The Female Equivalent of Anon is Anon
“Yes, and because the density is greater than the galactic average, they are the spiral arms,” Luna answers yet another one of your questions with great ease. You’ve been starting to feel a bit silly for asking so many.
"And you made all of that?"
Really, you're like a child asking Mommy why the moon keeps following you, but you can’t help it. Every time you ask, you see the spark in Luna’s eyes. In the few months that you have gotten to spend time with her, she’s still hard to read, but you’ve learned your best bet at guessing what she’s feeling is through her eyes.
“No,” she replies with a glint of laughter that ghosts across her lips. “There are a great many, the majority really, that have been in creation longer than me. I merely secure their positions and maintain their courses, as a shepherd, if you will.”
You hardly contain your gushing awe as you two continue through the immaculate hall of the Lunar Wing. The moon themed hand stitched tapestries hang along the walls with a majestic wonder. It’s like strolling through a park on a moonlit night surrounded by drooping willows. It is always relaxing to wander the castle with Princess Luna.
As you two turn left into the corner, you try to guess where exactly you are being led. The castle is huge. There are so many corridors that mimic each other, plus halls that seem to stretch further with every step. Besides knowing you are in Luna’s portion of the palace, you are seriously lost.
Still, figuring out where you are is only taking up a small facet of your mental ability. There are still so many questions that keep barreling out of your mouth.
"So, if the sun is a star, don’t you have some sort of domain over it too?"
Having a conversation with a person is hard enough, but talking to a princess should be brutal. You can’t break your adolescent developed habit of staring at the ground for less than fifteen seconds, but when you chance a glance at the princess you see even more amusement in her features.
“That is a secret.” She sure is one for mystery.
"Oh,"
You say as your eyes walk along the patterned navy and gold carpet.
Seven seconds around her is enough to drop your eyes like lead. You don’t pry or ask to know the secret. She wouldn’t have said it was a secret if she were interested in sharing, right? When you look the other way, already feeling embarrassed for the rejection of something that hasn’t even been asked for, she does something that you find… not out of character, just something you weren’t expecting. Luna nudges your shoulder with her elbow, throwing a hinting wink your way.
“So, do not tell my sister I told you… the sun is actually not a star,” she says with a whisper once she leans in close enough to your ear, invasively so as warmth spreads along the side of your face. A tempting thought blooms but you shove it away.
Seriously, control yourself.
Focusing on what was said, your eyes go wide and can’t think of anything but choppy questions, because if this is true your whole life is a lie.
"Wait? It isn’t? Then what is it?"
Luna leads you both down another left, and you could have sworn you saw that same curtain with the half moon and three stars ten minutes ago. You shrug mentally, always a bit paranoid you guess, and refocus on Luna.
“It was a gift,” she answers flatly.
"What? From whom?"
She’s chuckling now, glancing at you for a moment to take in you building incredulous.
“From the citizens of Equestria, a replacement for the one Discord destroyed during his ruling. It is one large mass of magical energy suspended in space.”
You can feel your eyes popping out of their sockets. A little voice in your head, that one that reminds you to sit up straight and keep your elbows off the table, is berating you for making such an exaggerated expression. It’s trying to reign your face back to something more collected, much like Luna really, but you are blown away by this new information.
"Bu- But all the books I’ve ever read, and- none of my teachers ever told me- But the sun has to be a star!"
Your eyes are wide and inquisitive as you two continue further yet into the midnight hallway. You’re doing this sort of side-walking thing, sure that you will trip you sooner or later, just so that you can look at Luna more carefully.
“Oh, you know historians, always recording and saving things so that what they want to be remembered will be.”
A part of your super paranoid side is telling you to make sure this isn’t so joke. Luna loves pulling one over on you with a straight face, but as you watch her profile, you can see the tug on her lips and laughter as she glances at you. She really has just told a huge secret.
"Wow, I can’t believe this! Who else knows about this? Twilight? Oh, geez, does she even know?"
Luna gives you a small shake of the head.
"What? This is too cool! I finally know something she doesn’t!"
And what a thing to know!
“Hmm, now that I think of it...” Luna trails off and inclines her head in a pondering gesture. “My sister may have told Twilight Sparkle, being rather fond of her.”
You deflate immediately, but you don’t want it to seem as though the blow was too crushing.
"Oh, well, that’s cool too…"
You really try to walk off this moment of demolishing embarrassment, but it's too apparent in your posture how disappointed you are. You can’t even pick your eyes up from your shoes. Just then a thought crosses your mind.
"Why did you tell me anyway? I mean, I understand Twilight knowing because you and Princess Celestia have known her for years, but you just met me."
It's four days shy of three months, but still.
Does Luna ever do anything other than give people all-too-knowing smiles? You swear she’s either mysterious in a happy way or in a scary way. There’s no in between… and it’s annoyingly exciting.
You’ve been so focused on understanding this mind blowing reality destroyer and staring at the amazingly designed floor (seriously, can you get a beanie or some tights with this pattern?) that you didn’t realize where Luna was taking you.
A large wood door with Luna’s cutie mark inscribed into it is willed open with her magic.
“I told you because I expect that we will be spending a lot more time together.”
You blink. Luna gestures into her room with a hand and that darn suspicious smirk of amusement, which has been steadily cultivated from her aloof countenance she wore at the beginning of the walk.
There is a mass of things you do at once: blink once more, gulp, tell yourself to stop being stupid and over imaginative, nod, take an intentionally relaxed first step into the room.
"Is this your bedroom?"
It’s a stupid question for many reasons. One, it’s actually her “private chambers” (which almost sends a chill down your spine when she says it.) it also consists of a small study and office area just before you enter the bedroom. Two, regardless of the extra details the room holds, it’s pretty obvious that it’s her room. And three, you’re just asking questions because you are nervous.
Taking a breath and listening to that manner minded voice, you continue calmly inside. You drip out so much poise that the room might as well be yours. When you trip on nothing (you check with a sour face) you recline the swear word on the tip of your tongue and stare at your treacherous feet instead. Your face burns as you hear the slightest chuckle from Luna.
"So, uh..."
You start with as much stunning grace as when you tripped. Darn nerves. It really wouldn’t be so bad if the room wasn’t so dark. You want to ask her to turn on the lights, but then you remember who you are with. If she wanted them on, she probably would have done so already.
Turning to look back at Luna, you swallow a gasp. She’s entering the room and with the light of that hallway slowly slipping away, you see the brilliance her eyes grow. Her starry hair is billowing around her face and the stars in them gleam more too.
When the door finally clicks shut you’re both not shrouded in complete darkness. One steady, constant presence, a mysterious hum of light shines around the corner of the study. Luna walks past you, leading the way once again, and you swear even her form fitting navy sequenced dress is glowing too.
Walking passed the study, careful to maneuver around the busy desk of paperwork that has Princess Celestia’s seal on various corners and past the flooding bookshelf, you follow her and then gasp in earnest. Rounding the corner, you enter what truly is Luna’s bedroom. Her hallway alone puts your whole home to shame, so you can hardly contain your wonder as you look up to the ceiling to see an imagine of the night sky. A living image, at that.
Every view seconds a falling star zooms across, one star growing larger while another twinkles away.
You look like a turkey drowning in the rain, but you don’t care. You’ve never seen anything so beautiful, even more so than last week’s pizza from your favorite shop twelve miles from home.
This is one of those weird times when you realize you’ll be questioning your orientation later, because you have never felt so amazed by anything in your entire life. And seriously, that pizza was great.
You feel yourself mutter something stupid like, “Can I live here,” or “I need more of this in my life,” or “I may have come a little.” But you’re not even present anymore. Your eyes wander all over the room, and everything is eye candy.
The chaise lounge, the fire palace, the curtains on the balcony, the masterful paintings, the other bookshelf that’s not as full, maybe because it’s stocked with only her most cherished possessions. In the state you're in, you only allow a glance at the canopy bed, and it’s a serious dream come true.
The room is a regal blend of blue, purple, black, and deeply stained brown wood. As you come back down to earth from this interstellar trip, you take a quick survey of yourself. Damn, you really may have just come.
Finally, after ages, you remember to look for the princess of whom the room belongs. You don’t even have to say it. Your eyes do. Wow.
Luna’s chuckle is just as all knowing as ever, and you get the feeling that your reaction isn’t the most uncommon thing in her life, yet something she always enjoys. Bigger on the inside rings in your head for a second.
The wonder isn’t wearing off, but you are able to focus a little more.
"So um, why are we here? Not that I mind, I mean..."
“Well, I have enjoyed the couple of months we have spent together, and from the moment Twilight introduced us, I am glad she did.”
Is that a compliment? Brain does not compute. You should say something, but you’re too busy looking at your shoes and fighting a serious blush.
"Oh, uh thanks."
You mutter, but feel like a conceited jerk for not saying something nice back. Maybe you could say- oh, no the moment’s already passed. It feels like she’s going to say something else.
When she doesn’t you yell at yourself for not saying anything, and the moment truly has passed to say something in return.
Some seconds scurry away before Luna is moving towards you. She stops an arm’s length away, not close enough to make you feel the urge to back away, but just close enough to bring the thought to your attention.
“You know, I like having an inquiring mind to listen to me ramble about the night in my old age.”
You catch yourself before you can throw out “you’re not that old.”
“It is reassuring to know that my dominion still holds the interest of the youth.” At this, she gives you a genuine smile and places a hand on your shoulder.
Not being a big fan of physical contact, you bite back your habit of pulling your shoulder away. Actually, you are pretty proud of yourself. You haven’t ruined a great moment, and honestly you don’t mind Luna’s hand on you. It’s a safe gesture and no matter how distant she can be, her presence is always a calming and reachable one.
You return her smile with a bright one of your own, and, albeit a bit awkwardly, you bring your hand to her’s.
It really is a great moment and all, but it’s passed a quarter of a minute and her eyes in the lack of light are super intense. The floor is seriously call your name. You can feel the blush spreading to your ears which is even more embarrassing. You try to back away, but the grip on your shoulder tightens a little.
Looking back up into Luna’s electric teal eyes, you feel your heart jump. You read somewhere (during chill time with Twilight in some dusty old archival section of the royal library) that using the word “ridiculous” to describe royalty was considered blasphemy. But as your eyes are glued to hers, you can’t think of any other word.
Princess Luna is ridiculously beautiful.
This isn’t a ‘wow I’m just noticing how much I like your face” deal, this is a “sweet baby Celestia your beauty is too much,” and it really is. As the not so socially coordinated person you are, you’ve come to realize that being around attractive people makes you feel even more awkward, as though you don’t deserve to be in their sight range because they just look too good. And here you are locking eyes with one of the most beautiful, powerful, and intelligent women in all of Equestria.
And she happens to be leaning towards your face.
"I, um! Really like your room!"
Stepping to the side, which breaks you free of her hold on your shoulder, you turn your attention to the bookshelf you’ve been eyeing since you got in here, which is sort of a lie because it’s only like a fifth on the “things you’ve noticed” list. Number one being the magnetic sway of Luna’s hair.
You can’t risk turning back to look at Luna, because you couldn’t bear to see the seething fire of disgust and offence in her eyes. She must hate you for leaning away like that, but that big potential of whatever could have happened was way too much. Walking to the bookshelf you inspect the faded letters of the books that actually look quite interesting. Maybe, if she don't banish you for the offence, you two can spend a few days reading and discussing them together.
The princess calls your name, and you resist the urge to flinch. She’s back to being flat. There’s nothing in her voice that can clue you into what’s she’s feeling. Great you big dummy, she’s shutting you out.
"Um, yes, Princess."
“Sorry, if I make you uncomfortable.”
Still no way to tell if she’s angry or sad, but you feel too embarrassed to check.
"Uh, ha ha, no I’m fine. I just um, I really… wanted to explore your... room?"
“Nothing to do with me, then?” she asks as though she’s already caught you but is waiting for you to turn yourself in.
You want to yell “are you crazy,” but that would really be out of place. It’s not her at all. You’re just a bit easy to startle when it comes to things like that. You wonder where all that bravado goes, because there’s a difference in you when you rap along to those filthy objectifying songs the radio constant replays compared to actually being around a “cutie little snooty wit’ a drop da bass booty.”
"Um, no really, I just love the craftsmanship in the bookcase. Imported bark, yes?"
You feel yourself plunge deeper down the hole you are digging.
There’s a warmth behind your back that gets your attention. How did she get there so quietly and why is she so clooooo? You shiver right down to your toes. Your eyes do that fluttering thing that you swear looks like you’ve got your eyelids stuck shut from a dried mascara, but hot on other people.
Luna is whispering right behind the shell of your ear, and you almost whimper.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Sure, right, yeah.
“I just thought that it would be nice to share my little collection of stars. I can see how excited you get during our conversations.”
"Mmhm."
“And what better place to get a personal view of my intimate array, than my private chambers?”
"..."
What? What’s going on, and why do you feel like you’re melting, dripping to the floor with heavy splashes.
Luna’s voice is significantly different now. She was indifferent. Now, she is very much involved in sounding as enticing as free unlimited access passes to E3.
“But, I understand if you have no interest in me. I will not pry.”
"I- No, I, uh- you can pry. Please."
You really don’t know what you’re saying, but you won’t even pretend to believe that you've said anything more than incoherent and less than desperate.
“Are you sure, Anon? You are so tense, a single touch may break you.”
You bite your lip, on the literal edge of saying “break me, please.” You've been reading too much yuri angst again.
Come on, pull yourself together. You shake your head, trying somehow to clear this fog that’s settling over you and igniting things. Not because you don’t want anything to happen, but because this nagging fear that you’re being toyed with or that you’ll mess everything up refuses to leave you alone.
When you open your eyes, recollecting yourself, you realize just how acquainted you’ve made yourself with the bookshelf. Somehow you’ve inched your way against it, and you feel as though you are about to become a display on the shelf itself.
You’d back away if Luna hadn’t found it fitting to match your tiny forward paces and hover over your back. You can still feel her breath behind you, and there’s something about it. You can just feel her grinning into your neck the way she lets her breath land against you.
You’re sensitive, you always have been. You hide it emotionally, and when you’re not tripping over the air or blabbering like a nerd you often put up a front that keeps people at bay.
And you are physically sensitive, well, mostly. You’re not ticklish, but you're so particular about who you let touch you that you can’t say for sure. But putting up your defenses and standing at a distance doesn’t mean you're not social, usually. You have a good handful of friends and even, surprisingly, made a new one, Twilight. Who consequently lead you to Luna. Two new friends.
So this, what Luna is doing as she exhales in a delirious tease over your usually sheltered skin, is a lot. Too much? Maybe, but in a good way. Frightening, but good.
There’s a hand on your hip and its grip is enough to make you yelp while it peals you away from the shelf. Slowly you are turned around, until you are left to behold the eyes of the woman who's making your knees quiver.
Her ocean blue eyes pour her question into yours. If you could only see her eyes and not the entirety of her gorgeous face, you would have been able to hear her smirking through the them. Well?
"...I’m sure."
You’re not short, you very avidly and often have to proclaim, but the princess is taller that you. The rumors from the lands farther away from the capital are wrong. Luna isn’t short either. Shorter than her sister, yes, but they both do a fine job of towering over their subjects. Like you’ve noticed before, there’s just something more approachable about Luna. Her height is only intimidating when she wants it to be.
Which must be now, because looking up at the face shrouded with cascading starry hair makes you feel about two feet tall.
It seems time is passing through syrup, as she leans in to catch your lips with her own. In an almost automatic move of self consciousness, you shoot your tongue out to lick your lips. You’re not quick enough and end up brushing Luna’s.
You’re eyes go wide and you’re about to mumble an apology, when Luna chuckles and then brings you back in. Quickly, your eyelids droop, and you feel her pampered fingers slid against your cheek. They’re not hot, but they’re not “revenge through chilly toes death” either. She just feels right.
This is good. This feels alright. You tilt into the kiss for Luna’s ease, but the rest of you feels like you’re sinking, a pleasant sinking though. Her other hand is on your hip again, stroking you with a gentleness you appreciate. You half expected Luna to pounce on you with the way she was whispering in your ear.
Actually, that was kinda fun. "Intense" is the word, but maybe you’ve made her think that you need to be handled carefully. Sometimes, sure, but right now you can’t get this steadily building idea of Luna ravaging you on her spectacular bed out of your mind.
But how to get her to pick things up? You break apart for air, then as it feels that she is going to give you a few more seconds to catch up with yourself, you dive back in.
It’s a bold move that you immediately scold yourself for, but soon you notice that Luna is delightfully surprised. She takes a step closer to you, sealing not only your lips but your bodies completely against each other. The added contact makes you release an involuntary sound.
The rhythm she's been working into your mouth is now being swiveled by her hips. She trails her hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. You whine again, but don’t pull away, instead letting your arms circle around the small of her back. It’s a safe move, but you don’t want to mess this up.
The hand massaging your hip goes lower and farther back. The princess is groping your behind while she grinds into you, and you feel as though you’re being worked into sand, slipping through her hands and piling into a mound of fine dust.
Her tongue is clashing with yours, and you scarcely know when you opened your mouth to her. She probably invited herself when you moaned again. This slippery firm organ is exploring your mouth, but it moves as though it’s well acquainted, because it finds every way to make you wonder why your favorite foods can’t kiss you like this.
When her mouth isn’t on yours anymore, she’s wandering across the column of your neck, pressing her cool lips into your skin. The pecks send blooms of tingling warmth against you.
You feel like she’s doing all the work, which obviously isn’t fair. You have to swallow your fears of failure to return the favor she deserves. One hand on her back slides down her shimmering dress and caresses the flesh that shapes the gown so well. You would know. You were staring earlier.
She makes a noise into your skin, and you take that as immense encouragement. Your other hand glides up her bare arm. For a second you hesitate before your fingers tangle with her hair. Half of you expected to lose them to the cosmos.
The sensation is so strange. It’s hair that's here, but not really. You can feel it, but you can’t. It’s like the last wisps of a dream before you’re fully conscious. You can see the images, but the harder you focus the more they fade.
You find her scalp instead, very thankful and surprised once more. It’s just a regular scalp. Soft, warm, and it’s another thing that makes Luna moan into the crook of your neck where she’s leaving maddening little nips.
"Luna!"
You groan in heated surprise, as her last nip is actually a rather firm bite on your collarbone. Your eyes are doing the fluttering thing again.
She’s chuckling. Why is she chuckling? “Would you like to continue this on the bed?”
You can’t help but take a serious moment to consider the question. This would be a great moment to live out one of those fanfics you read in your down time, like when your OTP has really amazing but often poorly written “against a wall fun.”
But, then again, the room is probably like half of why you are so excited and that bed is probably like eighty percent of that.
"Yeah, to the bed."
You answer, adding with a nod. All at once, the body pressed against you is gone. You feel empty and cold, immediately hating yourself for making the decision to move, much like slipping out of bed on winter mornings. But then you look to your hand and find that Luna’s is holding it, using it to lead you to the stomach dropping pile of covers and pillows she sleeps on.
Biting your lip, you allow yourself to be lead. The damn thing is so fancy it has little stairs that lead you up it. You're nervous and excited and all sorts of things. Then you look around and realize you are sitting right in the middle of Princess Luna’s bed. Immediately, your mind lists the things that she had probably done on this bed in comparison to what you do on your own bed, and you don’t even notice that sleeping almost misses the list.
Luna crawls up to you from where she led you. The bed shifts to accommodate her but it doesn’t creak or moan, which is sort of what you feel like doing because she is really taking her time.
There’s too much time for you to compare yourself to her. Her eyes, her lips, her hair, and hips. It wouldn’t do anyone’s self esteem well to compare themselves to a goddess, but judging yourself in relation to others is another of your quirks.
She’s finally before you, studying your face, which you have unsuccessfully been able to keep from losing the excitement. She’s not smirking, but seriously looking at you.
“You do not have to do this if you have no wish to,” she says with a patience that teeters on subtle disappointment.
"No, no really, I want to, Luna."
You don’t want to explain it because you know you’re being silly, and the excitement in the air is quickly blowing away. She's close enough to kiss, so you press your lips into hers trying to let her know how much fun you are having.
It works, and she’s taking the lead once more, slowly lowering you to your back. She’s on your neck in no time, leaving those same annoyingly wonderful nips and now massaging your stomach.
Your breath quickens while you roam your hands over her as well. You’re on her behind, kneading her through the shimmering gown that you really want to start taking off.
She must be thinking the same thing, because her hand slips under your shirt and continues to rub your belly while she slides the cloth up. Her fingers tickle below the cups of your bra. You’re getting impatient, so you slide up her dress and let your hand explore the surface of what you can reach. To your pleasure, she’s wearing pantyhose. Yes, it’s one more thing to take off, but you love the way the texture feels against your skin.
Luna won’t be out done, so she leans back to help you remove your shirt. Before cold air slaps you, she’s back, rubbing your stomach and gliding her mouth over the new terrain. While she does this, she works on the buckle that’s keeping your pants up. You’d offer to help her, but you love the way her knuckles roll against you as she unclasps the hook.
Leaning back again, Luna slides her fingers under the waist of your pants. As you raise your hips, and she slides them off. Being in your underwear before the princess isn’t as awkward as you thought it would be, but you’d rather the playing field be evened out.
She's thinking the same as you again, because she’s pulling her dress off, revealing her thick thighs, cutie mark, smooth stomach, and bouncy breasts supported by a lacy black bra.
"Did you seriously go commando all day?"
You ask in a surprised but amused gasp, immediately noticing the lack of underthings beneath her sheer leggings.
"I was feeling adventurous today,” she shrugs with a smile of her own, the presumption impossible to miss.
This is too exciting. You take her sight in, thinking about every place you want to touch and still, this far in, can’t believe you’ll be able to. Through your peripheral vision, you can see that she’s enjoying the road trip your eyes are taking.
It’s her turn to lay on her back as she bids you ‘come hither’ with her finger. You’re kissing again, tracing your tongues along the others and groaning into each other's mouths. Leaving hers, revenge is sought by returning the grazing of your teeth along the sensitive parts of her neck.
You come across one spot in particular, right at the base, and she doesn’t just moan but calls your name. Her hands on your skin are omnipresent, brushing your stomach and stroking as far down your thigh as she can reach.
You take another bit of initiative and slide a hand from her stomach to her chest. “Oh,” she slips into the air. You want her to say it again so you roll your palm over the lace, stressing and relaxing your grip. Your other hand joins as you slide a leg over her, giving yourself a feel of the second skin that’s a mesh black color.
Luna mewls from the massage of both her breasts. Her eyes close in concentration while she continues to grace your skin with her slender fingers. She pulls you close, capturing your hands between your chests, then reaches behind you to unhook your bra.
A little thought of panic falls over you. You're not some wild child sex fiend. Not many people other than a physician or a stupid sibling that can't understand "knock first," have seen most of your skin. Falling out of the moment again, you resist her hands pushing you up so that she can take the bra the rest of the way off.
Luna can feel the slight trepidation, so she halts her effort to remove the bra and she leans up to kiss you. You melt into her as she brushes all the right places on the roof of your mouth.
When you feel her roll you both over, you let her. Once your back is on the bed, she's trailing her mouth down your body. Before her hands do the same thing you had been moments before, she moves your arms above your head, careful to leave the cup on.
She continues down until she reaches your smooth twin mounds. Luna stops kissing and is now sliding her tongue along your flushed skin. It's driving you crazy that her mouth is all over you, but there’s still more you want her to reach.
"You can take it off now."
You groan as her tongue plays along the edges of the top of the cup, dipping in every few seconds.
"No."
"Why?"
Your face crumples into confusion.
"Are you questioning your princess?" she says with such a stern expression you find yourself stammering.
"I- I, no. B-"
"Then you need no explanation."
You peep out a small "yes ma'am," and lay there quietly as she continues her insane teases. She's back to sliding her tongue around you, but she occasionally uses her teeth to pinch your skin. It shoots little bolts of excitement between your legs.
Her hands are a massaging you too, groping and kneading. Dang, you shouldn’t have punked out like you did. All you want is to feel the princess’ fingers touching your bare breasts. You won’t beg though, there’s no way she can get you to do that. Lack of confidence or whatever you’ve got, begging is just one thing you have too much pride for.
Still, you want your bra off now. Managing to sit up, you wait for Luna to shoot her electric blue stare at you, but instead she’s preoccupied. You’re abdomen is a trampoline and her mouth hops from one place to another, pressing kisses all over your belly. Keeping your eyes’ trained on her, you remove your bra with one hand, letting it fall over the bed somewhere.
Just as you lay back down, her attention is returned to your northern parts. You have to bite your lip when she does just as you predicted, shoots her electric blue stare at you. Energy surges up and down your spine, stunning you for a second. The only thing you can do is breath and even that has become a nearly ineffectual thing.
In a smug husk she whispers, “It sound’s like you’re liking this.”.
She must be using magic on you because how could one look convince you that you are twice as wet as you were a few seconds ago. Her mouth approaches slowly, and unlike that movie with the shark there are no suckish ‘great-for-the-times’ props. The similarity lies within the rhythmic beating of your heart bumping faster and faster behind your chest, becoming a tattle tail sign of the encroaching encounter.
"Uhnn"
You groan as her lips finally circle around one of your nipples. It amazing the difference between tweaking them yourself and having someone else do it. It was as though people were made to touch each other and not themselves.
“You’re sensitive…” Luna hums, as though she hadn’t caught on to all your squirming and moaning earlier. How does she do that while keeping that in her mouth? You should take some mental notes.
"Sorry."
It’s the first you think to stay. It was probably the first thing you said out of your mother and it’ll mostly likely be the last after a car runs you down. (Or, if you play your cards right, your last words may be the name of your favorite child. (You gotta give the living people something fun to talk about.)
Luna chuckles, which makes you moan because her vibrations go straight through your breast.
“Don’t apologize. I love it.”
She’s on the next one now, licking and suckling just like the other. Your toes curl when she does the thing with her teach, rolling the bud between them like a rolling a fine cigar. She’s too good.
Losing you fingers in that mystery of hair again, you feel more than hear her sigh. You drag your nails against her scalp, then twirl a lock around your finger. Unraveling it then setting all the tips of your nails just rough enough on her scalp again, you lightly tug a fist full of hair.
Luna likes it enough to slide her hand down to the waistband on your underwear. Her nails, perfectly trimmed and shaped, claw at the area of skin below your stomach and above your mound. You shiver at the sensation.
Seeing that you haven’t tensed up, Luna takes this as a sign to continue. Her other hand joins her first and they both wrap around your waistband at either side of you. She’s pulling your panties off and you aren’t hyperventilating, stiffening up, or anything. You’re just letting it happen.
You’re at a lot more ease with her now, and also you’re just really aroused. Her mouth is amazing and you need to feel it everywhere.
But it’s not just her mouth, or even because she is breathtakingly heartbreakingly spit-takingly attractive. There’s a certain comfort that you feel, no matter how many times your nerves kick in.
Luna is just like the moon. The authority of the night, bright and difficult to reach. A light and a beacon, much like the sun, but serene. You feel compelled to look at her, and you do. You can for hours, because it will never hurt. Looking at her is actually more soothing than looking away.
So you don’t look away. Instead you pull her back up to your arms, languidly rolling your tongue against her own in a burst of confidence that she is not disappointed with. You urge her to lay back so that you can straddle the swell of her hips, the mesh of the stockings rubbing the soft skin of your inner thighs in the best way.
Luna moans deeply into your mouth, letting you ride your wave of bravery. You want to explore, and she knows it. Your teeth find their way into the mix once more, tugging her pouty bottom lips, and then grazing from her chin all the way to her arousal sunken stomach. You remain there for a while, busying yourself with the flat warm expanse of skin while you reach up to slide down the shoulder straps of her bra.
"Here, let me help,” Luna offers, it must have been meant to sound helpful, but you can hear the slight impatience. Whether she admitted it or not, she is much more excited that you had initially realized.
When the bra comes off you don’t waste time gawking. First your hands, then your mouth tends to her delicious mounds. Her’s are bigger than yours, though not as pert, nevertheless they are magnetically warm. Before you know what you are doing, you’re rubbing your face between the valley of them, nipping the tender undersides much to her delight.
Luna chuckles over your enchantment of her breasts before her voice melts into a moan. Your teeth unsheathe again, taking her stiff nipple as their captive.
“Aah! Harder!” Her voice isn’t as dry as a command, but it gets you to hop-to without even entertaining the thought of delaying.
Now you’re not just holding the nipple in place but tugging too. Luna’s legs are shifting below you, and if you had to guess, she was rubbing them together in obvious anticipation.
Both sides are given fine attention, until you fear that you’ll make Luna too sore. Shifting down the bed, you’re between her supple laps, drawing circles lower and lower down as you feel her heat radiating from beneath her pantyhose. She’s breathing heavily and looking at you with needy eyes, aching for you to touch her where she needs it most.
As your fingers move to the waistband, ready to pull them off, Luna stops you.
“Leave it on,” she says, shaking her head roughly.
Right. No time for that. It looks as though she’s trying her best not to pounce and while that thought makes your stomach clench in excitement, you want to please her first.
You press your tongue flat against her covered center, getting your first taste of the anticipation that drips from her puffy lips. The sensation of the sheer fabric and her flavor on your tongue makes you all too aware of the growing pool between your own legs. Soon the positions will be switched, and the night princess will be breathing heavily against your own slit.
Luna doesn’t wait for you to continue but rolls her hips into your mouth. This is the last hint you need. Giving her one swift kiss against her wet core, you bring your hand to replace your mouth. You rub her in a steadily rising tempo, feeling around for what she prefers- circles, side to side, up and down, zigg zaggs- until you find the right pace.
The sounds Luna is making as you bring her closer to the edge are driving you insane. You want to hear more because every moan, gasp, and call of your name proves that’ she’s enjoying herself. A sense of self validation, even more rewarding than a few positive comments on your fanfics, washes over you. The effects of your works is right before you and clearly received positively.
If the quickening pace of Luna’s hips is any indication, she’s just on the border of a climax. Either she pulls you, or you move to her, but your lips are sealed together sloppily. Her legs widen and her arms wrap around you, pulling you as close to herself as she can, and then she freezes, tearing her mouth away and arching with a loud groan of your name falling out.
Her back collides with the bed once more, and she catches her breath. You lay beside her, letting your arm rest and thinking about how you’ve just made a princess of the freaking country come on your hand, which is soaked with her juice that is tempting you to taste it.
"What it good?"
And just like that, all that confidence begins to ebb away. What if she faked? What if she just wanted to finish? What if she just wanted to test you out like a demo at the GameStop and realized you aren’t worth the-
“Was it good? Do you think I’d waste my time by faking?”
Your cheeks burn as you look away, snapped out of the beginning of your downward spiral..
“You,” she begins, moving herself into your line of vision by throwing a leg over you and pinning you on your back, “don’t need to worry. It was very good.” She whispers warmly against your ear. Her playful tone is mixed with a satisfaction that makes you feel like necessary part of her daily routine.
Luna kisses you tenderly, stroking the side of your face with her thumb. It’s a simple kiss that takes its time and shows you just how much affection the princess is capable of displaying. You sigh though your nose, content to have this peaceful moment with her... until she trails her lips to the shell of your ear, where she reignites that fire in your core.
By the time her grazing teeth and searing lips find the sensitive section of your stomach between your mound and belly button, you are already on the fringes of being a quivering mess. You sit up with your elbows as support. Her lips, smooth and pouty are parted, hovering at an agonizingly safe distance from your center. She’s letting her breath tease you, moving her head from the apex of one thigh to the other, ghosting over your outer lips.
You’re panting, and she hasn’t even touched you yet. Her eyes haven’t looked up once since she started teasing you. Luna’s in her own little world. She doesn’t need to see the reaction in your face, she can see it in the way your patience is taking so much effort that your lower stomach is clenching in a rhythm.
"Luna."
You’ve never in your life have sounded so desperate. Where did that breathy rasp even come from? Remember that voice for later, it might be useful when you need to turn in an assignment late or something.
Her teal eyes shoot up your body and pinpoint yours in an instant. The excitement in her lusting eyes, hazed over by a cloud of mischief owned only by the princess of the night are all but brimming your soul. Or maybe it’s a reflection. Maybe through her glossy eyes you can see the aroused expression you are making.
You’re hips do this involuntary thing where it juts forward. Your body must be thinking faster than you are, because it is passive aggressively screaming for Luna to ravish your hot center. She’s waiting still. She can see the desire burning you from the inside out, but Luna is waiting and you’d be damned to believe that she wasn’t smirking.
Your bottom lip finds it’s way between your teeth, knowing what’s at the tip of your tongue. Your hips buck again. At this point, with the tips of her nails now up and down your inner thigh, there is no possible way you can not stop fidgeting.
Don’t think of it as lost pride, think of it as a courtesy. She’s a diarch and sliding anything of hers into you is a favor. Just say it.
"Please!"
You take it back. That was the most desperate you’ve ever sounded.
At least she’s not not teasing you anymore. Luna’s tongue is lithe and dragging firmly against your lips, puffy and slick down the center. You can feel the texture of her pink muscle laying flat against you and then moving up. Slowly.
The moist roughness grazes your clit from where it pokes out between your slit, and a deep inhale suctions your abdomen inwards. To top it all off, her eyes haven’t left yours. They arrest your attention. You feel shackled to Luna; your hips rise with her tongue, keeping you two joined for as long as possible.
"Hooolllly Ce-"
You stop yourself. The phrase is all too popular, but this is the one instance where calling out the sun princess’ name will not be a complement.
When Luna repeats her action, your head rolls back. She’s licking you again and again, at a faster pace now. Her tongue is pointed more and she’s circling the sopping wet center of your, poking in at random intervals.
"Oh! Luna!"
You can’t hold yourself up any more, but you find the top of Luna’s head again, swimming your fingers through her hair.
For someone so cool and calm, Luna is channeling a lot of heat and energy through your body. You knew Luna would be good. That goes without saying. No one should live that long without picking up a few tricks, but good fricking golly, this woman is going to make you explode in big ball of sticky passion!
You can’t even explain what she’s doing now. Your brain is a bowl of melted mush and anything that has meaning to you is directly related to the sensation of Luna interacting with your body. She’s added her fingers by now, doing this flicking thing over your bud while her tongue slithers deeply in your entrance. You gotta call it. She’s got to be using magic because there’s no way anyone’s tongue is really that long.
"Aaaaah! Fff-"
Your legs clamp around her face, and you grip her hair like a life line.
When you have enough sense to release her from you clutches, she’s right back to work. You can’t even apologize for nearly suffocating her because her tongue wipes away your thought’s like a chalkboard. Everything is still there, it’s just one giant indistinguishable cloud of fading ideas.
Her other hand is tweaking your nipple, rolling it between her pointer and thumb like a dollar bill turned telescope. Up and down like a carousel ride, your hips leave the bed. The princess actually has to hold you down to continue.
There’s trembling in your legs, up your spine, in the depths of your abdomen, all from her moaning into your plush flesh. Deep rumbling noises from the back of her throat, adding a vibrating touch to you bud.
You come again, silently. This one arches your back off the bed and makes your nether lips dribble. Again, she’s unrelenting, catching every drop of you.
Her fingers take over. The princess is kissing you, letting you taste the heady liquid she’s able to coax out of you. She goes on like this, kissing you and then biting your ear, making you come repeatedly. Sometimes her fingers are in you and other times she’s teasing your bud, but Luna never breaks away from you, doesn’t give you a chance to catch you breath.
It’s the most mind melting thing you’ve ever experienced. You kiss her, hands raking her back and massaging her breasts, otherwise she won’t let you return the favor. You feel like you have to, like you’re taking all the pleasure while she dishes it out, but every time you hand venture she moves you, or nips your neck too hard, or -you favorite- gives you look that pauses every cell in your body.
"Luna, I- uh! I can’t take it- aaah anymore! Luna!"
Despite you saying it, Luna is the one who decides that this really will be the last one. Everything locks up as if your body is trying to process the sensation, regardless of how many time’s it’s gone through this already. You don’t know if this one is the best orgasm because you’re sensitive after going through so many, or because she was saving her best for last, but the stars you see are not just the ones that wave on her hair or hang on her ceiling.
Surprisingly, you squirt all over her hand. Being taking off guard, you both jump a little when you squirt like water from a thumb covered hose. You never knew you could do that. Her sticky digits withdraw, each awaiting a bath from her dutiful tongue, which leisurely washes away the mess you’ve made on her fingers.
Coming down off this cloud, not even an earthly one, but a stardust space cloud, you feel like you’ve been run over a truck, but the truck was super sexy and made you come a million times.
“How was that?”
"Luna… that was… ha. I don’t even know how to put… it. Do you normally… go all out the first time?"
She giggled. Luna, of all people. There was really no understanding this woman. She giggled like a young girl toting her secrets in her smile and rested next to you, pulling you into her cushy chest while you caught your breath.
“Do you really think that was my all?”
Lead in water, your stomach drops. Too many possibilities flood your mind. There’s no way, no way she perform any better than that..
You peek up at the breadth of her much too coy grin and understand how serious she is being.
There’s nothing you can say to this. All you can do is bury your face into her and groan in apprehensive bliss.
“Ready for round two?”
You eyes bug out, and there’s no strength left to run. Not that you really want to. You can hear the teasing in her voice.
"I think I’m going to need a while, like a year or twelve or something."
You joke back.
“Well that must mean you will be here for a while?”
There’s a hopefulness that she tries to snuff, dispersing it in sound which only serves to heighten it in touch as she settles against you with a just noticeable pull of possession.
It makes you smile.
"I guess it does."
You both laugh something warm and comfortable, snuggling closer together. This is happiness, and this is good. This can last a long while, and you already feel less inclined to do something awkward in the next twenty four hours. Luna is relaxing, and you don’t feel like you need to hide, run, or make an excuse for being lame or anything. Luna didn’t just want you, but she wants you to stay.
"So, while we pass the time, what other things about the sun don’t I know?"
Luna sighs happily, taking a thoughtful moment to sort through her knowledge mentally. She begins to answer your question, painting her words with the imagery of her starry knowledge.
Author's Note
Second person and preset tense are literally my pet peeves when reading. Naturally, I thought I should give writing it a try. (wait is that an attempt at broadening my stylistic horizon or hypocrisy...? 
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This has been sitting in my laptop 5ever and I want it gone.
Just kidding, I'm thinking of moving this to my "retry for style and plot" folder, but I'm looking for some feedback so please don't be shy (don't be a jerk either).
And let me just admit that staying consistent with the tense was difficult. I'm actually ready to say I failed that, but I need to air this fic out, and catch the rest of the typos by looking at it through a new scope.... blah blah blah hope you enjoyed the clop.
