Eagerly Awaited Pleasures

She wasn't one to be patient, she had enough time waiting on the moon to do that. If anything she was insulted by the notion. Waiting. Pfft, how silly.

Princess Luna for the lack of a better word was tired. Sick and tired of being hesitant and kind. Today, she wanted nothing more then to be with her dearest Comic Sketch. Her first friend and soon her loyal, sweet subject of love. She never believed he was a mere toy however, oh no. She loved him, just as equally as he loved her. She'd die for him and he has never faltered to say he'd do the same.

Yes, the love they shared was a rare one. That was why she knew she could never let him go. Even if she had to, she'd have rather died then be without him. Which was why after just a few months of dating, she soon declared a wedding and well, it was history after that. Sure, her sister retaliated, finding it a bit ridiculous to wed at such a short period of time but Luna wouldn't have it any other way. Like she said, she didn't have time for waiting. Not anymore.

It was during their honeymoon did she learn more ways about love, connection and the guilty pleasures of the night she had bestowed upon Equestria. How juvenile to believe she had never known of such things too! Yet her new husband had no problem sharing these fun times, if not eager himself to satisfy her. How sweet he was.

Yes, with the way things were, she was like a new born kitten being raised from scratch about the ways of life when it came to sex. Sure enough however, she had learned more about it, not only from Comic Sketch but also from people's dreams.

It was her duty, as princess, to guide her loyal subjects in all the ways that she could. When it came to these sorts of pleasures, she merely would leave them to it, never become a voyeur.

She still kept that vow, to give secrecy to the silent but naughty wet dreams of the civilians of Equestria. Yet Comic Sketch, was indeed an exception.

In fact, it was upon their honeymoon, again, that she learned of all the desires he had for her. All the possible outcomes of sexual adventures and delights. The way he moaned for her only, crying for release and satisfaction. Yes, that was a night she learned how to explore, not only sexuality, but pleasure upon herself as well.

She wouldn't shy away from it. Yes, she masturbated.

To be blunt of such a thing eons ago would have her tremble with anxiety and fear but now that she felt so sure of herself. So prepared. And oh so ready. She knew it was because of her lover that she had nothing to fear.

She had discussed with him of these dreams and in no surprise, he flushed and stuttered about the situation, explaining his devotion to her once more. She could only smile at that time however, impressed that even now still, he declared such love for her.

When she had answered him, that she wished to fulfill these desires, his face had grown nothing short then that of a cherry and she delightfully giggled at the sight. Such a charmer.

Yet she did mean it. She did explore every desire, every want, every need. On that day, she could calmly and solemnly agree she became a true mare on that day. Yet Comic Sketch would say otherwise, that she had already been the mare of his dreams. Not that she'd disagree but she just couldn't see it.

That was why she needed Comic Sketch. He completed her, in every way that a mare could be. He shared his knowledge, his love, his kindness. She could only meekly do so in return and yet that was all he needed. That was all she needed.

But a problem was occurring, she wanted more. So, much, more.

She had satisfied his every desire, now it was time for him to satisfy hers. This day forth, she would see to his devotion as a test. And although she disliked doing such a thing to her beloved, she felt it only normal to do this, as one would have seeked such loyalty during the dating stage after all, so she needed to catch up.

Eyes closed, focused, Princess Luna had finally opened them, watching her precious full moon enchant her bedroom with it's wondrous light. Sure to see that she got her wish and out of her memories, she stood up proudly and trotted over to her loving stallion who slept ever so peacefully in her new bed they had recently acquired during their honeymoon. The satin sheets of gold were more then enough to drowse one's eyes but the purple color of her blanket atop completed the visage with wonderful cotton-filled dreams.

He laid before her in a curled up position, muzzle to back hoof and his fore hooves were neatly crossed together underneath it all. She had to stop herself from bowing down to see what dreams he was having but by the way of the drool seeping from his slightly agape mouth, she assumed it was a normal one for once.

She doubted it though.

Looking at the mouth again, she wondered how that velvet like organ called a tongue would feel against her delicate horn. Saliva dripping and sliding against the sensitive hairs that accompanied from her fur up to the tip, causing a sweet erotic bliss that she barely could fathom. Eyes narrowed from her lover then as he sucked it in worship, watching her moan and twitch violently from pleasure...

The folds of her marehood burned with a need to have this desire accommodated. So it shall be.

Without a care then, she began aligning her horn near the entrance of his gaping mouth. Her own tongue licked her lips in anticipation at feeling it engulf her with warmth and welcome and as soon as she placed barely underneath his teeth, she began to moan. The feeling was erotic and honestly, explosive. It was as if her troubles had melted away with each breath his mouth hotly placed upon her. And she writhed in the fact that soon, maybe, she'd feel the hot tremors of his breath also upon her head... Yet her horn was too long for such a desire.

Unless, she made it smaller.

Contemplating this and much more, she decided it best to test the waters still and soon she began pushing even deeper into his mouth. More eruptive whimpers accompanied her as she felt more pressure build up in her horn and her eyes, she just couldn't help, but roll up ever so gently. This was beyond erotic, this was even more then bliss, it was a euphoria.

Lolling her tongue as she gasped at her small reel back and slow push back in, she realized she had been teasing herself. With only the tip going in, it was awfully short of perfection for her and with him still sleeping, she found her patience that she lacked, dwindling.

Her hairs bolted up from her back as she finally touched his tongue and the experience was just too good that she exploded a loud and intrusive moan.

This, catching the attention of her lover, acknowledged by his ears twitching soon awoke with a small drowsy gaze, only to jolt back his head to stare at Luna in surprise.

Blushing and embarrassed but still desiring more, she didn't know whether to command him to suck or to stutter an apology. Guilt only now was rushing in her and she felt horrid for using him as such. But the darker side of her, the side she closed up forever, was demanding that hot mouth to engulf her horn, to suck it relentlessly. Such conflicting emotions made her incoherently babble and instead of Comic Sketch fearing her or even being repulsed, just smiled warmly.

"I'd do anything for you Princess..." He stated assuredly, silencing her fears almost immediately.

With that, she contemplated what to do next but seeing the love and lust in his eyes, told her, he wanted to pleasure her.

She was already in a deep high as is, so in worry or breaking the spell of her arousal, she just lowered her head down with a smile awaiting his attack.

The smile, now more clear upon his features and a small twinkle of affection in his light green eyes, the stallion gladly began sliding his tongue and lips against the side of her horn. That look of euphoria, shortly returning back on her face in an instant.

It felt just as she had imagined it would. The soft and hot organ was grinding her pleasure at a steady pace inside her skull, giving off small signals that the pressure was indeed good. He handled it as if a professional, teasing the hairs with his hot breath she loved so much, making her moan at every slow or slightly quick direction he'd take.

He'd change his tune eventually though, licking her tip only to suck it the next. It was enough to drive any mare crazy the way he was going.

Yet again, she wondered if she should make the horn smaller but seeing that it would change her appearance and maybe even worry her lover, she dared not proceed. He was obviously very capable of satisfying her anyways.

At times, she was sure he had relented, had given up entirely with how slow he would go. She was a fool to think that way. He'd always surprise her and again, this was no exception.

He sucked her slow, then hard. He sucked fast, he'd teeth gently. So much pleasure, rising within her, she couldn't bare it. Just a little more and she would be atop of heaven itself with mother and father.

"Yes, please your princess. Do as she commands..." She found herself slipping these words but he surprised her with a simple reply, still gracing her with that tongue of his as he motioned his head in return: "Always."

And that was what pushed her over the edge.

In one swift moment, everything became a blur and soon a cry pushed out of her lips as a magical blue aura escaped her horn and into her lover's wet orifice.

Writhing and twitching in ecstasy, eyes rolled up in her head, he continued to suck more of the magic out of her. Her cries were innocent and begging with how much she was releasing and by the time it had finally calmed down, so did her squirming.

She loved him.

Without question, he had devoted himself again and again to her and why did she think this would be any different? She was silly to think such things.

No, she didn't love him, she adored him. And she was sure that he too had felt the same.

Rolling on her back, showing herself to him rather cutely and almost in an alluring way, she had found herself giggling. He in turn, just smiled and climbed on top of her, cuddling her close. Still chortling as he laid upon her, she in turn returned the clasp and nuzzles, happy to smell his sweet scent once more.

Yet his scent was not the only one she caught a whiff of and in smelling him, had also found the lust of stallionhood.

She didn't even have to look, she knew very well what laid between her medium sized teats, the testicles against her still drooling lower lips being a dead give away.

His smile was longing as he made his eyes half-lidded and she in turn did the same, licking her lips seductively.

"Dost thou desire me, loyal subject?" She purred gently, placing her lips deathly close to his.

And he, of course, saying all he needed to, said: "Always." Before placing a deep and profound kiss against her longing lips.