A Hint On Her Lips
A kiss, the taste of Celestia on her lips, the writhing of her tongue inside. A memory still strong after many months, a want she’s never found the time to suggest. Pulling herself out of her mind, Twilight looks to her left. Luna sits seemingly unconscious of her presence, another page skimming her nose as she delves deeper into Equestrian history.
The time since Nightmare’s disappearance had been a journey, more internal than external however. Exploring the new landscape of her mind had been spectacular, Luna’s mind coming so close sometimes it truly felt as if they were one.
A variety of techniques had to be taught and learnt, the first how to hide secrets. Celestia and Luna both had been disturbed by Twilight’s fearful mental ravings, her desperate attempts to hide her thoughts only announcing them louder.
Keeping calm had been the key, something Twilight had never been good at. Lemon tea and steamy baths had helped. She had learnt to layer her thoughts, always keep a cool barrier of nothingness over her mind unless she wanted to contact the sisters.
The world of dreams had been much more unpredictable. Often Twilight found herself pulled from her own dreams into another pony’s, Luna there with her. Their intimate connection had resulted in Twilight accidentally entering Luna’s mind while simply thinking of her, a frequent occurrence in Twilight’s dreams.
More training was required to prevent the accidents. Strengthening Twilight’s control over dreams and allowing her to resist the pull into Luna’s consciousness. Her sleep had become much more peaceful, though she sometimes dropped in on Luna for fun.
Stretching the discomfort from her body, Twilight rolls over. The cushion supporting her giving way, allowing her back to sink deeper into the thick plush. Do we have anything planned tonight Luna? She sends a quick thought into their shared mind, not wanting to expend the effort to speak it aloud.
Nothing special. We can always just do the usual. Twilight groans at Luna’s reply. ‘The usual’ involves a night of soft foreplay followed by sensual kissing and rubbing. It’s not that that it isn’t pleasurable, it definitely fulfils that criteria, just not satisfying anymore.
For someone who loves to spend their time exploring other time periods and worlds through literature, repeating the same thing every night or so grows tiresome. The memory of Celestia’s intimate kiss still haunting Twilight, a fantasy that will always distract her until she experiences it.
I was thinking.
Celestia? The knowing tone of Luna’s thought startles Twilight, almost as if Luna knew what she had been pondering. You’re still not an expert at hiding your thoughts Twilight. The mental laugh accompanying the comment brings the slightest crease of irritation to Twilight’s face, the knowledge a skill she had worked so hard on is still imperfect an annoyance.
“You still haven’t told me your answer.” Fed up with thoughts for the moment, Twilight turns her to words, desperate for an answer.
Luna’s lips scrunch together for a moment, consideration obvious on her face. I must admit, it does bring back some fond memories. “But I’m with you now.” Accustomed to Luna’s random transitions between speech and thought, Twilight ignores it, allowing her lungs to release a heavy sigh.
“Can’t there be room for one more?” Twilight winces at the sound of her voice, detecting a little more desperation than she wanted. “I’m completely fine with it, I thought you would be as well.”
Again, that expression on Luna’s face, almost anxiety this time. “It’s not that I don’t love Celestia, it’s just,” I’ve never done something like that before. The thought comes out rushed, almost a one word sentence. “It would seem as if there is only room for two during intimate relations.”
Rolling onto her stomach, Twilight shifts round to face Luna, catching a hint of pink on deep blue cheeks. “I actually never thought of that.” A hoof comes to her muzzle as she tries to picture the scene, a twist of white and blue and purple limbs settling in her mind. “I always assumed Celestia would handle everything.”
I most certainly would Twilight. The thought comes as a shock to both ponies, a giggles echoing through their mind as they share an audible gasp. Oh don’t be so surprised, I listen in on your conversations all the time. Twilight makes it almost harder not to.
What exactly do you propose sister? A mix of emotions churn in Twilight’s stomach. Excitement, the possibility that the daydream bugging her for the last few months could finally come into action. Nervousness, the unknowing of what Celestia has in store for her and Luna.
If Twilight would allow us, I would quite like to make her our plaything. The final word sends a spark through Twilight’s mind, a fantasy from her fillyhood blooming into her mind, impossible to suppress. And it seems to me that she’d quite enjoy it. My room? One hour?
Neither Twilight nor Luna respond. The fragment of her past fading from her thoughts, Twilight finds herself staring at Luna. The blush on the princess’s cheeks looking almost as warm as the one Twilight feels on her own.
“See I told you Celestia would take care of everything.” Luna responds to Twilight’s comment with a twitch of her mouth before turning back to her book.
The next sixty minutes creep by like elephants for Twilight, each one as slow and noticeable as possible. She manages two pages of her study, Starswirl’s Spells and Incantations VII, before she resigns herself to watching the sun fade behind the horizon. A sad story of the golden glow’s losing battle to the neverending wave of black.
“Do you still wish to carry through with this?” Luna’s voice breaks through Twilight’s daze, sending a rush of excitement through her veins. A bob of her purple snout is all Twilight manages, enough for Luna to close her book and push herself from the grasp of a blue pillow.
The walk from Luna’s to Celestia’s room, a journey Twilight has taken hundreds of times previous, seems like a whole new adventure. Each sleepy guard having the eyes of a hawk in her mind, every identical corner bringing a whole new mystery.
By the time they reach Celestia’s golden doors, Twilight can barely contain her stomach. Luna’s knock is answered instantly, a welcoming smile spread across Celestia’s lips beckoning them inside.
The interior of Celestia’s room is a disappointment to Twilight, having expected something different compared to her other visits. Twilight waits as the sisters share a long look, hints of their mental conversation showing on Luna’s face.
“Are you ready Twilight?” Twilight’s heart jumps at Celestia’s voice, the organ taking residence in her throat while she struggles to utter a word. A nod is all Celestia needs to continue.
Twilight feels her body grow light as Celestia’s horn glows gold, her eyes above the princesses’ heads as she floats towards the expansive bed. Clothed in the colors of dawn, the mattress seems softer than anything Twilight has ever rested upon, it’s familiar smell helping to calm her frantic heartbeat.
Twilight deposited safely on the bed, Celestia’s horn continues to ring, the golden glow hovering between both princesses’ legs. “We’re ready.” The room jumps to darkness at Celestia’s hushed words, the only light coming from Twilight’s now luminescent body.
In the air again Twilight feels hooves on her belly, massaging along her coat. “You first Luna.” She can hear Celestia giggle, another pair of hooves fumbling on her rear before they pull back.
Don’t hold back Luna, Twilight forces herself to think. I want this. The hooves return at Twilight’s command, this time gentler, the motions of Luna Twilight knows. The movements trail lower, skirting the inside of Twilight’s thighs, barely hinting their presence to the source of Twilight’s pleasure.
Another limb, prodding against Twilight’s moist lips, begging for entrance into the warm shelter beyond. Shifting her hips, Twilight guides the newcomer, feeling the hot muscle spread her insides, push a groan from her lungs.
She feels another, this one larger, inquiring Twilight’s mouth this time. Her mind now devoid of any thought, Twilight follows instinct, allowing the shaft to slide against her tongue, a new experience for her throat.
The length in her rear pulls back, Twilight’s inner walls squeezing against it as it exits, begging for the company to return. The thick meat obliges her call, reentering faster than it left, diving an inch deeper than before.
In her mouth the other shaft demands attention, twitching and throbbing. Twilight can feel the blood rushing along below the skin as she whirls her tongue around it, getting a response every time she performs a loop.
Her body’s unthinking reactions to thrusts and jerks allow Twilight’s mind to wander. The memory long lost in her past coming back to the forefront. Her hormonal urges had played up with her growing magical talent, resulting in many a time Twilight pleasuring herself to the thought of Celestia.
Her favourite situation had been a slight twist of her current one. With Luna not in the picture Celestia had commanded a magical rod to fill her rear while she used Twilight like a toy. In the aftermath she had always felt ashamed, but satisfied, wanting to be abused in such a way.
The insistent urging, almost choking, in Twilight’s mouth brings her back to reality, her body struggling for air as pony flesh blocks the passage. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” She hears Celestia whisper, the princess’s horn clinks as it touches against Twilight’s.
Air. It comes rushing back in with the ring of Celestia’s magic. The shaft in her mouth still venturing deeper, its tip resting inside her neck. All of her concentration forward, Twilight barely feels the rapid pumping at her rear. Luna’s grunts and groans sounding in time with each painfully deep dive of her length.
Both her throat and insides hurt, the overeagerness of the princesses taking its toll on Twilight’s nerves. A constant throb running along her spine. For each spike of discomfort that races through Twilight’s body, an overwhelming wave of pleasure chases it, dousing the flames of pain with delight.
Clearing her mind Twilight focuses completely on the movements inside her body. Tightening her muscles in time with each thrust, attempting to be the best toy possible. The annoyance of pain slowly fading as her brain dulls out the warning signals.
Twilight feels the pace at her rear speeding up, the length pulsing more ferociously, the thrusts somehow going deeper than before. The thrusting stops, a shock quickly followed by release. Luna’s moans reaching their peak, her hips writhing as she empties herself, the gooey liquid filling Twilight to the brim.
The splat of a drop sounds on the carpet below, a signal of Twilight’s overflowing. The noise continues, in time with Luna’s pulses her seed stains the carpet, each sending another spurt against Twilight’s insides.
Another feeling comes to Twilight through the wonderful moment, a tension between her legs, a want for her own release very close. One more ejection of Luna’s fluids push her over the edge, her lips tightening around the length inside her in preparation.
The spasms ride Twilight’s body, forming between her hips, peaking along her back, the aftershocks felt by Celestia in her mouth. The rapid tightening and loosening of her insides aid in Luna’s release, milking the thick liquid from the princess’s shaft, the two pulsing in unison.
The effects of Twilight’s spasms do not go unnoticed by Celestia, the princess now up to her hips in Twilight’s mouth, enjoying the feeling of Twilight’s throat pulsing around her length. Unable to clench her groin any tighter, Celestia gives way, drowning Twilight with another load.
The pair of princesses filling her from either end overjoy Twilight. Her mind an ocean of pleasure, each sister a storm, having its way with her water, Twilight’s own release a slow wave, rebounding between the two.
Luna’s movements slow, her touch finally disappearing altogether as she collapses onto the bed with a thump. Twilight, still helplessly suspended in Celestia’s magic, relishes the moment between her teacher and her. Their spasms matching pace as they head towards the same goal.
Twilight feels herself gagging as Celestia’s shaft drags out through her throat, her stomach bloated with Celestia’s seed.
The bed comes in contact with her side once again, Luna dozing behind her, Celestia’s pink eyes glowing in the dimness before her. A primal urge well up in Twilight’s mouth, something that has become a personal joke in the past few years.
“Did I pass Princess?” The four words elicit a soft giggle from Celestia, her muzzle closing the gap to nuzzle Twilight.
“You’ll have to ask Luna later, but I think that was some of your best work.”