Black Coffee

by bkill25

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Other, Princess Luna, Porn, Second Person, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 9351

A calm night watching the stars with Luna rapidly evolves into something exciting, unprecedented, and liberating. Basically, you fuck her. A lot.

For the last few weeks, you, Anthony, have been spending your nights with Luna, drinking coffee and watching the stars together.

This night, however, something different happens.

Something much hotter than coffee.

Published 2017-12-23 02:10:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-12-23 02:10:06 UTC

As Black as a Midnight on a Moonless Night

Black Coffee
ALT

You sit at a table, alone, inside a chamber that is dim, like you have done every night before, for the past two weeks and a half. You were a morning person, so staying up late tended to mess with your sleep schedule, but no matter how sleepy you were, or how much you would regret it the next day, you never missed an appointment with the Princess of the Night.

Speaking of night, your gaze is drawn to the only light entering the room: the faint sunlight shining through the glass balcony doors. You look outward, past the golden spires and alabaster walls of Canterlot Castle, to the mountains that stand in the horizon. The distant sun slowly sinks behind them, followed moments later by the rising moon.

It's a sight you've seen countless times, and yet, your emerald eyes never tire of the spectacle. In fact, your drowsiness is even assuaged by the view of the woman standing on the balcony. She stands tall, taller than yourself, with her back towards you as she faces the sky. Her head is low, an aurora of dark blue forming around her horn, as the moon rises past the silhouette of her figure.

You gasp, wondering how, from all the creatures in this strange land, that you got to view such sacred art first hand. Before you know it, the moon comes to a natural stop in the indigo sky, and the magic ceases from the blue horn.

You rise. It's time to do your job.

You cross the chamber, arriving at the balcony doors. You take a moment to straighten your back, crack your neck, and place your hand on the golden handle to the door. With a sharp inhale, you pull back the door.

"Another job well done," you say in a bow, despite her facing away. You promptly rise. "When you're ready to come inside, I'll have the table prepared."

Her head begins to turn, and for a moment, you swore your heart had jolted. She gazes at you from over her shoulder; her lips parted as she pants softly, though she seems to catch her breath once you two make eye-contact.

Luna then smiles.

"I have finished with my duties for the night," Luna says, turning around to you. "So please have the table set immediately." She begins to walk, causing you to step aside and hold open the door; your grace passing you by. Unexpectedly, she sorely massages a hand into her shoulder. "Make sure you brewed plenty of coffee—I need quite the pick me up."

It’s unprofessional, but you chuckle under your breath.

"Understood." You close the door once she’s inside, making way afterward to the servant's table. Trays of sweets and other such things are atop it, making you grin—you had a bit of a sweet tooth yourself. You pick up a tray with your left hand, lopping two cups through the fingers of your right, before picking up the pot of coffee.

You turn around and are awash in blue light. Luna, already sitting down at the table with her legs crossed, snaps her fingers up in the air. In response, the candles perched around the room come alive in small blue flames, casting the room in a low, indigo glow.

It always amazes you how easily these creatures use their magic. It doesn’t exist back on earth, so to see it now and before your eyes, as well as used so much, that it's not hard to think you've just in some strange dream.

A drawn-out sigh snaps you from your thoughts. You clear your throat, shake of your head, and present yourself before the table with the grace an assistant should have.

"Here we have the treats of the night," you say, gently placing the tray in the middle of the table. "Soft cookies, sweet candies, and a few croissant."

Your left-hand takes the pot of coffee, freeing your right hand to place the white cups on the table. You lean over to fill Luna's cup first, but as you do, you notice the proximity you have to Luna's face. She looks up at you, her turquoise eyes casting a small glow of their own, and your heart begins to race.

Luna looks at you with such curiosity that you're having trouble meeting her gaze. Her fluffy ears puff up at the sound of coffee filling her cup, her gaze shifting to your tilting of the pot, and you wonder if you somehow have messed up your posture.

"Do you still possess unfamiliarity when you're around me, human?" Luna asks, making your hand to jolt. You berate yourself for slipping up. "We've been doing this for some time now, and yet, your hand twitches whenever gets too close to me."

You gulp, lost for a response, but you quickly take joy in seeing her cup is now filled. You stand tall once and gaze down. You swallow again; she looks saddened by your lack of an answer.

You attempt to save yourself while you still can.

"I'm sorry, Princess, but I'm afraid my hand can't keep itself still within a proximity of such beauty," you say with a smile, raising the hand that had given you away, shaking it as your lower it towards her. "Whereas my mouth can lie, my hand cannot. If there comes a time you think I haven't spoken the truth, merely gaze at my hand, and it will give myself away."

Silence. Her eyes blink, looking at your hand which is only a few inches away from her face, and you can't help but cringe, thinking you've somehow insulted her and made yourself into a fool. You begin to pull back your hand, preparing your deepest apologies, when something unexpected happens to you.

Luna clasps your hand with hers, the fur of her fingers caressing your skin, giving you a light squeeze. She looks up at you. "Has what you've told me been a lie?"

You shrug your shoulders. "Why don't you give it a try?"

To your surprise, she does. Luna pulls your hand towards her, causing you lean closer to accommodate her request her, the proximity not kind on your fragile heart. The first thing that captures you, the thing that made you bend a knee to this particular royalty, is, of course, her hair.

The wisps of midnight blue float around her head, pinpricks of white and small constellations making themselves apparent in her hair; you don’t doubt you could get lost gazing into her hair like you do the midnight stars. Both are equally as gorgeous, one requiring not a price to be viewed, but something always kept you coming back to Luna.

Your gaze falls on her face. Her blue horn prods out from her mane, only the tip of it viable to your gaze, which just makes it all the more alluring to you. Half of her face is hidden behind her mane, but that only amplifies the beauty of that which is exposed. A layer fur covers her face, as it does the rest of your body, but it's here that you wish more than anywhere else to nuzzle your cheek against. You never dare make such a move on her, always berating yourself afterward for having such thoughts about your Princess.

Speaking of which, her eyes are set upon your hand. True to your word, it shakes in her grasp, more so when her slender fingers give it another squeeze. It was customary for the Princess to consider your existence like that of an odd experiment, which was why you were among few to receive her curious gaze.

Anyone else would have been annoyed to be viewed like this, but not you, for you knew the reasons why she was the way she is, and that thought alone helped to bring comfort into your heart.

"You're beautiful, Princess," you say, and she looks up at you, a twinkle in her eyes as she gazes into yours. "You don't need the opinion of an assistant for it to be so. Just look in the mirror to see the truth, or hear it your subject who are all willing to agree."

"I only see myself when I look in the mirror," Luna says. "And as much as I love my subjects, none of them have seen me as you have. I want to know, through all you had to endure because of my hands, what yours feels towards me."

She then places your hand and places on her chest, and your eyes go wide with surprise. You lose your breath and your legs buckle, unable to contain the sensation you felt. Luna had a thick sweater on, but it did a fantastic job of outlining her bust, which your hand is currently on top.

"Interesting," Luna says in a low voice, a hint of affection in her tone. "Your body trembles when it comes into direct contact with my own." She looks back up at you. "Tell me, does my beauty cause you to shake, even after the nightmares I've shown you?"

Her other hand rests atop yours, and you feel your hand sink into her sweater. Then you feel it, the top of her boobs under her sweater, squishing slightly underneath your weight. You've touched nothing better in your life, and you feel shame in indulging in the sensation.

"Of course it does, Princess," you say, wrestling your hand from her grasp, much to your mutual dismay. You rub your hand in the air, trying to stop it from shaking, as you look back down at her. "I will always think of you as beautiful, no matter what side of you I'm seeing, Luna."

Her face is still for but a moment, gazing at you. She then giggles and smiles softly at you. "Thank you for your loyalty," she says in a low voice.

"I wouldn't swear it to anyone else."

The two of you spend the next little while talking over coffee, neither one hesitating to a second cup, as you two had nothing better to do than just bask in one other's company. Luna regales the highlights of her day, and you can't help but listen, enjoying the gentle tone of her voice, and becoming dismayed when it stops.

Silence hangs over the room as she looks at you, Luna's face is pensive, and before you could ask her what was wrong, she asks you a question first.

"Do you ever miss home?"

The question takes you by surprise, which you cleverly hide behind the rim of your cup. You tried thinking of home, of the lab and the mistake, of learning of the infinite worlds just to land in this one by chance. You think of your feelings as you sip your coffee, only come up empty.

"I'm not sure," you say after pulling the cup from your lips, your eyes set upon the reflection inside the cup. "I think...that some nights, I do miss home." You look up at the Princess. "But...I don't think it's for the reasons you're expecting."

"And just what would those reasons be?"

"I don't miss my home," you say, shaking your head. "Or, at least, the apartment I used to call home—that's the place I was always the loneliest."

"You...you've felt lonely before?"

"Who hasn't?" you respond with a pitiful chuckle. Your gaze settles back down on the coffee. "I...I didn't have a family back there, or anyone who I could truly call a friend. That was a fact that didn't bother me too much, too busy with my shitty job, but at night..."

You sigh, retaking your cup and drinking the hot liquid; its warmth spread throughout your body, making you feel a bit more at ease. But try as you might, there’s shiver in your body you couldn't entirely knockoff.

"I'd lie in bed, the only light that of the distant room, pondering how I'd messed my life up." You're finding it harder to make eye-contact with the Princes, but you reason you'd have difficulty making eye-contact with anyone. "The thoughts would get deeper, and then darker, and when it's that late at night, sometimes you're willing to try more drastic things."

You gulp down the rest of the coffee. Its warmth does nothing for your shiver.

"That's the reason why I became a morning person," you finally say, and for some reason, with shame. "The pain is still there, but it doesn't hurt as much. It puts stuff into perceptive, and make some route harder to take."

You let the words float in the air. You'd been probed about what your world was like when you first arrived here, but those questions began to fade with your time here, and no one had asked you how you felt about the whole ordeal. Not that you blamed them, but it would have been nice to get your feelings out there.

"I'm sorry," you say, looking up at the Princess. "You asked me a simple question, and I gave you a long-winded response."

"No," Luna replies, her voice stern, which catches you off-guard. "It should be I who is apologizing. I have known that you enjoyed the sun more than you do the moon, yet still drag you out to these meetings, never asking you for your displeasure. If staying up late to accommodate me is pains you still, then I shall cease these encounters at once."

"If you were to do that," you say, clutching a hand to your chest, "then you shall pain me more than all those lonely nights combined. You asked me if I missed home, and my answer was only on some nights." You place your hand back on the table. "Do you care to know why?"

She nods her head, and in that small movement, you catch it: you catch her sadness. Luna was a Princess, one who had to mask their feelings whenever they arose, but you had been around her long enough to see through her cracks—of the slight jerkiness to her movement. And when she looked to you again, you could understand all that she felt through just her eyes alone.

"It's because the nights I spend with you are the nights' loneliness is the furthest thing from my mind," you say, surprisingly without shame. "On the other nights, I think back to home, only because I wasn't as much as an outsider there. Where people had skin instead of fur, had internet instead of magic, and I didn't have to feel like an outcast for just walking the street."

You can see Luna part her lips, but you stop her from speaking the thought.

"But those feelings are nothing in the face of the gratitude I have for you all, of the gratitude I have towards you." Your eyes flicker left and right, trying to pull your gaze away from hers, but you brave the shivers and tell this woman how you feel. "I don't think I would have made much of myself back at home. I had potential, just never sought out opportunity."

You place your elbows on the table and lean forward. "But you gave me that opportunity. You showed me all the right books to read, the right clothes to wear, those who I should network with." You smile, and even though she still has a curious look, you hope your words are having some effect on her.

"You gave my potential a path to walk down, a direction to go in, and that is the greatest gift anyone has given me. You could have chosen anyone, tons better than me, and yet, you chose me, and I can only hope being your assistant pays back a fraction of my debt."

Luna stares at you blankly, as if expecting you to say more, but that was all your feelings laid bare. So you sit, in silence, the blue glow of the candles surrounding you both, as well as that of moonlight. You look at the moon—it doesn't hurt you now.

Then Luna begins to cry.

It grabs you by surprise.

"Oh my...are you okay?" you say, rising from your chair. "Did I say anything to offend you?"

"No," Luna replies in a sniffle, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "You said everything perfectly, and I couldn't be more grateful to have heard them." She rises from her chair, still rubbing her eyes, as her lips begin to smile. "I know now I am no longer alone."

You clear your throat, finding it difficult to breathe. "W-What do you mean by that?"

"You asked me why I chose you." Luna stands fully now, moonlight spilling around her figure. "You said it yourself; there are those better than you, those with your same potential just without an avenue. In these sprawling lands, I could have chosen anymore, and they all would have bent the knee."

Luna stands before you now, a few inches taller than you. She gazes down at you. "Yet I chose you. Care to know why?"

You gulp, and you nod.

"Because you understand my loneliness," Luna says, wrapping her slender arms around your neck, pulling you against her chest. Your body freezes at the touch. "Those long nights in your apartment are like those I had chained up on the moon. Even when I returned to these lands, everyone whom I knew is dead, and I am an outsider walking among strangers."

Luna hugs you tighter. You feel something wet fall upon your shoulder.

"Few know this pain," she whispers into your ear, "and that's why I chose you. Why I speak to you of my nightmares, and not once, have you failed to show up to listen. You are a good man, and I'm glad to have chosen you, for there are no other like you."

You keep still. Luna's words ring inside her head, making you feel things you've never quite felt before, and they cause you let your head rest against her chest. You shift all your weight onto her in the act of trust, your arms warping around her back, as you finally hug this gorgeous woman back.

"Thank you, Luna," you say, voice muffled by her sweater. "You...you don't know how badly I needed to hear you say that, that I'm not the only one feeling alone in this happy world." You pull back slightly, looking up into her eyes. "That you need me the same way I need you."

Luna smiles, running her fingers through your hair. You delight in the sensation, indulging in the feeling of her embrace, not wanting this night to end. You know it must, sooner or later, and this will all be a memory.

"Hey...Anthony?"

"Yes?"

"I...I don't want to be alone in this happy world anymore."

Before you could ask Luna what she meant by that, she bends down so that her face is before yours. You feel the warmth of her breath wash across your face, and before you could even recoil, her lips capture your own.

Your eyes go wide in surprise, never daring to suspect such a thing could happen to someone like yourself. You gaze forth, seeing Luna's eyes closed as she puts everything she can into the kiss.

Luna's exposing herself to you, and you do the same to her.

You close your eyes and kiss back, putting all the sadness of your home, the solitude of this land, and then, the joy at seeing this woman, and the happiness of what you've now become. You leave your soul bare for her, leaving nothing hidden.

Finally, and quite sadly, you two break away. You both pant slightly, both looking unsure, yet gazing into one another's eyes for support. You're the first to speak. "Luna...why?"

"Because it is you that I like," Luna says, giggling. "Your presence makes me feel understood and never alone, and if I can, I'd like to have you around more, and do more with you."

"And I would love you with all my heart, Princess." You pull away from her embrace, putting distance between you two."But I am merely a man from another world. There is nothing I could offer to be worthy of your royalty, much less your love."

"Yet you already have it," Luna says, stepping towards you. "If you reject me because you did not want to be with me, then I would not blame you. But if you reject me because of what others might think, of not being good enough, then you will cause me great pain."

You shake your head, trying to believe this is happening.

"Do...do you mean that?" you say, stepping towards her. "That you would accept my love as I would yours. That you want to be with me more than anyone else in all the lands."

"This is correct," Luna says. "So will you—"

Before she could finish, you raise on your tiptoes and claim her lips for your own. Her lips are plush yet firm, massaging gently against your own, the wet smacking sounds emitting into the night. The kiss is like none you've ever had before, and the fur on her lips only adds to the sensation.

"I love you, my Princess," you say after the kiss, bowing your head out of respect. "I will love with all my heart, which is yours and yours alone, until my dying days, no, until my dying breath." You raise your head. "I love you for your beauty, and I love you for what's beyond it."

Luna lifts a hand, wiping her tears once again. She then bows her head.

"I love you as well, my dear assistant," she says, her voice breaking apart. "My heart is yours and yours alone. I will love you even beyond your days, for our memories will never fade. Anthony...Ant, will you please be mine?"

You smile. "Of course I will."

Luna then begins to lift her sweater, revealing some serious under-boob.

"L-Luna!" you squeak, lifting your hands to block out your eyes. "What...what do you think you're doing!?"

"Unclothing, of course," she says. You peak past your fingers, seeing the sweater just covering her teats. "I want to be yours, and you want to be mine: that's something that requires our clothes to be off to do."

"Y-You mean lovemaking?!"

"Most just refer to it as sex," she says, resting hands on her rack. "It's how we consummate our new relationship, how we show one another our profound trust, how we become intimate...how we become one."

"And you cool with having it now?" you say, your voice growing excitement, as much as you wish it weren't.

"Doing so now would make this night perfect in our memories," Luna says, bringing her hands back to the sweater. "And after the week I've had, a little stress-relief seems nice right now. So how about it, are you ready to take the next step?"

You think about it. Then you nod your head.

"That I am."

"Good!" Luna exclaims, and just like that, lifts the sweater off her body. Her boobs jump slightly as the fabric is pulled off, jiggling as they soon settle back in place. You can't help but stare.

Luna's bust, in your eyes, is a perfect size. Enough that you can take it into your hands, but not so much as you're struggling to cop it all. Blue fur covers the orbs, making them all the more appealing.

"Is there...is there..." Luna struggles to speak, and you look up to her eyes. "Is there something...wrong about my breast? I know they're not as great as—"

"They're perfect!" you say, not even daring to let her finish. "To be honest with you, they've been driving me crazy ever since you first let me touch them, and the way how your sweater outlines them has been sending me over the edge." You flash a big smile. "You seriously have no idea how awesome this is."

Luna smiles back. "Then you wouldn't be opposed to touching them?"

You could feel yourself drooling. "Not at all."

You step forward, your hands up and already squeezing the air, but Luna raises a finger, stopping you in your path.

"If you're going to be touching these," Luna says, gesturing to her rack. "Then it's only fair that I should get the same treatment, no?"

You agree, though you wonder if what you have to offer can even compare. Looking down, you undo the buttons to your vest, tossing it aside once it was off, and doing the same for your white dress-shirt. Luna watches every moment of your fingers, biting her lower lip in suspense.

"Well," you say, pulling off your shirt and tossing it aside, "this is it." You open your arms, putting your body and chest on display, looking back up at Luna to gauge her response.

Instead of biting her lip, she's licking it.

"So you didn't go light on your training after all," Luna says, stepping towards you, her puppies bouncing with the step. "Well, we've both exposed ourselves to each other. I suppose this is where we take the next step?"

You nod, standing before her now. Her tits are in your face, erect and slightly blue, causing you to wonder if the room is cold or if Luna considers you hot. Speaking of which, she has risen her hand and is gliding it towards you, trembling the closer it gets.

You smile and do the same.

A part of you still can't believe this is happening. This Princess, of such silent beauty, feels the same way about you, as her shaky hand brushes against the hairs on your chest. You don't fare much better, finding a wall between your hand and her rack, finding it almost impossible to claim what has been offered to you.

Before you debate calling this whole thing off, Luna takes your hand with her other, and presses it against her breast. Her digits squeeze around yours, causing your fingers to sink into her flesh, making her moan ever so slightly. She leaves your hand afterward, trusting you to keep it there.

You're more than willing to keep her trust.

You being to knead her boob to your heart's content, most of it fitting into the palm of your hand, some of the flesh filling out between your fingers. Every time you squeeze, her fur strokes against every inch of your skin, her breast prodding against your hand, as more of the fat fills out between your finger—all with a louder moan from the woman you love. You start to get a rhythm going, closing your eyes to bare more of the sensation.

You almost gasp when you feel her hand fall on your chest. You don't dare open your eyes, letting her hand glide over your body without the fear of criticism. Her hand is cool, causing you to jerk, but the fur of her fingers feels amazing against your chest.

Luna then moves her hand to your left pec, gently squeezing it to feel the muscles underneath it, rubbing her hand along it to feel more of it. Soon her fingertips come to your nipple, giving it a slight flick, much to your strange delight.

"Your outfit doesn't do your physique justice," Luna says, placing her other hand on your other pec. She coos at the touch. "The tailor and I will be discussing your wardrobe changes."

"Mmmm," you moan, giving one last squeeze to her breast, before opening your eyes. You pull your hand away. "You don't have to do that, my Princess."

"You don't seem to understand, my little boy-toy," Luna says, and with her hand already on your chest, begins to push you back. You awkwardly walk backward. "Procuring you better clothes is something for my pleasure, and, if you wear them right, it'll be something for your pleasure as well." She pushes against your chest, causing you to stumble back, tripping and falling, your butt on the mattress of her bed.

"I am glad you have chosen to go down this route with us, human," Luna says, her tone and her words becoming more seductive. Before you could stand back up, there is a swift movement, and Luna is now sitting upon your lap. "It's only fair that I should reward you for your services rendered so far."

Her arms come over your neck, holding it tight as she pulls your head forward, your nose brushing against the fur of hers. "Wouldn't you agree, Ant?"

At a total loss for words, you nod your head.

Luna giggles. She kisses the tip of your nose, bringing her body against your own. Her nipples prick at you, her boobs squishing against your chest, as she begins to rub herself up and down you, starting to pant as she does so. Her fur tickles your skin, and you can feel yourself getting heated down below.

You raise your arms, inching them toward her hips, but before you could claim her beautiful body, Luna pulls back her arms and stands up. She giggles at your attempt, leaning forward and flicking your nose. "No touching, at least, until the show is over."

Luna pushes you onto your back, and you relax onto the cushion as she returns to her full height. She raises her hands into the air, her slender arms rising as well, as the former intertwine high up in the air. She then grins down at you, giving a shake to her hips.

Your eyes go wide. Luna couldn't be...

She is. Her hip rotates in a circle, and soon, the rest of her body begins to do the same.

Your head can't believe this is happening, but your other head does.

Luna lowers her hands to the fur of the belly, caressing it delicately as she swings in place, her eyes looking down at her body. Soon, her finger begins to glide upward, through the valley of her cleavage, before her hands go to each of her nipples. She flicks them, moaning as she does so, before looking back to you.

You gulp. If Luna had thought you were going to look away, she would be dead wrong.

Luna begins to pinch at her teats, pulling on them and playing with them, drawing circles around them as the fur on her boob begins to stand—all these things you wish you could be doing to her. But, for whatever reason, the fact that you're forced to watch and cannot touch begins to drive you wild with pleasure.

Luna sees this as her grin begins to grow. Her hands open up, taking the full of her boobs into her palms, then, she starts to squeeze over and over. Her moans grow louder at her ministrations, which are becoming quicker.

Then, ever so suddenly, her hands let go of her flesh, allowing them to jiggle back into place—each tantalizing bounce torture to your now hardening cock. You look down to see its outline in your dress pants, gulping, hoping the Princess doesn't notice.

You look up to see Luna already licking her lips. She knows.

"Is that your sword, my dearest night?" Luna says, rising her wrists so that they faced forward. "The one that helps you plunder any cave, that'll fight to protect my love?"

Your mouth is open, but you don't speak.

"Couldn't you just imagine your sword between my tits?" Luna says, before pressing the side of her wrists against either side of her tits, sandwiching them together. She moans. "I certainly could, my dearest knight."

Luna presses against her boobs again, they squishing outward from the pressure, before jingling back into place as the force ceases. She does it again and again. Her tits are becoming harder and longer; your rod doing the same.

You can't help yourself. You bring your hand to your belt, undoing the fast, and pull it from your waits. You go to undo the button on your dress pants.

"Uh-huh-uh!" Luna titters, making you look up. She wags her index finger at you in a disapproving manner. "When I requested there be touching, I wasn't referring to only myself." She leans forward, peering over your growing arousal. "So here's another part of you that trembles at my beauty." Her eyes flick up to yours. "Shall we make it bigger?"

Luna returns to her height, bringing her hands to her rack once again, but pausing just an inch away. She flashes you a grin, swaying her hips as she slowly turns around, presenting her slim back and fat ass to your face.

Your mouth begins to water. Tonight is going to be a long one—not that you mind.

Luna has on yoga pants, which conform to her thighs and outline her ass, making the latter somehow even more appealing—if that is even possible. Then her hips began to move, shaking left and then right, and her asscheeks began to dance along. Every moment, every sway, causes them to jump up behind the fabric, swaying to the motion of her moving hips.

It's a dance you can't look away from. You cock pushes against your dress-pants, pitching a decent tent. Luna glances over her shoulder, a smile stretching across her lips as she sees your joy.

"Well well well! My knight, your sword has finally unsheathed itself." Luna slaps her ass, causing them to jump and for her to yelp. Her cheeks color pink, and then she pinches her cheeks. "...and it looks like it wants a reward. Shall I satisfy its request?"

You shakily nod your head.

"Why aren't we a good boy?" And just like that, Luna brings her hands to the side of her pants, and ever so tortuously slowly, begins to pull them down. She still sways her hips left and right as she does so, but you're finally to see a first-class show.

"I hope you're ready to see the dark-side of the moon," Luna says, pushing her rear into your face as she slides off her pants.

You gaze at her ass in complete surprise. For a moment, you were worried that her yoga pants made her ass bigger than what it was to be, but you were pleasantly proven wrong. Each of her cheeks is the perfect amount of fat, each adorned with a cutie mark of the moon, layered by midnight blue fur.

You find it very difficult to not dig your fingers into her cheeks and knead them for all they were worth. To slap and to pinch, even motorboat you face between her crack. But the no touching rule is in effect, and you would never dare defy your Princess.

"What do you think?" Luna says, and for the first time in a while, there's an edge of uncertainty in her voice. You set out to quell it immediately.

"You're perfect, Princess." You shake your head and try again. "I mean, you're perfect, Luna."

She smiles, before adopting her mask once again. "My my, quite a save as that deserves you a reward indeed." She turns around, kicking her pants across the floor, and facing you once again. All that's left on her is the light-green stripe stockings on either leg, and the skimpy, pink, panties straining to keep her cheeks together.

Luna then leans forward over the bed, stealing a kiss from your lips, unexpectedly but enjoyed, her tits against yours once again. You delight in both the sensations, but before you know it, she has pulled back an inch, her body hovering over yours. "I hope you're ready for this, my knight, because I'm allowed to touch you as much as I please."

Luna kisses your neck, nipping at your skin, pulling on it with her teeth. She continues this down your throat, taking particular delight when her lips meet your pecs, which you can't help but flex to impress her. She giggles, spending a little extra time there, before moving down to your abs, giving each one of them a distinctive lick, before arriving at the waistband of your pants.

"Oh no! It looks as though something denies my entry!" Luna looks up to you from between your legs, her light-green eyes glowing in the dark, and you feel your cock rub against her stomach. "Whatever must I do to get through?"

You want to tell her just to open your pants and fuck you already, but you hold such vulgarly from your Princess. She brings her finger to her chin as she raises her head in though, slowly sliding her bottom up your legs.

"This pondering may take some time indeed." Luna puts her knees on the mattress on either side of you, hovering her ass just above your crotch. Before you could think of what is about to happens, it happens, you croak out in joy. "Mind as well sit as I think."

The impact of Luna's ample ass on your cock almost has you cumming then and there. The damned fabric of your pants stops the fur of her cheeks from caressing the skin of your cock, but the pressure of both her cheeks more than makes up for it. Her ass had fallen in such a way that pushed your cock against your belly, her cheeks beginning to slide along the underside of your dick.

"Why, it seems like something is feisty underneath my bottom!" Luna calls out, wiggling her hips as if to snuff out the creature, but her movements do anything but. The fat of her ass rolls around on your crotch, the sensation divine as her weight feels even better on your cock.

Then, Luna begins to rock her hips back in forth, settling into a rhythm, and it feels like she's jerking you off with her glutes alone. You cry out, gripping your sheets as this woman leaves you no rest. You can't take it anymore, and about to beg her just to let you finish.

"But of course!" Luna says, erecting her index finger. She raises her ass from your cock, much to your dismay. "I can just use my hands to undo your pants!" You want to cry as she does exactly that, and in a few seconds, you feel fabric sliding off your legs, and your erection standing at full mast.

"So this is what humans look like down below," Luna says as her eyes hover over your cock, and you're not sure how you feel being so carefully examined. You let her do as she wishes, of course, even if that includes blowing hot air on your cock.

It flares in response.

"How...interesting," Luna says, then, she turns on the bed, so her back and ass is presented to you again. "But I must perform further examinations to learn more about it." She then brings her ass down on your cock, hard, as it fits into the crevice between her cheeks. "I'm sure you don't mind."

Fucking hell you don't.

Luna beings by rolling her hips forward and back, letting her butt cheeks rub along the full length of your shaft. The feeling is infinitely better than back in your pants. The flesh of her cheeks meshes around your cock, the layer of fur just accentuating the feeling, which is only double as her body begins to move.

You moan. Luna giggles.

"Shall I up the speed for you?" Luna says, lifting her whole body this time around, before letting it fall on your cock. The sudden impact has you gasping out, your cock sliding through her crack as if you're fucking her, cheeks caressing either side of you every time. "Shall I go even faster for you, my love?"

Luna focuses all her movement on her hips, rocking it back and forth as quickly as she was able, rubbing against your cock and almost giving you rug-burn—but that only added to the sensation. Finally, you can't help yourself and begin to rock your hips as well.

"Oh, my!" Luna says, feeling your hips move parallel to hers, making your impacts all the more harder. "You're lucky I don't consider this a brand of cheating."

"All...all is fair in love and war," you mutter out, before pulling your cock out from her crack, and beginning to fuck her bubbly-cheeks instead. Your dick prods at her flesh, sinking a few inches into her orb as the fur accommodates you. Then fat pushes you back out, it feeling great on your tip, as you just do it again and again, your cocking fucking all that her ass had to please.

"It seems as though our bottom is not a good enough sheath for your sword!" Luna cries out, the foreplay driving you mad as she turns around. "It's just too big and long that our tiny ass does not even compare!" She grins, leaning her chest against yours once more. "Fortunately, I possess more than just place for you to stick your sword in."

Luna slides her boobs down your body, making you quiver with every inch they cover—until they trap your cock in-between them. You cock flares at having the flesh press into it, the fur once again divine.

Luna then raises her wrists again and presses her boobs together, sandwiching your cock with the pressure, repeating it again and again. The fat of her breast meshes along your rod, filling out around it, touching every inch of it.

Once again, the sensations drive you mad, and your rock your hips once again.

"Trying to cheat once again?" Luna says, never ceasing to squeeze her chest against your dick. Your rod slides up and down her chest, fucking her tit-flesh making you close to finishing. Every time your cock prods at her boob, it sinks a few good inches in, but you hump even harder for it to go further. "Guess now's the time for your punishment!"

You worry she's going to lift your rack off you, leaving you blue-balled and needing desperate attention, not even allowed to finish yourself off. You wonder if the Princess you have chosen is the cruelest of them all, but nothing can be further from the truth based on what happens next.

You give a mighty thrust, your cock splitting the valley of her breast—and straight into her waiting maw. Before you could even comprehend what has just happened, Luna's closed her lips half-way on your dick; the rest resting on her tongue.

"L-Luna!" you cry out, unable to hump anymore. "Wha...what are you doing!"

She winks. Then, her head begins to bob down your cock, taking more of it into the warmth of her mouth, her saliva making your cock slick. Her head pulls back, the cool air feeling nice on your dick, as she leaves only its tip inside.

Luna then scarfs down your cock again, it being more comfortable now that it's slick, her tongue licking along its length. The sensation makes you knead the bed-sheets in fear of doing anything else, but you feel something warm take your hands.

You look down, and Luna looks up. Even though she has your cock in your mouth, she smiles, and, with her hands on your, brings them to her rear, and lets them sit on her ass cheeks. The fat gushes between your fingers as you get the fur a squeeze, hearing her moan as she bobs her head faster.

If you were going to knead something, it might as well been her ass—give her something to get off on as well. So you squeeze her rear in response to all the stimulus in your cock, it driving her wild with every knead, only increasing her speeds. She even begins pressing her boobs on your cock even more, all too much for your cock to bear.

You begin to rock your hips again.

Luna smiles, before closing her eyes. You feel all of your cover travel past her plush lips, being swirled around by her wet tongue, before reaching back into her throat and being clench onto by her tight walls. You keep fucking over and over until you can take it no longer, and blow your load.

You pull your cock from her mouth, out from her chest and let it rest between your legs. You pant, just as much as she is, and you come to realize you didn't even get a chance to let her spit. You look down to her. "Luna! I'm so sorry! Your body just felt so good that I began to move my hips, I didn't mean to—" You words of panic are cut short from her lips, kissing against your own, her tongue prodding at your teeth.

You wouldn't dare deny her access, especially after what she has done for you. Her tongue enters your mouth as yours does hers, and you can still taste yourself. Normally, the idea would revolt you, but here, it's like she's demanding you clean up after yourself.

You oblige as you swap salty liquids. Despite the taste of yourself, Luna's mouth is sweet, warm, and it makes your heart all the more complete as you're allowed to claim it for yourself. Once you have cleaned up your mess, you feel her tongue begin to assault yours, and you're more than glad to fight back.

You feel her body fall, draping over your own, as you put your arms around her back and hold you close. She moans in agreement, your tongues wrestling for a few seconds longer before you two break away for some much-needed air.

You pant. Luna pants. Your faces are just inches apart, a bridge of saliva connecting your lips. You smile at her, and she smiles at you, as you both catch your breaths.

"Have I..." Luna begins, still panting slightly. She has a blush on both cheeks. "...have I paid you back for all your services?"

You smile, running your fingers through her wispy blue hair. "That and then some."

"This pleases me," Luna says, rising off you. She brings her hands to her hips, where her fingers begin to tremble. "But...I'd much rather have you pleases me, if you would."

You smile, sitting up slightly on the mattress. "Will you break the no touching rule if I do?"

She nods.

"Then that's all I need to hear." You take Luna by the shoulders and throw her to the bed, occupying the place you once laid, as you begin to take controls of the situation. You first put your hands in her stocking, slowly pulling them down, exposing her ankle inch by inch. Luna squirms from your actions, and you pride yourself on doing a good job, yanking them off directly afterward.

You smile up at her from between her feet. Luna looks down at you with an expression of uncertainty, but you hope to defeat it with your next action. You kiss the underside of both her feet, the taste slightly salty, so you work your way up to her shin. The layer of fur tickles your lips, but that doesn't stop you from kissing her with all that you're worth.

"You're...you're teasing me," Luna says in a pant, causing you to look up.

"But of course, my Princess." You kiss further up her leg, leaving little lick and small nips, playing with her as she did you before. "Men are not above paying back what has been given to them."

You reach her panties, and before she has a chance to respond, you kiss her lower lips through the Fabian. Luna cries and delight, thrashing her arms and kicking her legs, but you only deepen the kiss, focusing on the little nub above.

"Please...no more!"

You chuckle. "As you wish."

You begin up her belly now, feelings small tufts of fur becoming slick with your kiss, occasioning licking small circles and blowing warmth breaths. The further up her body you go, the more that she trembles.

You have power over this Princess. That knowledge spreads to your cock, getting it ready for a possible round two.

Finally, you reach her rack once again, and you can't help but cop a quick feel. The tit-flesh feels tremendous and your hand. You knead it, not for your pleasure, but hers, timing each squeeze to her throaty moans.

Luna's body shivers from your ministration, causing you to feel proud, and, at the precisely the same time, like you could be doing more. So you bring your focus to her right nipple, letting her peek an eye down at you, just as you spring your little game.

"W-What do you think you're doing?" Luna says, more scared than demanding.

You answer her by blowing on her nipple, your lips just inches apart from it. You keep squeezing her boobs, lightly exhaling after every repetition, and you can feel her going mad. You smile, deciding to up the ante, as you free your hands from her flesh.

"What do you think you're doing!" Luna cries, but before she can do anything, you trace circles around her nipples; your other fingers lightly dancing along the flesh. "Ohhhh myyyy!"

You continue your little game, teasing her for as long as you could go on, waiting for her to make a threat of banishing you to the moon. You decide not to risk such possibility and pinch her nipples, grinding and pulling at them, the direct sensation making Luna arch out her back.

"Where...where did you learn all this!" Luna cries out, barely able to peek down at you. You think of home, back when it was late at night, and you still had the internet—you decide not to tell Luna about the internet. "I'm not sure how much of this I can take!"

There's your cue. You remove your hands, and before Luna can cry about it, you take her nipple, boob and all, into your mouth. You move your hand back to her other breast, and being your ministration once again.

"I...I can't believe it!" Luna screams out as you suckle at her teat, kicking her legs in response to intense sensation.

You partake in the same sensation. Having Luna's breast inside your mouth has you delighting in the taste, dragging your tongue around the base of her nipple and giving it a small nipple, as the rest of the flesh fills on in your mouth.

You continue sucking her off, moving her hands down along her slender body, trying to feel everything you could about this woman. Finally, you feel a hand fall on the top of your hand, making you look up at Princess Luna.

"You have driven me to insanity, knight," she says to you, pushing your head down along her buddy. "Now it's your job to bring me back." She pushes you down until you're face to face with her crotch, a thin piece of fabric separating you from paradise. "Put your sword inside of me and cure me of this accursed pleasure."

You nod your head, feeling your cock now ready. You bring your teeth to her pink, skimpy panties, her musk wafting into your nostrils, making you go just as mad as she is. Your teeth clamp onto her fabric, and with a few tugs, you pull her panties down.

Luna's musk is complexity exposed to the room now, and you drink scent of it ever, feeling the wetness of her panties with your lips. You look up and see dark-blue lips, slightly parted with liquid draining from her slit. You see Princess Luna's pussy, small and tight, a sight no one else but yourself was allowed to see.

"It's...beautiful,' you say, not looking up to her. You're too enraptured by her pussy to look away. "Just like the rest of you."

Silence.

Then Luna speaks, her voice muffled. "Prove it."

You smile. "It will be my pleasure."

You lean forward and capture her lower lips with your own, kissing her mounds as a cry rings from above. Your tongue slithers out from your mouth, licking up and down her slit, collecting all the juices from its previous ministrations.

A mighty fine paycheck indeed, you conclude.

Your eyes glance upward, seeing the little nub at the top of her lips, and you quickly take it in your mouth.

You hear a scream, but that only makes you suck it faster.

Her body thrashes, but you only insert your fingers into her, feeling around.

Her voice begs you not to stop, so you quicken your ministration until there's too much liquid for you to drink back. You pull away from her lower lips, they winking for you to come back, and you do, just not in the same way as before.

You glide up the length of Luna's body, passing her belly and her tits until you're face to face once again. You smile at her, feeling your cock near her entrance, but you don't dare push forward from there.

"I'm ready to do this," you say in a low voice. "I'm ready to become one and show you the extent of my love. Are you okay with this?"

Luna smiles, inching up to kiss you, before pulling away. "If I weren't, then I wouldn't have asked." She lets her back fall fully onto the mattress. "Make me yours."

You comply and stick your dick forth. Her lips split upon your arrival, accommodating your length as you enter her tight tunnel, clenching on your rod the whole day. Luna cries as the sensation and so do you, but you claim her lips once again, kissing her as you pull out below and ram your cock back inside.

Luna moans into your mouth, but you take her tongue with yours. Your hands find their way to her breast once again, and you knead, and you squeeze in tandem with every thrust, again and again, feeling yourself become your hardest.

Luna's inner wall's suck on your cock, clenching harder and harder. Your cock is slick with both of your juices, leaving no restriction for every re-entry, splitting her walls as your cock tries to enter deeper into her tunnel.

"Mmmm." Luna pulls back, biting her lower lip. "Ant, I'm close."

"So am I," you say, bringing a hand to behind her head. "Let's finish this together, alright?"

You thrust forward, and she does so too at the same time, fitting all of your cock inside her pussy. You keep repeating this, over and over, fucking her with all that you have, reaching your pinnacle speed as the last seconds are upon you.

"Anthony!'

"Luna!"

You cum, and so does she. You arch your back as you do so, closing your eyes and feeling every sensation of the orgasm. You gasp, falling to the bed, right next to the woman you loved.

You smile at her, and she smiles back. You bring your arms around her frame, pulling her closer to your body, and letting her rest her head on your chest, as you feel her breast mesh against your side.

"Thank you, Luna," you say, raising your fingers and brushing it through her hair. "That was the greatest thing I've ever experienced in my life."

"As it was mine," Luna says. Her horn ignites in a blue glow, and a few moments later, a blanket covers you both. For whatever reason, you thought you were going to return your quarters tonight, but it seems you're room has been upgraded.

You begin to drift away, but the pleasant feeling downstairs stops you from doing so. "Hey, Luna? You know my thing is—"

"Leave it in," Luna says, closing her eyes, seeming to enjoy having her hair caressed by your fingers. "It'll make what we do in your dreams all the more real."

You couldn't help but chuckle, closing your eyes and resting on her pillow.

Sex inside a dream? One hell of a way to start off round three.