Razor moves his hips in rhythm to hers. The pony above him is wild, fervent in her desires, taking in his mouth with a great passion, her shorter tongue thrusting into his mouth and invading him, hungrily devouring him. Her mouth as needy as her hips.
Razor shuts his eyes thinking back to the beginning when this all started. There was a time when this scared him, this wild aggression of hers and his desire for her. A time when he wondered if he was some kind of perverse freak. But now he's been with Ophelia for such a long time that things like "ponyphile" and freak no longer mean anything to him. He is what he is and she is what she is. A wild, demanding mare. Strong and elegant. Beautiful. Captivating. Everything he'd ever wanted from one of his own kind. And something more... Something those from his kind will never give him. A companion and lover.
His body climaxes against hers once more, hot and torrid, his third time in this night. She leans down, rubbing her muzzle against his. "Tired already?" she asks. He nuzzles her back, rubbing a scaly cheek against her furry one.
"I can go again," he whispers. "Just give me a minute."
"Wimp," she says, pushing him back lightly and snuggling in against his stomach. Razor wraps his arms around her chest, feeling the soft tickle of her wings on his arms, the soft velvety fur of her chest against his palms and the quick beating thump of her heart. He inhales her musk and sighs.
Razor is a raptor. A bipedal predator who is supposed to hunt creatures like the one he is against, the blue pegasus. However; things have happened since the pegasus first abducted him. An interest where he thought there was none and a power... that is unexpected, and feelings, buried deep, ones that he'd wanted to deny. But as he rubs against her scalp, nipping lightly at her ear, enjoying how it twitches of its own, he smiles. He's come to accept that he has feelings for this pony. That he may actually be falling in love with her.
It is only natural he assumes. It has been several months now since that time. Several months now since he has come down to the crystal empire and had time to acclimate himself to his new life and friends. Friends...
He sighs. This part, this nagging feeling of another pony he knew at first, and feeling some responsibility for her, is something his mate is not in full approval of. Speaking of her is always difficult.
"Ophelia..." he whispers quietly.
The pony leans away, turning to stare at him darkly with her amber eyes. "What?" she half growls, already knowing what his tone implies.
"I um... want to visit Fluttershy tomorrow."
Ophelia snorts and turns away. "You spend too much time coddling that psycho."
He wants to say something along the lines of "well you're a psychotic too," but keeps his mouth shut. With Ophelia it's best to keep quiet rather then push a subject. He leans down against the pillow himself and sighs. "I just wanted to tell you, is all."
She turns, wrapping her hooves around him, her face pressed against his snout. Her eyes burn brightly in the dark room, boring into him. "You cheat on me..." she says. "And I'll snuff you out."
He swallows audibly as she puts her head under his chin, snuggling against his chest. Her hooves squeeze tight against his shoulders, digging in almost painfully but Razor does not wish to push away, his fear too strong. When ever he speaks of Fluttershy, the one who had had some affection for him as well when this started, Ophelia becomes... possessive.
Truth be told, he is not sure which pony he should fear more. Both have done things... he is terrified of. The words "I will snuff you" from Ophelia's mouth could be just jest, or could be more...
Not that Fluttershy is much different. She acts all sweet and kind on the surface. Enough that they have allowed her out of the prisons to be in a kind of watchful probation. But he can still see it, just beneath her eyes. A sorrow and pain that he knows can give way to a very violent emotion. A frightening one.
He shuts his eyes, running his hands through Ophelia's hair, trying to find some measure of peace in the land of dreams. Though it always seems elusive. Tonight seems no different as he begins to wander through the mist, already knowing what it means.
"Hello Razor," says a sweet voice.
"Cadance," he snarls, teeth bared. The pink pony with multicolored mane simply sips her tear gently while looking him over. Almost nightly along with Nightmare Moon, have they invaded his dreams, checking on his progress and Ophelia's. He half wonders why they don't bother her. He'd asked her about it once but as cagey as she is, well... it would be easier to pull a rotted tooth from an angry dragon's mouth then to pry anything she doesn't want pried.
Sighing, his shoulders slumping, he walks over to the princess, seating himself on the floor. "What is it tonight Cadence?"
"Are we already on a first name basis Razor?" she whispers sweetly, her eyes having nothing of the same mirth.
He waves his arm in an exasperated motion. "Considering you invade my dreams nightly so I can't even sleep properly. Yes. I'd say so." She gives him a glare once more as if trying to impose herself on him. "I'm married to a woman who's normal glance makes your angry one seem like a smile. So stop it."
She chuckles lightly, a tinkling of wind chimes. He wonders how they do that. Sound so bright when Ophelia sounds like a mast about to break when she laughs. She sips from her tea and puts the cup down, shutting her eyes.
"I have wonderful news," she says. "Your progress with Ophelia has gone wonderfully, so my mother, Aphrodite, has chosen to grant you a blessing."
He remembers Ophelia's night terrors. Visions that he sometimes seemed to be dragged into. "Her visions will end then?" he asks, tentatively.
Cadence shakes her head. "No, that is not it. You still have things to learn from that."
He throws out his arms, rolling his eyes and turns away. "Then whatever it is, I don't want it! Goodbye!"
"You will want to know this Razor. It will affect you both."
"Then stop playing word games and get on with it," he snarls, already tiring of the word games these princesses seemed to enjoy.
She nods. "Very well. Razor. Ophelia is pregnant."