Princess Brighter Skies' personal diary

I am awoken from slumber by warmth on my lips.

Slowly opening my eyes, I am met with a glimmering cloud of blue; A mane of glittering stars filling all of my vision. Welcoming the sight, I let out a sigh of contentment; Signaling to her that her princess has woken.

Princess Luna is an incredibly romantic mare. Her movements always reflect, what are the things of the best novels.

Beyond being her student in ruling, she has taught me volumes in storybook romance. To which, I am honored to bestow upon her; the fruits of her teachings.

Her mane now drifting out of my eyes, reveal hers; closed and relaxed, as she wakes her princess with a kiss.

She and I always trade roles of the prince and princess, though she always starts our time together with me being; The sleeping princess being awoken by her prince.

Looking down, I see that she is already laying next to me. She; under the covers with me, having gently entered my bed without disturbing me. As if she had been here with me the entire time since we last drifted off to sleep together.

I have given my guards standing orders of access; of my chambers to my sisters, as well as Shot. They are the only ponies that have unquestioned permission to enter without my foreknowledge.

Breaking our chaste kiss, the lunar princess pulls away from my lips only a little.

The lunar princess's eyes opening; Shows me how much she missed being here. Behind her eyes, is a controlled torrent of passion. Gentleness and fire in equal measure, pushing against her self discipline to come to the surface.

Tonight though, they will. Her walls will come down. Those passions will safely consume her, and me in the process.

Staring into her eyes, I find myself being caught up in them. Having to discipline myself too, as to not lay myself bare to her immediately.

Reading each others eyes, we dare to bring our lips together again. Our trembling betraying our waning control.

As our lips meet, our heads tilt to line our muzzles up. With our lips parting; She sinks into my mouth, kissing me as deep as physically possible.

As I see her eyes close; the Lunar princess brings a foreleg up, and she wraps it around the back of my head, cradling it and holding me to her muzzle.

As our tongues dance and caress each others, sigh's and moans begin to fill our chests.

Reaching up to her head, I place my hand behind her ear. Signaling that I am ready to receive all that she has to give.

Continuing to attempt to fill every corner of my muzzle with hers, Luna's horn glows with a soft light. The answer to what she was casting becomes apparent as my folds feel a pressure against them.

Luna, bringing her other foreleg under my side and hooking over my shoulder; Begins to push her hips upward toward the head of the bed.

My vulva yields against the pressure put against it; taking the girth into me.

It hurts a little at first. The princess's cast member is always so thick, the spell reflecting the passion and desire within her.
Ever since I healed her moon's wounds, she held nothing from me. I've swam in her deepest oceans, tasted the remnants of darkness that she once fell into, and mingled with her very spirit. In fact, we will likely do so again this night.
The morning after she visits, I admittedly can't walk with the grace I usually do. It takes a day or so for even an alicorn to completely recover from such a thing.

A tear running down my cheek from the immediate discomfort, I pull my leg up and spread wide to make room for her.

With my insides struggling to expand to her shape; I moan sharply as she bottoms out and goes a little further, stretching me lengthwise was well.

Tonight, my lunar sister is taking the reins first. She must have had a trying month, to be so pent up I wonder?
Well talk and catch up later, now is the time of passion.

As fueled by desire as she is, she remains still as I acclimatize to her. With me feeling every heartbeat in every place, throughout.

Pulling out of my muzzle, she looks at me with a tender smile. A look that says she's glad to be home again inside me.

Taking my right arm, I reach under her left wing and run my hand over her barrel where her wing usually rests.

To this, Luna purrs a hum of contentment as my fingers comb through her coat there.

"My beautiful sister.." I whisper to her as I take in her eyes once more.

"As are you.." she purrs back to me in a soft voice.

As the moments pass with us lost in each others eyes, she begins:

Our bodies being connected; is only the first step on the journey we'll take together tonight. Her horn glowing again, she casts another spell. One that is in the restricted section of the Canterlot library. A spell that Celestia dares not cast. The princess has taught me the spell as well. But it is proper that the pony taking the dominant role is the caster. Tonight, that is the princess of the night.

When she imparted the knowledge of the spell unto me, she did it by placing her memory of learning the spell, into my own. Every time I think of the spell: I remember sitting in the restricted section of the Canterlot library, where I have never been.. Holding the scroll down with my blue foreleg, which I also have never had. It's effect is a built-in reminder of the disconcerting effects of the spell if misused to impart knowledge or more, every time I think of using it. My lunar sister was very clever in my teaching of this.

Beginning the spell, Luna's magic ebbs from her horn, and covers my own. Settling over my horn, it seeps into it; Mingling our magics together, and beginning a connection that few ponies would dare trust another to make.

The spell gives the caster access to the others mind and magic, and with it they can share feelings, thoughts, and sensations. It can also be misused in ways that are pretty dark.

By now, I can feel what she feels, and I'm aware of what she's thinking. Like stray thoughts, she is here with me.

Luna now being inside my mind, calls forth my magic to cast the same spell unto her; Desiring to deepen then connection further.

As my horn glows, my magic covers her own glowing horn. Her magic moving aside in places, gives my magic opportunity to seep into hers.

Closing our eyes, we embrace each other tightly.
With our heads over each others shoulders, we lay our horns against each others so the spells will last their longest.

Basking in our shared sensations, we lay there quietly breathing in sync.

As with all good things, this too comes to an end as the spell fades.

Reverting to two separate individuals again in mind, we're a little saddened that the others voice has left us.

After a connection so deep, we both have the same thoughts and words for each other for a short time. And moving as one, we roll me onto my back so the Lunar princess can do what we both want to happen next;

Belly to belly, it is time for the physical part of intimacy.
My adopting sister likes to watch me when we do this, no matter whom is the acting stallion.

I have to admit I do as well. Watching her eyes and expressions; Whether in the throws of passion, or driving the passion, I cherish watching her too.

Starting very slowly, she pulls herself back just enough to make little room inside me, then slowly pushes back in as far as she can go.

After a few repeated motions, she slides in all of her length.
To this, my view of the princess slides downward to the edge of my vision as my eyes roll back.

Another effect of being close as we've been for the last couple hours, is that my body has prepared itself for this moment without the stimuli that I'd otherwise need for such.

I don't get the flash of white light that I do with Shot, but when I do finally return to the universe around me; I find that my tongue is hanging out the side of my muzzle, and Luna is smiling knowingly at me.

Though the princess's cast member doesn't make any, the scent of seed is in the air. Courtesy of my own.

As the princess leans in for another kiss, I bring my hands up to massage one of her ears, as well as her horn.

Gasping in a lungful of air from mine, she lets out a moan into my mouth.

As I slide my hand across her horn, she starts to shift her hips from side to side.
Feeling her shifting around inside of me, I become even wetter than I already was.

While she is squirming atop of me, I use my own magic to fill and massage her marehood as well. Though it's not as good as the real thing, I can feel her getting wetter and warmer through my magic.

Taking my one hand from her ear, I bring it near to her shoulder wing joint. Clasping it around the leading edge gently; I run it across its length to the end.
Reaching the end, I repeat the motion again, slowly and smoothly.
This isn't erogenous per say. It's a form of paying tribute or adulation to another pegasi, and showing respect to their wing prowess.
It's not a flippant act, and in fact is a private form of worship in a sense.

We aren't above worshiping each other, not at all.

Massaging her in four different places at once, she reaches climax quickly, and her head falls from my muzzle onto the pillow.

As she lays there panting and catching her breath, I slowly taper off my ministrations. Of the three ways I was consciously doing anyway.

Wrapping my arms around her neck and barrel, I hold her to me as I sigh.

"My beautiful night princess.."

Taking deep breaths, she huffs;

"All...Yours..."

My heart always melts at those words.

It's then that I realize that I will not be walking easily tomorrow, nor get any more rest this night.
For the night is far from over.