Twilight was painfully aware of the cracked stone and plaster underfoot in these darkened halls. The temple was remarkably well preserved even after thousands of years of weathering and decay nipping at the stone. The inner sanctums were shielded from the outside, but were no less broken from time. The fact that the walls and some of the battlements were intact was a testament to history's masterwork stonemasons.
There was only one place of importance today. Despite the structure being mostly intact, that wasn't the same for the library or the armory. Metal rusts and wood crumbles, and very little can keep out a millennium's worth of damp and natural decay. Twilight had spotted her fair share of rats, spiders, and maggots down in the passages and tunnels. With no habitation, nature had taken residence in these hallowed halls. There was the slight smell of earth in every room along with the musk of countless winters.
"Twilight?" called a voice.
"Yes, Spike?" she called to the darkness.
All she had in terms of light was a torch pulled from a wall sconce and her own flashlight, but she wanted to save the latter until her torch ran its course. Turning right and stepping over a toppled suit of armor, she saw Spike waiting for her on the far end of the hall.
"Down this way. I found something I think you'd like."
The only question was what wouldn't she like? History, lost for a decade or centuries, was a guilty pleasure of her. Be it her tutelage, or just her nature as a scholar, learning and history were two great passions of hers. In this temple were puzzle pieces, a hundred stories from a thousand different people, and all it took was her clever mind to put them together.
Twilight followed Spike to the lower levels. She was short and slender, better equipped for schoolrooms and weekend foot massages than a ruin. Spike's thick legs and draconic tail made him equally out of place in the underground, and yet both maneuvered around with practiced ease.
"What is a room for worship doing down here?"
If it was to the god of death, rulers, stars, or even the afterlife, she'd understand why such a place was buried underground, but this one had decorations for the sun; why wasn't it on or near the surface? It was clearly a religious sanctuary of some kind with its quartet of obelisks, carved depictions of gods, and altar, but otherwise the room was left somewhat bare. The centerpiece of the room was a massive stone sarcophagus that had to weigh upwards of three tons. What was entombed? A minotaur? She recognized an altar used in period ritualistic practices, but why have the main chamber of worship so far underground, especially when it was built to worship a sun god?
"That's what was strange. Look at all this."
Spike pointed towards the far wall. One was covered with ancient pictograms of the time, while the opposite wall held a depository of scrolls. That alone made her eyes light up.
"Keep it in your pants, Twi. I'm talking about that," Spike said, reemphasizing that he was pointing towards the pictograms.
She looked at the glyphs even closer. There wasn't that much unusual, and she would still need her research to translate them. Most of the script was still intact, too. Odd, but she'd never complain about having to fill in the cracks when it came to carved, dead languages.
"They look like your standard hieroglyphs back when we had a diarchy, Spike."
"I get that, but they're relatively complete."
"Yes, so wh—" The words died on her lips. They were more intact than the period times. "...These hieroglyphics... this entire room, even, was made after the rest of the temple. Much later."
"That's what I thought. That just leaves me wondering." He gestured with his own torch to the sarcophagus. "What poor soul got an entire room carved out to hold his old ass?"
"Spike, please respect the dead."
"You don't see them complaining. Yet."
"Spike, one day an inanimate object you make fun of is going to come to life and kick your ass just to spite you. Anyway, bring in the college grads. I want photographs, cleaning, cataloging; everything needs to be done by the book.
She couldn't help but run a hand along the granite sarcophagus.
"I want to know who we have waiting for us inside."
Stipend from the crown or not, even her archeological digs had a budget to contend with. Mostly this included the tried and true source of free labor: college students. Twilight did her best to provide her excavation team all the gear they'd need for a two week excursion, and they'd normally do everything from provide their own travel and living expenses for a chance at manhandling ancient pottery and dig sites. She'd gotten lucky enough to encounter a temple that was mostly intact, and that saved a lot of time in removing the clutter and telling the volunteers what they could and could not touch.
Twilight always found it odd that people would volunteer for a dig. It wasn't like it was a known classy field of study or prone to gunfights. It was about as fast as a snail in a salt maze, and yet the offers kept on coming every time. She did her best to speak with the campuses and give the students college credit for their work. It was the least she could do.
The first batch of texts had come in earlier that same day along with the sarcophagus. The stout nature of the temple meant the elements did not affect the ancient papyrus much, but that did not mean they weren't susceptible to time. Age had decayed them so much, the lightest touch could break off a segment like old bark; battling brittleness was an even greater challenge than the many languid hours of translation.
"Well, it's time to begin."
Spike had already bargained for the day off. She suspected he had a date, but it mattered little; she preferred her first time examining to be alone, a potential double entendre that Spike teased her about endlessly. Her workspace had already been cleared of her previous projects to make room for the new arrivals. It was sad that she didn't have storage for all of the temple's artifacts. Even in their two week window, they'd be discarding at least twenty percent of their finds. What a waste. Regardless, she had set up one of the larger observation tables equipped with lenses for examine small text. Her own bag of tools was on the adjacent countertop.
Each of the scrolls had been placed in a separate compartment in a felt-lined box. Twilight removed one of them and placed it in a smaller felt box; she couldn't afford damaging it by using her hands. Placing the box on the table, she turned and hit record button to begin.
"October thirty-first, sixteen thirty hours. First inspection of scrolls from the underground sun temple. I admit I am a little excited if for no reason than to sate my curiosity. In all my years, I have never seen a tomb or temple devoted to a sun god underground; it simply does not happen. If I were a scribe or member of government in the past, I may have condemned the act as heretical. There was plenty of space above ground for enclosures, courtyards, and even traditional pools of water, but there was none of that here. That is the big mystery to solve, and I am hoping the temple's one and only sarcophagus can give me the clues I need. I do hate a mystery unsolved."
Twilight dimmed the lights and put on a face mask. Much could damage a scroll of this age, even the moisture and gas from her breathing.
"Opening the first scroll now..."
It was a delicate act. Rubber-tipped forceps were a godsend, but this was one of the most excruciatingly tedious parts of the job. It took near a half an hour of finagling to merely open the scroll as the edges were sealed to the pages beneath. Regrettably, she had to cut through parts of the papyrus in order to start the unrolling process.
Her books were ordered near the door and sorted for the task at hand. The wall hieroglyphs fared much better in terms of preserving of preserving their message than the scrolls, but it was gratifying work translating symbol after symbol.
Until she realized what this particular scroll was.
"A record of laborers building the tomb?"
True enough, it was a list of named. Seven hells, who could possibly care back then to be so detailed? Herself, but that was modern times. Workers, slaves, and servants were a dime a dozen back then. Who ever bothered to keep a record of them and store it in the tomb they created?
Irritated, Twilight packed up that scroll and brought forth a new one. This one was a little more promising.
"Your... name... shall... be... stricken... from... the... hearts... of... the... living... and... dead..."
Well, that's different. She began scribbling the text as fast as she could translate it.
"Your organs shall be left to rot where you lie forevermore. You shall not feel the kiss of needle or salt. You shall not be buried in the tomb of queens or burned in servant pyres. Your name shall be be burned from the libraries, and all scholars shall have their tongues cut so as to not speak your name."
...
"A little harsh."
Twilight looked to the door of the adjacent room that held the ancient sarcophagus. Well, there was only one in the tomb. It wasn't that much of a stretch to think whoever lay within was who the scroll's author was talking about.
Picking up her recorder, she said, "After only one and one partial scroll worth of translation, I think I am getting a better idea of what exactly has been tickling that little place in the back of my mind that wants to solve puzzles. I expected to require translation of most of them in order to solve the mystery, but either i am really lucky, or history is seriously trying to tell me something."
She opened the door to the granite coffin.
"The first real clue was in the second scroll. It talked about whoever was buried not needing needle and salt. That's a dead ringer if I ever heard one of a body not only not being embalmed, but being left for dead. Salt was used to cure the body to prevent decay, and needle for sewing up skin after organs were removed. Coupled with the apparent removal of all historical mentions of this person, the one left inside was entombed alive as a form of punishment."
She ran a hand across the hard stone. She saw the familiar glyphs printed on the sides along with a great yellow sun painted across the lid. The sun was a powerful symbol, but hidden away from the world underground? Hmm... She returned with one more book and started translating these instead.
"Death... eternal punishment... for... anyone... who... opens... this... casket. In the name... of..." And the rest were lost to history and time. "By the Powers, who wished to curse you so badly?"
Death to whoever opened the casket, book burning, taking scholars to the sword; someone wanted this person to not only die, but be erased from history? Twilight felt a deep, inexplicable longing to pry open the lid and see what was inside. The lid itself weighed upwards of twelve hundred pounds, so there was little chance of doing that herself. She couldn't just yet, but that did not stop the urge to gaze upon its confines.
A new thought struck her.
"Now that I think about it, I believe I know why the first scroll, the one with the worker names, was present with the rest. If the purpose was to erase this person from history, then it stands to reason that any who were involved in creating the tomb would be put to death as well. This is only a guess at this time, but I believe my logic is sound. Time to see what lies in the remainder of these texts."
The second scroll was an endless stream of curses and blasphemies. It got rather creative at some points. No doubt Spike would want a translation when he returned. Many were tedium and superfluous to her goal of finding the secret of the sun tomb. Another held recounts and logs of old scribes, but she had her eyes on a much bigger prize. Something about that tomb nagged at her mind. Desire, transparent but strangely powerful, was tearing at her through no rational means. She took pride in her passion for learning, but somehow this felt... strange.
After an hour of searching and discarding scrolls, she hit the jackpot.
"Under the sun she was born, and of the sun she was made. " It was here where a section of the scroll was burned away. "... filled with the power of life itself, the world prospered under her rule. Seeking companionship..." Another burn marred the brittle papyrus. "... and the moon shed its flesh and made her whole. Sel... Or is that 'Moon'? Selene? Selene was born of the lesser light and the two ruled the earth as one. One from two, and two from one. "
Some feeling tugged at her heart like a forgotten memory. Sun and moon. A word dripped from her lips.
"Celestia..."
That name filled her heart with such boundless love and molten joy, she shuddered in her seat and nearly fell off. It was immediately followed by such indescribable, heart-wrenching loneliness. A single tear slide across her cheek and she gathered it with a finger.
"Get a hold of yourself."
Twilight put down her recorder and moved to the washing station. She needed a new mask anyway. Splashing some water in her face to wake up and calm down helped to calm her nerves. What was that? Sometimes stories of long ago were enough to make her feel for them or remember a piece of her own life, but that was something else entirely. She dried herself off and reequipped herself. She had work to do. This was no time for emotion like that. Eagerness was good, but... but not whatever that was.
"The Sun and Moon cradled the earth together and they showered all with their love. Through them, the sun and moon... Huh, are they talking figuratively or literally?"
She hated metaphors in stories sometimes, especially when there were people literally named after them like this Selene.
"The sun and moon shielded the earth and prevented it from fading like the lights in the sky. As time passed, a weakness developed in the heart of the sun." Again, the page was burned. A word came to Twilight's, but she didn't even hear it pass her lips. "... held a soul that burned bright and broad. The love she shared was so great that she longed to share it with another. Like kin were she and Selene and even though they shared their bed, she longed for a love for her and her alone.
"Unknown to Selene, " Another burn. " and had run. Selene was furious at the theft of her power for no longer would the earth, sun, and moon shine. They would fade into the night sky and dim forevermore. This betrayal had born a single fruit: the..."
She swore someone said the word, and the voice was filled with so much love that Twilight continued to weep once more. Agony and loss tore at her heart.
"The..." She knew the correct translation, but could not bear to say it. She chose something less accurate, but the pain in her chest wasn't nearly so intense. "The Dawn."
Burn.
"...upon having a mate at last, declared an oath of undying love and fealty to Dawn, a solemn vow that transcended life and death itself. In this life or the next, they would be together.
"But it was not to be. The Sun had slighted her kin and risked her people for a mate. For this treachery and in fear that her fancy may risk them further and plunge them into darkness evermore, the Sun was to be entombed and stricken from all records so that she may never rise again. A curse be upon the casket of the Sun Goddess, for she will ravage the world looking for her lost love. Let her suffer eternal in shadow, unclaimed by the underworld. She shall remain as she is for all time, cursed to suffer for her lust and avarice."
Twilight dropped the scroll upon the table in fright, snapping a piece off; the air was cut by a fantastic crash from the adjacent room!
The goddess?
Morbid fascination warred with irrational fear. The dead could not return to the living. No power held sway over the dead, even ancient religions and hokey myths speaking of long lost rulers. Despite her feet firmly planted by her research table, she began moving against her will towards the door. Longing, a magnificent ache that would not cease stabbed at her heart and begged her to open the door.
...Undead did not exist after all. It was impossible. She wouldn't be able to lift the granite lid. Yes, it would be fine.
'I need to see her!'
Twilight's had already opened the door.
She knew it was still the same room, the same dim lights, the same sarcophagus lid cast to the side, the same... everything. What drew her gaze were those wonderful, golden eyes. Something in her mind begged her to run, to be afraid.
She stepped forward.
Whoever she was—'Celestia,' whispered her mind—she was bound head to toe in linen wraps and smelled faintly of myrrh. Even kneeling as she was, her legs and arms bound, she could still look Twilight in the eye.
Twilight reached a shaky hand out to the woman. It felt so natural, so right to brush against her face. The woman leaned into the touch, her eyes warm and filled with adoration. Twilight slipped a thumb in a loose wrap and tugged it down, exposing a soft and pearly-white cheek.
"I know your face," she whispered. The woman nodded.
The bindings were old and Twilight could tear them by hand. Preservation of history was the last thing on her mind. She needed to see her. She unwound the linen and what was stuck together with age was swiftly torn away. The ancient entombed normally had their heads shaved, but pink locks had grown in her deep confinement. Perfect cheekbones, warm, kissable lips, and those endless eyes Twilight could fall into forever revealed themselves under her shaky touch.
She was remarkably well preserved, the only rational thought Twilight could muster over the strange enchantment her heart was under. Impossibly so. Even time should have rotten her bones, but kneeling before her was a perfect specimen of feminine beauty.
Twilight couldn't stop herself from sliding a thumb across those full, warm lips. The woman cooed at the touch.
"What's my name?" Twilight asked.
Liquid gold as radiant and beautiful as the sun looked back at her.
"Twilight."
Warmth like she had never known blossomed in her heart. That voice! So rich and musical, unlike anything Twilight had ever heard before.
But she had. She knew she had.
It was filled with unending joy and such love that her knees began to shake. Twilight cupped both cheeks and said the name that was lost to time.
"Celestia."
Tears slid down both their faces. An emptiness and ache that Twilight never knew she had was filled at last.
"How do I know your name? How do you know mine?"
"I told them no matter what they did with me, I would find you in this life or the next, my love."
She did not speak english, and yet Twilight knew the language like she knew herself, like she knew every contour of Celestia's face.
Twilight left the room for only a moment. Celestia had stayed exactly where she kneeled, her faith in Twilight utterly unshakable. Every look the woman gave her made her feel so giddy; never in her life had she been spoken of or loved in such a manner. Twilight began cutting the rest of the linen off in earnest.
Twilight examined the woman when she was done. Smooth thighs, dainty arms, those pendulous breasts. Twilight remembered seeing her in slick linen long ago, the cloth clinging to Celestia's body as she exited the river. She cupped Celestia's face one more time and succumbed to her urges.
Their lips met in an electrical kiss. Celestia wrapped her arms around her. Everything was right with the world as long as Twilight was in this woman's reach, this luscious creature's comforting grasp. Her heart soared as the love she bore in one past life came flooding back to her in earnest.
Twilight parted reluctantly, but she needed to breath. Celestia gave her a dainty giggle that sounded like the peal of a bell. She slowly got to her feet, her muscles aching and stiff after millenniums of torpor.
"Wow..." Twilight whispered. Celestia had to be at least seven and a half feet tall. No wonder the sarcophagus was so large. She was by no means lanky or bulky; even while stretching she moved with a swanlike grace. There was some muscle to her limbs, but not so much so to make her unpleasing to the eye. She was topped off with just enough fat in all the right places and Twilight blushed as her eyes were drawn to Celestia's naked rump.
"It is wonderful to see I am still pleasing to you after so many years, Twilight." Celestia hugged Twilight. Her blush was made all the more vivid now that her head was placed squarely between Celestia's full, perfect breasts, each nearing the size of her head.
"You are... very pretty," Twilight mumbled quietly.
"Your words mean all the world to me and more."
Twilight couldn't stop a slight giggle of her own and spoke in the strange tongue so different, and so very familiar to her. "You are like the stories of old, promising undying love to the fair maiden."
She grew up off of her brother's story books and tales of princesses in far away castles. Codes of honor and chivalry, dragons and beasts slain by noble heroes. Celestia spoke of Twilight as if she were utterly perfect, a star captured from the heavens and worn around the neck.
Celestia kneeled once more and held her at arm's length. Something other than praise and worship finally crossed her perfect visage: concern.
"But you are so very much worthy of that love, my dear Twilight. Even if you do not feel you are to others, to me you are more important than the very air I breathe. I have waited so many long years in hopes of returning to you. I would do so again if you were lost, even if by your command."
Her words made Twilight want to throw herself in her grasp, to demand Celestia show her how deep her love truly was. She wanted to so very much, and yet the first spec of rationality broke through her impassioned mind.
"Why would you love someone so much to be buried alive?"
Love was one thing, but to such an extreme?
"I wanted someone to care for through the ages. Ask a ruler not why she fights, but what is worth fighting for. To me, you are. I watched you grow in the desert sands. I cared for you as you cared for me. I shared your bed, and dried your tears. You are what drive me to survive, and I love you with my heart and more. That is why I would risk death to find you again."
Twilight was only clinging to her self control by a thread. Memories that she never possessed flooded her mind. Dinner with extravagant golden tableware. A serenade by their private pool ending with Twilight moaning and gripping the lush bedsheets. Sitting in the gardens and reading one more good book. One more night of stage plays.
"I want... so much from you, and I don't know why."
Celestia spread her arms.
"What would you have of me?"
Twilight fidgeted and wringed her hands.
"Kiss me."
Twilight tasted those sweet, wonderful lips. Celestia's round bust pressed firmly into her chest. She glanced down just slightly and those two alabaster globes filled her vision. Twilight hugged her tight and delighted in sliding her fingers through Celestia's hair. Each strand felt like woven silk. Celestia's tongue danced around her lips with tantalizing promise.
Twilight collapsed into into Celestia's grasp, weak kneed. "Careful now," she said with a musical chuckle. She stood, lifting Twilight with ease until they were eye level. It was like being manhandled by a gentle giant.
"Love me," Twilight whispered.
Celestia kissed her brow and smiled.
She carried Twilight into her research room and cleared off her research table. The priceless cracked and clattered against the floor, but all Twilight could see was Celestia's gentle and loving gaze. She lay Twilight across it like a babe, and Celestia towered over her still form. Despite that, Twilight felt absolutely safe in the goddess' embrace.
The table was cold and yet her very skin felt like molten fire wherever Celestia touched. She unbuttoned her blouse as Celestia bent forward and dotted kisses across her jaw. Each caused her hands to shake.
"Keep going," Celestia encouraged as her hands slipped off a button. "I imagine you want me to get underneath."
Twilight tried not to groan at the implied prospects. She instead focused on Celestia herself: her almond-shaped face, ample bosom, hourglass figure, shapely hips, and legs that just kept going. Her gaze finally settled on Celestia's hairless womanhood where a slight sheen of moisture gathered.
A beauty of beauties, a goddess made flesh.
Twilight could not stand it anymore and just ripped open her blouse, scattering the remaining buttons. Celestia placed a hand on her stomach and ventured north. Arousal and her burning passion made her feel like she was on fire, but that was nothing compared to Celestia's touch. Twilight's shirt and bra were quick to go as well. Her hands slide down to her dress, and that is where Celestis stopped her.
"May I?"
Twilight nodded. It didn't matter what Celestia intended. If it came from her lips, so mote it be.
Celestia slid her long fingers into the band of Twilight's skirt and panties and slowly pulled them down her legs. Twilight squirmed and suffered every inch, but the enraptured look Celestia held convinced her she was drinking in every inch. The garments were tossed onto the floor with the others. Twilight, now feeling the inkling of modest covered her chest.
"Shhhh," Celestia soothed and kissed her throat. The drifting hand had finally reached Twilight's breasts, but did not venture further while the remained obstructed. "I promise that as long as you are within my grasp, no harm will ever befall you."
A trail of kisses fell to her collarbone. Twilight hummed at the attention and her arms dropped slowly, but willingly. Celestia palmed each one, not pleasuring just yet, but reacquainting herself with a body she knew as well as her own. If Twilight's own skin was a fire, hers was a star as radiant as the sun in the sky. Celestia's hand was enough to palm her entire breast. Her fingertips drew across each nipple, exploring, but becoming more hungry with each pass. Twilight was becoming a panting mess in no time at all.
"Can...?"
"If there is anything I can grant, it is yours, my love."
An ancient sun goddess was feeling up her naked body. It was no time for modesty.
Twilight swallowed the lump in her throat. "Can... Can I play with your breasts?"
Celestia chuckled at her bashfulness, but complied. She moved her ample tits closer to Twilight's head. Each looked like they had gained mass now that they were swinging above her head. Celestia resumed her exploration as Twilight palmed Celestia's own breasts, daring a squeeze every so often. Celestia nodded her approval, and Twilight latched onto a nipple and gave it a playful suckle.
The dulcet melody of deific arousal was enough to make Twilight cum on the spot. The world exploded into stars as Celestia smiled down on her from between her massive tits. It was a small orgasm, over in just a few moments, but it was the first she shared with Celestia.
"You are a little more excitable than I remember," Celestia said as she came down from her high. "I am flattered that my slightest touch was enough to please you."
"It... It was your voice."
Celestia came in for a kiss of her own now, this one considerably more hungry. Twilight felt her tongue requesting entry. She needn't have asked. Twilight wasn't much for kissing, especially when tongues were involved, but Celestia quickly dominated her inexperienced mouth. This was no gentle dance that she had anticipated, this was a promise for so much more. This was ravishment.
"You flatter me," Celestia said as they parted.
"Not nearly enough," Twilight panted, "if you end up kissing me like that."
"Would you like another?"
Celestia swung a leg over the table. She was a massive enough woman that she could straddle both with ease. Twilight bucked her hips as their cunts kissed and Celestia's breasts danced from side to side. She leaned forward and pressed those tits into Twilight's chest, tantalizing her with the promise of another kiss.
Something else had come to mind.
"Use your tongue... on my womanhood."
Celestia blinked. The smile that curled across her perfect, flushed face was not the symbol of beatific and godly grace. No, this one was seductive and wicked, a thunderous, deviant promise that she'd get far more than she bargained and love every moment.
Celestia dove in for one more vicious kiss, but this one ended almost immediately. Celestia slid her entire tongue into Twilight's mouth and overwhelmed her, ensnaring her own tongue like a constrictor. Celestia pulled back, sliding her tongue out and showing her every inch; it had to be at least five inches long! Celestia knew full well the unspoken promise she just made.
More kisses dotted trailed down Twilight's jaw and collarbone, but Celestia drifted further and further south, her tits sliding across Twilight's body with pleasurable ease. She latched onto each of Twilight's modest B-cup breasts as she passed, tugging on the nipple just enough to make Twilight scream her name. Celestia never broke eye contact with her once. Twilight wouldn't have looked away no matter the cost.
As Celestia reached her cunt, she dotted it with a single, chaste kiss atop her mound. She didn't even have to say she wanted to be ravaged with the furiosity she had been shown before. Twilight bucked her hips and came a second time. Celestia was all too happy to lap up her femcum and continue her path to satisfy her lover.
Twilight giggled as that long, sinuous tongue slipped into her ready cunt. Twilight didn't mind as she arched her back and jerked her hips as she came again. This one was considerably longer than the first and it robbed her of seeing her goddess for a few precious moments. As she stopped moaning and collapsed, Celestia resumed her little exploration. She exited for just a moment, circling Twilight's nether lips just once before plunging back inside. It moved in quick strokes, far more dexterous than any cock ever could. Celestia found her G-spot immediately and Twilight bucked her cunt into her face and screamed as her pleasure mounted once again.
Celestia took a detour and exited, causing Twilight to pout as hard as she could. She could feel the woman laugh against her cunt, but Twilight settled back down as that wonderful tongue flicked her clit and dove right back in her soft petals. It was this continuous, torturous cycle where Celestia would get her riled up just enough and have her way with her, only to leave and keep her lust simmering a little longer. Moans dripped from Twilight's mouth in a continuous.
The light pinch to her clit was enough to put her out of her misery. After two teases, Twilight's body finally erupted in passion, and she screamed Celestia's name. Her legs locked together, trapping the goddess between her legs. Twilight wouldn't let go even if she could; it would break the spell this wonderful enchantress had placed upon her. Twilight clutched the table for dear life and her hips bucked into Celestia's waiting mouth. Celestia removed her impossibly long tongue and lapped at her slit, cleaning her of the sweet nectar.
Twilight wasn't sure how long she was out, or even when she had fallen into such a slumber. Arms cradled her still body, a blanket from somewhere she didn't care wrapped around her body. Twilight had never felt so content or happy as a familiar set of lips kissed her throat.
"Never leave me."
"Never, my love."
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