Roses, sonnets, and cum. Love's cocktail?
The door – for which Feather Duster had become very familiar with; the size grand, the inlays (which seemed to burn in their shininess) silver, the wood a purple oak – had never appeared so frightening to her before this instant. She hesitated. At this point, she wanted nothing more than to just contemplate how she arrived here, organising the absurd series of events in her head. If she was in the mood for banter she would simply say she walked here from the servants quarters, but in explicit truth, she suspected that the Princess of The Night harboured some sort of crush for her. Now, even though she held this suspicion it never motivated her to go seek the answers herself, but she guessed it was the drive behind the Princess’s rather… flattering invitation. She could not even repeat the words in her mind; the many lines of the eighty two verse stanza sonnet near incomprehensible in imagery and innuendo, the Princess even voicing her lack of a couplet due to her lack of patience. Even in the hoof writing, it was clear that it was Feather’s imperative to come here, even without the blurb of a date and time hastily scribbled beneath the poem.
Feather could not have possibly possessed enough forethought to even predict this outcome from a result of her kindness. This obvious infatuation had been culminating over a series of weeks, ever since she served the Princess a slice of moon-pie meant for her sister. The maid took pity on the Princess of The Night, whom on that evening looked down, dejected by her empty plate - the Princess’ sullen look, whilst unbefitting of a monarch and more akin to a foal, was no less adorable to the maid.
The forthcoming days burdened her with many ‘anonymous’ love letters, her nose ever twitching from the sheer volume of pollen in her room, dozens of bushels of pretty and sweet smelling blue roses – obviously tampered with via magic – although they all served in a calling card for Her Majesty. Whilst the evidence was high in quantity for the sender being Princess Luna, and it continued to pile up as the days went by, Her Highness was obviously altering the servants’ shifts so that Feather served during the night instead. Additionally, Princess Luna was a terrible hider. Feather could always spot her peeking from around corners; whenever Feather glanced at the princess, she retreated, but never far enough to fully hide her horn. Feather felt she was taking the correct course of action in ignoring the princess’ advances, thinking herself a passing fancy. And yet, Luna never relented. More roses, their scent becoming so pungently sweet that she began to taste nectar in the air. The letters, received in greater quantity and length, straying from their original composure and graceful lexicon to cheek blushingly risqué and scandalous discourse.
Feather slowly exhaled a shuddering breath, and gulped down her apprehension. She placed her hoof firmly against the door, pushing its surprisingly light frame forward. Without warning, she suddenly found it being yanked open from within, slamming against the wall and prompting her to inhale sharply through her teeth in a moment of fear. With a tentative step forward, Feather Duster entered the quarters, which were enshrouded in complete darkness, exempting the slithers of moonlight through the drawn curtains. Some of the moonlight that trickled through the gaps in the window brought colour to her silhouette, her beige coat standing out in contrast to the pale moonlight.
“Thou art not pretty,” She heard spoken behind her, the words delivered so quickly after the door had slammed behind her she didn’t have time to be afraid, only slightly offended.
“I’m sorry you find my appearance unsatisfactory, your majesty.” Feather fell head first to the ground, prostrating herself for the unseen princess, her eyes clenched shut.
“Tis a word for strumpets and whores,” Luna elaborated, her hoof steps could be heard from the dense blackness. “Instead, thou art the embodiment of beauty true, tis as though plucked as a star from our night sky.”
“Y-your Majesty?” Feather stuttered, flustered, thoughts cluttered and stomach fluttered alive with butterflies. She opened her eyes as a hoof pressed beneath her chin, commanding her entire body to lift up with it, her princess bringing her cerulean eyes to Luna’s own. “Your Majesty?”
“Thy love renders thy tongue incapable of new utterances,” Luna spoke in a loving tone, and pressed her lips against Feather’s own; prompting a wide eyed and recoiling reaction from the maid, whom detached from the kiss within an instant. “Our dear Feather!”
“Your Majesty,” Feather began, taking a step back, shaking at the idea that her impulsiveness would prompt a punishment upon her from the princess. She was flattered by the princess’ farrago, blushing wildly as she bit her bottom lip.. “I-I was flattered by the poetry, but—”
“Tis not poetry,” Luna interrupted, tone in disbelief, speaking as though Feather’s words were absurd. “Tis the songs sung from our heart written down on paper.”
“And the flowers?”
“My faithfulness, each cut and plucked with our teeth from a private garden. Colour, scent, and beauty all hewn from our body, so that thy heart do not ache when most lonely in thy bed!”
“I am a maid!” Feather exclaimed, attempting to appeal to the princess’ standing, the two mares circling around on an undrawn line.
“We art a princess!” Luna exclaimed, giving a comforting smile to the other mare, whose look of nervousness she mistook for worry. “Who cares for position, loveth reaches all regardless of the hour, regardless of standing, regardless of rank!”
“I’m a mare!”
“Stallions delight not we, “ Luna stopped for a moment, proudly pressing a hoof against her chest, and presumably her heart. “And we guess from thy sinful smile, your thoughts are alike to ours.”
In truth, Feather’s smile was that of nervousness rather than wryness. The princess was oddly… charming? Luna’s features were soft, yet her eyes fluttered slightly closed, giving them that whole ‘bedroom eyes’ vibe. It was a strange contrast, to be across a mare who not only was so intent on bedding her, but delivered her words with such finesse and grace, that both her heart beated with a ferocious drum, and her cheeks flushed bright enough to be seen even in the dark.
“Princess Luna, I must implore yo— meep!” ‘To listen’ was Feather’s intended sentence. However, she was interrupted when her form got shrouded in a magic grip; the light blue aura emanating from Luna’s horn made its origin clear, even if Feather didn’t know the princess was the only alicorn in the room. The maid-turned-courtee was flung over the bed that lay in the centre back of the room; before she could land with a ‘thud’, she was caught and delicately placed onto the royal blue sheets. Mild whiplash in consideration, Feather tried to prop herself up, but found the entire weight of a princess atop her body. “Princess!”
“Feather!” Luna replied with a silly grin, nuzzling the maid in the nape of her neck.
“How can you even be sure you love me? You don’t even know me!” Feather had abandoned all pretences of royal etiquette when her monarch leapt atop her.
“Tis not a dream, our sweet,” Luna spoke with as much sugar as her sobriquet, pressing her cheek against Feather’s before pressing her nose against the maid, “Doubt thou the stars burn; doubt that the moon our home for millennia; doubt Discord to be harmony. But never doubt our love for thee.”
“I…” Feather was momentarily taken aback, and her cheeks took on an entirely different shade of red when Luna’s hoof brushed aside a strand of her chocolate covered mane from her eye. “I…”
“Thou need not voice your affections with limiting words, our dearest. No, thy heart write a symphony, thine blushing cheeks paint us a canvas; both masterpieces,” Feather found herself lose her composure under the Princess’ delightful serenade, giggling like a filly underneath the night mare’s large form, “and whence I journey down your body, I will find a most delectable nectar betwixt your legs, thy flower producing a most sweet sap to be taken within our lips.”
“What!?” Feather’s eyed widened in shock at the sheer bluntness of her Princess.
“Twas my sister who taught us of courtesy, so very long ago,” Luna began, ignoring Feather’s shock as she delivered kisses down the nape of her neck. A warmness formed between them as the fur on their chests rubbed together, the friction only growing as Luna shimmied ever downwards. “And we shall impart it upon thee, for delights between lovers in the sheets,” She delivered a kiss upon the maid’s chest, the steady rise and fall foretelling to Luna of her eagerness, rather than her apprehension, “should be shared equally, should they not?”
“Yeah, but,” Feather started, seething when Luna pressed her lips against her abdomen, causing her to reflexively suck in her gut at the ticklish tingles, “Really, we shouldn’t,” another smooch planted upon the stomach, “We can’t,” the sensations cranked up a notch as her princess’ lips brushed against her mons, her words dying in her throat. She released a shaky breath, looking down, and she saw Luna’s half-lidded eyes looking up at her.
“Worry not,” Luna assured, patting the maid’s inner thigh, “A millennia may hath past since our lips last madeth contact with another mare’s downward pair, but tis ‘like riding a bike’, or so goes the simile. Although our eyes have never looked upon a bike, we hold faith in our sister’s idioms.” Luna spoke with Feather like a good friend, or somepony who hated the atmosphere of the intimate position she had put them in. Feather looked down with a creased brow at the Princess, whose closed eyes and gentle smile both alarmed her and relaxed her, leaving her with a paradoxical feeling of reluctance and eagerness. “We gage to treat thy petals with a delicate dance of the tongue. As doest a gardener his garden, or a novelist his quill. Thou will think us a cunning linguist!” Luna ended with a wry smile, her voice going to a sultry low, and Feather watched as Luna’s eyes — and mouth — disappeared between her legs.
Feather grit her teeth and inhaled sharply, her hoof wrapping around the sheet, the princess’s lips had wasted no time pressing against her clit. Luna delivered several soft kisses down the length of her lover’s slit, not applying enough force to split the plump caramel coloured lips apart, but enough so that Feather’s legs shook slightly with every peck. Luna repeated the action, her kisses tenderly given; each prompting Feather to groan; each prompting Feather’s ‘flower’ to come close to leaking its precious ‘nectar’. Feather moaned aloud when she felt the princess’ tongue come into play. Luna was not incorrect: her tongue was indeed like a dancer, graceful with a lot of finesse and agility. Luna’s skill in cunninglingus was indeed not been lost to time…
Her tongue had parted the mare’s lips, plunging past her petals into her love canal. Her tongue waggled and traced in circles, Feather’s lips gripping around the prehensile muscle. Luna lapped at the inside of Feather’s cunt with her larger than average tongue, bringing nothing but delight to the littler mare, whose wails actually stretched a little around her majesty’s tongue. Feather writhed in place, biting her lower lip as she felt her walls stretch around Luna’s probing tongue. Luna lapped up the maid’s juices, her sticky and moist honeypot leaking profuse amount of addicting, bitter juice, her tongue retreating behind her lips, smacking them together with a quaint smile. Her final act, was arching her brow and squinting her eyes, before opening them wide in a moment of realisation, a satisfied smile appearing on her face. She launched forward, her lips suctioning around the other mare’s clit. Both of Feather’s hooves gripped into the formerly neat sheets, her legs shaking as she tried to resist the urge to wrap them around the monarch’s head. Luna’s tongue lashed and smacked against the nub, the button of ecstasy like a dummy for a moist sword, taking hit after hit of blissful attack, it’s owner raising her lips into the princess’ lips.
“Pri— Your Maj— Lu— Nah!” Feather screamed in delight, all worry gone as her legs coiled around Luna’s head, bringing Luna into a deeper kiss with Feather’s bud. Her eyes clenched shut, her hips raised aloft as she pushed against Luna’s lips, her flower leaking out a small stream of bitter lubricant, all the while Feather exhaled a euphoric moan. Luna gently pulled away, a pursed smile, her mouth soaking with lovers juice, and her hooves resting on Feather’s quivering thighs.
“How wast it?” Luna asked, her cheek pressed tenderly against Feather’s leg, her hoof stroking in a circular pattern on the outer side of her thigh.
“G-good,” Feather stuttered out, eyes toward the ceiling, breathless.
“Good? Tis good to be good, but tis still only good? No, no, no. We mustn’t give less than perfect, our leman. To the brink of ecstasy and beyond we wilt bringeth thee,” Luna lamented, every sentence ended with a kiss to Feather’s body. Feather began to feel little electric shocks with every kiss, and her mouth contorted into a smile. When the Princess finished, her jaw resting on Feather’s chest, Feather looked down at the princess, whose eyes looked up at her genuine adoration. However her lips curled into a mischievous half-smile. “However, as thy princess, it is we who must reveal that thy job is not over whilst in bed, for I have one knob thou must clean right here!”
The princess raised her flank into the air, and Feather craned her neck around the monarch’s resting head. The eyes in her head would have fallen free from her skull if shock would enable her, her jaw falling loose, her brows firing so far up they may have flown from her head. The princess, commonly referred to as a she, was apparently also a he. From her position she could see the rigid shaft, so full with blood and yet so monstrously large that Feather could not even begin to comprehend the amount of deception the princess employed in hiding such a beast. The shaft appeared heavy, stopping just short of the princess’ barrel, and yet clung to her stomach, the girth making Feather’s jaw ache. The shaft was as black as night, visible only in contrast to Luna’s blue fur. Her testicles appeared almost like large silhouettes, the huge orbs contained with a large black sack. Feather had no doubt that either would make great weapons for bludgeoning, and she gulped at the prospect of not only herself, but anypo- nay - anyone taking such a leviathan within them. Feather was honestly in awe.
“I’ve never even touched a penis before, never mind taking one in my mouth!”
“Betwixt thine lips… tis apt… but not the lips we hadst aloft in our mind.” Luna quipped, mouth curling into a roguish smile. Her head rose from the maid’s chest as she aligned her meaty spear, pressing her own chest against the maid as she clambered clumsily up her, bringing her lips so close to Feather’s ear that Luna’s contrastingly cold breath caused an outbreak of goose bumps on the maid’s skin.
“There’s no way that’ll fit!” Feather spoke with resounding certainty, but the slight nibble at the corner of her lip told Luna all she needed to believe Feather wasn’t as apprehensive as she would make her believe. A maid (not of the serving kind), would go to great lengths to project the virtue of chastity, even if she didn’t really desire to remain pure, but instead desired to succumb to passion and lust. Luna admired her love’s purity, pressing her lips against the maid’s neck, Luna moaning into the kiss, cherishing their contact. Of course, the notion that Feather was reluctant for any reason other than the prospect of being impaled by her majesty’s ‘staff’ was ludicrous, but it wasn’t untrue that Feather was... intact, down there.
“Plenty of time, my sweet, plenty of time…” A uncharacteristically husky and lustful growl came from the Princess’ throat, ending her sentences by licking up Feather’s neck to her jaw, before planting a kiss on the maid’s lips, who, by this point didn’t have a clue what to do. By this point her head went foggy in lust’s throes, but she retained enough of her mind to ask one more question.
“To do what?” Feather asked, pursing her lips to suppress the squeaks and lusty sobs she felt the need to release every time Luna kissed her neck.
“Maketh our own sword fit into thy sheath.” It was slathered in innuendo but the meaning was clear: She was going to make it fit. Feather swallowed.
“Please be gentle.” Feather asked meekly, clenching her eyes shut, bracing herself. Her eyes fluttered open when she felt the tip of a hoof trace up her cheek, a gentle touch, Feather felt a little flattered at being treated as something fragile and precious. Luna looked straight down into her eyes, and placed a peck on the forehead, the maid’s cheeks turning a shade of red.
“Shy love, pitiful love, sweet love. The happiness of seeing thee beneath our body, the mere thought would take our breath away. But no thought could match the ecstasy of now, and further bliss that will bestow delight us both this eve. I vow to not let even a fine string silk thin sting hurt thee. For any pain upon thee, is tenfold upon our heart, and tis a scar upon our soul.” Luna garrulous promise with such utmost sincerity and adoration in her voice that Feather didn’t even mind she couldn’t fully understand what the princess had said to her. But upon completion Feather felt the tip of Luna’s cock press lightly against her plump cunt, and bit her lower lip upon doing so. “Art thou ready?”
It was a loaded question. But with a unsure smile, her hooves wrapping around the princess’ head, and with a sultry expression, Feather spoke:
“Fuck me! Fuck me with your long, hard cock, Your Highness!” She snarled with a sensual tone, pushing her plump pussy lips against the Princess’ cock.
“Such an egregious and filthy tongue. Mayhaps we tryeth to clean it ourselves, seeing as thou hast stifl’d in thy duties...” Luna trailed off as she locked lips with the maid, her eyes closing as her Feather’s tongue made contact, the wet muscles writhing, fighting, and intertwining with one another in an oral duel, the maid tasting herself on the princess’ lips.
Feather felt Luna’s rod press against her slit. The marecock felt warm, the slab-like meat pushing gently against her entrance, trying to ease into her love hole. She moaned a pained and pleasured groan as her folds parted for the princess’ cock, Luna’s hips applying slight force, the flare of Luna’s cock enveloped by Feather’s tight, virgin lips. The two continued to explore each other’s mouths, Luna’s hooves cupping the mare’s face holding it in place. Occasionally, their lips would part and Luna, so lost in the throes of passion, would give either a kiss to her lover’s nose, or an erotically sloppy lick up the side of her love’s cheek, finding enjoyment in the taste. Feather moaned a sultry groan when Luna left her lips, emptying her lungs and inhaling another large breath, gritting her teeth in a silent brace for pain when the princess pushed herself another inch into her box.
Luna too felt something when she delved deeper into Feather’s vagina, a most wonderful moist tightness, her pink petals and walls constricting, barely enough to accommodate the princess’ immense cock. Feather already felt full, and could feel Luna’s heartbeat not only from her chest but also her cock, the dick twitching in time with Luna’s pulse, pushing the already binding walls to the edge of breaking. Yet despite the pain, Feather found pleasure in it, her pussy clenching around the meat, her eyes rolled back behind her eyelids in incomprehensible rhapsody, her tongue limp in her own mouth. Luna inched further in, Feather’s walls still pressing with a vice like grip around the appendage, applying more force with her hips.
“Art thou in rapture’s hold?” Luna asked behind a clenched jaw, groaning out her pleasure.
“Just keep kissing me!” Feather commanded, her hooves mimicking the princess’, cupping the moon princess’ face and looking her in the eyes.
“As thy command!” Luna concurred, a lust drunken mare surprisingly hard to refuse, mashing their lips together in another passionate kiss.
Feather felt Luna tense up in her arms, the princess holding back a moan as her medial ring entered within Feather’s folds. It took only a few more moments, but when it happened they yanked away and howled their euphoria. They both looked down, looking past the bulge in Feather’s stomach and to her cunt, the entirety of Luna’s cock within Feather’s fuck hole, hips pressing against each other’s. Feather squirmed around the length, staring with complete fascination as the bulge seemed to pulsate, the princess’ meat throbbing within her. Luna meanwhile felt a resistance within Feather, smiling upon the realisation what she met resistance with, giving a happy squeal.
“Perfect fit! Tis as if my swollen partisan shaped for thy pink trench!” She exclaimed, swaying her hips from side to side, Feather pulling a pleasured expression as she felt the dick move inside of her snatch.
With a newfound vigour, Luna mashed lips with Feather, a distinct passion and eroticism in her kiss that had been missing a certain attribute: Pure lust. Luna pulled away with her hips, her cock pulling out from Feather, flare scraping along Feather’s moist, cramped walls. They groaned in each other’s mouths, hooves feeling up each other’s body, wanting to feel each inch of the other under their hoof. Luna’s cock had all pulled out ‘cept the flare, every fat inch of her shaft coated in Feather’s pussy nectar, some droplets of the fluid dropping onto and staining the bed sheets.
With a near feral neigh, Luna thrust into Feather. A grossly sexual smack of the hips and Luna’s balls against Feather’s ass signalled their pleasures, both sounding like wolves at the sight of a full moon, howling their pleasures, of which they were already gluttonous and gratified. Feather tried clenching around the pole, enjoying feeling full and stretched, but it was fruitless, Luna’s stallionhood pulling out at an arduously slow pace.
She only pulled halfway out before smacking her hips against Feather’s. They moaned, but the sound quickly dulled down to the sound of their lips smacking against each other. Luna, now realising that going this slowly, whilst prolonging the pleasure of their intimacy, would simply not do, brought her meaty staff out halfway before thrusting into Feather again. Feather separated their lips to release a moan, but before she could rejoin their mouths, she moaned again, Luna thrusting firmly into Feather’s cunt like a piston. Feather found her thoughts dissolving, her hooves coiling around Luna’s body in a tight hug.
Luna had adopted a pace, pumping in and out of Feather’s cunt, which tried in vain to clench around her thick appendage. Luna’s heavy sack smacked into Feather’s flank every time their hips connected, Feather’s pussy squelched as her cock pistoned in and out, and the duo’s grunts and moans, all were instruments in Lust’s symphony… or so Luna would put it. To Feather this was perhaps the greatest day of her life, even counting the rest of it she hadn’t yet lived. Her clit winked, her legs quivered, and her tongue lolled from her mouth. Her lungs emptied so quickly from her vocalisations of pleasure that she felt near light-headed.
The princess felt her balls churn with her seed, her thrusts becoming faster, like swift punches of pleasure to Feather’s cervix. She wrapped her hooves around the smaller mare, nibbling her ear, spreading her own legs. She tried to angle her cock to get in deeper, every thrust harder, her flare impacting against Feather’s cervix.
Feather’s moans converted to wheezes, pleasure coming too fast to her that sometimes moans devolved into dog-like pants. Luna reared her head back, gritting her teeth, her thrusts becoming erratic and almost desperate, barely leaving Feather before she bucked back in. After every buck, she applied more force against the cervix, trying to get in deeper, her cock throbbing as she neared the edge of orgasm. Feather too was close, her pussy tightening around the huge length, her clit winking in sync with Luna’s thrusts.
It came as a moment of a surprise for both parties when Luna fell in an inch deeper, darting forward with one quick and powerful thrust at the just the right angle. Both of their reactions were delayed, like the mixing of two elements that had yet to bond, they both looked into one another’s eyes with red cheeks, blank expressions, and slightly ajar mouths…
“Oh, Luna.”
They both screamed out in a cry of sheer ecstasy. Luna’s flare pushed through Feather’s cervix and flooded her womb with her alicorn seed, emptying the pent up cum from her balls. It came out in long ropes that after one throb and spurt had already half-filled the mare’s womb, immediately following it a second shot filled it to overcapacity, leaking through Feather’s cervix into her cock filled vagina. It didn’t seem to end, Luna’s sack emptying all its contents into the all to accepting Feather, the volume of cock and cum stretching Feather out even further, forcing the princess to withdraw, all the while pumping her seed into the mare. When she fully withdrew her cock, it angled between their bodies, firing several smaller strings of seed, sticking to Feather’s stomach and abdomen, only stopped from landing on her chest or chin by the barrier formed by the two pressed bodies of the princess and maid.
When Luna’s balls had emptied, Feather felt the softening cock on her stomach, Luna’s legs giving out, Feather accepting the burden of the princess’ entire body on her’s. They both panted, fatigue hitting both of them like a freight train, leaving both of them limp and a entanglement of limbs, the room smelling of sweat and cum, a scent neither of them found unpleasant. Meanwhile, Feather’s cunt gaped, a trickle of seed leaving the flooded tunnel, matting in her fur. Although, at the moment, a shower or bath was the least on her mind.
When they both regained their breaths, now basking in the afterglow, they shifted positions - Luna had ended up on her back, Feather atop her, cheek pressed against the princess’ chest. Feather had wondered how the princess had such a steady heartbeat, when Feather. mere moments ago, would have willingly destroyed herself for pleasure. When she looked up at her princess, she was taken aback, as Luna had already been ready to meet her with a kiss.
“Hast thou made a decision, my love?” Luna murmured, planting pecks over Feather’s willing face.
“About what?” Feather replied, beguiled by Luna’s tender love bites.
“Dost thou love me in turn?”
“Your Majesty…” Feather spoke softly, eyes averted.
“Yes, our sweet?”
“No.” Feather spoke gently, bringing a hoof to Luna’s cheek.
“We art confused. You allowed thyself to be bedded, and met our lips with thy own.” Luna sounded confused, but not upset, likely an outward composure build over many centuries. However Luna felt her that her heart had been torn from her chest.
“Yes… but love, that makes it not.” Feather spoke awkwardly, exercising Luna’s speech on her tongue. “It’s like a flower. It needs… growth.”
“We… were expecting this. Hast been a millennia, the game of love has changed much since.” Luna spoke mournfully, eyes downcast. “But we understand. The love we thought thy held is non-existent.”
“But it can grow.” Feather spoke with a warm smile, bringing Luna’s eyes to look at hers, her hoof nestled softly on Luna’s cheek. “You have planted a seed in fertile soil, your majesty. Tonight was wonderful.”
“Twas?” Luna asked, brows creased, eyes unsure.
“Yes.” Feather exclaimed, certain, warm smile on her face.
“Thouest?” Luna sounded skeptical, a slight upturn in the corner of her lips.
“Yes!” Feather repeated, unsure of what she was agreeing to, however the smile on Luna’s lips told her she made the right call. Her hooves coming to Luna’s face and she caressed the princess’ face as she shuffled up to kiss the monarch on her lips. When they parted, Luna regained some of her mirth, a smile on her lips. “You can cultivate this flower daily, Your Majesty.”
“We shall make it decree.” Luna started playfully, giving Feather a loving squeeze. “We and thy shalt meeteth daily, and leaveth a kiss on thy princess’ lips, and fill our bellies with cider and fine meals under mine own light did cast from the moon. And if 't be true thou shouldst linger in our quarters after yond, we wander betwixt the sheets together, and share the sleep chamber till the morn cometh, ere falling to slumber. And if 't be true we findeth ourselves joining at the hip once more as we didst this night, then so shalt it be, as nay ranker foster of love than passion.”
Feather beamed, and received a toothless smile from Luna in return. The two nuzzled noses, and planted a kiss on each others lips. As Feather fell limp on Luna’s chest, falling to sleep, Luna’s horn lit with magic, wrapping the two of them in the sheets they had shared in each other’s body. Luna planted a final kiss atop the maid’s head, before herself falling to sleep under her own moon’s light, content.
Author's Note
We desire thee did enjoy this worketh! while not long, i very much desire i did nail the passion, love, and cheesiness if 't be true some romantic worketh of fiction, although a part me desires i did fail in making t cheesy.
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