What for the Queen of the Night in Heat?

“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.