Bark at the Moon

Princess Luna, having spent a long time ruling the land and defeating many of its potential foes throughout history, is the sort of pony who thinks three or four steps ahead. In this particular case, she knew she would be less-than-sober upon returning to her quarters, and as such, she left her bedroom window open wide enough for her to brazenly glide in without an issue. Her hooves clack against the ornate floor upon landing remarkably well, despite her recent imbibing of mead.

Everything about this room seems centred around the theme of night, from the moon-shaped bed to the walls as dark as the night sky. Stars are also specked across the room from time to time. Your nostrils identify the scent of soothing lavender.

"Huzzah, We have returned safely!" she declares to no-one else in the room - so, probably to you. She ambles toward her bed, swaying her hips side-to-side either in flirtation or inebriation. Since you're still clinging to her from the flight, the swaying doesn't do much to help with your balance. You try to gently slide off her back, but instead, you fail to find a solid footing and trip over your own tin-leg, still attached to you.

Instinctively, your large canine arms reach out and grab the nearest thing in order to keep yourself upright. Unsurprisingly, that nearest thing would be the Princess of the Night herself. Or more specifically, her rear flank, still covered by her sleek, black dress.

"Ah!" she gasps, whipping around to face you. One would expect her to be offended at your unintended grabbing... but the expression on her face says something very different indeed. "You certainly are an eager one, aren't you?" she flirts, her voice like silk.

You notice you still haven't let go of her backside yet. Nor do you intend to; "I'm up for it if you are," you smirk, giving her a cheeky squeeze with your paw.

You can almost feel Luna's hot blush. For a creature so strong, smart and beautiful, your charms seem to affect her more than you would've thought. She breathes for a second, a hot panting as a shiver runs quite visibly from her spine to her tail.

"Before we go any further," she says, ignoring just how much her tail is twitching, "you should know that I haven't done this in a very long time. Say. over a thousand years."

"Really?" you ask, trying to lay your attention, and compliments, on thick. "A stunning princess like yourself and not a single suitor?"

"Oh, I had suitors," Luna smiles. You notice she's dragging you closer and closer to her bed in the centre of the room. You carefully place the half-full mead bottle onto the floor. "Hundreds of them. They were all rich, snobby stallions, trying to wed for political or financial gain. Half of them were even scared of my power: One could practically smell the fear behind their expensive cologne. I rejected them all."

As Luna continues her story, pulling you onto her bed proper, you quickly undo the latch on your tin-leg, letting it unfasten and fall to the floor. You won't be needing it in the sheets. "And so I held off on romance. If they couldn't handle me, they didn't deserve me. I promised myself that I would only fall for somepony who actually makes an effort to understand me."

Luna falls backwards, sprawling herself on her bed, displaying her slim, yet firm figure behind her tight, sexy dress. She seductively sighs, as you watch her chest rise and fall with a strange sense of arousal. Naturally, you fall forwards over her, your face inches from hers. Luna's fore-hoof clasps around your shoulders, pulling you closer still.

Slowly, your paws work her dress, carefully undressing her until it drifts weightlessly to the ground by the bed. And there she is; Luna, with no dress or royal regalia to speak of, lying on her bed, inviting you to join her.

"Only that somepony turned out to be a someone." Her breath is hot, very hot, on your face. Your heart is beating so fast that your blood is warming every inch of you.

You want to thank her, so much, for choosing you over so many others. But in truth, the choice was never hers to make, nor was it yours: it was simply... there. And it felt right.

Your lips feel right against hers as well. Her wings stretch out like a yawn, and snugly wrap around you like a welcoming, downy cocoon. Her mouth still bears the hint of mead. You tease your tongue against her lips, just a little, testing to see if she's willing to go beyond. She is; her lips part with soundless gasp, and the tip of her tongue playfully flicks against your own. It doesn't take long for that to become a hot, wet massage of tongues.

The more you kiss, the deeper Luna sighs, her warm wings twitching in anticipation. Her tail beckons you to her hips, subconsciously shifting with latent lust. Your loins are already starting to stir from the action, but you reckon it's too soon to just dive in and start thrusting; Instead, you decide to tease her.

Your paws smoothly slide from her shoulders to her ribcage, heaving with the ever-growing intensity of your kissing. From there, you slide them down to her softly-moving hips. You take a moment to impishly trace the white crescent moon on her flank with a digit, before taking a paw-ful of her rear, and squeezing. She feels so smooth, toned and firm, yet there's still plenty to caress. Without breaking the kiss, you feel the faint vibrations of a chuckle, or a moan, emanating from her.

Your paw drifts further back still, until you delicately drag it around the outskirts of the most intimate part of her, wordlessly asking her if you can go ahead. She doesn't object.

The pad of your paw teases her marehood, expecting her to be wet with pleasure. You're more right than you imagined; she's completely dripping with arousal. Almost as soon as you started playfully rubbing her, another wave of sexual thrill runs through her, drenching your paw. The kiss breaks momentarily as she sharply inhales.

"I... I think we're ready," she moans, making no attempt to mask her titillation. She slaps your paw away from between her hind legs, and she spreads them further out, inviting you inside her. Needless to say, you're ready too. Rearranging yourself, you wrap your arms around Luna's waist, and position your hardened cock at her twitching entrance. Even at its most welcoming, it still feels tight and strong as you slide yourself in.

"A-ahh!" More wet secretion flows from her as she cries out. Judging by how close she is to climaxing already, you realise that, yes, it really has been over a thousand years since she last felt such pleasure. You're keen to make her satisfied; you start thrusting. Slowly at first, but no sooner had you started, did she start demanding you go faster. And harder. And deeper. You're not one to disappoint.

It doesn't take long for your thrusting to reach a hot, fevered rhythm. Luna starts to grip you tighter, in tandem with the heightening pitch of her moans. Her cries are so loud, she tries to muffle herself by burying her muzzle in your shoulders, her warm breath creeping up your neck. Trying not to focus on the building pressure in your shaft, you treat her to thrusting just a little faster and deeper.

That may have been a mistake; her entire body - hips, wings and all - starts to convulse with stimulation. Her attempts to muffle herself fails as she approaches her breaking point. Without thinking, she drives her teeth into the space between your shoulder and your neck, and bites down hard as she screams in ecstasy, akin to how someone would bite and scream into a pillow.

You manage to endure the shock of it; as a pony, her teeth aren't particularly sharp. In fact, you find the sensation of her tight, biting mouth, and hot tongue pressing against you, to be far hotter than it is painful. You pant out a groan as you start to reach your climax, but you're not sure whether it's in pain or pleasure. You absent-mindedly grip Luna's waist just a little too tight, inadvertently scratching her back with a careless claw.

"Mnf..." Luna's voice cracks between her stifled wails. You think she... liked that? Either way, she's just about to break, and so are you. Throwing caution to the wind, you thrust your way to bliss, dragging your claws across her back in a long, slow scratch. She yelps, despite the mouthful of your shoulder and neck, and she bites down harder in response.

The rush of pain that throbs from your neck only helps intensify the throbbing of arousal from your cock. Every passing heartbeat threatens to shatter what little endurance you have left. Amidst Luna's convulsions, you feel your shaft soaked in her hot, wet release. And it's from there, your mettle is finally broken, and you burst.

One powerful spurt of satisfaction after another rages from your loins. You can barely hold back a roar of delight. Luna's teeth finally relent from your shoulder as she sighs in contentment. At last, you feel Luna's muscles relax under your body, her wings unfurling from around you, spreading out over her bed.

You pull yourself out, and lie down alongside her, basking in the shared afterglow. Just you and Luna, curled up on top of the covers. Hearts still racing, breath still panting. Her hoof calmly traces the space between your shoulder and your neck, complete with a deep, obvious bite mark.

"I... uh, I apologise for the biting earlier," the princess blushes. "I have no idea what came over me. It's just been so long since I've had such intimacy, and it felt like the natural thing to do, but..."

"It's fine. Doesn't hurt or anything," you reassure her. Truthfully, there's still a dull hum of pain, but it's nothing like the bite itself. "How are the scratches?"

"I'm not sure," she roll onto her side, displaying her slim form to you, back first. "Is it bad?"

"Uh..." you hesitate. Six long, thin lines are etched onto her back, mostly drawn across the area above her shapely hips. "You might wanna wear a dress for a few days."

"And you, a scarf!" she quips. Honestly, you'd expect a princess of all things to worry about her appearance more. Especially with marks in such a, well, compromising place. Seriously, if you were to see a pony with scratches like that, how else could they possibly have gotten them?

Either way, between you both one thing is certain; those acts of passion were so very, very worth it.