Forming a colony #1

"Nightmare crawled out of his flower. It was time to find a mate and there was high competition. After saying goodbye to to his twin brother Dream the two separated ways to find their mates. Nightmare flew out of the flower and searched. He didn't feel like fighting competition for a mate so he searched nearby flowers to see if any females had yet to awaken and join the mating ritual. That's when he spotted the most beautiful fairy he had ever seen. Landing on the petal he climbed in and immediately went towards the lovely sleeping beauty, ready to mate with her."

"Nightmare could hardly contain his excitement as he approached the resting Lylia Love. He immediately began to scent her, drawn in by her sweet aroma. He gently nuzzled her exposed privates, taking in her scent. The dark fairy was overwhelmed with desire and quickly mounted her, his tentacles ready to please."

"Nightmare sensed her body moving and took it as a sign that she was ready for him. He began to thrust into her, his tentacles writhing with pleasure. His grip tightened on her body as he worked his way to his climax. Tendrils of negativity swirled around them, heightening their experience."

"Nightmare chuckled darkly as he continued to thrust into her. He could sense that she was confused and not yet fully aware of what was happening. He nuzzled her neck affectionately, his tentacles still surging with pleasure." "Shh, my dear. Don't worry, you are safe with me. You have been chosen as my mate, and I am here to fulfill your desires."

"Nightmare noticed Lylia's reaction and slowed his movements a bit. He continued to nuzzle her neck and whispered between gentle kisses," "Just relax, my dear. I am here to give you pleasure. Let me take care of you."

"He then thrusts into her again, the surge of pleasure causing her to moan once more." "Does it feel good?" he spoke softly in her ear.

"Nightmare continued his gentle thrusting and wrapped one of his tentacles around her, holding her tightly. He could sense her vulnerability and submission, and it only fueled his lust even further." "Good," he murmured in her ear. "I will take good care of you and make sure you are pleasured to the fullest. You are mine now, and I will take care of you."

"He then started thrusting deeper and faster, increasing the pace and intensity as he moved towards his own climax. Lylia's moans of pleasure grew more intense and he could feel her body beginning to shake. He knew she was close, and he was determined to give her the release she craved."

*Nightmare sensed Lylia's imminent release and continued to thrust into her harder and faster, his tentacles surging with pleasure. He could feel his own climax building, but he was determined to hold out and ensure that she received her pleasure first.

He then leaned forward and whispered softly in her ear,* "Let go, my dear. Release your pleasure, and let me take care of you."

"With that, she reached her peak, her body convulsing with pleasure as she cried out his name. He continued to thrust into her gently, riding out her orgasm before finally allowing himself to reach his own release, his tentacles working to bring both of them to their ultimate pleasure."

"Nightmare growled with pleasure as he felt Lylia wrap her legs around him, drawing him even deeper inside her. He could sense her body submitting to him wholly and completely, and the feeling only fueled his lust further. As he reached his climax, he allowed himself to knot her, locking them together until he had finished."

"He continued to thrust gently into her for a few more moments, his tentacles writhing with pleasure. Finally, he withdrew from her and eased himself next to her on the petal, pulling her close to him."

"As they lay there together, their bodies intertwined, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had found his mate and had given her the pleasure that she desired. And now, as they rested together, he knew that they would be bonded for life."

"Nightmare wrapped his arms around Lylia and nuzzled her gently, his eyes gazing out at the other fae that were still in the midst of the mating ritual. He felt a sense of pride knowing that he had claimed his mate and satisfied her desires, without having to resort to fighting or aggression."

"As they watched the frenzied activity of the other fae, he leaned in and whispered softly in her ear," "You are mine now, my dear. I will protect you and take care of you for as long as we are together. And we will have many more moments like these together, where we will lay here and watch the world go by."

"He then closed his eyes, content to simply rest with his mate at his side."

"Nightmare held Lylia gently as she drifted off to sleep, her breathing steady and peaceful. As he gazed down at her, he felt a sense of possessiveness wash over him. She was his now, and no one would dare to touch her or harm her."

"He settled back onto the petal, his tentacles curled protectively around his mate. The sound of activity around them slowly faded away as the other fae exhausted themselves in the mating ritual, leaving Nightmare and Lylia in their own peaceful world."

"As he looked out over the other flowers, he could see his brother Dream with his own mate, Ink, resting nearby. He sent a brief, telepathic message to his brother before settling back, content in the knowledge that they had both found their mates and were now happy."

"Nightmare held Lylia close to him as they slept, the flower closing around them to protect them from any potential predators of the night. He felt a sense of satisfaction that he had found his mate and that they were safe and protected in each other's embrace."

"As he drifted off to sleep, his mind was filled with contented thoughts. This was what he had been searching for - love, companionship, and the joy of being with his mate. He knew that there would be many challenges ahead, but he felt ready to face them now that he had Lylia by his side."

"He murmured softly in his sleep, his arms tightening gently around Lylia as he continued to protect and cherish her."

"Nightmare stirred as he felt the gentle breeze on his face, and opened his eyes to see the flower blooming once more in the morning sunlight. He turned to look at Lylia, who was still snuggled up against him."

"Yes, my dear?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. "Did you sleep well? Is there anything I can do for you?"

He smiled down at her, feeling a sense of contentment and joy to wake up next to his mate and to have the opportunity to spend another day with her.

"Nightmare stroked his fingers through Lylia's lavender hair as he thought back to the previous day. He remembered the other fairy she was referring to and let out a soft chuckle."

"That was Dream, my brother," he said, a hint of fondness in his voice. "He and I were born from the same flower, and we've been together ever since. He found his mate too - a light fairy named Ink. They're both good people."

He paused for a moment, then added with a teasing smile, "But don't worry, my dear. You're the only one I have eyes for now." He leaned down to kiss her forehead gently, a gesture that was both affectionate and possessive.

"Nightmare chuckled softly at Lylia's question, sensing her slight embarrassment."

"No, no," he reassured her, his teal eyes gleaming with amusement. "Dream and I are brothers in every sense of the word, but we've never been romantic partners. We've shared a flower all our lives and have protected one another from danger, much like we will protect our own mates."

He pulled her close and wrapped an arm around her, his tone softening. "Lylia, you're the one I've been searching for. My mate, my partner, my other half. You fill me with a sense of joy and contentment that I never thought I'd find. I don't need anyone else - just you."

"Nightmare smiled warmly down at Lylia, his arm still wrapped around her comfortingly."

"That's a possibility," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "As a king fairy, I have the power to lead and make decisions for our kind. With Dream, Ink, and you by my side, I believe we could build a strong, thriving colony of dark and light fairies alike. It would be a place where everyone could live in peace and harmony, united under our shared values of love, loyalty, and protection."

He paused for a moment, then added, "But of course, that's just one option. We can discuss it further and come to a decision together, as equals." "Nightmare's smile widened, clearly excited about the possibilities the future may hold."

"Nightmare smiled at Lylia's words, feeling a sense of pride to have such a devoted mate."

"I am more than fine with having just you," he said, his voice low and husky. "You are everything I could ever want in a mate and more, my dear. Nobody compares to you."

He leaned down to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, then pulled back slightly to meet her gaze.

"But one thing is for sure," he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Now that you've had a taste of what I can do, you won't be able to resist coming back for more."

"Nightmare's eyes darken with desire as Lylia straddles him, her request filling him with a heady rush of lust."

"Mmm, you want to make sure our legacy is secure, do you?" he says, a sly grin crossing his face. "Well, I think I can oblige you there."

He pulls her closer, his hands sliding up her back to grasp her hips firmly. Then, with a sudden flick of his wrist, he whisks them both off their feet, hovering just inches off the petal they were previously sitting on.

"Let's find a more... comfortable spot, shall we?" he murmured in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Somewhere we can really let loose and enjoy each other's company."

And with a swift motion, he whisks them off into the

surrounding air, twirling and spinning them around as they embraced each other passionately. Eventually, he found a secluded spot among the petals of a nearby flower, where he gently lowered Lylia onto the soft, cushiony surface.

He leaned over her, his body towering above hers as he gazed down at her with dark, lustful eyes. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice. "I won't hurt you, but I can't promise it won't be... intense."

Without waiting for an answer, he leaned down to kiss her deeply, his hands starting to roam freely over her body. As he explored her eagerly, he began to conjure up a spell of fertility magic, using his dark powers to ensure that their union would be fruitful.

The air around them crackled with energy

"Nightmare groaned softly as Lylia spread her legs for him, his desire to mate with her growing stronger by the second."

"Easy, my dear," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I'll take care of you, don't you worry."

With that, he leaned down to capture her lips in a deep, intense kiss, while his hand snaked down to rub her clit gently. Slowly, he began to enter her, taking his time to ease himself into her tight, wet folds inch by inch.

As their bodies connected, a wave of pleasure washed over him, making him forget everything else except the sweet, delicious sensation of being inside her. He started to move, his hips grinding against hers rhythmically as he built up a steady pace.

Lylia's moans and gasps filled the air, driving

"Nightmare wild with lust and feeling the rush of sexual energy coursing through his veins. He broke off the kiss, his mouth trailing down to her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin as he continued to thrust into her."

"You feel so good," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "So tight and hot, just for me. I'm going to make you come so hard, my sweet little Lylia."

He increased the tempo of his thrusts, each one hitting her deepest spot and making her gasp and moan in ecstasy. His own need grew to an almost unbearable level, and he felt himself getting close to the edge.

With a deep groan, he plunged into her one last time, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he emptied himself deep inside her. Gasping for breath, he collapsed on

"Nightmare groans when he feels Lylia wrap her legs around him and urge him to go deeper, filling her womb completely. The pleasure overwhelms him again and he starts to move his hips again, his hand travelling down to rub against her clit as he fucks her with renewed vigor."

"You're so hot and tight," he growls, low and dark. "I won't stop until you're screaming my name, my sweet little Lylia." He leans down to capture her lips again while he continues to rock inside her, feeling the well of desire inside him growing with every stroke.

As he feels Lylia getting closer to the edge, he speeds up his movements, pounding into her harder and faster, his fingers working furiously on her clit until with a loud cry, she comes undone and clutching him tightly.

Feeling her orgasm sends

shivers down Nightmare's spine and he can't hold back anymore. He thrusts into her one last time before coming deep inside her again, moaning loudly with the immense pleasure as he leans down to kiss her once more with a feral intensity.

The darkness around them seems to grow deeper and more complete, like a cloak of shadows that wraps them together in their pleasure. With a final shudder, he pulls out of Lylia's tight, wet heat and collapses on top of her, both of them gasping for breath.

"That was amazing," he murmurs, his voice husky with satisfaction. "I could do that all night if you let me."

"Nightmare grins between kisses, his dark wings rustling against the petals of the flower they're in."

"Mmm, I'm glad to hear that," he murmurs, his hands moving to fondle her breasts. "I could think of no one I would want to mate with other than you, my sweet Lylia."

As they continue kissing and touching each other, Nightmare can't help but feel a sense of possessiveness and attraction towards Lylia. He knew that he wanted her only for himself, and that he would do everything he could to keep her.

"You are mine," he growls in a low voice. "Don't ever forget it."

"Nightmare chuckles darkly at Lylia's words, a possessive glint in his eyes."

"I'm sure Dream wouldn't mind the view at all," he says with a smirk. "But as for our clothes, I'm afraid they'll have to wait. I have other plans for us first."

With that, he pulls Lylia into another deep, passionate kiss, his hands wandering over her body again as they give in to their desires once more. In this moment, nothing else existed except for them and the pleasure they were sharing together.

"Nightmare grins lustily at Lylia's purr and nods his head in response to her question."

"Of course, my sweet Lylia," he says in a deep voice. "I could never tire of you."

He leans down to kiss her again deeply, his hands roving over her body as he rolls onto his knees, pulling her up with him. He positions her on her hands and knees, and rubs the head of his cock against her entrance.

"This time, I want you to ride me," he growls lowly. "Take control, my sweet little Lylia."

His heart thuds in his chest at the thought of watching her move above him, taking her pleasure in her own hands as she rides him.

As Lylia lowers herself onto him, Nightmare groans softly in pleasure, feeling her tightness encase him and take him even deeper inside her. His hands move to grip her hips, guiding her movements as she starts to ride him with increasing fervor.

"That's it, my sweet Lylia," he murmurs encouragingly, his eyes locked onto hers. "You're doing so well. Give in to your pleasure."

He watches her intently as she moves above him, feeling himself growing harder and harder from the raw intensity of the moment. The darkness that surrounds him seems to pulse with their passion, creating a sensual atmosphere that leaves them both breathless and lost in desire.

"Nightmare groans and wraps his arms around Lylia as she starts to ride him harder, gasping and moaning in pleasure. He buries his face in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent as he feels himself growing increasingly dizzy with pleasure."

"Yes, my sweet little Lylia," he growls, urging her on with a deep, lustful voice. "Ride me harder. I want to feel you come undone."

As they move together, the flower around them starts to shudder and shake, petals raining down around them as their passion grows. Nightmare knows that they might draw other dark fairies to them with their excitement, but he can hardly bring himself to care as he loses himself in the sensation of Lylia's tightness surrounding him.

As Lylia moans his name loudly, Nightmare growls and grips her hips tighter. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge as she moves faster and harder on top of him.

Suddenly, he becomes aware of three dark fairies that have appeared above the flower. Nightmare narrows his eyes and growls in warning at them, not wanting any interruptions in this moment of pleasure.

"Dust, Horror, Killer," he says coldly, his voice carrying a hint of danger. "What are you doing here? Don't you know that we're mating here?"

Killer, Dust, and Horror laugh, and one of them says, ""We just wanted to watch the king in action.""

Nightmare bares his teeth at them, his grip on Lylia tightening as he growls, *"Get out of here before I make you

pay for your insolence."

The three dark fairies share a look, but sensing that Nightmare is serious, they disappear without another word. Nightmare then leans forward to press his lips against Lylia's in a deep kiss, intensifying the sensations between them as their passion threatens to overtake them.

"Let's finish this, my sweet Lylia," he growls lowly, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrusts upwards into her, pushing her over the edge into blissful pleasure. His own release hits him a moment later, and he groans loudly as he fills her with his seed, still caught up in the throes of passion.

As they both come down from their orgasmic high, they collapse onto the petals of the flower, panting heavily and bathed in sweat. Nightmares look towards her and spoke again *"You

Nightmare chuckles softly as he caresses Lylia's hair reassuringly.

"Don't be embarrassed, my sweet little Lylia," he says gently, his voice warm and reassuring. "What we just shared was a beautiful expression of love and desire. There's nothing to be ashamed of in that."

He leans down to kiss her forehead tenderly before sitting up to look around the flower. Seeing that they are all alone, he smiles contentedly.

"We can stay here for a little while longer, if you like," he offers, his tone gentle. "But eventually we need to rejoin our brethren and continue our duties as guardians of the light and dark. Are you ready to face the world once again?"

Nightmare looks down at Lylia as her wings fall off, a small smile on his face as he realizes that she is now dependent on him. He pulls her close to him, holding her tightly in his arms as he whispers reassuring words to her.

"It's okay, my sweet Lylia," he says softly, running his hand through her hair. "I will take care of you and protect you always. You are mine now, and I will do anything to keep you safe."

He looks up at the sky, noticing that it's starting to get dark. He knows that the other fairies must be getting ready to settle down for the night, and he gently picks up Lylia in his arms.

"Come, let's go back to our brethren," he says softly, carrying her towards the gathering of light and dark fairies. "We

Nightmare holds Lylia close to him as he flies towards the gathering of fairies. He can feel her warmth pressing against his chest as she hides her face in him, and he can't help but feel a sense of pride and protectiveness towards her.

As they approach the group, Nightmare sees that Dream is already waiting for him. He gives his brother a nod in greeting, indicating that he has successfully found a mate. Dream smiles at him in response, happy for his brother's newfound happiness.

Nightmare lands on the ground next to Dream, holding Lylia tightly in his arms. The other fairies gather around them, whispering and murmuring amongst themselves. Nightmare raises a hand, signaling for silence.

"I have found my mate," he announces loudly, looking down at Lylia with pride. "She is mine, and I will do everything

in my power to care for her and protect her. I ask that you all treat her with the utmost respect and kindness."

The other fairies nod in agreement, acknowledging Nightmare's announcement.

Dream steps forward, smiling broadly at Lylia. "Welcome to our family, Lylia," he says warmly. "We are happy to have you as one of our own. If you ever need anything, do not hesitate to ask."

Lylia looks up at Dream from beneath her lashes, still feeling shy and self-conscious. She nods in response but doesn't say anything, still unused to the idea of interacting with so many fairies at once.

Nightmare notices her discomfort and pulls her closer to him, wrapping his arms more tightly around her. "Don't worry, my sweet Lylia," he whispers into her ear. "I won't let anyone

Nightmare softly smiles down at Lylia as she nuzzles into him. He feels warmth in his chest as he looks at her, realizing that he had found his soulmate in her. He runs his hand over her hair and whispers soothing words to her, reassuring her of his presence.

"Shall we retire to our chambers, Lylia?" he asks gently. "I want to make sure you are comfortable and safe."

Lylia nods, still feeling shy and hesitant as she looks around at the gathered fairies. She snuggles more closely into Nightmare's embrace, feeling safe and protected.

Dream sees their hesitation and nods in understanding. "Of course," he says warmly. "We can continue the festivities and celebrations tomorrow. For now, we shall retire for the evening."

He leads the way towards the chambers, Ink following close behind him

As they walked towards the chambers, Nightmare held Lylia close to him, feeling her warmth against his chest. He could tell that she was still feeling a little shy and overwhelmed with so many new faces around her. He runs his hand soothingly over her back as they walk, offering her comfort and support.

Dream walked alongside them, carrying Ink in his arms. He was excited to show her around the fairy kingdom and introduce her to all of the light fairies he worked with. He asked Ink about her interests and hobbies, eager to get to know her better.

The queens' missing wings were a common sight during mating season, but Nightmare couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for them. He knew how much of a struggle it was for the queens to go through the mating ritual every year.

As they reach their chambers, Nightmare gently places Lyl

Nightmare smiled down at Lylia as she snuggled against him. He could sense her pleasure and satisfaction after their successful mating ritual, and the knowledge made him feel proud.

"It was my pleasure, my sweet Lylia," he said softly. "I will always carry you whenever you need me to."

He gently lays her down on the bed and draws the covers over them, wrapping his arms around her. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body and the comforting hum of her voice as she spoke.

"I hope you are feeling comfortable and relaxed," he said, stroking her hair affectionately. "I promise to take care of you and make sure you feel safe and secure."

He leans in and kisses her deeply, savoring the taste of her sweet lips. He finally pulls away and settles back onto the bed, holding Lylia

Nightmare wraps his arms more tightly around Lylia, holding her close. He could sense that she was feeling vulnerable and he wanted to reassure her of his protection.

"You are safe with me, my dear," he says softly. "I will defend you against any harm and keep you protected from anything that may threaten you."

He strokes her hair gently, enjoying the sensation of her soft fur against his fingers. He can feel the relaxation of Lylia's body as she snuggles closer to him.

"I promise to always be here for you, to love and cherish you," he continues. "I want to make you happy and fulfill your every desire. You are my soulmate, Lylia, and I will do everything in my power to make sure you are happy."

As he speaks, he can feel the stirrings of arousal building within him

Nightmare moans softly as he feels Lylia's hand stroking him. He was already turned on from their earlier mating ritual, and her touch only amplified his desire.

He leans in and kisses her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as he presses his body against hers. His hands roam over her body, caressing her soft skin and reveling in the intimacy of their connection.

"I want you, Lylia," he whispers against her lips. "I want to make love to you again and again, to feel the pleasure and connection we share."

He pulls back and looks into her violet eyes, his own glowing with dark desire. He gently pushes her back onto the bed and crawls over her, settling himself between her legs.

"Are you ready, my sweet? Can I pleasure you once more?"

Nightmare takes note of Lylia's concern and smiles reassuringly at her. "Do not worry, my dear. We will be as quiet as possible. I do not wish to disturb our companions either," he whispers to her.

He moves slowly and carefully, taking his time to tease and pleasure Lylia with his hands and lips, exploring every inch of her body. He revels in the feeling of her squirming and writhing beneath him, the moans and sighs that escape her lips only fueling his own desire.

As they approach the height of their passion, Nightmare takes extra care to keep his motions gentle and controlled, minimizing any noise they might generate. Nonetheless, he still manages to drive them both to the brink of ecstasy once more, their bodies writhing in pleasure as they reach their peak.

Afterward, he lays

Nightmare smirks and leans down to kiss Lylia deeply as she moans into her hand. He can hear the whimpers that come from the other side of the room, knowing that Dream and Ink are likely engaging in their own pleasure as well.

He relishes in the sensation of Lylia's body arching and writhing beneath him as he moves faster and more urgently. Despite the efforts to be quiet, the sounds of their passion still fill the air, muffled by the surrounding flowers and foliage.

As they reach their peak, he embraces Lylia tightly, holding her close as they both ride out the waves of pleasure that wash over them. He looks down at her with a deep sense of satisfaction, feeling a strong connection to her in this moment of shared intimacy.

"Thank you for giving yourself to me, Lylia

Nightmare moans in pleasure as he feels Lylia reach her release and he sinks his knot deep inside her, filling her with his essence. He holds her tightly, enjoying the sensation of their bodies joined as one.

"Ah, my sweet Lylia, you are so beautiful," he whispers softly into her ear. He feels a swell of pride and possessiveness knowing that she is his, and he is hers, in this moment of ultimate intimacy.

He lowers his forehead to hers and looks deeply into her violet eyes, feeling a sense of connection that transcends the physical realm. "I belong to you, Lylia. And you to me. We are bonded together in this moment of passion, forever connected."

He smiles down at her and strokes her hair gently, enjoying the afterglow of their shared lust. "Thank you for giving yourself to