“I am not in heat,” Nightmare Moon shouted again.
The Queen of the Night wiggled her raised hips and the rattling chains fastened to the chamber wall echoed in the cool night breeze. The wind blew in from the metal bars to her right as she hung upside down and just daintily touched her damp entrance once more. “Mmm,” she moaned again, trying to stifle it with little success.
It had been moments since it started, and she was not happy that her body was in the mood at this precise moment, not when she was trapped like this with a miserable guard watching her squirm.
“Yes, you said that,” the one royal guard who answered her call said, “among many other things directed at me.”
“Well, what else are you good for?” the alicorn snapped, baring her teeth as she held herself off of the ground with her fore legs. Her horn was clasped in a magically sealing lock as well, so all that she could do was peer at the armored stallion through her narrowed deep blue eyes and groans of unwanted arousal.
“Guarding you from angry citizens, maybe,” the guard replied, dryly. He raised an eyebrow, holding his spear in his magic beside him.
Nightmare Moon managed a condescending chuckle and glared at him. “You couldn’t guard ice cream from little fillies and colts. Mmm, ahh,” she gasped, once again feeling the night air caressing her already soaked warmth. No, I can’t be this far along already. It is only the wind.
He sighed and appraised her in silence a minute, looking to her mane and tail first. The stars still shined in her deep blue hair, sparkling like twilight, but without her magic, it cascaded in intricate and beautifully coiffed waves to the cell floor, flicking about when her body tensed. She was frowning at him when he tilted his head to look into her bright eyes. They shimmered like the night sky on the water, but didn’t provide much comfort to him at this point; not with the situation that he found himself in.
He removed his helm with a touch of magic and set it on the dusty cobbled ground, before shifting his gaze lower on her, his gold eyes tracing her luscious, lascivious curves.
“Don’t you dare look at me,” she reprimanded, clearly seeing what he was doing. Yet he ignored her and persisted in his curious examination.
She was shaking a little from the cool air and from her needs making themselves known, making her chest fluff brush along her taut forelegs. It kept his scrutiny on her perfect chest for a moment, before the guard looked to her waist and belly. Her purple wings flapped helplessly, possibly an attempt at distraction from feeling how hot and flushed she was.
Another few pants and moans reverberated in the room as the wind picked up a bit, causing her to shake more. He could see her voluptuous light pink breasts moving from his peripheral vision, swaying to and fro and making her moan a little louder, tempting him to lick his lips from the sight. He managed to rein in that desire, but still felt something pressing against his clothes and armor.
Goodness, she must be extremely sensitive if just that wind arouses her, he pondered, shifting uncomfortably as his penis made its appearance. He took a look at her pert breasts and delicately winking clitoris. Both were positively coated in her glistening mare juices right now, had been largely since he arrived. I could just take that right now, if I didn’t know that she would probably use that to her advantage and kill me. Seeing this from her and how gorgeous her body is just might be worth that risk.
“What are you looking at? What are you still doing here, you debauched peasant? Leave,” she cried, garnering his attention for a moment.
He gulped lightly and turned to her blood flushed vagina, slick with leaking vaginal fluids and heat. I know that she really wants me to leave, but hearing those protests from her right now is actually really cute, not to mention that face.
Nightmare Moon’s thighs were provocatively tight as well, muscles barely visible below her fur, yet still tantalizing as the chains kept her legs spread apart and welcoming, receptive to a guest even when her words weren’t. Her body tensed with ecstasy as she felt another breeze flow in from the bars. She wiggled her slim body again, trying to wrest herself free and feeling her mare fluids trickling along her crotch and breasts quickly because of her failing efforts.
Her nipples were pert and erect and he could just barely see some her excitement cascading along her right breast to touch her nipple, cradling and covering it ever so delicately.
This time he didn’t even bother stopping himself from licking his lips. Smelling her arousal and spunk mixing in the air of the cell with his own, he wanted and needed to do so much more than that now. Celestia be damned if he leave her like this, without satisfaction.
“Are you sure you don’t need any help with that?” he asked, trying to quell the arousal that he was feeling by just watching her dangle there helplessly. His lengthy member was fully presented now, pressed taut against his clothing, the outline clearly visible to the mare before him.
Nightmare glanced at the hardly concealed phallus momentarily, honestly flushing a bit upon smelling the air and tilted her head sharply to stare at him. “Do I look like I need any help? I am the Queen of the Night, and I told you, I am not in heat, you fool, hahh, ahh, goodness,” she once again took in a startled breath, feeling more hot fluids dripping from her folds to join the rest and add more of a sheen to the lower half of her incredibly vivacious body. It was so stimulating, feeling the slick juices moving along her most sensitive areas.
The royal guard shrugged his shoulders. “Alright, have it your way.”
“Good, mm-mmm, ahh,” she retorted, having turned her head away from him now. “Good riddance to you.” She clenched her jaw and squinted tighter, trying not to enjoy what was happening to her through just her night’s breeze.
She felt a single tinge of pain from her right wing, making her jolt more in surprise and once again look over her chest fluff to see the same guard standing there, spear propped against the right wall. Now he was holding a purple feather in his magic, a single lengthy feather from her wing.
“What did you do that for, you idiot? If I had my powers I would kill you where you stand,” she declared with a tone which bespoke of certainty and power, even when it didn’t match the look in her eyes.
It was a valiant attempt that he honestly respected, but she wasn’t fooling anyone.
“Well, you don’t, so you can’t,” he answered her with the same tone, stepping a few paces closer. “Apparently, you don’t have a heat problem either, so you keep telling me. So, instead of remaining here, restrained and insulting me, I have a proposition for you, lady Nightmare.” He paused to capture her bright, mesmerizing cyan pools in his gold spheres, seeing in them her own pause when he called her that. It was almost precious in a way.
The moon shone in at that moment, the wind having ceased and the clouds having passed, leaving them in silence. If it were possible, the moonlight shining on her only made her look more radiant.
The mare’s mane and tail glowed in it, basked in it, lighting up in every shade of purple and deep blue that the stallion could imagine, stars twinkling finely in the beams cascading behind her. Her sinuous figure was also accentuated with the light, as was her lubricating honey, shimmering around her slim waist through the bars of the cold cell for just a moment, before it was concealed once again behind a cloud.
Hearing no further belligerent insults from her and blushing and swallowing hard from what he just saw, he approached further, inches from her butt now as his penis continued to stiffen and quiver, and decided to continue with the query, letting a knowing smirk part his lips. “If I use this feather to caress your soft purple flesh, you won’t even mind, will you? You did say several times that you aren’t in heat, my lady.”
Another rattling of chains and an accompanying full set of guttural moans, louder than the others, brushed past their erect ears. This time, there was no wind to speak of, only their scents and desires now filling the room. She kept her narrowed eyes on his the entire time, almost like she was tempting him to try it, try anything with her.
The Night Queen, now blushing profusely from the promiscuous offer, adjusted herself upon her block on the floor to present her entrance to him, and this time, deliberately tightened her wet backside, flushed with blood, lifted it higher and swayed her vivacious hips at him. “You bet I won’t, you miserable guard,” she mocked with clenched sharp teeth.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a displeased tone, while he tried to tickle her hoof.
He retrieved the feather in his spell and shrugged. “Uh, well, I was trying-”
“Stop trying to be funny. You aren’t good at it. Do you have cold hooves now, too frightened to even touch my mare bits with my own feather?” she questioned with a voluptuous waggle of her butt. “If you are, then please find someone who-”
He flushed brightly, clenched his jaw and started to brush the feather along her belly, interrupting her and making her tummy tighten. The Night Queen whimpered and moaned cutely from the surprise ministrations.
She shut her eyes, quirked her head, and flicked her mane, trying not to smile as her own feather pleased her, but her lips still curled upward of their own accord.
He let a laugh escape before he could cover it with a hoof. In answer, she opened her eyes and glared at him with malice. “What, pray tell, is so funny?” The stallion waved a dismissive hoof, stepping backward. “Tell me,” Nightmare insisted, pounding a hoof against the brick.
“I shouldn’t. You wouldn’t like it.”
“I don’t like it already. Tell me what you find so humorous about me...now, guard.”
He shook his head and meandered forward, where he was before. “Ugh. You are going to hurt me for this, I know it. That little whimper and moan you gave was really cute and sweet,” the golden eyed pony spoke rapidly. He covered his face quickly and felt her flicking tail whipping harmlessly against his foreleg and head a few times, but he looked to her after she stopped, hearing her groan.
“You are damned right I would hurt you if I could. I am not cute. Now hurry up. Quit stalling and stroke me.”
“Okay, okay, sorry, you aren’t cute. Sheesh. Does it matter where I start; any particular non-sensitive areas of yours I could test, Your Majesty?”
“Watch it,” she growled. A cool breeze caressed her delicates and made her gasp and shift uncomfortably before him. She pouted when she managed to calm herself a smidge and looked at the guard. “Mmm, my thighs.”
“Your thighs?”
Nightmare moved herself closer, chains fighting her to stay, tensed against the wall. “Did you hit your head? Oh, was my tail too rough? Yes, my thighs are sensitive at the best of times. Now, you almost useless guard, do something.”
He was almost about to retort, but he paused. “I’m sorry, am I hearing things, or did you actually give me a compliment?” The lady harrumphed and turned her eyes away. He smiled a little. “I will take it as one, but I’d like to hear it from you.” He glanced at her tight thighs and brought the tip of the feather just around her leg, almost touching her crotch. The purple alicorn shuffled the chains around and released an astounded moan, muffled by her closed lips.
She felt the sensation, almost came right there. Oh, this is so humiliating and licentious, such a despicable and horrid thing. She narrowed her cyan spheres and wanted so much to just pant and let her tongue hang from her mouth, saliva and heat swathing it from her excitement. The mare knew that it was very much the same thing below. Nightmare could feel the heat, sweat, and mare juices slowly coating her supple body in a most tempting way, as she fought with herself to not enjoy this. Ahh, you are good for entertainment. Mmm, how did it come to this?
“Well, lady Nightmare? Was that a compliment?” he quizzed again, taking more of the feather this time. The stallion pressed it to her taut flesh and drew it along her leg to rest where it first swirled.
Oh, goodness, that feels so...gooood, mmph. She held her legs tight, making the chains caress one another sensually, in giddy anticipation of this stimulating act. She felt him brush along the contours of her slender muscle and she moaned along with the motions, couldn’t help herself, voicing her liking of the pleasure. The Queen of the Night flapped her wings and bit her lower lip as she arched her back a bit, hardly enough for the stupid guard to notice.
Before he reached her sopping wet vulva, he drew away and licked his lips again. His member was still pressed upon his clothes, had been for a while, urging him to just indulge in her, forget the feather. The stallion wasn’t going to do that though. She didn’t want him. He knew that. She simply needed to be satiated. That didn’t mean he couldn’t join her in her enjoyment by teasing her, however.
“Well, is it a compliment?” the stallion questioned her a third time, wearing a smirk. Upon this occasion, he brought the feather along the edge of her vulva, between her right labia and her right thigh, and caressed it around her circumference.
“Mmm, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, ahh hah hah,” she moaned aloud with a bright blush, mouth hanging open and showing her long saliva soaked tongue as she sat on the cusp of an incredible orgasm. Oh, take me now.
“Hmm, well thank you, my lady.”
As she panted, shifting her slim weight again to not let her legs fall asleep, the mare closed her mouth and growled at him. She looked him straight in his gold eyes with narrowed cyan and bared whites. “Keep...going.”
That predatory look honestly frightened him a bit, despite her being restrained. He thought at first that she was staring at him and growling those words because she hated him and wanted to kill him. That first part was probably true, honestly, and the second part...was still likely as true too, but when he looked again in her beautiful orbs, it seemed like the hungry look was for something else. Maybe she was enjoying this punishment in pleasure from him and not just the feather after all, but he wasn’t about to speculate...too much at least. His pride needed something.
“Thighs, breasts, or vulva?” he queried sensibly.
“Nngh, just my vulva; I need it,” she groaned, shedding all pretense and hardly concealed want.
“Yes, ma’am,” the stallion answered swiftly and with a wide smile.
He gave the feather, now with a lubricated underside, a fancy little twirl in his magic as he prepared, catching her eyes in his again.
“Don’t do that,” she said with a head shake and unimpressed tone.
He nodded, a tad embarrassed. “Ookay. Where should I start?”
“Nngh, anywhere; just anywhere, okay?” she pleaded breathlessly. “I’m extremely sensitive everywhere.”
“Hey, well, that’s okay. I’m not judging you. It’s actually kind of sweet.”
At that, she didn’t even protest or growl. She actually smiled a little and her cheeks flushed a light pink. “I am not sweet,” she muttered, not looking at him.
Seeming to be allowed a little room for talking, he decided to keep going. “You could have fooled me.” Nightmare only narrowed her eyes and lowered her head more, and the rosy tinge on her cheeks blossomed into a full blush across her face. Now, she took great interest in her vaginal fluids exploring along her body. “Okay, I’ll stop; just a little bit more and I’ll be gone, right?”
Another tense of her body and of the chains, but he honestly hadn’t touched her yet. It’s just from my arousal, Nightmare justified to herself, nothing more. She quirked her head to him and wiggled her backside seductively, giving him a look that had given pause to many a suitor in the past. The stallion shrunk a little too, obviously; she was the Ruler of the Night. Grown mares and stallions had nightmares about her. She was sure of that, but at least he didn’t immediately gallop away from the intimidation of seeing her show any sort of sexual behavior, which could be interpreted as affection.
Swallowing hard, and with a blush matching hers, the royal guard steadied himself and gave her labias a little flick with the feather.
“Mmm, mmmm, yes,” she whispered, quivering all the while. She shut her eyes and hummed sweetly, still looking in his direction and arched her back, not truly caring whether he noticed or not. It felt too marvelous for her to care now. He slowed his touch a little, quickly growing as breathless as she was because of their moans and smelling their excitement. The guard took a few seconds to properly caress her light purple flesh. “Ooh hoo hoo, my, yes,” her voice echoed in the cell, the massages making her positively soak herself in her own honey.
The stallion, for his own part, wiped the sweat from his brow and exhaled shakily at this tantalizing show. A thought crossed his mind that perhaps she was trying to tempt him, trying to make him loosen his guard and actually start touching her, with magic and more. His little friend agreed. If that is indeed the case, my lady, you are doing a truly amazing job. “Hoo, you are really enjoying this now, aren’t you?”
Nightmare exhaled in bliss and fluttered her eyelashes to stare at him, almost smiling.
“Sorry, sorry, it isn’t a prod, just an observation.”
“Just keep going, you miserable guard.” She said it without any venom, more like a nickname. Both of them heard it and both knew that she meant it. That doesn’t mean that I don’t still wish to use you to escape this dreadful dungeon. “I’m almost there.”
He swallowed. “Alright then; let’s get you there.”
“Ahh, hahhh,” the Mare from the Moon breathed as he pressed on, tensing and arching every part of her luscious form and flicking her tail in her stimulation, which only brought on further feelings of almost painful euphoria. She was so hot, wiggling her bottom and relishing in the sensuous jolts of pleasure those motions and the guard’s ministrations brought on. He lifted one wet fold with the drenched and matted feather and caressed the flesh beneath it, making her hum in delirium as she kept her pools on his reactions or her drenched posterior.
She could feel an enormous wink coming on, just hardly out of reach, but this guard seemed to be trustworthy enough to carry her over that. Nightmare smiled, gave her tail another flick and presented a drawn out moan to have his attention. He looked over at her immediately, drawn by her unhidden pleasure, but in his shock, his magic kept moving the feather, and it just barely touched her clitoris.
“Oh...my…goodness,” she released, tongue hanging loosely now, saliva dripping from it as her back end quivered. Her orgasm met, she relaxed everything except for her forelegs and butt. Her vaginal walls tightened and as her tremendous wink pleased her, her vaginal discharge poured from her flushed opening. Nightmare tightened her thighs and the next wave of juices spurted from her vagina, splattering upon his nose and across his face. “Ahh, hahh, mmm, there we are,” she panted happily after, as she came down from her absolute satisfaction, never removing her cyan eyes from his face, now filthy with her sweat, lubricant, and exuberance.
His mouth was open, and some of her fluids were trying very hard to take advantage of that. “Uhh...uh, y-y-yeah...th-there we are in-...deed. Well, I really have to go.”
“Mmm, I can see that,” she said with a lascivious lilt, staring at his belly. He swallowed again, and his penis tensed for her attentions and efforts. “You must have some extended business to care for now, hmm?”
“Oh…” he panted and exhaled, giving his head a shake as she returned her powerful gaze to him. “You are good.”
“I know. Now, run along,” she commanded lightly, dismissing him with a hoof before quickly returning it to the block before she could fall. Mmm, perhaps I should wait to recover before doing something like that.
“Y-yeah, because...well…”
“Your business, mmhm,” she finished for him quickly, nodding with a pleased smile at having him so flustered.
“Yes,” he clarified properly, very articulate, and still with his face nicely blanketed by her. He set his helm onto his head and clumsily took the spear from the wall, moving backward to the door. The guard spun around and almost left, before she called to him.
“Oh, guard?” He clenched his jaw and quirked his head, finding her pointing herself at him again, beaming ear to ear. “No goodbye kiss?” she asked, wiggling her hips toward him.
“Oh, Celestia,” he cried and galloped out of her cell, followed by her vivacious laughter filling the nightly air, mixed with the scent of their needs and her satisfaction.
Now with him gone, Nightmare chuckled into the tranquility of the night. She flicked her mane and swung her tail toward her, making her spasm and moan, but when she focused her vibrant cyan eyes again, she saw the key to her horn’s lock hanging from the tip of her tail. Thanks to you, my miserable guard, the night will be mine again.
Cool metal clanged against the hard cell floor.
The noise carried along the stone walls, past the bars, reverberating softly and fading unheard into her night’s breeze.
Nightmare released a moan of pleasure, no longer feeling that pressure from the magical fields inside of and surrounding the lock around her horn, taking the power that was rightfully hers away. Now that she had recovered herself a little from her impromptu intimate act with that royal guard, the lady turned her head toward her lower body, took a deep breath, and released it.
She channeled the magic in her slender form and shot two focused bolts of energy at the other magical chains on her hind legs. They snapped like twigs under the weight of her magic and she tumbled unceremoniously to the unfriendly floor, lifting dust and whatever other filth that had collected there over the years.
Mmph, that will be the last time I fall on my butt…mmm, here at least, she told herself. Nightmare glanced over her shoulder, flicked her tail off of her hooves, and gave her hind legs a little wiggle. “Welcome home, dears. Momma’s here and she is never leaving again.”
Nightmare rolled onto her tummy with a quiet moan, her limbs still asleep from their magical restraints. She stared at her now bright flowing mane of sparkling stars and deep blue sky and moved her hooves to wake them, before tensing her muscles and pushing herself off of the ground. The Dark Queen stood at last and swayed her magically swirling tail and voluptuous hips as she wandered from her cell, smiling at her triumphant return all the while.
She swung the door of the cell open wide and stopped in the middle of the hall, taking a deep fulfilling breath of the outside. The purple mare caught sight of two guards making a patrol on either side of her, saw the panic emanating from their faces at seeing her loose, and grinned.
The remaining guards were a simple matter to dispatch as they stood watch over the area, tossing them to the floor unconscious and erasing their memories of her escape with merely a smidge of her calamitous talents. Nightmare chuckled into the night at feeling empowered again. It was such a grand feeling to be so in control. It was intoxicating after such a long time in captivity and she stretched her body and muscles, arching her back with a vivacious moan.
“Oh yes, that feels good,” the Bringer of Forever Night spoke, feelings tingles all along her body before straightening herself once again. “Ahh, now, what mischief shall I partake in first?”
She contemplated what to start with, stealing the elements and defeating Celestia, or tormenting her ponies with ubiquitous night. Either one sounded positively delightful to her, but something else was on her mind too. Her attention turned to that guard who pleased her. At first, she scoffed. She was above such nonsense. He only did what she needed him to do. He was useless now, another enemy to be dealt with after a time. However, she was old, in years of course, not in body, and he didn’t seem to hate her like the other ponies.
Again, she huffed indignantly and quirked her head away from those thoughts, but once again couldn’t help the hesitation and imagining. Nightmare groaned and looked at her butt, still not clean from their earlier foray into the debauched and pleasurable.
“Oh, what the hell?” she questioned her curvaceous rear, sighing.
She channeled her magic into her horn, shut her cyan eyes, and focused upon her Dreamscape to find him sleeping, likely after satisfying his own lascivious needs from seeing her so naked and exposed. She chuckled at the lecherous dreams he was having about her. She couldn’t blame him, of course. She was inescapably, ravishingly beautiful. Her smile grew at making at least some of his dreams come true tonight and teleported into his room, silent in her magic as she approached him, until she plopped herself on his covers and pinned him where he lay.
“Yaah, w-what?” he startled, panicking a moment, before he blinked his eyes open and found her inches from his muzzle, beaming brilliantly. “Oh, Nightmare Moon- gah, Nightmare; what are you doing here?”
Well, I did say that I wouldn’t fall on my butt in that prison cell again. The lady levitated the key to her horn’s lock between them and smirked naughtily, eyes lidded and oh so hungry. “You forgot this in my cell. You really should keep your focus more, or…was it focused on something else at the time?” she asked him, crossing her forelegs and playing with a bit of his exposed chest fluff as she tossed the key aside.
“You aren’t still mad about the teasing and nicknames, are you?” he answered and swallowed, “…or…any of the other things?”
Her smirk faded promptly and she stared at the stallion with a tilt of her head, feigning a hurt look. She touched a hoof to her chest. “Mad? Why ever would I be mad at the pony who freed me? Besides, I still have to return your kindness tenfold and I am no longer restrained by anything but my debt to you.”
“W-w-what d-do you m-m-mean?” he stuttered wildly, immediately flushed with blood, in more areas than just his face she noted with a smile, from their rather intimate position on his bed.
She released a titter and drunk in the air in his room, mixed with his own aroma. “Oh, my dear sweet miserable guard, you know exactly what I mean.” She brushed her flowing mane and leaned nearer to him. “For a royal guard, you have quite the naughty and audacious little imaginings about little old me, don’t you?”
“You want to…what…with me?”
“Oh, what happened to all of that bravado in your dreams, or even when you were pleasing me before? Am I too much when not magically restrained, hmm?”
“Uh…uhh, n-n-no,” Luster managed, shaking his head, “but I’m just a little c-confused about why you are here instead of causing some mayhem.”
“Oh, mayhem can wait,” she dismissed with a wave of her hoof. “I have an enchantment around my cell that will conceal any sign of my absence and obviously, no creature will hear you screaming in here; for help or otherwise.” He swallowed at that and she grinned mischievously. “Mmhm, right now, I need some proper relief after being cooped up there before and I have seen how receptive you are to a little punishment, and how well-endowed you are too.”
“Oh, my Celestia.”
She giggled amusedly. “Oh, she has nothing to do with this. Now, stay right there while I make myself comfortable.” Nightmare brightened the room with her horn and kept him there, while she stood with a little wiggle of her body, keeping his eyes firmly on hers; not that she needed to put much effort into that, given her position.
She took one side of the sheets and pulled them away to expose the mattress, gracefully stepping over them to stand upon it. The mare glanced over her shoulder and tugged on the other side of the sheets, tossing them to the floor afterward. Still with the guard in place and now fully visible, the dark alicorn mare slowly turned her gaze to his now fully exposed stallionhood. It was erect and quivering unabashedly, flushed well with blood.
Again, her laughter filled the room, turning to a low purr as she looked at him and positioned herself just above his arousal, placing her fore hooves on his chest.
“I would say that you earned this, but I don’t particularly want to give it to you quite yet.” She placed her vulva, still covered by her earlier excitement and swollen with blood again, precisely on his tip. He released a few needy moans as she swayed her vivacious butt back and forth, rubbing her lubricating honey over his member. “Ahh, I do so love to see you squirm, my miserable guard. Mmm,” she moaned, lifting a hoof from his body and stimulating her clitoris with it.
Her cheeks grew rosy and she smiled in bliss as she hummed along with him, arching her back and staring up at the ceiling to enjoy the scrumptious sensation more. She was already so aroused again, feeling her nethers dripping with need and a bright blush lighting her cheeks.
“Oh, lady Nightmare, ahh,” he answered in a whisper, trying desperately to touch her while his hooves were kept still.
The nightmare tittered, lowering her eyes to his again. “Not yet, you naughty creature; I want to hear you scream my name. I will take you inside after that. Once that happens, you won’t have any trouble with voicing your stimulation.”
“Goddess, Nightmare,” he pleaded quietly, overtaken by her ministrations.
She leaned toward him with a pleasured grin, quirking her head to the side and lifting an ear. “Hmm? I am sorry, I didn’t hear that. You will have to speak louder.”
“Mmm, Nightmare Moon,” he whispered again, a little louder.
“I am afraid that I still can’t hear you.” Nightmare brushed herself against him again, teasing her puffy vulva on his tip and releasing a very satisfied growl. “Oh, I can stay here for a while, but I can’t continue if I don’t know what you want.”
Luster groaned and pressed his head against his pillow. “Lady Nightmare, please...please put me inside you, I’m begging you,” he cried, shutting his eyes tightly and blushing ever brighter.
“Mmhm, with pleasure.” She wiggled her bottom and slowly eased herself onto him, hearing his groans and whispers of approval as she descended. Nightmare kept his gold gaze all the while, matching one another’s blushes as she cooed along with his moans.
The lady teased her clitoris and vulva as she plunged herself over him, taking him by the hour. It felt so divine. She felt her soft and soaked walls encompassing him, every inch of his penis filling the space that her body gave him and stretching her walls ever so exquisitely. She practically sung when she met his sheath, settled quite cozily upon his welcoming lap. They stayed there some time, the Dark Queen arching her back a bit and feeling the lovely taut muscles in her thighs.
“Ahh…hahh, oh, marvelous; hah, I knew that I made the right decision in choosing you. What is your name, guard?” Nightmare asked, as she swayed her behind to and fro.
She noticed his blurred vision and released her hold on his forelegs. “Oh my goddess, r-right now it can be wh-whatever you want it to be.”
“I am serious.”
“So am I.”
Hearing that, she honestly smiled a little. “Hm, very well, if you truly do not wish to be remembered by me.”
“Mmm, my name is Luster Spirit, my lady,” the male spoke, focusing his eyes and staring at her. Nightmare leaned forward a tad and tutted with amusement.
“Are you certain? You wouldn’t have confused your name with somepony else’s? I don’t like to be lied to and you seem to be quite delirious at the best of times.”
He chuckled and nodded his head. “I’m sure, Nightmare. Ahh, you feel so good.”
She released a throaty chuckle and fluttered her majestic wings. “Naturally; I am a goddess. Yum and it feels so good to be free and able to do what I want…or who. Now, shall we begin? Perhaps I can fulfill some of your greatest fantasies for me before the night is through, hm? Ah, wait a moment, if I bring about ever lasting night again, I won’t have to worry about that.” Nightmare felt a lascivious tingle in her thighs. The alicorn smirked and tilted her head to find his hooves on her waist.
“Sorry, is that too quick?” he started to pull away, but she held him there again.
“Don’t you dare keep your mare from her pleasure,” she ordered. She leaned forward and squeezed her hips closer around him, giving her lips a wet lick with her hot lengthy tongue.
“Mmm, your mare? Ahh,” he groaned, sinking further into his mattress as she lifted herself to his head and teased her way onto him once more.
The lady of the night purred as she felt her walls pressed against him, squeezing him in such a delicious and debauched way as she teased her right crotch breast. “Ooh, yes, mmm, right now I am and you are my stallion.” With a flick her damp tail, which shot a scrumptious and filthy little feeling into her and made her thighs and rear spasm with pleasure, Nightmare Moon started a motion with him. “Mmnh, now, shut up and please your lady, you hunk of a stallion.”
She was already feeling her lubricant dripping along her folds and coating his phallus, her voluptuous butt squishing against his crotch as her breasts bounced with the smooth rhythm. They moaned together, breaths and needs mixing within his bedroom as she took him, kneading her sopping wet inner flesh with his endowment. She pressed her hooves against his chest and he gripped her hindquarters tightly, making her release a startled chuckle of desire.
It ignited something else in her too and her eyes flashed with salacious mischief. As he continued to moan and grip her supple bottom, Nightmare leaned herself back a bit and put one hoof on the bed behind her. Catching his lidded eyes with hers, she grinned wickedly and started to grind herself against him, letting her tongue hang from her mouth when she found her g-spot.
Her sensitive flesh quivered at the sensations flowing over her. She could hear the bed squeaking and shaking from their efforts and reveled in the thought that only she and this particularly well-equipped stallion could hear the sounds.
“Oh, goodness, Luster, oh my, how do you feel, mmm, with this first fantasy of yours coming to life, hmm?” the purple mare quizzed, seeing the saliva in his open mouth and dripping from his draping tongue already. By this time, both were hot, flushed, and sweaty, her mare fluids quite positively blanketing her big butt and his crotch.
He could feel her drenching his testicles in her juices, driving him crazy as he matched the movement of her hips and butt with his own cares. “Oh, so good, it feels so good, mmm, I can’t believe this is happening, hahh.”
“Mmhm, believe it my young stallion; you are going to be one lucky pony tonight. Mnnh, ooh, but not yet. I am not through with you yet. There is still quite a bit that I want to try after being trapped for so long. Oh, it has been too long and I am in quite the needy position.” Her form brushed against his, coalescing with and melting into it as her body continued to drive her wet, divine folds over and along Luster’s filling pillar.
She rode him, lifting her damp tail further and making her muscles spasm in a deliciously filthy way. The two matched their vocalizations as Nightmare’s hips gyrated against his firm thrusting, humming together to a tune that they matched to a T.
Her clitoris winked again, caressing a particularly sensitive part of his flesh and making him arch his back and bury his head in his pillow. “Oh, I love you,” the stallion groaned with a sharp quiver of his thighs.
Instantly, she stopped pressing her weight onto him. “What?”
Understanding what he had just admitted, Luster flushed brightly and his hooves retreated to her inner thighs. “I always have, mmph-”
“Stop it, shut up,” she said frantically, covering his mouth with her hoof. “You can’t.”
The male exhaled as he watched her expression, subtly showing him how nervous that she was to hear more. He lit his horn and slowly removed her hoof from his lips. “I know this sounds weird, but I always wanted to meet you, since I was a colt. I practiced every day to meet Princess Luna. I would stay up at night and watch the beautiful stars twinkling quietly in the sky. I don’t…have parents, so I was allowed to make my own schedule. It was so beautiful, the night, how could I not stay awake and watch all of the subtleties and nuances? I only joined the royal guard a few weeks before…this happened. I had no idea how much pain you were in from feeling neglected. I don’t know if there is still some of…Luna in there, but I heard you in your cell and I couldn’t just leave you like that.”
She drew forward quickly, stopping inches from his lips. The mare of the night gazed deeply into him, cyan eyes shifting this way and that, before she lowered her gaze, scoffed and turned away.
Nightmare lifted herself away from him, still seated on his lap and cradling his stallionhood. It grew incredibly quiet, uncomfortably so. As a way of avoiding the silence, he tried to touch her, to comfort her, but she saw him move his hooves and recoiled. She took his forelegs in her magic and pinned them to the bed, still blushing madly.
“Do not touch me,” she commanded, looking unsettled and honestly a bit frightened. The silence persisted. It was a long few moments before she sighed. “I can’t believe that I am actually considering this.”
“Considering what?” he ventured, walking that tight and thin line with her again.
There was another pause. “Actually kissing you.”
“You…you…ugh, you don’t have to.”
She turned to him and glared. “Don’t tell me what I should or should not do. A nightmare does not have friends or lovers. Nightmares are alone.” The alicorn’s eyes fell and she exhaled.
“I…I don’t know what to-”
Again, she silenced him with a hoof, carefully this time. She slowly brought herself over him, keeping his lips shut until she was mere inches from his face again. Nightmare removed her hoof and after a great moment of hesitation and biting her lip cutely, pressed her lips to his and closed her eyes.
It was chaste, but long and almost passionate from her side. When she drew away, she kept her cyan pools shut. “You may be a stupid guard, but you are still the closest thing to an admirer of my abilities and…me I have had in years. Mmm, for tonight…I don’t want to be alone.”
“My lady.” She blushed at hearing him call her that again, remaining close to him as she fluttered her eyes open. “You are really beautiful. You are so radiant and powerful and the stars and the night sky are only a shallow reflection of who you truly are.”
Nightmare huffed with her eyes cast at his chest, but she didn’t turn away. “That is one of the lines from your dreams about me.”
“I can’t believe that I actually managed to speak the words, my lady. You truly are amazing and more than just a nightmare, if you will pardon my boldness.”
The lady chuckled, still with that red hue on her lovely cheeks, and returned her countenance to him. “I certainly will not. You, my dear licentious Luster, need some sensuous punishment from yours truly. I can show you how wrong you are about the length of my tongue, shall I?” she suggested with a wink, drawing close and giving him another, more involved kiss. Nightmare watched as she pressed her tongue into his mouth and swirled it around his a few times, giggling provocatively as he shut his gold eyes to the whirl of desire.
He pressed against her nethers again, flushed with renewed blood and decadent juices, reminding her of their positions. She retrieved her sopping wet and dexterous muscle with some practiced, careful flicks and Luster exhaled deeply as she released him. He followed her every move as she slowly slipped from him, his engorged penis pointing upward for more. “Oh my goddess, you really are very amazing at this.” She kept his gaze and giggled at his compliments, swaying her sinuous body as she approached the end of the bed. “I mean it. Oh my goodness, your butt is astounding.”
Nightmare twirled about with a swish of her tail, eliciting a gasp of swirling need and want, before she sat her rump on the gently squeaking bed and laid herself between his raised hind legs. She let her back hooves dangle from the side, moaning with passion as her coated clitoris winked, adding more honey to her lavish backside. “Flattery…will have you a few places with me, my dear,” she replied, making his legs kick involuntarily when she massaged her fore hooves over his tensed thighs, “but I do still expect you to earn the chance to climax inside me. Let us see how you handle this first, shall we?”
Without waiting for a firm answer, already seeing him nod in excitement and arousal for whatever she was planning, the purple mare slid her tongue from her slightly open mouth and wrapped it around his flared base. His breath left him immediately and he let his head fall against the pillow with a growl. The Queen of the Night tittered and wrapped her tongue further around his length, joining her moans to his when she started to stroke him.
As their passionate experience persisted and he grew more vocal, Nightmare moved her warm tongue upward, the tip of it just below his. By this time, he had recovered a smidge and was once again watching her magnificent tongue dancing along his most sensitive organ. With her tongue still keeping his penis well-lubricated, she caught his gaze and just touched the underside of her tongue to his head. It carefully touched the little slit, teasing him with the promise of satisfaction and blissful euphoria.
She tittered against his erection, sending scintillating waves of tormented pleasure through every fiber of his being, and withdrew her lithesome tongue. As he panted with restored vigor and desire, she scooted herself a tad nearer, still rubbing her hooves around his tensed thigh muscles and crotch. Luster watched as she positioned her wet lips above him and emitted a throaty breath as she slowly split her vivacious smile in half with his penis, giving it a sweltering and passionate kiss.
“Mmm, that is another fantasy of yours fulfilled. Should I try for another?” she asked as her saliva and his semen kept them attached to one another. Her beautiful eyes were lidded in a seductive fashion and they both watched as their mixing fluids fell, slowly coating his throbbing member with the viscous substance. “What do you think, Luster Spirit?”
The smell of their needs was unmistakable now, their appetite for one another swirling happily around their shared room. She feigned being coy, lowering her head a tad and touching her nose to his penis, allowing some of the juices from their amorous activities to dribble onto it.
“Ahh, I think I’m in heaven,” he muttered and his member tingled and pulsed when she lifted her nose away, his ejaculate and her fluids venturing along the fur of her nose. Her chuckle captured all of his attention.
With his eyes on her, Nightmare lapped at her damp nose and hummed with delight. “Not yet, no, but I do appreciate the praise nonetheless. Now, hmm, what was that other position you liked? Oh drat, it was on the tip of my tongue too. Aha, yes, you do like my luxurious and voluptuous posterior, don’t you, dear?” She stood with a flourish, flicking her tail dramatically and hopping from the bed. Luster lifted himself onto his elbows and let his jaw fall slack when she shook her butt at him. She stood near the wall opposite him and supported herself as she stood on her hind legs, staring over her shoulder at the stallion all the while.
Her legs were spread and taut, her wings held at her sides and her forelegs pressed against the wall, allowing her to arch her slender back in a most provocative way.
“This is what you want, hm? I know that this is your favorite position for us…and I approve. Now, come and claim that satisfaction you so crave and give me the same, my debauched guard pony.”
“Your wish is my command, my queen,” he called in return, standing from his bed and stepping over to her. She watched his member sway to and fro as he meandered closer to her and hummed at how that will feel inside of her with this position. After asking for permission to mount her, he touched his hooves to her magnificently toned rear and lifted himself onto her.
“Ohh, mmm, this is marvelous after so long without. Don’t be shy, Luster, we are far past playing coy,” she sung, staring at him over her shoulder and resting his penis betwixt her buttocks with a touch of magic. With his hooves on her slender waist and his hind legs flexing against her supple behind, the tantalizing and teasing pulsations and twinges were intoxicating and almost overwhelming. Nightmare wanted more. “I know where you want to finish.”
The stallion swallowed loudly and bashfully adjusted his hooves around her body. “Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want…me?”
“I wouldn’t be here standing like this, with your hooves on my figure and your phallus on my butt if I didn’t want this. You?” she asked, lifting her chin and eyebrows a touch. Nightmare studied him a second, saw his resigned nervousness and lowered her head again. “As I said, you are better than most creatures I have had experiences with and you don’t hate me for what I am or what I have done. To your second question, I cannot say yes or no. I have quite valid concerns about trust as you no doubt know, but right now I cannot say that I am not fond of you for your actions toward me either. I need this. I need you. If you have enough trust in me that I will not leave directly after we are finished, I will trust you with this embrace. Do we have a deal, Luster Spirit?”
His visage was burning, coating his face in the pink and red hues of the sun setting, perched delicately on the horizon; a precious moment if she ever allowed herself to call a sight or moment precious. After a moment, it faded a smidge and he lowered his head in thought, before fixing his gaze on hers. “I have insecurities too. I know that you have difficulty with trust and I am not hoping for a relationship of any kind after this. I just wanted to be sure. Yes. Goodness gracious, yes, Nightmare. I want this too and I trust you to do whatever you think is necessary afterward.”
“Mmnn, rut me then, you stud of a stallion. Make me scream so loud that I can be heard above this spell I have over us,” she teased, swaying her corpulent rump to stimulate it and his member, keeping both of their bodies craving this sinuous and audacious closeness.
Luster gulped, his cheeks matching hers with an all-consuming blush. He nodded and repositioned himself as the mare arched her back into him, showing how receptive she was to his advances. Seeing how she positioned herself for him to take her, he exhaled in delirium with a shake of his head. It was swimming with desires, needs, and their steamy feelings for one another.
Her bottom was absolutely drenched and he licked his shaky, smiling lips at wanting to taste her and lap at her soft flesh after all of this. Hopefully she would allow him that much…maybe even demand it. Don’t be too hopeful now. “Oh my…okay, my lady.” The male stepped closer and pressed his lubricated head to her hot vulva, making her whimper into her closed lips. “Are you alright?”
“Oh, yes, it feels so good.”
Being bolstered by her transparent words of approval and appraisal, Luster wiggled himself in, her sopping wet lips parting easily. It felt like she was sucking him in, earning another growl from him from her body’s efforts to cajole his calls.
“Ohh, Lusty, that is scrumptious.” She flexed her body further, sliding herself delicately and smoothly over his sheath as she groaned all the while. “Ahh,” she exhaled once she reached his base, wiggling her butt and thighs along his wet testicles, “now that is a welcome feeling, hm, Lust?”
“Mmnh,” he answered, while she withdrew a little before plunging her soft rear onto him again, “may I call you Nighty…or Moony?”
With her motions only growing in sensuality and passion, the alicorn took him again and again, releasing breathy moans along with him. Nightmare kept his eyes on hers as she gathered a pleasurable rhythm, making music to match the notes of their sweet, squelching fluids. “Oh, goodness, at the moment you can call me whatever you like as long as you don’t stop, mnnph. Come on, guard, I know what you want to do. Mmm, you split me in half with that barbarous member of yours, now fill me with it. Take control and please me.”
She shut her eyes when she rubbed his flesh against her g-spot and opened them sharply when she felt his grip on her waist tighten. He was breathless and panting, but focused on her. The mare smiled and hummed delectably, flapping her wings and flipping her brilliantly flowing mane.
He stood straight, with a confident pose. Luster pulled her closer and she let him, retrieving an elongated growl mixed with a laugh from her hot mouth as her vaginal walls were pressed against his endowment. They shared a glance as his tempered movements continued and she quirked her head to the wall, curling her tail around his butt and his tail.
Their lovemaking persisted, growing more intense and stimulating by the second. Their heads swam with release and their bodies warmed each other, sweat, ejaculate, and vaginal juices dribbled along their supple forms, squishing sumptuously as they pumped their back ends together.
“Oh, Nighty, you are so tight. Oh, I love you so much.”
“Ahh, that is it, Lusty,” she responded with a wicked grin and glanced over her shoulder to capture his bright eyes with hers. “Mmm, please your mare. Make her welcome over every inch of you. Ooh hoo hoo, I am so wet, you naughty little guard, you. Mmhmhm, yes, and from your erratic pace, I imagine that you are, oh my, mmm, quite close to your limit.”
“Oh, yes…please, my queen, hahh, tell me, mmnh, tell me you are close too, please.”
At hearing his begging call, she giggled with a cute little wiggle of her backside. “Worry not, Luster Spirit, oh, goodness; my body is quite ready whenever yours is. All that you need do is ask your Mistress of the Night. Oh, mmnh, no wonder a single feather could please me like you did so efficaciously with mine.”
“Ahh, please mistress, let me satisfy you.”
She tittered at his earnest request and dipped her head, humming again as her clitoris winked. His thrusting resumed and she joined her dizzying gyrations to this sensational foray. He leaned forward and she pressed herself against the wall, throwing all apprehension to the wind and shouted, screamed. “Oh, you feel so good. Don’t you dare stop, I need to feel you inside me.”
“Oh my goodness, ahh hah hah, Moony, I am about to…mmm,” he exclaimed, pounding into her until one final thrust and all of their attention was on that euphoric feeling of perfect and utter ecstasy and contentment.
The two growled as they climaxed, Nightmare shouting every curse known with a sweet lilting fervor as Luster gave some unfocused thrusts against her quenched walls to keep them stimulated.
She opened her mouth and let her tongue hang in full view of the stallion, focusing on the wonderful, sweltering fluids filling her to the brim, breeding her with his seed and mixing with her mare’s honey. Their forms coalesced against one another, amalgamating as his semen and sperm spurted into her. Nightmare and Luster delighted in the sensations as their bodies tensed and relaxed with each load of heat. As their flooding feelings continued, the Queen of Dreams moaned along with his hooves pressing against her sensitive and lithesome flesh.
He wrapped his arms around her slim waist and gripped her sopping wet and dripping crotch breasts, making her laugh in surprise and enjoyment. She turned her head and watched him caress them with full approval, feeling his penis settling inside of her at last.
Luster panted and stopped his ministrations over her breasts, too exhausted from their prior actions. In answer, Nightmare smiled at him, placed her fore hooves over his and leaned against him slowly, supported by his legs. Now close enough to each other, the mare rubbed her nose against his and planted a happy kiss on his lips. It quickly grew into something more and they leaned themselves against one another, caressing their lips together and moaning blearily.
Their lips were once again connected by their mixing saliva when the two finally separated, breathless and panting; their shimmering eyes never leaving one another. “Oh, that was magical, Lusty. You have pleased your mare well.”
“I am…pleased to satisfy you, my queen.”
“Of course you are…and I truly appreciate it.”
The stallion swallowed and smiled worriedly. She honestly loved it; how she could affect him, coax him so easily, with just a bat of her lashes. “Well, what will you do now?”
“Hmm, well…I haven’t been heard above this spell thankfully and nopony but you have noticed my absence from the cell. I think that I shall stay here for a little while longer, if you will permit me.”
He let his jaw slacken. How had he been this lucky? He hadn’t expected this at all, let alone for her to want to actually stay with him after sex. Her little answer baffled him and Luster simply stared dumbly at the purple mare leaning on him, cradling his hooves against her buxom breasts.
“Well, my despicable guard?” she cooed, stroking his flushed cheek with hers. “I know that I can give you one last fantasy…my backside is quite wet for you to lick thanks to us, after all.”
“Oh my goddess,” he cried and she felt his little friend split her apart again.
She giggled and lowered her head with a debauched smirk of vivacious want. “Oh, yes I am.”
