Here you are, as though a dream come true. A bed softer and grander beyond imagination, walls decorated with luxuries worthy of royalty. Clean, white-painted walls with gold trimmings, decorated with emblems of a stylised sun you knew all too well. A dressing table sits to the side, used well by its owner, while more grand pieces of furniture sit around, organised well.
It is as if you are living your childhood fantasies, at long last. In the room of a prince you are, resting after an evening out in the land's finest establishments. When you had jokingly suggested hosting a tea party, he had taken fondness for the idea and suggested it be done where you like. No matter what the occasion was, really, any time you could afford to spend with him was a blessing. Especially since you got to ride a magnificent stallion around, yet another dream endemic to the youthful lass you once were, and are now indulging yourself in.
Laze on the bed you do, waiting for your prince to return. You hug his pillows, capturing just a tiny leftover of his strong, manly scent. Imagine all the evenings he had gone straight to bed after a full day of work, leaving his beads of sweat onto his pillow as he slept, perhaps indulging in some form of... relief to aid in the stress. How lewd. But no, you have to control yourself. You still have to wait for him.
As if answering your beckons, you hear the stepping of hooves approach. They grow slowly louder, each step timed with the beating of your heart. They approach, just outside the door. Any moment now.
One of the grand doors leading into the bedroom opens. First you see a leg, decorated in a gold shoe, take its first step in. Another follows with grace, yet such grace is also augmented by might worthy of a royal. The grand body follows, coloured a pure white, an image of a sun branded upon the back. Wings kept folded, Lord Celestia turns to face you, and a smile grows on his weary face.
"Good evening. I am sorry for having to cut our time out short, but I had matters to attend to."
A voice you could listen to for hours on end, soothing and deep. The only reason you needed to hold a conversation with him was so you could hear it for hours on end. You tell, him, it is no problem, for you two have the rest of the night to enjoy as you please.
"But of course, now, my lady, what would you like to do?"
He laughs a small bit, the oddity of his formality not lost on him. Then again, it pleases you, making you feel ever so special to be the lady of the land's lord. That aside, he is tired, and you would not want him sacrificing his rest time merely to entertain you. No, you aren't that sort. Being his lady, you do have to care for him, after all.
"You just want me to rest? Really, it is fine, would you have me fly you out to the skies to have a closer look at my brother's art? I could perhaps ask him a favour to put on a show for you, too-"
No. He is going to rest, that is all there is to it. Of course, what better way to encourage him than to offer a massage? With your more unique gifts, of course, you could tempt him with curiousity.
"Ah, a massage? With your hands? So I should lie down on my bed and let you get to work, then?"
His wide eyes seem to prove that it succeeded it capturing his interest. With a small sigh, he lies himself on the bed with you, his legs neatly folded under him. His strong muscles, cultivated over eons, tempt you so much into going wild with him, but you have a service to perform for your lord.
You fist begin with his neck, rubbing away to release his tension for the day. Immediately, his ears perk up, and he lets off a small grunt. With that voice, it is reward enough for you to do your very best if it meant you could hear more. You continue letting your hands run over his body, over his neck, back, and cutie mark, where he giggles a little in between grunts and sighs of relief. He appears ticklish, there.
While the somewhat warmer sun spot on him is pleasant to scratch, you have to move on.
"Aghh.. lie down on my back, you say?"
You move away to give him space to turn over. His legs hang in the air, and he looks rather confused, his mouth curled in an odd awkward smile, a juxtaposition to his regality that makes him all the more adorable .
"So, how are you going to work with my underside? I know of very few who-Ah!"
Perfect. To rub your hands over his belly was an urge you had to fight for a long time. His coat here is milder and finer to run your fingers through, all the better to scratch with. His ears twitch wildly on a head thrust back, mouth open and giggling.
"Oh, goodness-ah! To think a King would engage in such pasttimes-oooh!"
Reaction enough to be unrelenting. No stopping here now that you have him in your grasp. Playing with his underside, scratching and rubbing as you please, all is well, though if not for a slip of the hand, it would not have gone better.
"Oh, goodness. How uncouth of me, I hope you will excuse-"
No, no. It is fine, it was you, after all, who let a slip of the hand brush a little lower down his body than he expected. How awfully sensitive it is, for it reacted ever so quickly to your hand merely brushing against it, and was now a sight mightier than what it had been a few moments ago.
Hmm. Would he, perhaps, like another massage of sorts?
"Hmm? Oh, dear. Why, i-if you are offering..."
A flash of red marks his face, before he wipes it away with a grin.
"Truthfully, I have always been curious over how an act like this would take place. Perhaps you could give me a demonstration..."
He levitates a pillow behind his neck, supporting him enough to see all you do. Why, now that he is watching, you had best not disappoint.
With a single finger, you tease his tip, circling the edge as you watch his hind legs twitch. His breathing becomes rather laboured, as he struggles slightly to control his urge to beg for more. When you've had your fill of teasing him, with both hands you grab his shaft, eliciting a grunt stronger than any other massage of yours could. You squeeze a bit as he struggles to concentrate on watching you, as opposed to throwing himself back and indulging, or taking you right here and now. You move your hands up, then down, in a slow methodical manner, occasionally breaking the pace with a rapid burst of strokes whenever you felt like it, letting his spear of sunlight pulse and only grow ever more imposing.
Of course, that is not all your talents as a human. Right before him, you disrobe, slowly removing each piece of clothing, right down to your bra and panties. Ponies did not really wear clothes, which made your strip show to him seem rather alien, yet at the same time fascinatingly arousing. Moving back to him, you give him yet another experience - placing his point between your breasts, you use them to entertain him, though his grunts seem less than usual. Perhaps he tires?
Maybe so. In the lull you have created in working him with your chest, he seems to have found strength enough to turn you over with him, as you now lie under him.
"Why, I must thank a subject for their hard work, of course. It is only right that I, too, contribute. Now.."
He shifts himself so his head is right above the spot between your legs, which you now realise is so moist and achy that his favour is most timely. Right above you, his spear dangles, inviting you to join him as he begins licking you, tongue digging into your insides with skill built over centuries.
You have difficulty concentrating, such wonders he is working with but a mouth, but you cannot forget your obligation to your lord. As he digs into, eagerly lapping up the juices you spill for him, you take his spear into your own mouth, trying to imitate his expertise with your tongue. While surely, you would have no hope of equaling his skill, at least he appears to enjoy it, as his back legs buckle a little and threaten to fall onto you.
So much, he plays with your folds and insides, that now you are the one to break. Letting go of his shaft, you pull yourself away, laying on your back to present all you have to him as you rub a side of your chest, hoping to entice him into taking you. He looks a bit confused, however, and you realise you have to change your strategy to something he would be more familiar with. Putting yourself on all fours, you face away from him, lifting your butt up into the air.
"Oh? What is this? Do you offer yourself to me?"
You wag your butt around in response, then beg. Yes, you wish for the King to take his property, his right, and establish it as his own. You are his.
"Why, yes. You are, indeed, mine to do as I please. Now, bear yourself. The Sun's warmth, you will know personally."
The few moments as he slowly positions himself over you feel as if an eternity. He puts your head right in front of his own, just a little under. While he does not put his weight on you, you can feel the warm, fine coat of his belly brush against your back as he puts himself in place. He whispers into your ear, once all but one step is done.
"Good girl."
The tip goes right in, spreading your passage open for his magnificence. It feels so full, so warm, nothing else would feel as wonderful as this. Just as he moves in as deep as he perhaps dares, he nibbles onto your ear, forcing out the moan you had been holding back all this while.
"Do you accept it? The might of the Sun within you?"
You cannot answer with your mouth, as he begins his move, turning any attempt at coherence into a babbling mess of voice. Instead, you can only opt to buck your hips against his, desperate for more a living god could offer. Your mind is clouded, only thoughts of your lord, of being used by him, secured under his power as he so demonstrates within you, so much that you may as well be unconscious now, having been fucked to something not unlike a trance.
So much, he gives, that even as you go limp from being overwhelmed, he continues on you as you hang on from his spear within you. His is rather shaky now, he has become sloppy in playing with your ears, now opting for a simpler act of tugging at your hair with his mouth. He seems to enjoy how you grunt in rhythm with each of his pulls, yet struggle as well to moan with each thrust. Not that you could even pay attention to what you were enjoying. You were stuck in a world where only Lord Celestia was there, carrying you to the empyrean not by his wings, but by his masculinity.
After too short a time, he finally looses a grand moan, his breath tickling your ears as he finally gives in to the pleasures you have cultivated in him. His exalted body shakes, and finally spasms. A rush of what feels like plasma wells into you from him, the heat reminiscent of the glorious sun that gives life. You feel your lower bits shiver as well, and a rush of fluids come forth as your limbs once more go limp again, leaving you helpless as you squeeze Celestia, eager for even the tiniest more drop of his power. Yet, he is spent, and collapses upon you, the weight of his warm body like a large blanket wrapping you in safety of such strength.
With a great effort, he turns you around, then kisses you. His vigorous tongue digs now into your mouth, yet instead of the fervor spent on your lower bits, he passionately, yet gently, rubs it against yours. You find strength enough to respond in kind, giving yourself to him yet again.
"That was splendid.. love. Now, perhaps I should rest as you told me to. Would you care to join me, this time?"
What better a way to sleep then with your love?
