Here. The Royal Bedchambers. Somewhere you never dreamed in your wildest imaginings you’d end up. And yet... here you are, surrounded by the splendour of the most decorated estate in all of Canterlot. The bedroom of a princess...
And the princess in question. Princess Luna, standing before you in her elegant robes as dark as night, beckoning you forward. She stands at the foot of her elegant four post bed, the sheets the same colour as her luxurious royal dress, blacks and darkened blues sparkling with tiny points of light, brighter than the stars themselves. She sits on the welcoming softness of the bed as she pats the blankets beside her. Hurriedly, you rush forward, practically diving towards your newly designated seating arrangement. The cushiony mattress welcomes you, giving a tiny creak as the springs bounce with the weight of your body. Meekly, you turn towards the Princess, your mouth still agape in the majesty of her regal beauty.
“Thou knowest why I have called thee here, correct?” her tone is understanding, but curt, and formal, cultured from centuries of royal discourse and as yet uncorrected by the changes of modern nomenclature. You nod eagerly, the purpose of your visit still burning brightly in the front of your mind. Being called to a private audience with Princess Luna was one thing, but when the reason for your visit was revealed – the anticipation was doubled.
“Very well then, let us proceed with haste. Thy Princess does not like to be kept waiting.”
You eye Luna’s body almost hungrily as she stands up from the bed before sluffing off the shoulder straps of her dress, and letting it fall to the ground, revealing her elegantly tailored undergarments – as expected of a princess, they match the colour of her dress completely, a dark blue, though missing the dotted sparkles of wayward stars.
Without hesitation, she places her hands behind her back for a moment, fiddling with the clasp of her bra before it snaps open. She reaches her hands around to her chest, taking each cup in hand before sliding it forward, and placing it demurely atop her dress which lies at her feet.
Your mouth practically waters at the sight in front of you. Though the Canterlot royalty has always dressed in a most conservative manner, you’ve always admired the figures of the ruling sisters from afar - Princess Luna has always concealed her royal figure behind dark shades and billowy clothing, but you knew what lie behind her elegant garments - such a pert figure, and the object of your nightly affections and imaginings: a pair of the most perfect breasts to grace the earth.
Though her speech was indicative of the utmost composure and formality, you can see Luna blush ever so slightly at your leering – though in the company of royalty some restraint might be cordial, you can’t help yourself. The softness of her flesh is beckoning you, begging you forward to caress her delicate curves and magnificent body.
“Though your Princess is appreciative of thine affectionate gaze, your duty here is beyond simple observation. Rise, and come display to your admiration.”
Without hesitation, you leap from your seat on the bed, running forward to be closer to the sublime display of perfection in front of you. You find it even sexier that despite her blunt nature and disarming nakedness, Luna has still kept her underwear on – apparently royal procedure follows a very concrete set of regulations.
You pause at arm’s length, unsure of how to proceed. Though your calling was very clear in its purpose, you couldn’t stand the idea of acting out of turn and losing your opportunity to make one of your deepest fantasies come true.
“Did I not make myself clear, peasant?”
The staunchness in her tone puts you off slightly, unused to hearing even a hint of derision in her speech observed from afar. You blink nervously at her, praying you haven’t already displeased her beyond reprieve.
She sighs arduously, and gestures to her chest with a sweeping arm motion.
“Thy Princess has presented her royal body before thee. Pay tribute with the full extent of your talents, or be sent back to your hovel.”
Your arm is shaking with anxiety as you extend it forward, eyes practically screwed shut as you place your fingertips delicately on Luna’s skin. The first feeling of her breast underneath your palm is exquisite, like the down of the softest pillow or the finest silk caressing your skin. You hear yourself let out an involuntary gasp, and to your surprise, notice the slightest intake of breath from Luna as well. Her businesslike attitude gave no indication that there was to be any pleasure in the matter – and yet, if that was the case, then why had you been called up here in the first place?
Tucking the thoughts at the back of your mind, you begin to press your hand forward slightly, savouring the feel of Luna’s supple skin against your palm. The texture is otherworldly, drawing forth another sigh as you knead one of her perfect tits. Immediately aware of the lack of symmetry, you raise your other hand and mimic your dominant hand's motions, pressing and squeezing your fingers gently, taking utmost care in your attentions. You can smell Luna’s royal perfume as you lean close to her, and the scent makes you shiver slightly. The heat of her body hits your own like a tingling electricity, making you gulp nervously as you continue to gently caress her breasts.
All the while, Luna’s mouth is parting in the meekest of gasps, trying her hardest to give no indication that your attention is causing her the slightest of pleasurable sensations. Even in the haze of your fantasy, however, you can tell she’s enjoying herself – just perhaps not as much as you are.
Your idle contemplation is interrupted, along with your kneading, at the insistence of her voice.
“Is this the extent of reverence thou art possessed of for thy Princess?” she pauses for a moment, perhaps to compose the remainder of her speech, or, as you suspect, to remove the trace of pleasure from her voice before she issues any commands further. The corners of your mouth lift ever so slightly as the thought lingers in your mind.
“We demand... that is to say, we suggest you show the fullest of your love, given all the faculties you are afforded.”
Your grin increases knowingly. You’ve dreamed of this moment for years, and living it now, you’re not sure how to feel. Feelings and thoughts can be sorted out later, however – right now, only one thing should be on your mind.
Without hesitation this time, you lower your mouth to Luna’s skin. Rather than proceeding abruptly, you take your time onward to your destination – your mouth plants tiny kisses on the softness of her neck as you make your way downward to the intent of your full affections. You can feel Luna shuddering with each kiss, finally giving away the extent of her enjoyment.
This is going to be wonderful.
Beginning at the edge of her beautiful breasts, you trace your tongue along the supple skin towards the center, circling her nipples before tracing along the other side. You place your hand on her shoulder as you do so, stroking it gently as your tongue continues its dance around her sensitive breasts. The feeling of her shudders under your hand makes every touch more enjoyable, and you can’t help but tease her for a while before the insistence of her panting increases. You hear tiny groans through muffled lips as you circle her nipple over and over.
Eventually, it seems she can take no more.
“Enough! Your princess demands that you... tend to her royal assets with full appreciation, not as some game to be played!”
Of course, you need no further encouragement.
Without another second, you transition rapidly from the light tracing of your tongue to a soft bite on Luna’s tender protruding nipples, giving them a mild pressing of your teeth before sucking on them eagerly. As you do so, you raise your left hand to her other breast, sympathetic for its lack of attention, resuming your ministrations from earlier, but this time much fiercer in intensity, pressing your palm hard against the soft welcoming tissue and grinding against it with increased strength.
Luna gasps out loud at the abrupt increase in intensity, shaking slightly before righting her posture. She raises one of her arms from her side where it hung since the beginning of your attention, and places her hand on your shoulder, digging her fingers into the fabric of your shirt as you continue to nibble and suck at her magnificent breast. You can feel the weight of her body lean towards you slightly as you lick hungrily at her nipple, placing a circle of bites around it on the soft yielding texture of her skin.
“Mmmnh... your princess... asks kindly that you would... press harder, with thine teeth...”
Hearing the mix of authoritative formality and demand turned request fragmented by her pants and moans strikes you as adorable, additional incentive as you do just as your highness desires. Your teeth dig into her skin harder than before, leaving tiny red marks with the force of their pressing, all along her breast and at her nipple as well, the latter in particular drawing forth a moan of particularly exorbitant volume. You bite and suck with ferocity for several minutes, before withdrawing your face – only for a moment, replacing your mouth with your other hand, and removing your left - can’t ignore one side for the other, after all.
Luna’s fingernails rake into your skin beneath your shirt as your teeth do the same to her – gnawing at her erect nipple and the soft malleable flesh surrounding, all the while pressing your hand into her other breast, tweaking her other nipple with your fingers and pressing it tight with your finger nails, eliciting louder moans each time the intensity of your attention increases. You suck eagerly, both breasts now wet with saliva from your mouth and tongue, the soft sound of bites and suction drowned out by the volume of her royal voice now turned to brazen animalistic lust.
Abruptly, she stops you, removing her hand from your shirt and placing it at the back of your head, signalling your attention to cease. Curiously, you withdraw your head, and look into her eyes – they stare back at you, brimming with intensity, sparkling light the stars overhead with every night’s sky.
“That was... wonderful. Your Princess commends thy... enthusiasm. But now it is time for the second section of your... admiration. If thou art ready?”
Luna takes your hand and gestures with her other towards the bed, black sheets and comforting softness beckoning.
How befitting that in all your dreams of the Princess, her power over the night could make her capable of surpassing even your wildest night-time fantasies.
You nod eagerly, and she smiles at you, before withdrawing her hand, and swiftly lowering the last piece of her clothing to floor.
