Moonstone 19 – Pillow Talk

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'Hmm... A mare could get used to this.' The thought brought a sense of warmth to Fleur's mind as her eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing the pre-dawn amber glow of Luna's private quarters. She stretched languidly, her muscles singing with joy as her back brushed up against Luna. Fleur felt the covers shift in response to her movements, and in a heartbeat, she found herself wrapped in the Princess's embrace.

“Good morning, Fleur.” Luna moaned softly as she began kissing up and along her neck. Fleur groaned in response, stretching underneath Luna once more.

“Good morning, my love… Did you sleep well?”

“You know I don’t sleep much, Fleur.” Luna teased as she gently kissed her cheek. "Besides, I'd much rather spend the night holding onto you, or just watching over you."

“And reading.” Fleur muttered, noting a previously-unseen tome sitting open at a nearby table.

“Only when you snore.”

“I do not snore!” Fleur said in mock outrage, adding in a playful shove to Luna for good effect.

Luna simply pressed her advantage further, landing kiss after kiss along Fleur's neckline. “Trust me, you snore like a lumberjack, or perhaps an old farmpony.”

“Sto-ho-hop!” Fleur struggled, squirming underneath Luna’s incorrigible advance. 'Well, if you don't stop, that's ok too...' Luna continued kissing and teasing until Fleur felt her desire slowly bubble to life as Luna's lips continued to tease her. She lifted her hooves into Luna’s mane, urging her to continue; Luna's playful look turned smoky in an instant as her kisses became slower and deeper, making Fleur’s eyes flutter closed once more.

And yet, through the haze of early-morning arousal and desire, a sobering thought latched onto the back of her mind, and despite her body's wishes to the contrary, it refused to be ignored. She pulled Luna’s head up with a slight groan, drawing their lips together for one last, deep kiss. Once their lips parted, she met Luna’s gaze, her own expression serious.

“We need to talk.”

“I suppose we do.” Luna nodded, slowly lifting herself up and off of her. Fleur rolled out from beneath her, slipping off of the bed entirely. Fleur's nose scrunched lightly as she looked herself over. 'But first, a shower.' She cast a pleading glance over her shoulder at Luna before flicking her eyes towards the bathroom.

“Go ahead and get it started,” Luna waved her off with a brave smile. “I’ll join you in a moment.”

Fleur nodded and went to start the shower, turning the water on nice and cool to wake her mind – and calm her arousal. She could feel her grogginess melt away under the chill stream of water as it soaked into her body. When her mane was thoroughly soaked, she slowly turned and lifted her tail, humming contentedly as the nearly cold water soaked into her haunches. By the time she had soaked all the way through, Luna joined her in the shower, shuddering a little as she slid under the cold water as well.

“You realize,” Luna cooed. “We’re going to have to warm one another up after this.”

“While I don’t doubt that,” Fleur kissed Luna’s neck gently. “We have to have a talk first.”

“I know, I know…” Luna sighed and nuzzled into her mane gently. “At least let me shampoo your tail.”

“Oh don’t you think you’re stepping out of this shower without doing that.” Fleur turned her back to Luna, swishing her tail out to playfully whip the princess’ flank. “And don’t think I’m not going to warm you up either.”

“There’s the Fleur I know and love.” Luna chuckled, pulling the bottle of shampoo off of the small shelf and setting to work.

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When they stepped out and dried off, Fleur went to sit before the dark fireplace, with Luna joining her moments later. Fleur looked up at Luna with a somewhat wary smile as she sat down next to her. That same question was clawing at the back of her mind, demanding an answer.

“Luna, what did you say to Fancy Pants?”

“Ah. That.” Luna’s smile faded a little, as she drew in a deep breath.

“Following our return from the expo, I had three days to spend doing some research. I saw fit to make a quick return trip to Trottingham so Fancy Pants and I could have a little discussion. As I’m sure you know, exposing our relationship to him held quite a few risks, including our relationship being exposed to the public.”

“I was worried about that…” Fleur admitted, though her lips curled into a slight frown. “Fancy Pants has a good amount of political pull; he could make some waves if he wanted to.”

“Exactly. So, I had to ensure that Fancy would do no such thing... Or if he ever did, his claims would be invalidated.”

“Okay…” Fleur rolled a hoof. “So what did you do?”

“Well, I had originally planned to threaten him with exile,” Luna shook her head slowly. “… Until Quill got a second look at his Trottingham accounts. It seems your ex-husband has been skimming a little off the top for his own personal funds.”

“You can’t be serious.” Fleur was taken aback. “He's an unfaithful wretch, but he would never-“

“Except he is. And has been, both him and Melody. For about three years now. I wish it weren’t true, but it seems as if his cheating on you wasn’t just for a change of pace in the bedroom.” Luna sighed and hung her head. “Both he and Melody have embezzled over ninety thousand bits from Trottingham's charities over the last three years.”

“Wow.” Fleur blinked. "I handled the Canterlot accounts personally, but I had at least a passing knowledge of the others..." Fleur looked despondent. "Yet I never knew... Never even suspected! I could have stopped this years ago!"

“Don't blame yourself, Fleur. He hid it well, since it took this long for anypony at all to notice it.” Luna looked back up at her again. “Fancy is a terrible pony. I had half a mind to just banish him outright… But I’d rather watch him squirm a little.”

“So what did you tell him?” Fleur asked, halfway dreading the answer.

“Nothing major Fleur, I assure you. I traded his assurance that he’d keep our secret for me not exiling him for his crimes. Furthermore, the Trottingham school division would be receiving a sizeable anonymous donation… Right about ninety thousand bits, to be specific.”

“I see…” Fleur breathed a sigh of relief. “But, if he's already done this much, how do we know he'll keep his word?”

“Oh, he will. Unless he wants to commit career suicide.” Luna nodded. “I retained the ledgers and receipts that showed his treachery, and I also had Quill make duplicate copies, just in case. Should Fancy decide to expose our secret, I’ll expose his. Then it’ll be the word of a Princess with hard, factual evidence against the word of a renown gossip hound that cheated on his own wife for years.” Luna gave a soft chuckle. “Trust me, Fleur, we have him by the balls, Fleur.”

“Well, in that case, we don't have much," Fleur said with a hint of sarcasm. “Still, I'm a bit relieved. I thought for a moment you had actually exiled him or something.”

“Nothing that drastic, I assure you.” Luna shook her head softly. “Though I was sorely tempted to do it anyway, considering what he did to Melody…”

“How is she, by the way?” Fleur asked with a tone of genuine concern.

“She made a full recovery, thankfully," Luna said with a relieved smile. Last I heard, she threw Fancy out, and the museum no longer works with him at all. It's a shame, in an odd way." Luna shook her head a bit. "Embezzlement aside, those two worked well together; they made a lot of money for those charities."

“Even the biggest piece of shit might have a small nugget of gold buried in it.” Fleur grumbled. “At least Melody recovered. I wouldn't wish such an injury on anypony.”

“She’s still a bit shell-shocked from the ordeal, but she's doing fine overall." Luna gave Fleur a sly wink. "Though I think she'll take a pass on suspension techniques in the future."

“So hold on a moment…” Fleur frowned up at Luna. “How did you do all of this without my knowing?”

“You forget, my love. We each had three days to ourselves when we returned from the expo.”

“And you made it to Trottingham, spoke with Fancy, checked up on Melody, and I’m assuming had Quill discover all of this information during your time there?”

“Well, to be honest, Quill had taken it upon himself to discover Fancy’s embezzlement. Curse that pony for his resourcefulness; he usually finds something to dig up on everypony.”

“And now I suppose he has a leg up on us as well,” Fleur deadpanned. Luna chuckled and lifted a shoulder.

“So does Aurora, but I don’t see her waving the invoices for my equipment purchases at the socialites of Horseshoe Bay. They may take time to find, but there are always a few ponies worth placing your full trust in.” Luna slipped off of her couch and crossed the space between them, curling up beside Fleur. Fleur nuzzled into her mane, sighing softly.

“You can usually tell which ponies are trustworthy and which ones aren’t.” Luna laid her chin on top of Fleur’s head as she continued. “It’s the ones that will look you in the eye and tell you the truth; whether you need to hear it or not.”

"Do you trust me, Luna?"

“Implicitly,” Luna replied. “Even when you had barely any idea what a dom and sub were, you were never afraid to look me in the eye and tell me what you wanted, or what was too much.”

“I never had to—”

“Shush.” Luna teased. “You have always been up-front with me, Fleur... A trait that you displayed more than ever when you stood up to me two days ago. I still feel terrible for ever following my sister’s plan, and I hope that you’ll come to forgive me for doing that to you.”

“You’re already forgiven, Luna.” Fleur whispered, turning her head just enough to kiss Luna’s cheek tenderly. “Just don’t do something like that again; at least not without at least discussing it with me.”

“Deal.” Luna chuckled, turning her lips just enough to capture hers. They kissed tenderly for a few moments, but there were still a few things on Fleur’s mind. She pulled away from the soft touch with a shaky breath, as she lovingly gazed into Luna's brilliant eyes.

“About this marriage…”

“Yes, we should talk about that as well.” Luna sighed and closed her eyes. “Perhaps ‘marry’ wasn’t the best term to use.”

“No, no, not at all! I… I want to.” Fleur sputtered for a moment. She rolled onto her back so she could look directly up at Luna without craning her neck. “I want to marry you, Luna. But… Do we want to make it public? Do we want to expose ourselves to all of Equestria like that? The gossip and rumor will be unending... And that's without even thinking of any consequences to the Crown itself.”

Luna looked down at her for a long while, and Fleur could almost see the debate raging behind her eyes. Her brow drew down until she slowly closed her eyes and shook her head.

“No, Fleur… I don’t want to put that sort of pressure on either of us, and that goes doubly for you. Cadance and Shining Armor were able to marry as they did because they’re already two well-known ponies. Being seen together isn’t an issue for them. But for one half of the diarchy to be intimately involved with a socialite from the highest circles of Equestrian society... I’d hate to go so far as to call it ‘improper’ since we don’t have any laws forbidding it, but you understand how drastic the response to such a proclamation would be.”

“I understand all too well,” Fleur sighed. 'Is it so much to want to declare your love for another? We've come this far, yet we have to stop on the threshold?'

“That’s why,” Luna leaned back in, whispering into Fleur’s ear. “I’m going to keep you my little secret.”

“L-Luna?”

“I want to marry you, Fleur. I want to call you mine and hold you each and every night for the rest of your life… And I will not let the trappings of either your social status or my crown to stop us. So we’ll marry in secret; just you, me, maybe Quill or Aurora, and nopony else.” Luna kissed her cheek, slowly lowering herself until they were pressed tight. “I love you, Fleur, and I want to make that love official. It would be the greatest moment of my existence to make my vows to you, and to receive yours in turn.”

“But, what about my friends?” Fleur whimpered. “What could I possibly tell them? Everypony already knows you and I are friends and we spend a lot of our time together… To be honest, I'd be surprised if they didn't already assume that we were an item by now. Still, they're my friends, Luna. Do you really expect me to live a lie like that?"

“I wouldn’t call it ‘living a lie,’ Fleur. Just as I trust Aurora and Quill, I’m sure there are a few friends of yours that you can trust in a similar manner.” Luna cooed soothingly.

'Well, I do trust Gemstone, but to trust her with this...' Fleur's frown only grew deeper.

“Still… If we marry, I'd certainly like to live with my spouse, as I'm sure you also would. But you know as well as I do that if I moved into the castle, it would spark gossip the likes of which we’ve never seen.”

“As much as I'd love that, it'd be impossible; we’d be exposed almost immediately.” Luna sighed and gingerly stroked Fleur’s mane, nuzzling close for a few moments. “There are questions like that I honestly cannot answer, Fleur. I do want to live with you, but I’m not opposed to you staying at your home; at least until we figure something out.”

“And even if we do figure out where we'll live, there's still my work, and my relationships with the charities, and about a dozen other problems besides. I… I don’t know, Luna, there’s just so much to answer…”

“Relax, Fleur.” Luna soothed her with a soft sound. “We’ll figure it out… We always do. And besides,” She pulled back to smile down at Fleur. “It will take some time for Quill and Aurora to get away from things to make it here for the wedding.”

“They’re attending?” Fleur felt a blush rise to her cheeks. “I… I can’t ask that of them.”

“You’re not the one asking, Fleur.” Luna teased. “I am. They’re my friends, and I want them present when we say our vows. I know for a fact Quill’s busy with another convention right now, followed by an extensive contract negotiation. Aurora’s pretty open as long as she has ample warning, but still, it’s going to take them four to five months before they’re able to travel up here.”

“That long?” Fleur mulled it over for a moment. “Well, that does give us at least four months to figure this all out…”

“You didn’t expect to marry me tomorrow, did you?” Luna teased, leaning in to nip at Fleur’s neck. “You’re so eager.”

“W-well, not exactly…” Fleur stammered, her heart leaping against her ribcage. “I… I just… Oh, nevermind.” She leaned in, planting her lips firmly against Luna’s. When she pulled away, it was with a smile. “We'll figure this out together, somehow. Isn't that what married couples do anyway?"

“I guess we'll find out won't we?” Luna leaned in to whisper into Fleur’s ear. “My Fiance.”

Fleur felt the tears of joy come on, even as she wrapped her forelegs around Luna once more. They embraced warmly, both mares crying tears of pure joy. 'So long as I live, I will never forget this moment.' Fleur thought as she wept into Luna's embrace. Luna raised her head for a moment before pulling her into a deep, warm kiss, and Fleur felt her heart skip in an instant. 'But I know how we can make this even more memorable.'

The fire in her core leapt to life as soon as she cautiously poked her tongue out, only to be met with Luna’s in an insistent back-and-forth dance. Fleur could already feel the arousal dripping into the soft fur around her haunches as their kiss finally broke. She looked up at Luna with lust-filled eyes, and the look she got in return nearly melted her on the spot.

They were not the eyes of a princess, or even the eyes of her fiance.

The almost unnaturally bright eyes that stared back at her were the eyes of her mistress.

“Go get your collar, Fleur.” Luna breathed into her ear, finishing the exhalation with a soft nip. “We’re going downstairs.”

“Yes. Please, yes.” Fleur panted. As Luna slid off the couch, Fleur felt her self-control quickly evaporate in the suddenly cool air. Her legs were quivering, and she could feel her haunches twitching with desire. Luna padded towards the elevator, while Fleur went to hunt down the collar she had batted away two days ago. She found it where they had left it, on the floor in front of a book shelf. She sighed contentedly as she wound the leather band around her neck and secured the clasp.

It was like slipping into a second skin. Fleur’s doubts and anxiety were gone. She wasn’t worried about the social repercussions of a wedding or her lecherous ex-husband’s treachery. Gone was her fear of being exposed to the public and cast out for being a pervert and a deviant. Her frets and qualms became nothing in light of one single, indisputable truth:

She must please her mistress, or there would be consequences.

“I’m ready, mistress.” Fleur bowed her head before Luna, who lifted her chin to level their eyes.

“We’ll see about that, my little pet.” Luna purred, pulling Fleur around by her chin and into the lift.

The ride down to the basement was torturous. Luna stood behind her in the cramped space, her breast pressed up against the dock of Fleur’s tail. Her entire back end was throbbing with each heartbeat, and she could almost feel her outer lips pulsing with each hurried breath. Luna would shift her chest forward at random to put extra pressure on Fleur's tailhole, eliciting soft mewls of pleasure, and the steady drip of arousal onto the floor.

Fleur was nearly on the verge of begging for release when the lift finally came to a stop. 'But if I've learned anything, it's that patience has its rewards with Luna.' Luna wasted no time in pushing Fleur out of the lift and down the hall. Fleur was by now very familiar with the layout of the lower level, and she couldn't suppress a devious grin when she saw Luna turn towards one of her favorite rooms.

The room was stark white, but warmly lit. The center of the room was dominated by a large bed that could easily double as a base for complex and intricate binds and suspensions. The pegboard walls surrounding it were covered in a multitude of gear and equipment, including body harnesses, whips, gags, rope, chains, vibrators, and a myriad of other tools. 'I do so love this room...' Fleur's blood was nearly simmering in her veins as she recalled the many wet and lewd sessions she had shared with Luna in that room.

“On the bed.” Luna growled, pushing Fleur forwards. Fleur trotted forward obediently and leaped up onto the bed with practiced ease. Her hooves had barely made contact with the textured plastic surface when Luna’s magic wrapped around her body and flipped her onto her back. "Oof!" She hit the bed with a thud as the breath was driven from her lungs in an instant. Luna stood just off to the side, looking down at her with a devious smile painted across her mouth. Her tongue poked out as she slowly licked her lips, her eyes flickering up to Fleur’s face for half a moment.

“Hooves up.”

“Yes, mistress.” Fleur panted, lifting all four of her hooves into the air. Luna's magic gripped them immediately, securing her hooves very tightly into the intricate buckles and cuffs. When Luna was finished, Fleur’s hind legs had been lifted up and above her head, and her forelegs stood straight up against the headboard. Other than straight ahead, the only other direction that she could comfortably look was straight down...

...Which just so happened to offer her an unfettered view of her glistening, flared marehood.

And all of the devious things Luna was going to do to it.

“Look at this, Fleur.” Luna cooed, one of her hooves rising to stroke the inside of her thigh, close to the apex of her desire. “You’re positively dripping… I bet you want me to do something about this, don’t you?”

“Yes, please Mistress…” Fleur whimpered, watching Luna’s hoof press into her leg in slow, small circles.

“How badly do you want it, my pet?”

“So badly, Mistress. I’ll do anything.”

“I’m sure you would, Fleur. Tell me, how do you want me to address this little problem we have here, hmm?”

“I-I want your tongue, mistress… Please…”

“My tongue?” Luna pulled back, looking appalled. “Why, you want me to lay my tongue against this dirty little hole? Look at it, Fleur, you’re bound to leak all over me. You really want me to taste you?” Luna leaned in, her hot breath washing over Fleur’s entire core. “I bet you’d cum in my mouth without even telling me…”

“N-never, mistress!” Fleur panted, her own eyes wide with incredulity. “I would never cum without telling you, mistress!”

"I'm not sure I believe you, my pet. You've made similar claims before... And yet each time, you disobey and cum right in my mouth without hesitation, without remorse. And each time, I punish you for your horrible behavior."

Luna cast a devilish stare at Fleur. "I'm starting to think that you're doing this on purpose, you dirty little pet. Yes, I think you like cumming in my mouth against my wishes, and I think you like it when I punish you."

“M-mistress…” Fleur whimpered. 'I don't know if her punishment tonight will be light-hearted, or leave me unable to walk for a week.' Fleur thought as she drowned in Luna's stare. 'But it'll be worth it either way.' She fought to keep from grinning as she whispered again. “I would never cum in your mouth without telling you, mistress.”

“Uh huh.” Luna deadpanned. She knew Fleur was lying. Either she didn’t care, or she had something devious planned for the punishment. Fleur didn’t care; she just wanted an orgasm… Or seven. “You still want me to put this dirty little thing in my mouth.” Luna teased, her hoof rising up beside her mouth, dangerously close to Fleur’s twitching cunt. “You probably haven’t even washed it properly. I bet you taste all musky…”

“N-no, Mistress…” Fleur groaned, laying her head back. ’Why hasn’t she just licked me yet? Oh, by the stars, I want it…’

“Tell me how much you want it, Fleur.” Luna panted, sending another hot breath directly against Fleur’s hole. “Beg for it.”

“Please, mistress!” Fleur took to her task with gusto. “Please, I want you to lick me! I want to cum! I want to feel your tongue inside of me, writhing against my walls. Please, I’m so wet, I just want to cum. I want you, mistress… I need you.”

"Please Fleur, do you think I'm that easy?" Luna teased, pulling back. “I know you can do better than that.”

“Please, no!” Fleur gasped, her hips lifting. Luna pressed her back down with an insistent touch, keeping her tail fanned out on the plastic bed. “Please, mistress, I need it… I’m dying here.”

“Oh I’m sure you are, my little pet…” Luna breathed, rubbing another small circle on the inside of Fleur’s thigh. “I can see it in your eyes how much you want it… I just need to hear it now.”

“Please!” Fleur’s chest sagged with her cry, her eyes fluttering closed as she imagined the incipient pleasure. “Please lick me, Mistress!”

“You want me to lick you? You’re not very specific, Fleur. Where do you want me to lick you? Here?” Luna laid her slippery, wet tongue against the inside of Fleur’s thigh, dragging it upwards to the joint of her knee. She put enough pressure behind it to depress Fleur’s flesh, making her stomach twitch and her tail lash the bed.

“No, mistress, please!” Fleur whimpered, writhing beneath Luna. “Please, lick my… My…”

“Your what?” Luna teased, licking the same spot again. Fleur could feel her saliva drip downwards, pooling at the joint of her thigh and her labia.

“Please, mistress!” Fleur inhaled, laying her head back as she cried out. “Please lick my pussy!”

“Ah, there we go,” Luna obliged, opening her mouth with one last hot breath…

Before the lightning struck. Fleur grunted as Luna’s tongue lanced straight into her vagina, delving as deep as she had ever felt it go. Her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, wriggling and curling across every inch of Fleur's inner walls. Luna assaulted her insides with such speed and precision, Fleur could feel a mind-numbing orgasm build up in a matter of moments... And she had no intention of even trying to stop it.

“Cumming!” Fleur gasped, as her whole body seemed to seize up in a moment of pure bliss. Something gushed from her hole, squirting upwards and out with enough intensity to splatter against the headboard above her face, not to mention her face, neck, and chest. She knew she was in trouble. She hadn’t even called Luna by title. Truthfully, she didn’t care. She was washed away on a sea of orgasmic bliss, the kind that made her tongue loll out of her mouth and drool down her cheek.

“That was truly naughty, Fleur.” Luna drew her out of the trance, wiping her chin as she grinned down at Fleur. “I told you you would do it. You said you wouldn’t, and yet here we are, just as I anticipated.” Luna slowly licked her lips as she rose to her full height, towering above Fleur. “Me with a mouth full of cum and you one orgasm up on me… Well, we can’t be having that, now, can we?” Luna smoothly swept her hips out, flicking her tail up and over her back so Fleur could get a good look at the princess’ own delightful slit. Fleur watched with a mixture of excitement and fear as Luna lowered her hips.

“Lick it.”

Fleur was wrapped in a heaven of soft fur, wet flesh, and tail hair. Her nose bumped gently into Luna's tailhole, and she was immediately awash in Luna's intoxicating, musky scent. Fleur didn't hesitate for even a second before plunging her tongue between Luna's dripping labia, parting her inner lips in one smooth motion. The way Luna’s muscles clamped down on her tongue whenever she teased the princess’ g-spot was addictive, and Fleur quickly settled into a steady rhythm. Luna began rocking her hips back and forth, alternating between shoving Fleur’s tongue inside her dripping cunt and dragging her clitoris over Fleur’s bared teeth. Luna's delicious juices began flowing from her cunt in earnest, dripping down Fleur's muzzle and pooling in the hollow of her throat.

“Oh, that’s wonderful, Fleur. Keep going.” Luna groaned, gyrating her hips more. Fleur’s tongue ached, but she ignored it in favor of giving Luna all the pleasure she possibly could. 'I'd do this until my tongue fell off if I had to.' Fleur thought as she continued to explore Luna's inner walls. 'I'd do it without ever stopping if it means I can return to Luna even a fraction of the pleasure she has given me.'

“Oh, Fleur!” Luna gasped, her hot breath coming straight between Fleur’s own legs. “Don’t stop! Keep licking me! Harder!”

“Haahn,” Fleur struggled to get a full breath with her tongue buried in Luna’s dripping hole. She pulsated and flexed around Fleur’s tongue, emitting even more liquid the longer she rode Fleur’s face. The world began to swim around her, devolving into a lusty haze of throaty moans, cramped tongues, and Luna’s sweet, sweet juice. When it finally happened, Fleur felt relief and excitement rip through her veins at the same time.

“Fleur!” Luna arched her back with one last long, drawn-out cry of pure, unbridled joy. Fleur answered with a throaty moan as Luna's cum washed over her chin, down her neck, and into her mane. Luna dove back into Fleur's cunt, lapping at her twitching hole with abandon while she rode out her own orgasm. When she finally pulled away and stepped off of Fleur, her chin was glistening with leftover arousal, and a few stray drops dripped onto the bed.

“Haah... Well, we're tied one-for-one, it seems. Now tell me, Fleur, are you going to cum in my mouth again?”

“N-no, mistress.” Fleur whispered, her mind still trying to reconcile what had just happened.

“Are you going to cum without my permission?”

“No, mistress.”

“Do you want me to give you another orgasm, Fleur?”

“Yes, please, mistress.” Fleur nodded her head, flexing her core muscles enough to lift her rump off of the bed.

“That’s good, Fleur. I have an idea… You sit tight, and don’t aah…” Luna pulled on one of the buckles with a teasing grin. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, mistress.”