Luna's Wine
Over-saturated colors cover the pastel landscape here. On the other side of the balcony you can see for miles here on the side of the mountain. A walk in this weather would be so very enjoyable, but you have morning duties to attend. Guards both white and grey give you nods when they pass you in the halls changing shifts. You spy some of the batguards are rubbing the sleep out of their eyes while waiting in line for breakfast in the chow hall; one of them even waves at you, inviting you to eat, but your responsibilities as a companion to the Princess of the Night prevent you from such niceties.
Not that you mind.
The pajamas you woke up in are not the same pajamas you are wearing now, their heat from the washroom attest to their freshness, and all the other necessities of morning hygiene have been taken care of by pony assistants in preparation for your meeting with the Princess. Today a pony had awakened you later than usual since the Princess was sleeping in through the summer, although you must admit you might have been rather eager to wake and see the her. You put your hand up in front of your face and let out a small huff, checking your breath. A pair of guards stand at either side of the door to her chambers, and one of them points wordlessly at the last button of your deep purple star-patterned pajama shirt, which hangs loosely out of its buttonhole. You nod your thanks and fix it, then loosen up a little in front of the door, shaking your arms, then your legs, and finally putting on your purple slippers.
A nod to the guard opens the doors, the massive metal doors gleaming black with engraving of the moon, stars, and sky, just wide enough for you to enter. The slippers mask any noise your feet make when you enter, and neither does the door when the last sliver of light recedes, leaving your eyes to adjust to the dim aura of small blue candles inside the top of alcoves that line the round room. Her bed is a massive round mattress on top of a thin slab of obsidian, peeking out from where she’s pulled the sheets up and away from the edges. In the center the deep blue goddess of the night sleeps with a serenity you have never known, her body rising and lowering easily on top of the twisted and gathered sheets, and you can’t help but smile looking in on her from the side. You almost hate to wake her.
With practiced ease your body lowers itself onto the bed without waking her. Her mane and tail both wave in invisible wind even while sleeping, yet you know that you can grab a hold of the night sky swaying in her hair with your hand, and you gently move it aside. She’s sleeping on her side this morning, but practice has made it easy to position yourself without upsetting the bed. Her flanks make the slightest movements from her breathing, and with her tail aside you are treated to a sight of royal sex. Her dreams must be pleasant, you surmise, for she is already wet, making your job easier. Gliding your face within inches of her oblivious backside, you stop the barest distance from her, savoring the moment; the softest sheets you have ever known support the beautiful body of a living goddess, the perfect complexion of her deeply dark skin covers the entirety of her curves, the cutie marks on either flanks tapering together and meeting in her tail, her impossibly clean body, and the sweet scent of her marehood washing over your face and into your lungs.
Sticking out your tongue, you rest it flat against her folds and slide it upward with the barest of pressure. A deep but slow intake of breath from her lets you know you haven’t awoken her yet, and at the top you lay the smooth backside of your tongue on top of her, gliding it back down again. Her taste smears itself onto you, but this is the taste you live for. Another pass and she starts to make small, quiet moans in her sleep. Pushing your tongue in between them now, you can feel her warm body start to contract around your intruding appendage. Each time you push a little deeper, each time so soft and smooth she remains sleeping. You assume you were correct earlier about her dreams, since she raises her leg in just the slightest fashion. Your mouth and chin are covered in her fluids now, making it easy for you to settle your nose at the top of her vagina while you press your mouth in between her folds, working your tongue in all the practiced ways you know she likes. Looking up and across her body, you can see here eyes tighten just before she adjusts again, her forehooves coming in between her legs to rest on the back of her head, her thighs bending inward and up to you. The muscles she possesses no human woman ever had, and they treat your face and tongue to all sorts of pressing, pulling, sucking, and twitching around from your ministrations.
Another grunt and her body convulses; her legs tighten around your face, her forehooves force your head inward, and her body twitches to and fro from your mouth when she orgasms into your mouth, a lightly sweet tasting glaze. You’ve never tasted anything like it, but it’s one of the best flavors you’ve ever experienced, and it’s your favorite drink in Equestria.
Her half-lidded eyes lock with yours, a smile stretching across her face underneath strands of frazzled morning hair.
“You have pleased me well, my dearest companion,” she states dreamily, running a hoof through the hair that had been styled not 20 minutes ago. “Now let me please you.” With a sigh you can see her belly falling inward, and you close your eyes and reposition your head, still under her forceful hooves, to better receive your reward.
A dribble at first, a passing taste of her sweet wine, and in eagerness you suck on her. Her legs squeeze together around your head for a moment and you feel a sleepy giggle reverberate through her body.
“Patience, my companion,” she mumbles in the silence of the royal bedchamber, “I have plenty to slake your thirst.”
She relaxes again, resuming her dribble. The sweet dark wine of the princess begins to fill your mouth, its tastes incredible despite how warm it is passing between your lips. She quickly inhales again, pressing herself to steady her stream, forcing you to start gulping it down, moving your chin between her folds to accommodate the increased flow. After a couple swallows she relaxes, letting out a long sigh, enjoying the feeling of emptying her near-bursting bladder into your face. You move your hands up and around her legs to give yourself a better grip, enjoying the sounds of her wine swirling through her body and into yours. So long is her relief she begins to move her hoof through your hair again, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.
When she finishes draining herself into you, she leaves your face within her long enough for you to think that she’s fallen asleep again, but she raises her head to look down at you as if she had just been struck with a brilliant idea.
“Would you like to break your fast with me?” she asks with a smug, knowing smile. You nod your head with enthusiasm, still between her legs, and she releases you with another giggle.
Turning over, she folds her legs beneath her and rests her stomach against the sheets, presenting to you her flank. Between her ample cheeks her sphincter puckers tightly, a shade lighter than the rest of her flank, and you pull them apart when you kneel behind her. It glistens in the candlelight, still slick from her juices earlier, and you can’t help but press your tongue against it. All around it your tease her, coating her cheeks in saliva but giving only passing pokes to the center of her dark hole.
“Please…” she starts, wiggling her flank and your face a little. A momentary pause and you can feel her tensing, so you seal your lips around her widening hole, letting it stretch open for the first bites.
“…help yourself.” The first of the dark chocolate truffles push their way into your mouth. Three of them at first, so sweet and rich with chocolate it makes your face pucker between her cheeks to chew and swallow them in time. In front of you, you can hear her breathing, her grunting again before the next push. Her hole widens again for the next batch, and you press your tongue inside her. She lets out a small gasp from your intrusion and tightens around your outstretched tongue, but you can still move it in slight movements within her. Just beyond her sphincter the inside of her is warm, wet, and soft, tasting richly of chocolate. At the tip of your tongue you can feel the hard shell of the next one, but a grunt pushes both you and the truffle out of her, filling your mouth again.
You don’t know how long you spend with her in the dim light of her candles; she waits for you to finish enjoying her little chocolates, for her cheeks to feel you stop chewing, before pushing out more. Her tail falls down over your head, and you enjoy licking the insides of her butthole between pieces, anticipating how many will come out the next time.
Again, she lets your tongue explore her for a while after she’s done, enjoying your eager poking and prodding, before rolling over. A tap of her hoof and you crawl forward to lay beside her, letting her pull you close, pressing your slick face into her neck and resting her chin atop your head. You can feel her body moving up and down with her breathing, and you close your eyes…
“A good way to start the night, my dear companion.” Luna’s voice wakes you up, still wrapped with her legs. “Go and prepare yourself for the night. Perhaps,” you look up at her smiling above you, “I imagine, we might end it better than we began.”