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Luna and I have gone on what some may argue to be ‘dates’.
And while the time together during those ‘dates’ were well spent, and every second of those moments were invaluable. None of them were true, pure dates. In the sense that something else always served as some sort of cover for the time we spent together, as if we needed a ‘legitimate’ reason to spend time together besides the desire to simply spend time together.
Whether it be undergoing a dreamwalk, or sparring, or holding Night Court before anyone even showed for it, or the various numerous studies through both literature, magic, and constellations. It mattered not, we used those duties as excuses to steal moments of time.
Not this time.
No, this time it was to be a true date. No excuses or duties to hide behind — just us. I should be delighted, and downright excited. Instead, I was nervous.
The private room was perfect. Noctra had outdone herself. The dim lighting, the heavy curtains, and the simple but elegant thestral décor reminded me of Luna’s chambers with its deep blue tapestries and numerous lunar motifs. The restaurant owners had clearly taken great care to make their establishment feel special. Going as far as to reserve an entire room meant for large parties for this simple date while closing the rest of the establishment for the remainder of the night. Only Luna and I were to be served.
It was illogical to be anxious, and yet I was. Hells! I’m her consort. Luna and I have spent many days and nights together — shared moments of vulnerability and passion that forever entwined our hearts. We have already confessed and shared our love, and more!
But instead of appreciating the atmosphere, or eagerly awaiting Luna’s arrival, I was pacing. Pacing, and steadily growing closer to losing my nerve.
My boots scuffed softly against the polished stone floor as I marched back and forth, all the while I ran my hand through my hair over and over again in frustration. What was I even worried about? It wasn’t as though I’d never been alone with Luna before. We’d shared her bed for months, spent countless hours together in the quiet of her chambers or amongst mountains of texts or under her night sky. I’d even survived dancing with her in front of hundreds of ponies at Cadance and Shining Armor’s wedding.
And yet this somehow felt different.
“You’re going to wear a trench into the floor at this rate,” Noctra’s voice broke through my thoughts, dry and thoroughly amused.
I stopped mid-step, and turned to see her leaning casually against the doorframe. She looked relaxed, but the glint in her amber eyes told me she wasn’t here to let me pace about in peace.
“Noctra,” I exhaled heavily. “I don’t need an audience for this.”
“You don’t need to be pacing like a colt on his first date either,” she retorted, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. “What’s the problem, Sebastian?”
“Problem?” I repeated before throwing my hand up in exasperation. “There’s no problem. I’m just... thinking.”
“Uh-huh.” She walked over to me, her wings twitching slightly as she looked me up and down. “Let me guess. You’re overthinking this because you’re convinced it has to be perfect.”
I gave her a flat look. “Would you like to read my mind while you’re at it?”
She smirked. “No need. You’re an open book.”
Crossing my arms, I mentally pushed back the creeping anxiety. “This isn’t just any date, Noctra. It’s our first real date. No distractions. Nothing but... us. I don’t want it to go bad. I don’t want to mess it up.”
“And you won’t,” she said simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You know why?”
“I won’t waste our time by pretending you won’t tell me anyways, so go ahead and enlighten me,” I muttered.
“Because you know Luna,” she said, her tone softening. “And she knows you. This isn’t some noble mare expecting you to impress her with titles and politics. This is Princess Luna, your Luna. The one who let you preen her wings, who stitched you up after a hydra tried to kill you, and who picked you as her consort. Do you think she’s sitting in her chambers right now worrying about whether you’ll order the right wine?”
I couldn’t help but snort at that. “No. She’s probably making a list of ways to avoid the noble sycophants for the next Night Court.”
“Exactly.” Noctra’s grin widened, a hint of fang showing. “She doesn’t care about perfection, Sebastian. She cares about you. So stop pacing, and start focusing on what matters: giving her an evening to remember.”
Her words hit home. I let out a slow breath as I nodded. “Yeah. You’re right.”
“I usually am,” she said lightly, stepping back toward the door. “And remember: this isn’t Night Court or some political game. It’s just you and Luna. Be yourself, and you’ll do just fine.”
“Thanks, Noctra,” I said while gesturing towards the room. “For all this.”
“You’re welcome.” She paused at the door, her expression taking on a look of softness that looked almost entirely foreign on her. “You’re good for her, you know. Don’t forget that.”
Before I could reply, she slipped out, leaving me alone.
Alone, that is, until the door to the main hall opened and a vision of midnight blue elegance stepped inside.
Luna.
And suddenly, everything felt right.
Luna’s presence filled the room in a way that defied logic, as though the air itself bent to her will. She paused in the doorway as her gaze met mine. I momentarily forgot how to breathe as my eye took her in.
Her mane was braided.
A thousand thoughts raced through my mind in the span of a heartbeat. As of late I have seen Luna without the ethereal’s touch upon her mane, but never before I had I seen it braided so. Its deep midnight hue caught the soft candlelight and turned it into an inky cascade of silk. I could not help but to trace the pattern of the braid with my eye. From the top of her head, down to where it tantalizingly rested against her neck. The simplicity of it felt intimate in nature, as though it was a revelation she had chosen to share with me alone.
Then there was the dress.
I had never seen her in a dress before. She had not worn one at the Gala, or at the wedding. The dress had a high slit that revealed the graceful curve of her leg as she moved. The slit shone a flash of her fur that caught the light in a way that felt equal amounts regal, and alluring. Midnight fabric hugged her form. The dress flowing as if stitched from the night sky itself, its simplicity only serving to highlight her natural beauty. She had forgone the silver shoes, crown, and peytral she usually wore, leaving herself bare except for the soft glow of her coat and of course, the dress.
She didn’t need embellishments to command presence; she was presence.
“Sebastian,” she said, her voice warm and soft as her gaze met mine. There was something in her eyes — the usual glimmer of affection, yes, but also expectation, as though she was searching for my reaction.
I stood frozen for a moment, my single hand flexing by my side as if to gather my scattered thoughts into some form of coherence. "Luna," I finally managed, my voice coming out a bit rougher than intended. I cleared my throat and added, "You look… beautiful."
A faint blush colored her cheeks, and her lips curved in a small, but no less genuine smile. “Your words flatter me,” her tone was light and with an unmistakable note of pleasure. Her gaze swept over me then, lingering on the tailored outfit I’d chosen for the evening — a simple dark suit, elegant but not ostentatious. “And you, my moonlight, look most dashing.”
I tried to play it off with a modest shrug, but the compliment sent a warmth through me that I couldn’t quite hide. “I figured if you’re going to put all of Equestria’s nobility to shame tonight, the least I could do was try to keep up.”
Her laughter was soft and melodic, and filled the room like a song only I was meant to hear. “If I recall, it was Noctra who orchestrated this evening’s setting,” she teased, glancing around the room.
The restaurant was perfect, just as Noctra had promised. The reserved space exuded a quiet sort of sophistication, with its dark wood paneling, soft candle lighting, and faint hints of various spices and fruit lingering in the air. A single table awaited us in the center, adorned with a simple centerpiece of silver candles and wildflowers native to Hollow Shades. The atmosphere felt private yet welcoming, as though the entire establishment had been designed solely for this moment.
“She did,” I admitted. “And I’m glad she did.” I paused to admire her. “I wanted tonight to be special.”
Luna stepped closer, her expression softening. “It already is.”
The distance between us vanished as she took my hand in her hoof, guiding me toward the table. Her touch was cool and steady, grounding me in the moment as we approached the seats arranged for us. She didn’t sit right away, instead looking up at me with a quiet intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
“Thank you,” she murmured. “For this. For everything.”
“I’d do anything for you,” I replied without hesitation, and it was the absolute truth. She seemed to sense that, her smile deepening as she finally took her seat.
After seating Luna, I moved to sit across from her, but she held up a hoof to stop me. “No,” she said gently, motioning to the empty space beside her. “Tonight is for us, not for distance.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I moved the chair so as to be seated next to her, and felt the last remnants of my doubts disappear. This wasn’t Night Court or some field of battle. It wasn’t a political gathering or a mission.
It was just us.
Before I could speak again, the soft sound of hoofsteps approached, and a single thestral waiter entered the room. He was young, his coat a dark gray and his wings neatly folded at his sides. Bowing slightly, he smiled and spoke, “Good evening, your Highness. Consort. I’ll be taking care of you this evening.”
He gestured toward the table with a practiced elegance. “Shall we start with drinks?”
I glanced at Luna, and recalled Noctra’s advice. If this was about us — if this was about her — then I wanted to do this right. Leaning slightly toward her, I offered a small smile. “Why don’t you choose?”
Her eyes met mine with a faint gleam of approval as the corners of her lips curved upward. She turned to the waiter with a graceful tilt of her head. “We shall begin with fig wine,” she answered, “and for the meal: tonight’s specialty.”
The waiter nodded, his expression professional but his wings shifting slightly in what I suspected was approval. “An excellent choice, your Highness. I’ll bring the wine momentarily and allow you time to enjoy one another’s company while the meal is prepared.” With a respectful bow, he retreated, leaving us alone once more.
I turned back to Luna, only to find her already watching me with a soft intensity. The braided mane, the dress, the warmth in her gaze — it all felt like a dream I wasn’t entirely sure I deserved to be living. “You look incredible tonight,” the words slipped out without so much as a thought.
The approval in her expression deepened, but there was a flicker of something else — something darker, and far more enticing — in her smile. “I am glad you think so, my moonlight,” she murmured, her tone almost playful. “You’ve hardly taken your eye off me since I arrived.”
I didn’t even try to deny it. “Can you blame me?” I gestured vaguely toward her, unable to help the wry grin tugging at my lips. “You’re gorgeous.”
She tilted her head, letting the braid fall over one shoulder, and I couldn’t help but follow the movement. “It is not often I have such a reason to,” she replied, her voice dropping just enough to send a shiver of delight down my spine. “This evening is important to me, Sebastian. You are important to me.”
The weight of her words settled over me, and for a moment, I didn’t know what to say. Then, slowly, I reached across the small distance between us and brushed my fingers along the edge of her hoof. “You’ve made that very clear tonight,” I said softly, meeting her gaze. “I’ll try to do the same.”
Her smile softened, but the flicker of mischief remained. “Good,” she said, leaning slightly closer. “Because I quite enjoy seeing how I affect you.”
The way her voice dipped with that last word sent my blood pumping. I cleared my throat, trying to keep my composure. “You don’t exactly make it subtle.”
Her laugh was quiet, rich, and undeniably pleased. “Nor do I intend to.” She shifted slightly, the slit of her dress parting just enough to reveal the smooth curve of her hind leg beneath. My gaze flickered down before I could stop myself, and when I met her eyes again, her smirk had only grown.
“You’re cruel,” I said, my voice lighter than I felt. “We only just sat down.”
“I am generous,” she countered as she brushed her hoof along my arm. “After all, I aim to give you something to remember this evening by.”
“Something tells me I won’t forget it anytime soon,” I said, my words were far rougher than I intended.
Her expression softened, though the edge of teasing remained. “Good,” she said again, her tone quieter now.
Before either of us could speak further, the waiter returned with a bottle of dark, amber-tinted wine. He set two glasses before us with practiced ease, pouring just enough to swirl at the bottom of each. “Your fig wine, as requested,” he said with a bow. “I’ll leave you for now. Please, take your time.”
With that, he retreated once more, leaving the two of us with nothing but the faint candlelight and the quiet hum of the world beyond the walls.
I lifted my glass, letting the earthy, subtly sweet aroma waft toward me before taking a sip. It was smooth and a bit richer than I expected, and paired perfectly with the warmth of her presence beside me. But then again, her presence paired perfectly with everything.
Luna sipped hers as well, her eyes never leaving mine over the rim of the glass. When she set it down, her smile returned. But this time her smile was more intimate. “So tell me, my love. What are you thinking right now?”
I leaned in slightly, lowering my glass. “That I’m not sure what’s more intoxicating,” I said, holding her gaze. “The wine or you.”
The way her breath hitched — just barely — was worth every ounce of boldness it took to say the words. Her smile turned wicked, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. “Then perhaps I should give you more of both,” she murmured.
Her words lingered in the air, drawing the moment out, and I found myself unable to pull my gaze away. The way she leaned in, the subtle curve of her lips, the warmth in her eyes — she was playing with me, teasing me in a way that had my pulse quickening. I could feel the heat between us rise with each passing second, and it made every other thought fade away.
“You certainly have a way of keeping my attention,” I said, my voice low and steady despite the grip of desire firmly planted in my chest.
Her eyes never left mine, the hint of a challenge in her smile. “I only want you to focus on me tonight,” she purred, her voice a soft, melodic sound that made the rest of the world seem distant.
There was something in the air — something that tugged at me, urging me to move closer, to lean in and cross that invisible line. But I resisted. Instead, I let my eyes trail over her — lingering on the fabric of her dress. The way it clung to her and how the slit revealed just enough to make my mind race nowhere and everywhere. It fascinated me how Luna in a dress was somehow more alluring than in her regalia or even nude.
I caught her watching me with a playful glint in her eyes, as if daring me to keep going.
“You’re very bold tonight,” I said with a smirk, leaning in just enough for my breath to barely touch her ear. “Do you enjoy being this tempting?”
Her laugh was quiet, but it reached deep into me, making my chest tighten with anticipation. “Tempting?” she repeated softly, her voice laced with something darker, and far more sensual. “Perhaps I just enjoy seeing how much control you’ll surrender to me.”
The words sparked something inside me, and I found myself leaning closer, captivated by the way her presence seemed to overwhelm my senses. Her scent, the way her mane framed her face tonight, and the softness in her voice — it all made it impossible to ignore how much I wanted her.
“You know, I’m not one to surrender easily,” I said, my voice quieter now, the playful teasing giving way to something more serious.
Her eyes darkened just a fraction. “I think you’ll find, Sebastian,” she murmured, her lips just barely brushing the side of my neck, “that with me, surrendering might be the most thrilling thing you’ve ever done.”
I felt the heat flood my body at her words, and for a moment, I could barely think past the rush of desire building between us. But just as I was about to close the distance, the waiter returned, and broke the spell.
He set the bowl of hearty chestnut and wild mushroom stew down in front of us, the rich aroma wafting up, cutting through the tension. It was served with two smaller bowls and a basket of freshly baked dark rye bread.
Luna’s eyes flickered to the meal, her attention shifting momentarily from our flirtation to the food. Still, there was something unmistakable in her gaze as she glanced back at me — something that promised that this was far from over.
I picked up the large bowl, the steam from the stew curling around me, and looked at Luna, smiling softly. “I suppose we should eat before the evening becomes too intense,” I said, not entirely sure I believed my own words at that moment.
Her grin deepened, her eyes now playful but still full of that magnetic pull. “We can always pick up where we left off afterward,” she teased, the hint of challenge still in her voice.
Without waiting for her to speak further, I heeded Noctra’s advice, and served her first. I reached for the smaller bowl with my magic and began ladling the stew into it. While my magic was calm and orderly, my thoughts were anything but. I set the bowl down in front of her, taking in the way the soft glow of the candlelight made her dress shimmer just slightly as she reached for her spoon with her own magic.
“This looks incredible,” she said, her voice filled with quiet appreciation as she picked up her spoon. The way she leaned in to take a bite had me captivated all over again, the delicate motion of her lips betraying the pleasure she took in something so simple, but still so intimate. “It tastes as good as it looks.”
“I’m glad,” I said while taking my own spoon to taste the stew. It was rich and earthy, the roasted chestnuts adding a subtle sweetness that balanced the hearty mushrooms. The stew’s warmth spread through me, although I didn’t need it, given Luna’s proximity.
Her shoulder brushed against mine as she leaned closer to the table, her mane shifting slightly with the motion. The braid was intricate, and stark contrast to the flowing etherealness I had come to associate with her. It suited her in ways I hadn’t imagined.
“Your hair looks beautiful tonight,” I murmured, taking heart in Noctra’s advice to hold nothing back.
She turned to me, her smile softening into something more tender. “Do you like it?” she asked, her voice quieter now.
I nodded, letting my gaze linger. “I’ve never seen it like this before. It suits you.”
Her cheeks flushed faintly, the sight making my heart warm further. “My sister insisted on braiding it,” she admitted. “She said it would… ‘enhance’ the evening.”
I raised an eyebrow, very much surprised. “Celestia braided your hair?”
“Indeed,” she said with a quiet laugh. “I didn’t realize she had such a skill. But it seems she was right — it has your attention.”
I chuckled, taking another bite of stew. “She knows what she’s doing. But I think my attention was yours long before the braid.”
Her eyes met mine again, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. The air between us felt heavier now, charged with something that had been building steadily all evening.
We finished the stew in comfortable silence, the meal nearly as satisfying as the company. The dark rye bread was warm and soft, perfect for soaking up the last of the broth. When the bowls were empty, Luna leaned back slightly, her wine glass levitating to her lips.
“You’re quite fond of thestral cuisine I see,” she said as she watched me over the rim of her glass.
“I blame you for that,” I said with a smirk. “You have excellent taste.”
She laughed softly at that, and placed her hoof lightly on my thigh. “And here you are flattering me again.”
“And once again, it’s not flattery if it’s true,” I countered, my voice dropping slightly at her touch.
The way her gaze darkened told me she noticed. She set her glass down, her magic emptying the remainder of the bottle into our glasses. “Then tell me, my consort,” she said, her voice as smooth as the wine we were drinking. “What truths do you wish to share tonight?”
I leaned closer, my lips almost brushing her ear as I whispered, “That you’re the most beautiful mare I’ve ever seen, and that dress is making it very hard to focus on anything else.”
Her sharp intake of breath sent a thrill through me. She turned her head just enough that her lips were dangerously close to mine. “Good,” she whispered back, her eyes half-lidded. “Because I wore it with the intention of distracting you.”
It was impossible not to smile at that, though it felt more akin to a predatory grin. “Then consider me thoroughly distracted.”
Her hoof slid higher on my thigh, her touch firm yet teasing. “Only distracted?”
“Tempted,” I corrected, my voice huskier now. “Very, very tempted.”
The last of the wine disappeared from my glass, and I set it down with deliberate slowness. Luna followed suit, her gaze never wavering from mine.
Her horn glowed briefly, and a large purse of bits appeared on the table. She dropped it there without any ceremony or care for overpayment, her focus entirely on me. “Take me back to our room,” she said, her voice velvet and steel. “Now.”
A stray thought snuck through my mind — that purse probably holds more bits than this place earns in a week. I shoved the stray thought aside, and focused my mind on our room. With a whispered incantation, my magic surged, and the room around us dissolved in a cascade of light.
In an instant, we were home, standing at the edge of our bed. The crackling hearth painted the room in rippling shadows, and the flicker of firelight turned her dress into molten gold. She eased herself down onto the mattress with fluid elegance. Luna’s eyes locked to mine with an intensity that made me forget every problem that ever had, or ever could exist.
Luna stretched languidly across the sheets, her movements deliberate and graceful, each shift of her body calculated to draw me in. The fire gilded her fur and mane, her movements slow enough to savor as her braid tumbled over her shoulder in a silken wave. The high slit in her gown fell just so, parting just enough to tease the curve of her flank as she moved. Her gaze smoldered, filled with heat, challenge, and promising things no words could half-way convey.
“Come closer, my moonlight,” she purred, her voice a velvet leash that was impossible to resist.
I moved as though guided by something beyond her words, my suit slipping from me with a grace I didn’t recognize, and didn’t need to. Now bare, I knelt behind her on the bed, my gaze following the line of her dress as my hand traced its path. My fingers brushed the fur peeking through the parted slit, and she gasped softly — a sound so delicate, so breathless, that it set something deep within me alight.
That sound was intoxicating. Divine. A melody so pure that I knew for certain that I could never tire of hearing it, that I could never stop craving the way her body stirred beneath my touch.
“The braid,” I murmured, fingers brushing the intricate weave draped over her shoulder. The style was new — elegant, refined, and challenging me to unravel it.
“Do you like it?” she asked, her voice carrying a teasing lilt.
I tightened my grip just enough to draw a quiet moan from her lips as I gave the braid a gentle tug. “It’s beautiful,” I admitted, leaning closer to brush my lips against the sensitive base of her neck. “But I think I’ll enjoy undoing it more.”
Her soft laugh turned into a sharp inhale as my hand drifted lower, pulling the slit of her dress further apart. Half-concealed in the firelight’s glow, she was beauty and power wrapped in silk. It was almost too much to bear, seeing her so poised, so ready, and yet still teasingly withheld.
“Sebastian…” she whispered, her voice tremulous with anticipation.
I moved closer, positioning myself directly behind her. With deliberate care, I spread the slit of her dress further, the slit of her dress now open enough for my hand to explore her flanks fully. My fingers caressed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and the shiver that rippled through her sent a matching tremor through me.
Her breath caught. Her fur darkened beneath my touch. Slowly, seamlessly, her pupils narrowed into slits — a subtle transformation that blurred the line between Luna, the princess, and something far more primal.
“Do not tease,” she growled, her tone low and commanding, sending a pulse of heat through me.
Her hips pressed back against mine, the movement deliberate, and very much impatient. So, I teased further. My fingers grazed higher, trailing along the soft curve of her flank before tracing, and then dipping a single finger into her pussy. Her moan broke free — raw, unfiltered, and utterly perfect — a sound that tangled around my thoughts and refused to ever let go. Her tail flicked aside in provocation, a motion that fully revealed herself to me.
It was an invitation I couldn’t resist. I guided myself forward, the heat of her beckoning as my cock kissed her entrance. She drew in a sharp breath, and her body tensed as I pushed in slowly, fully.
The sensation of her — hot, silken, and impossibly tight — overwhelmed every sense I had. A sound escaped me that sounded somewhere between a sigh, and a moan. Luna gasped, her wings briefly flared wide with a suddenness that caught the firelight, each feather illuminated in a way that left me breathless.
"Deeper," she demanded as her wings snapped shut, her voice thick with unrestrained need and trembling on the edge of desperation.
My hand tightened on her hips as I obeyed, pressing deeper, filling her inch by inch. Her body yielded, her pussy stretching to take me fully. The guttural growl that tore from her throat as I filled her completely was raw and electric, a sound that seared itself into my mind.
“Sebastian…” she gasped, her voice breaking on my name as I began to move.
My pace was slow and deliberate at first. I savored the exquisite way our bodies connected, the way her body shuddered with each motion. Every thrust felt like a revelation, the way her muscles clenched around me, the way her breath hitched and escaped in broken sighs. But Luna was not one for patience. She bucked her hips, her braid swinging wildly as I caught it in my hand.
Her response was immediate — a sharp cry that melted into a low throaty moan. “More,” she demanded, her voice an intoxicating blend of command and plea, a siren’s call in the form of a singular word.
I obliged, pulling the braid taut as my rhythm quickened. Her body met mine in a wild symphony of motion, her movements fierce and insistent. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through us both. Her moans grew louder, dissolving and blending into a melody of incoherent sounds and raw ecstasy.
Her fur darkened under the firelight, her growls deepened, and her fangs flashed with each deep breath. She was fully letting go, embracing the side of herself that was wild, primal, and utterly captivating. Her untamed passion fed into and fueled my own.
“You’re mine,” she growled, her voice raw, her claim as undeniable as the heat burning between us.
"Always," I answered, my voice rough and heavy with desire. My fingers tightened around her braid as I pulled her closer, driving deeper into her. Her cry filled the room, sharp and urgent, echoing back to me in waves that set my nerves alight.
The firelight bathed her in flickering shadows and golden hues, painting her sweat-slicked body in an otherworldly glow. Her hips moved with a fervor that left no room for restraint, grinding against me with a wild, untamed rhythm that drew me ever closer towards climax. She was intoxicating — a creature of raw passion and unrelenting beauty, her movements demanding my every ounce of attention.
The room was alive with the sounds of her pleasure — moans and growls that found a way to grow sharper and more primal with each passing moment. Every sound she made, every shift of her body, was a call I couldn’t resist.
Her braid, now half-undone from my earlier pulls, swung in time with her movements. It brushed against her shoulder as her cries became more guttural, her voice dropping into a tone that sent shivers through me. She growled my name, each syllable laced with equal parts demand and need, and I answered her with every thrust and every touch.
The night felt infinite, the world beyond us forgotten as I gave myself over to her entirely. Luna was everything in that moment — a force of nature, a storm, and the moonlight guiding me through it. Her unrelenting passion consumed me, and I surrendered willingly, lost in her embrace.
“More, Sebastian,” she commanded, her voice threaded with authority, though it faltered with the edges of a moan.
I tightened my hold on her braid, pulling her head back just enough to expose the graceful line of her neck. The sharp gasp that escaped her lips was music to my ears, accompanied by a dramatic flare of her wings. Their span, majestic and quivering in the firelight, was a sight so breathtaking it nearly pushed me into an early climax. Leaning forward, I let my lips graze the sensitive curve of her neck before biting down gently where it met her shoulder.
Her response was visceral. She bucked against me, her hips driving back with an intensity that matched her growl. Her fangs glinted dangerously in the flickering light. “Yesss,” she hissed, her approval dripping from every syllable.
I gave her everything. My pace quickened, raw and unrelenting, as I slipped my left arm around her neck. The leverage was perfect. The position granting me new leverage to pull her closer, her body arching into me as I fucked her deeper still. The heat of her body, the way she tightened around me, was an intoxicating blend of pleasure and power that pushed me well past reason and towards climax.
“Mine,” she growled, her voice feral, claiming me in a way that left no room for doubts.
“Yours,” I answered, the word torn from me in a voice hoarse with lust, just as her trembling began.
Her body stiffened, her breath hitching as her moan swelled into a crescendo. The pulsing grip of her pussy around my cock sent a cascade of raw sensation through every nerve, dragging me into my climax with a force that stole all semblance of thought. Like a prayer, I groaned her name. My voice ragged and unrestrained, as I tightened my arm around her neck and pulled her flush against me. For a heartbeat, there was nothing but her — her heat, her trembling form, and the sheer intensity of our shared climax.
Time seemed to fracture, the moment stretching endlessly, filled only with our shared euphoria. Slowly, her wings lowered, their trembling stillness folding against her back as the tension melted from her frame. I released her, my arm falling to my side, and she slumped forward onto our bed. Her breaths came in quick, shallow bursts.
I eased my cock from her, the loss of her heat strikingly sharp as I collapsed beside her. She rolled onto her side to face me, her fur glistening with the sheen of exertion. Her eyes, sharp and slitted moments ago, began to soften, and their fierce glow gave way to something gentler. A satisfied smile curved her lips, her fangs still visible but less pronounced in the flickering light.
Reaching out, I brushed some stray locks of her mane that had escaped her braid from obscuring her face, my fingers lingering on her damp cheek. “You’re incredible,” I murmured, my voice still rough with the haze of bliss.
Her smile deepened as she shifted closer, her body molding effortlessly against mine. “As are you, my moonlight,” she murmured, her voice a purr of languid satisfaction.
She placed her hoof over my chest, lightly tracing the scar above my heart as her muzzle found its way to the crook of my neck. Her touch, gentle yet firm, soothed the lingering wildness within me. I matched her gesture, placing my hand over the scar on her chest. Beneath my palm, her heart’s rapid rhythm began to slow, matching the calm that was beginning to overtake us. With a quick application of unicorn telekinesis, I drew the blanket over us, her contented sigh filling me with warmth even as the sweat cooled on my skin.
For a long moment, we remained there, basking in the quiet intimacy of the aftermath. Her mane had come completely undone, spilling over the pillows in a cascade of silken strands. I smiled at the sight, marveling at her beauty, and she caught my gaze. Leaning in, she kissed me, her lips soft and lingering, her fangs brushing teasingly against my own.
“Rest now,” she whispered, her voice as soothing as a lullaby. “This night is ours, and there’s no need to rush.”
I held her close, the fire’s faint glow painting our chamber in soft hues. Beyond these walls, nothing mattered — not time, not the world, only the distilled perfection of this moment.
In the tangle of our bed, the weight of reality fell away, leaving only love and the faint echo of passion. Exhaling, I let the truth spill from my lips. “I love you.”
Her lips curved into a smile against my neck, her reply like the softest of caresses. “I love you too.”
Her voice, her presence, her being — Luna was all that ever was, all that ever mattered, all I’d ever need.
It had been a perfect date.