifelong and albeit slightly morbid fascination with bladed weapons. I knew full well such weapons were not toys and I had never once touched any prior to tonight. I glanced back, Esdeath hadn't stirred from her sleep. I doubt she would be angry, she had never gotten angry at me for anything before. But it was a risk I didn't have much interest in taking. I'd never ask to touch her sword, again, I knew it was far from a plaything (not that I regarded it as such) but curiosity was calling. Begging to be answered.

My desire won out and I silently made my way over the the beckoning sword. My palms felt almost tingly, like a soft magnetic current was pulling towards the weapon. My feet made no noise as I padded my way over to it, I was capable of being exceedingly stealthy when I wanted to be. An outstretched hand hovered over the sheath for a few seconds, my heart thumping in anticipation, fingers enclosed around the cool metal. Gingerly I lifted it from the elegant silver handles. It was a teensy bit heavier that I initially believed it would be.

"Playing with my things?" A sultry, familiar voice quipped behind me. I didn't jolt in my position, honestly I should have known she was awake the second I slipped out of her grasp. Looking at Esdeath I could see she was sitting up now, propped up on one hand. That beautiful long blue hair ever so slightly mussed up from sleep. She wore a loose fitting white shirt and a pair of shorts that left a majority of her perfectly toned legs bared. Though at the moment my attention was predominately fixated on the fact I had been caught red handed. Moonlight filtered in through the windows adding a quiet atmosphere over the bedroom, one that felt sensually ethereal.

My tension was ended when I saw her expression was one of amusement with a shadow of pleased curiosity lurking beneath it. Sliding out of bed and standing to her full height she crossed over to me with deliberate concentration. Every step graceful and silent enough to make a predatory cat envious.

"Well?" She gestured at me to continue. Instinctively I followed her command, I so love to please in whatever feasible. Big or small, it matters not. It was a dynamic of our relationship we both loved.

Slowly the fingers of my right hand enclosed over the sword's handle, my skin against black leather. In one surprisingly fluid movement I drew the sword, the ringing of metal against metal reverberating in the silence of the bedroom like the universe's first supernova. The blade tapering perfectly into the weapon's vicious point, a finely sculpted guard covering my fingers to shield them from harm. I could feel the power. It thrummed and vibrated outwards, I could see in my mind's eye the blood that coated this blade. Puncturing bodies. Slicing them. An instrument of death and agony. It glinted and sang to me in the moon's white light. Harmonious and unstoppable.

I lifted the blade close to my face to inspect it closer. Spotless.

"Hold that pose," Esdeath spoke approvingly, voice dripping with sweet honey. Eyes gleaming enticingly. With achingly measured steps she began to circle me. It excited her to see me holding a weapon and she wanted to drink in every little last detail. Another quality of mine she'd been picking up on. My breathing sharpened pleasurably when her finger tips grazed my arm and it was all I could do to hold the position. Her left hand rested on my lower back, strategically allowing it to linger before moving it up the length of my spine. My posture straightening with her unspoken touch based order. Esdeath was one of the few who could touch me and the sensation not feel akin to an alien intrusion. In fact I desired her touches as equally as she craved to physically connect with me.

Another hand touched my thigh, easing my leg in a superior position. I audibly gasped when she took a spare moment to squeeze the muscle, a pleased exhale came from her in turn. There was all the heat of a burst of blue lightning between us now. Said hand traveled to my elbow now, giving my arm permission to outstretch; pointing the sword in a forward and combative posture.

Esdeath sighed in contentment in the completion of her work, a sculpture basking in the afterglow of her masterpiece. Her chin rested on my shoulder, a kiss to my exposed neck earned a joyful shudder from me but aside from that I did not budge. Chuckling warmly she strode around to face my still motionless form. Blue eyes shifting up and down to absorb further detail. The silence deepened, neither if us moving. Eyes meeting without delay or fail in this state of our personal universe.

It had to be at least another minute before she gently took the sheath from me first, her fingers caressing over my own before retrieving her sword. Once more the sound of metal ringing became the music to answer the silence.

"I was a bit worried you'd be angry with me."

"On the contrary, I've been wanting to see you with a sword for sometime now. I'm quite pleased that you took initiative in that regard," Esdeath replied in a chipper tone. Casually returning the sword to its position on the hangers. "Turned out to be better than what I imagined."

"Yeah...," I trailed off, my skin still tingling.

Esdeath gave me that knowing smile, hair swaying angelically with her movement. Heat crept further up my neck.

"We should go back to bed now."

"Yeah," again, still at a loss for words as memory replayed what had just happened. Esdeath laughed quietly, musically, even. She whisked past me and grabbed my hand to guide me back with her.

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