You Are Mine [Dominatrix, Edging, Toys, Bondage, Horn-Job, Sixty-Nine]

She knew fully well what she was capable of. This time, she had completely out done herself.

She wasn't kidding when the nights they had shared on their honeymoon was amatuer but serene. Yet there was some things that she just couldn't share and that was the night before their marriage.

She feared it was the evil inside her, still lingering and curling around her heart to make herself push her lover to this degree. The cruelty and merciless power of Nightmare Moon.

There, before her, standing for he had no other choice to, was her soul mate: Comic Sketch. A colt of grand visage of her night and a stallion of perfect mannerisms. He knew just how to speak to and treat her, like a true royal Princess as important as Celestia herself.

Which, she was just as important, if not more, she was the Princess of the Night.

That tongue of his however, knew no bounds. He declared over and over for her that he would do anything for her and this persuaded her perverted mind to no end. So she tested it.

As it was said before, her lover had to stand for her, he had no choice. Leggings of a sort were binding him from sitting but were also keeping his hooves evenly apart. She giggled at the thought of how easily she could hide the contraption as it did look like he was just standing like any normal stallion would.

Yet this was not merely for him to admire her beauty, oh no. She was to make him eat his words. To see, just how loyal he was for his Princess of the Night.

With a smile, she looked to him with a lustful gaze, curious to see how he would respond. With her moon beaming down on her as always, she was sure it must have been breath taking to the poor victim of her evil fantasies. After all, he loved her night just as much as she did and such loyalty must be praised.

Done with looking however, she found her horn glowing a gentle teal of blue as it carried something from behind the stallion. The look of confusion on his features never creased into worry. He trusted her. Which only made her all the more turned on.

He didn't question what was happening, he was solemn the entire time until the object she carried had finally made its destination, making him gasp and begin panting instantly. Which if one looked closely enough, underneath his groin, a gentle feather was caressing and sliding against his slowly hardened member.

She licked her lips before she giggled, enjoying the sight fully. Oh, what's this? Was her lover about to speak?

"L-Luna..." A simple cry for her name. Lovely.

"Yes?" She found herself purring, trotting up to her young toy. The feather only intensifying its teasing twists and flicks against his tip and shaft.

"I love you." He whispered now, panting even hotter then before. In which, instead of replying in return she just narrowed her gaze, feeling the darkness in her heart demand once again.

"Prove it."

And with that seethed sentence, she bowed down before him, letting her horn mere inches of his mouth. Whatever he did, would show the outcome of her little torture device upon his organ, slipping pre-cum already from its entrance. How shameful, he couldn't already be cumming this early. Either that, or she herself teasing him made him this rock hard. Oh, she loved the sound of that~.

Feeling her small hairs stand on end with his tongue sliding across her horn, she could only slide her hooves towards her in enjoyment. Yes, perfect, just what she wanted.

"Now that we have trapped thee under thy hooves, thou shalt do as thy princess commands. Dost thou understand, loyal subject?" Her eyes glared up at him, waiting for an answer but before he could, she shoved the horn deeper in his throat. Voice low and powerful, she commanded. "Suck."

The blush on his features was ever so entertaining for her to watch and she smiled at the sight as he quickly tried to begin his delicate sucks on her. But she wanted so much more then that.

"Harder." She simply spoke up once more, happily gaining just what she asked for in that instant as he did so.

"Good..." Her voice quivered now as she whispered darkly but her attention on the feather never faltered. Sure, gaining such pleasure while keeping focus on magic was hard but not when you are an Alicorn. For her, this was like taking candy from a colt on Nightmare Night.

So with the intense feelings of her horn rising, she began encouraging him on. With a sway of the feather on his slowly rising testicles and another sway across his shaft. She sped up, she slowed down. He teethed and he sucked hard.

Oh yes, she would have to do this again some time, when the two weren't in such heated bondage.

Close to her horns release but needy in her own loins, she pulled her horn out and stood up calmly, as if nothing had ever occurred between the two. She would have laughed at the depressed gaze from her lover if it hadn't also torn her a bit. He truly wanted to please her.

Never the less, he would get to have his fun eventually, in the mean time, she would give him pleasure first.

Trotting to his backside, making sure that all he saw was her flowing mane at the corner of his eye, she began opening her wings. The tips of the appendages literally dipping to the hardened cock and caressing it once more.

It was easy to say, the feather alone had done its duty, now it was her turn to play with him.

Like hands from legends itself, they began wrapping around the still pre-cumming member. Even from here, she knew the gaze of ecstasy and euphoria on her lover's features could surpass even the happiest colt in Equestria. With how hard his pecker was, bobbing against his stomach, she was surprised he hadn't cum from this alone. Then again, if she kept these thoughts up, then he would.

So she needed to go as slow as possible. A brush of the testicles again and a sweep of the tip, it was as if the original feather had just enhanced itself.

Proud of the pants and groans coming from Comic Sketch, she began towering over him, bending over just to lick and nibble his ear sensually. To hear him moan at that moment was enough to satisfy her for all those lonely nights on the moon. "Tell us, what does thou feel when we do this?" As she curled those words off the tip of her tongue, the tips of her wings gripped his member a little harder.

"L-Like I'm flying wi-with the moon..."

She couldn't help but smile at that.

"Good. That is all we wish to hear" She finished, letting go of his member at that instant to watch him beg and whimper in place. The shakes of his body and twitches of his hardened cock edging her to do so much more to her precious slave.

"Dost thou want more?" She teased again, licking his ear one last time at the tip.

"O-Only if you command it Princess, I am yours to control."

The whimper in his tone and the simple modesty of his statement had brought her wet lips even closer to needing sweet release but still. She wanted more.

More teasing.

So with another lick of her lips, she stood up and once again trotted over to her little table of secrets. Debating just what to do next. Until of course, her emerald eyes focused on a magical stabilizer of sorts. That and of course a beautiful vibrator.

The stabilizer was built to torture victims in bondage as a way of means to keep the penis limp. She wasn't entirely sure how it worked other then she had to use her magic to make it alive but then again, being princess didn't always mean she needed to know everything.

So with her horn glowing once more, she began making it work its magic around the small tube. The pressure and air sucking inside it now in reverse to do just the opposite, to blow pressure down instead.

Turning her gaze back to her trembling lover, she simply purred again. "Yes, as I command. And I command you not to cum. Understand?" In times like these, she felt more eased and it was easy to tell when she had begun speaking in the first person instead of the royal Canterlot voice.

Not disappointing her, as always, he responded justly. "Yes my Princess."

Smiling and ready to destroy him with his devotion he had placed upon her, she now secured the tube around his cock, making it limp very slowly. In time, it would be back to its normal stature.

Confused, again, Comic Sketch easily looked to be biting his lower lip to silence himself. She knew deep down, he was still horny as his balls were still pounding and rising softly apart. This, was how she would control him.

Because she would make sure, he didn't cum.

So, with herself lowering behind him, she began nuzzling the goose-bump ridden mounds. Happy to see that every swish of her lips against the sacks would swell more sperm for her to suck on. And he did taste very good.

Her hoof was grazing against her clit as she rubbed tenderly, keeping her focus on teasing him and pushing the tube more and more on his cock.

Surely by now the member was probably flaccid but despite the physical appearance she could see his testicles still rising as if ready to cum.

Close to cumming herself from all this teasing she had been doing upon her lover, she wasn't sure she could play with herself for much longer. With how soaked she was, dripping even, she would need to plan this out carefully.

"Please. I can't- Princess. May I cum? Please? May I?"

The dear was desperate and she would respond with licking one of the testicles, sucking on it the next. A gasp escaping him as he tried to buck something, anything for that friction he needed to cum.

She glared at him as she sucked his fevered and red testicle and once done with the swollen sack, she growled. "No, you may not."

The sternness in her voice caused his quaking body to stop bucking like he knew she was displeased by the action. Yet she couldn't help but feel bad with how terribly close she was making him. She also deeply enjoyed it.

The misery and anguish of his much needed release caused her so much pleasure, she needed to stop rubbing herself or she would cum for sure. She needed to make him cum first, no exceptions. She was edging herself, just as much as him.

"Thou shall cum when we say thou can." And with that demand with a whimper in return from his crying lips, she began putting her hot breath on the other swollen testicle. She continued this until tonguing and sucking it hard as well.

The sheer amount of sperm in his swaying balls alone surely was making him cry with how badly he needed to cum but she wouldn't stop just yet.

Licking between the lines of his two mounds, separating and rising for the hundredth time that night. She now used her magic to pull over the vibrator.

Hearing the soft buzz for her, made her smile devilishly but when her lover heard it, he stopped shaking if only to realize what was to come next.

Placing the highly ringing contraption just below the hairs of his now lowered balls, she giggled as they rose up again in an instant feeling it. She could just feel the anxiety and cries as he spoke next.

"Please Princess! Please! I am yours! I want to cum! Please!"

A push of the vibrator on his testicles suddenly at that moment was all the answer she needed to give. The cry in shock in return just making her all the happier.

She slid the quivering ball of teasing pleasure around his beyond tiredly swollen balls and just continued watching him writhe in torment.

"I'm going to cum! I can't hold on!" He would scream. Only for her to giggle once more. As she knew, he couldn't. As long as that tube was keeping his member limp he would never find release. If she was truly evil, she would make him suffer like this forever, for all the nights she was alone on the moon.

But his appreciation for her night and many other delights had caused her true and sweet side to come out and now.

Now.

She would give him what he most desired.

For she loved her Comic Sketch and there was nothing in the world she wouldn't do for him.

So pulling the vibrator away and the tube to let him gasp for air, she now found herself undoing the leggings binding his hooves apart.

She had done this just to stand up and reach around the front to meet his gaze. Seeing the desperation and tears brimming his eyes with how close he was. She then closed her eyes and just walked to the bed of purple and golden satin sheets. Her gaze lustful and filled with desire, she laid herself before him, showing her clearly wet slit.

"Lay with me." She whispered.

Without hesitation, to please his princess as she knew he would, he climbed up with her only for her hoof to stop him by placing it gently on his muzzle.

"Turn around."

Seeing that this was where things would end but afraid of how extreme the release would be, Comic Sketch turned his body around and faced his private towards her face. Seeing the soaked pussy before him, he wondered if he should help but a demanding. "Eat." From his lover was all he needed to begin licking between the crack of fresh fruit.

She was close and she could feel it but so, indeed, was he.

He had proven to her just how far he would go and in return she would give him the orgasm of a life time.

grabbing the hanging member, she began to suck it. Slow and gentle of course. She knew fully well that it would only take just a second for it to harden inside her wet orifice.

She could feel the gentle sucks on her teats and milky slit from his tired but also hungry mouth and moans soon vibrated from her mouth onto his proud girth. The testicles, again rising in pleasure and ready to finally release its seeping load inside of her mouth.

Yet, since she was always one to plan ahead, using her magic she lifted a hidden vibrator from under the sheets and soon, pressing it against his testicles... She turned it on.

Not giving him time to react, she began sucking fierce and true as the fast bolts of vibration echoed on his sagging sacks and with a literal scream later, he erupted streams and streams of his precious seed inside her. She purred in delight at the massive load pouring down her throat. It tasted ever so sweet.

Yet she was now the one to scream next as in his frenzied orgasmic bliss, he began flicking her clit rapidly with his tongue and so with surprise, she actually squirted! She cried in desperate pleasure as the splash of her juices met his face. The taste of his sperm still dripping into her mouth like a faucet.

This erotic pleasure of euphoria only ended after ten minutes of heavy panting and twitching. Yet she wouldn't stop drinking his load and he in turn would not stop lapping her juices.

To the beholder of this, it would seem demeaning and offensive but for the Princess of the Night? It was a sign of engagement. She loved her Comic Sketch and he loved her too.

She promised to make it up to him, to show her devotion to him as he had for her.

But that, was another story.