A Little Night Music

Luna gasped, as she felt Octavia’s hoof travel down her quivering flank.

“Dost thou toucheth my rectum!?”

Octavia said nothing but smiles as she resumes touching the royal flank, enjoying the quivering feeling despite the Princess’s objections. The royal under her ministrations filled her with a sense of power. She relished the feeling of the diarch of the night succumbing to her touch. Emboldened by the princess’s body begging for more, Octavia slips her hoof lower to gently rub against Luna’s lower lips, smirking as her hoof dampens. Luna can’t help but twitch her legs as her most precious area is explored, prompting her more baser urges to the surface of her mind.

The princess let out a long, low groan, as her inner lips were parted against the forceful entry of the cellist’s dexterous hooves. Her sopping entrance posed no resistance, and gladly accepted the forceful pleasure it was receiving. Octavia’s eyes lowered shut as she played her hoof over the princess as easily as her bow played across the strings of her cello. Her ears perking and listening for changes in the princess’s voice. Each instrument had its own quirks and idiosyncrasies to coax the best sound forward, and Luna was no exception. Octavia’s hoof dared to reach upward and lavish the royal clit, bringing Luna’s breathing and voice to a hitch. She shrieked shrilly, as waves of pleasure radiated through her core, forcing her body to tighten its muscles in response.

Smirking, Octavia pulled her hoof away just before Luna came. As Luna caught her breath, her shaking eyes met Octavia’s confident gaze. She was still shivering from the unbelievable pleasure, unable to completely regain control of her body. She wondered how such a common earth pony could exert such control over an alicorn of her stature. Ponies normally wouldn’t even make eye contact with her, yet here she was, lain out in front of a mere musician as though she were just a mare in heat. Luna was slowly able to bring her breathing back under control, and the strength that had left her muscles was gradually returning. Octavia ensured that didn’t last long.

Leaning back in between the lunar princesses shapely rear legs, Octavia hastily mashed her hoof back against Luna’s weeping wet pussy. The shock against Luna’s still sensitive sex was enough to cause Luna to throw her head back, mouth opened in a silent scream. Once again, her control over her muscles was forfeit to the pleasures the grey mare was forcing upon her. Her breathing was growing shorter and more labored, and the ever more familiar waves of pleasure shredded through her mental faculties. The feelings built in her core, the swelling pressure building more quickly than before. Her legs were beginning to tingle under the intensity of the feelings emanating from her clit. As she felt her orgasm begin to overtake her, she threw her head back further, throwing herself fully over into the pleasures looming before her.

But they never came.

Luna panted as she snapped out of her trance. She wondered why she hadn’t come yet. Looking down between her bared rear legs, she once again saw the smug grin of Octavia Melody, who was holding her dripping hoof just inches above her tortured nethers. Barely able to speak, Luna’s hips twitched, begging to have her needs sated, but unable to do anything other than flex helplessly under the absence of stimulation.

“Wh-why?”, Luna managed to blurt out, desperate to know why she was being led so close to her release, only to be stopped before reaching completion.

Octavia smirked and leaned back, looking over the limp pony before her before answering, “Because, I want to hear you beg for it.”

Hardly wasting an instant, Luna was quick to comply.

“Please! Please I need it!”, she emphasized her point with an additional thrust of her hips upwards. She squeaked out in relief as she felt the burning ache in her nethers quenched by the soothing touch of Octavia’s soft frog. Her moans got louder with each pant, still begging for the pony before her to allow her to orgasm.

“Please...oh please...don’t stop...yes!”, Luna felt her orgasm building again, tears beginning to run down her face as the feelings in her juicy pussy began to be too much for her body. As she felt the final wave of pleasure cresting in her belly, she felt the pressure against her still weeping passage cease, the oppressive pressure in her nethers weighing painfully against her mind. She looked down to Octavia and shouted.

“Please! Please let me cum! Octavia, I beg of thee! Grant my my release!”

With a still widening grin, Octavia complied. Luna felt the hoof return to her pussy, roughly meeting the stagnating plateau of pleasure and pushing it forwards. Luna felt her entire body strain against the pleasure, as she helplessly found herself finally pushed over the edge and into the ocean of pleasure that had been painstakingly built up in front of her. With a loud scream that betrayed her feminine needs, she came with a force she had never before experienced. White hot streaks of tingling pleasure streaked along her nerves, overloading her every sense and rendering her own motor control useless. She was a slave to her pleasure, as her pussy contracted heavily against the foreign hoof that had guided it there. Slick juices gushed out of her contracting slit, soaking Octavia’s hoof in lubrication. The princess’ vision began to grow foggy, as the last vestiges of her normally mighty strength left her limbs. She was lost to a world of pleasure, and at the mercy of the pony who had led her there.

Octavia kept her hoof held gently between Luna’s legs as the dark blue pony spasmed helplessly against her. She cupped the spasming organ, which kissed her soft frog with every wink, prolonging the rulers orgasm. Octavia watched with a softening smile as the pony she loved gradually lost the strength in her limbs, her consciousness beginning to fade under the heavy pleasure that settled over her mind. As Luna finally came down from her heavenly high, Octavia removed her hoof from Luna’s overstimulated sex. Moving around to the side of the now passed out alicorn, she carefully wrapped her strong hooves around the limp body of the larger pony, smiling as she felt dark blue fur press softly against her nose. The smell of Luna’s musk filled Octavia’s mind as she cuddled Luna, making sure she felt safe until she recovered from her orgasm.

As Luna trembled before her, Octavia couldn’t suppress the genuine smile from her lips, feeling like the most powerful mare in Equestria. Even though it may not be the absolute truth, to bring the monarch to her quivering knees brought a sense of pride and giddiness to her mind. Partly from her own vanity, but also from the growing truth that she knew the princess would visit upon her own body, and soon if the stirring blue princess was any indication.