What for the Queen of the Night in Heat?

“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.