Moonstone – Chapter 6 “Good Vibrations”

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Waiting for the weekend was torture. Fleur normally dreaded this time of year, particularly the week between Hearth’s Warming Eve and the new year. On any other year, Fleur would have returned from the ball to her home with Fancy Pants. Everypony else would be spending the holidays with their families, making this one of the rare times when Fleur could enjoy a few days off from any social obligations. Unfortunately, she’d have to spend them with Fancy Pants, who tended to be incorrigible if he went more than a few days without sex.

Fleur was thankful she was alone this year, since she hit her flow almost the instant she arrived home. She spent the next five days reading fantasy novels about old-time princes and princesses battling ancient and dead magics, saving kingdoms, and performing feats of strength nopony – save perhaps the princesses themselves – could ever dream of accomplishing. They were a pleasant distraction for her mind from the flurry of events that led to the revelation that she had shared with Princess Luna.

She continued to waste time through the week, and when Saturday came, it did so with perfect timing. Her flow had stopped, her body had recuperated, and she was eager to see what Luna had in store for her next. Finally, she allowed herself to re-visit the memories of all that had happened between the two of them so far. After all, thinking about such things whilst on her flow only defeated the purpose of arousal, since handling the issue was usually a messy affair. Now, Fleur looked over her wardrobe with a slight frown. All of the clothes she had were for formal affairs, not a casual weekend with the princess. Then again, this might be anything but casual. Fleur padded down the two rows of dresses, looking over each one with an ever-intensifying frown.

What should she wear to such an event? What would Princess Luna want? Fleur knew Luna liked her in leggings, but her one good pair was still at the castle, along with the dress she had worn to the ball. If anything, Fleur might have worn that again, as it was probably the most revealing and alluring dress she owned. As she continued to debate dress selection in her mind, she recalled one particular scene from the last book she had read where the mare had worn a rope harness underneath a coat, and had revealed herself to her master wearing the intricate device. It sounded tempting, but Fleur wasn’t nearly skilled – or courageous – enough to attempt such a thing, so that was out of the question.

In the end, she settled for just wearing a heavy coat. The city was cold this late in December, and Fleur’s skinny figure did not agree with the bitter cold very much. She did, however, take a moment to pack a bag with toiletries. Luna certainly had plenty of mane-care products and makeup to spare for Fleur, but there were certain things - like toothbrushes - that ought not to be shared. All Fleur carried with her was a miniscule toiletry bag. According to Luna’s note, she would be staying the duration of the weekend, and as such the new year, at the castle.

This meant Fleur would likely miss out on the new year’s party, and Fleur wasn’t so sure if she was thankful for this or not. That particular social engagement was probably the most enjoyable event of the year for her, even if she was used to being burdened with Fancy Pants for the entire evening. Everypony was drunk, and everypony had a good time. The food was always incredible, the drinks went down like they were water, and the usually-insufferable company was actually bearable for once. It was a day for celebration, where nopony had to worry about posturing or presenting themselves. They weren’t obsessed with making impressions or exchanging gossip; They would cut loose, laugh, and enjoy themselves for once, like any normal pony would do.

She might be missing a party with the Canterlot elite, but she could think of a few other places she’d like to be instead… Like laying spread-eagle on Luna’s bed, pleading for another orgasm. Instead of trotting back to the bar for another round, she’d rather be begging her mistress for another orgasm. And another one after that. And another. Fleur was getting more and more excited for what Luna may or may not have planned for her.

Noon came much sooner than Fleur would have willed it, and she slipped on her heavy coat before stepping out into the chill December air. The brisk walk to the castle was windy, but thankfully, short-lived. She noted with mild interest that only one guard was posted at the castle doors, instead of the normal four. He smiled at her, holding the door open as Fleur slipped inside.

“Princess Luna has been expecting you, Ms. De Lis. Would you like an escort?”

“No, thank you.” Fleur smiled at the guard warmly. “I can manage on my own. Happy New Year’s.”

“Happy New Year to you as well, ma’am.” The guard saluted with his spear as Fleur crossed the expansive entryway into a service corridor. Luna had advised her that running into palace staff sometimes raised more questions than necessary, so avoidance was preferable. Thankfully, even the service staff seemed to be absent today. Normally, Fleur would have run into a cleaner or perhaps another guard or two, all of whom tended to turn a blind eye to her presence in the service corridor. Yet not a single pony was in sight today, giving her one less thing to worry about. With a slight skip to her step, Fleur made her way to Luna’s bedroom.

“Come in,” Luna’s beautiful voice responded to Fleur’s timid knock. She slowly slipped inside, flushed from the brisk walk, but still rather excited to be here. Luna was standing at a nearby table, with an array of books open in front of her. Fleur shrugged out of her coat as she approached Luna. “It’s good to see you again, Fleur.” Luna glanced over her shoulder before returning her attention to the books. “Give me just a moment, and I’ll be finished here.”

“Don’t rush on my account.” Fleur peeked at the text in the books, saw complex magical diagrams, and turned away out of respect for the Princess’ privacy. Not that she was disinterested, but it was clearly above her level of magical understanding. “We have all weekend.”

“True.” Luna chuckled, her horn glimmering as she turned a page and took Fleur’s coat in the same motion. “How was your week?”

“Thoroughly boring.” Fleur responded with a nonchalant shrug. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Did you rest well?” Luna asked, flipping another page. There was a hint of concern in her voice. Fleur knew it was because of her little episode in the bathtub last weekend, and she blushed slightly.

“Very well. A-about last week,” Fleur looked down at the carpet with a little blush. “I’m sorry if I worried you with my… Eer, sensitivity.” She knew that Luna was worried about how Fleur seemed to lose muscle coordination whenever she was in the throes of a particularly wonderful orgasm. Truth be told, Fleur was a little worried about it herself. She had really only experienced that sort of muscle-robbing inundation during one particularly good masturbation session or another. But never to that extent, and certainly never twice in two days.

“It’s only mildly concerning,” Luna slowly closed the three books she had open, turning to Fleur with a serious expression. “But nothing to apologize for. We simply need to be cautious about how much stimulus you can handle at any given time. And, with any luck, repetition might deaden your nerves.” She smiled then, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Hopefully just a little.” Fleur smiled warmly as she slowly walked forward. Luna met her halfway, and they shared a gentle, tender kiss.

“Did you think about what you wanted this weekend?” Luna asked breathlessly as soon as the kiss was over. Fleur herself was feeling a little flushed. She nodded up at Luna, her lips parted in a breathless moan. Fleur could feel herself shrink away as she considered Luna’s question. She had already done some incredibly erotic things with the Princess, but something about confessing such naughty things still made her apprehensive, and prone to stammering. Her next sentence came with plenty of pauses, and a very pronounced blush.

“I… W-wanted to try using… V-vibrators…”

“Excellent choice.” Luna leaned in to nip Fleur’s ear before slowly padding away towards the door leading into the lift. Fleur followed with a slight shudder, knowing the wonders that the basement held. As the lift began its slow journey to the basement, Fleur looked intently at Luna's mane. It's physical appearance alone was breathtaking, with seemingly every shade of blue and purple spread throughout each luxurious strand. Moving slowly so as not to alarm the Princess, Fleur turned her head slightly and drew a deep breath, flooding her nose with Luna's scent. It was an earthy smell, reminiscent of fresh flowers, or the sky immediately after a rainstorm. She couldn't yet put a hoof on it, but there was something about that scent that was incredibly calming for Fleur. Whatever it was, she enjoyed every second in its presence, and she greedily inhaled deeply again, relishing in the scent of the night itself.

Luna must have noticed Fleur's attempts at subtlety, as she innocently leaned closer to Fleur. Sensing the unspoken invitation, Fleur leaned in further to nuzzle into Luna's mane, and when she opened her eyes, she literally saw stars. Luna's mane wasn't just beautiful - it was enchanted. Each time the silky strands met, the blues and purples combined to intimately paint the night sky. Fleur could pick out twinkling stars and entire constellations in the frame of Luna’s ethereal mane, and all of it was accentuated with the musky, slightly metallic smell of magic. Fleur inhaled again, flooding her senses with Luna's scent, her mind blown away by the sights, the smells, and the sheer power that coursed through every strand of hair.

Fleur was nearly in a trance when the lift jolted to a stop, snapping her back to reality. Luna led them back down the long, warmly lit hallway, the excitement and tension rising in Fleur with each step. She wasn’t quite as flustered as she was last weekend, but she was still a little out-of-sorts. She began to wonder if her coat was satisfactory, or if she had brushed her mane properly, or if she was wearing too much makeup or perfume. Luna, of course, looked magnificent, but that was to be expected of a Princess. Fleur was just a normal unicorn; She had to work at her beauty, and it came at the price of sore muscles, exorbitant makeup costs, and time spent fretting over uncooperative coat hair. She knew in the back of her mind that Luna would accept her no matter what condition she was in, but still… That didn’t give her an excuse to slip up. She wanted Luna to give pleasure to a beautiful mare. She wanted to be perfect for the princess; her princess…

Her dom.

Much to her surprise, Luna led her back into the bathroom. She drew a bath immediately, smiling over her shoulder at Fleur. “I figured we could start by freshening up. I don’t doubt that you’re clean, but it’s been almost a full day since I’ve had a bath. Will you join me?”

“Gladly.” Fleur smiled and nodded, her fears momentarily put to rest. Luna skipped the oil this time, but she did lay out several bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body soap, and lotion. When the bath was full, both of them stepped in, and Fleur groaned audibly as she sank once again into the water's warm embrace. Something about this bath had an effect on her; She felt her muscles relax immediately, and her stress simply melt away. It was simply divine.

“Would you mind?” Luna asked, turning her back to Fleur. “I can’t quite reach between my shoulder blades.”

“Not at all.” Fleur smiled and gripped the shampoo, pouring a healthy amount onto her hoof. Luna leaned back into the gentle touch, lightly moaning as Fleur began to lather her up. She spread the shampoo all over Luna’s back, moving from the Princess’ collarbone all the way down to the base of her tail. Luna smiled over her shoulder a few times, encouraging Fleur to keep up the good work. Fleur continued her ministrations, moving next to the base of Luna's wings. The Princess moaned at Fleur's gentle touch, and as she rolled her head back in a slow circle, her wings began to slowly spread apart. Fleur's movement nearly stopped as she watched a pair of gorgeous wings unfurl in front of her, but her amazement quickly turned into a furious blush when she remembered that Luna had just displayed a traditional pegasus mating sign that was reserved for only the most intimate of occasions. Re-focusing her mind, she continued rubbing the Princess down, relishing the luxurious feel of Luna’s coat beneath her hooves.

“Thank you, Fleur.” Luna smiled back at her, slowly lowering herself into the water. Fleur watched as her horn began to glow, and the shampoo began to sluice off of Luna’s back in rivulets. She was controlling the water to rinse herself off. Fleur knew a little about manipulating water with telekinesis, but not nearly enough to rinse herself off like this. She smiled in awe at the Princess’ skill, something she found herself doing quite often, it seemed. “I can return the favor if you’d like?” Luna asked, her back now free of the soapy lather.

“That’d be lovely.” Fleur turned her back to Luna this time, letting the princess scrub her down thoroughly. Rather than focus on the arousing ministrations, Fleur asked a question. “Is there anything else you need to know about me?”

“How do you mean?” Luna countered, her hooves hardly slowing.

“As in… Anything about my sensitivity, or what I want in a dom, or anything like that…”

“Well, there were a few things.” Luna muttered, slowing her pace a little so they could chat. “You see, drawing the line between sessions can sometimes be difficult. Some couples manage with simple verbal or physical cues, while others need to set timers or even have to wear certain articles of clothing that signify their submission or dominance.” Luna continued rubbing, the water around them steadily growing cloudy with the runoff from Fleur’s shampooing. “I was wondering if there was anything specific you wanted to do to signify when our little sessions began or ended.”

“Interesting,” Fleur muttered. She had read about the boundaries between sessions in passing before, and if she were perfectly honest with herself, she didn’t care much for them. She was more engrossed with the juicier bits of the text. Now that she was in the midst of a dom/sub relationship though, she seriously wondered what they would do. “I take it this isn’t the sort of thing that can be… Aah… Read into, by any chance, is it?”

“Well,” Luna sighed softly. “It’s not impossible to read your partner. But establishing a set of rules or guidelines helps keep the boundaries clear-cut and defined. For instance, you seemed to tense at the mention of a ‘normal’ relationship. If we establish a beginning point and an end point, the boundaries of what our sessions are and what our friendship is will remain very well-defined.”

“I see.” Fleur muttered softly. Luna made a good point. Fleur was still unconvinced that she loved the Princess, but she also knew that sex could make one feel as if they did love somepony - a mistake that she had made a few times in her school days. Establishing a boundary between their sessions and their friendship might just make the whole thing last longer and go better for all parties involved. Her mind made up, Fleur began to brainstorm options.

“Well… Truth be told, I rather enjoy the thought of using that ball gag… It’d be kind of tough to say anything when it’s in my mouth, right?”

“It’s impossible.” Luna affirmed with a slight chuckle. Fleur smiled and leaned back as the Princess rubbed a little lower on her back.

“So, that whole clothing thing. Maybe there could be something I could wear to signify that we’re, you know, doing a session.”

“I was going to suggest that myself.” Luna’s soft breath washed over Fleur’s ear, eliciting a shudder. When did she move so close? “You’re handling this quite well so far, Fleur. I’m proud of you.”

“Th-thanks,” Fleur’s blush could have heated the water around them. “I… I owe it all to those books, to be perfectly honest.”

“You’re being too modest.” Luna breathed, her hooves sliding lower still. Fleur began to wonder who was getting the lines blurred between what was a session and what wasn’t. Still, they were new to this, and hadn’t done anything major just yet. She didn’t see the need for anything to signify the difference between what was a session and wasn’t; Not yet, anyways. Luna leaned a little closer, her lips brushing the edge of Fleur’s ear.

“What do you say we finish up here, and I can introduce you to those vibrators you’re so curious about.”

“Th-… Yes, please.” Fleur whimpered, her legs steadily growing weaker.

“Hmm. Good. Now rinse.” Luna’s hooves fell away shortly before they reached the base of Fleur’s tail, and her horn glowed as she rinsed Fleur off the same way she had herself. The jets of water running over her back felt divine, and Fleur was thankful for the distraction from the ruthless teasing. Something about Luna’s approach seemed to always debilitate Fleur - Not that she minded, of course. To be perfectly honest, she absolutely loved it.

’Besides,’ she mused. ’I’m going to have to get used to being helpless in Luna’s hooves anyways.’

Once her coat was clean of all the shampoo, Luna threw a lever on the wall and the bathtub began to drain around them. They dried off thoroughly with the assistance of a well-concealed vent set in the floor beneath their hooves. The warm air shot upwards, drying Fleur’s underside thoroughly. Once all traces of dampness had been eliminated, Luna led Fleur back into the familiar hallway, only this time, Luna led Fleur towards the side of the hallway that the pair had not yet explored. The room Fleur was led into this time wasn’t all that different from the first one. There were several new pictures framed on the far wall, and there was still a massive four-poster bed that dominated the middle of the floor. The carpet here wasn’t quite as lush, and she didn’t sink down into the large comforter as she had in the other room. So far as she could tell, the only major difference was the addition of several small tables along the walls. It was towards one of these that Luna moved now, her horn glowing as she began extracting several alien objects.

Fleur had read about vibrators in-depth, but had really only seen the one she had bought for Luna. She was thoroughly intrigued by them, and the prospect of having one used on her already had her core glistening and wet. At Luna’s insistence, she slipped up onto the bed, her gaze sliding over the pictures on the far wall. These were just as risqué and daring as the others had been, maybe even more so. One of them was of a mare wrapped up in such an intricate harness of ropes, leather, and chains that Fleur began to wonder where the mare ended and the bonds began. Another, just next to it, was of a mare clad in a black, shiny latex suit, her mouth open and panting eagerly. Just like the pictures in the other room, these too had Fleur dripping wet in a matter of moments.

Luna turned from the small table she had been standing at, carrying several curious articles towards the bed. Fleur recognized one vibrator as a similar model to the one she had purchased for Luna, just a different color. There were two ‘egg’ vibrators with consoles dangling from the ends of their slender wires, a long dildo with a complex-looking mechanism at its base, and another curious-looking egg that didn’t have any wires attached to it. Luna arrayed them on the covers, smiling at Fleur.

“We’re beginning a session now, so you must adhere to your rules.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur whispered softly. She got a smile in return.

“Your punishment, should you neglect to follow any rules that we’ve already made or will make, will be to lay with a vibrator inside of you for five minutes. Is that clear?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Fleur’s hips swayed on the bed, and she swallowed. She was anxious to begin, and her glistening marehood made it clear that her body was more than ready to begin.

“Very good, Fleur. Now, do you know what this one does?” Luna held up one of the ‘egg’ vibrators. The console at the end of the wire had a strap affixed to the backside, which Fleur guessed was designed to be wrapped around one of her haunches.

“Yes, Mistress. It’s an ‘egg’ vibrator, and the console can be used to adjust the speed that it vibrates at.”

“Very good, my little pet.” Fleur had never heard this new title before, and hearing it in Luna's sultry voice sent a smile across Fleur's face - and a shudder down her spine. “You’ve been doing your research. We’ll start slow, and work our way up to the others. Now, lay back and spread your legs.” Fleur obeyed immediately, rolling onto her back and opening wide. She was utterly exposed to Luna, her glistening core pulsating as she flexed her muscles. Luna obviously liked what she saw, as her cheeks immediately darkened with a slight blush. Her horn glowed as she levitated the vibrator closer, sinking out-of-view between Fleur’s thighs.

“Hnn… Aah.” Fleur moaned as she felt the first contact. Luna hadn’t turned it on yet, but she rubbed the hard egg up and down, accumulating liquid arousal. Fleur felt her walls spread apart just a bit, the egg peeking inside slightly before pulling back once more. Luna continued this for some time, poking and prodding experimentally. Soon enough, Fleur was writhing on the sheets, her mouth hanging open as Luna slowly drove her wild, one breathless pant at a time.

“You’re sopping down here,” Luna mused. She was close enough that her warm breath wafted past Fleur’s exposed vagina, sending a shudder up her spine. “And I haven’t even turned it to the lowest setting yet. My, my, how are you going to handle it when I put it in?”

“Aahn… Please… Please, Mistress…” Fleur’s face was screwed up with anticipation.

“Please what?” Luna teased, holding the egg against her entrance.

“Please… Please put it in, Mistress…” Fleur’s stomach twitched and she dug her hooves into the covers.

“Hmm… I suppose,” Luna exhaled a hot breath against Fleur’s center just as it hit.

“HAAAAHH!” Fleur inhaled a deep breath as she felt the egg slide into her, feeling almost as if it popped inside of her. There was a build-up of tension before the whole thing was in, resting firmly inside her core. She could feel the slender wire trailing out of her hole, and leading to the console, which Luna was waving seductively in the air. Fleur flexed around the egg, but in doing so only pulled it further into herself. Luna hummed softly, almost out of amusement.

“I’m going to turn it on now, Fleur.” Luna’s breathy tone made Fleur automatically nod. She knew what this device did, what it was supposed to do. She braced for it, flexing hard to keep it clamped down. She was prepared for this. She could handle this.

She had never been more wrong in her life.

It was like a lightning strike. The vibrations shot through her body, flooding every corner of her mind with sharp, intense sensations. It wasn’t painful, but bless it all, Fleur couldn’t handle it. With a full-bodied scream, Fleur squirted all over the bed.

“My goodness,” Luna mused as she flicked the vibrator off. Like a cool drink on a hot summer day, relief flooded back into Fleur's nerves. But it wasn’t what Fleur wanted. Fleur wanted to feel the vibrator again; She wanted to be struck by lightning. “That was only the first setting. There are four more to go.”

“Guuh,” Fleur sagged into the sodden sheets, her half-lidded gaze fixed lazily on the canopy of the bed above her.

“That good, hmm?” Luna kissed the inside of Fleur’s thigh, her soft breath making Fleur shudder. Her lips were dangerously close to Fleur’s twitching cunt, and steadily growing nearer. “I do love watching you cum, my little pet… Shall we do it again?”

“Yes, Mistress!” Fleur practically screamed it. She wanted to cum again and again and again, without end. Luna was the pony to do that for her, and that meant Fleur had to keep Luna happy. Luna was happy when Fleur followed the rules.

So for Fleur to cum, she had to follow the rules. And so far, the rules only consisted of her addressing Luna as ‘Mistress,’ ‘Ma’am,’ or ‘Master.’

Simple, right?

Once more, Fleur had proven herself wrong. Luna flicked the knob on the console, and the egg's vibrations delivered the second lightning strike that Fleur had been wishing for. She jerked up off of the bed, screaming long and loud. Her approaching orgasm came with a torrent of words, and none of them were the ones Luna wanted to hear. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh, fuck me, I’m cumming! AHN!” This time, Fleur forced the vibrator out of her gushing hole, shaking atop the bed as her orgasm thundered through her veins. The sheets were likely soaked by now, and Luna had to have caught at least a small bit of her wild cum. Lost in the throes of her orgasm though, Fleur had forgotten something - and she was about to pay for it too.

“Excuse me,” Luna’s humorless tone grounded Fleur back into reality, her swimming head barely able to lift up to look at the disappointed princess. “You forgot something, Fleur.”

“M-mistress,” Fleur groaned, her head falling back into the sheets. “I’m sorry, I forgot to call you Mistress…”

“Yes you did, Fleur.” Luna slowly crawled up onto the bed, looming over Fleur’s prone body threateningly. “You have to take your punishment now. Five minutes, Fleur. And as an addendum, if you cum and the vibrator slips out of you, I’ll add another two minutes. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur whimpered. Luna was actually kind of threatening just then. Fleur legitimately felt bad for neglecting to call her by her title. She knew the only way to make it up to Luna was to take her punishment. She swallowed and looked up into Luna’s eyes, her own half-lidded with the still-present aftermath of the intense orgasm.

“Hmm. You know, there are five settings, and you have five minutes. Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Fleur?” Luna’s breathy tone made Fleur squirm.

“You’re going to change the setting every minute, Mistress?”

“Indeed I am, Fleur.” Luna grinned down at her, hovering the egg up in front of Fleur’s face. “You’ve only felt the first one so far, so try not to kill yourself when I change them, okay?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur’s gaze flicked between the egg and Luna’s face, her heart beating ever-faster. When was she going to put it back in? Fleur found herself squirming again. Luna pushed the vibrator against her lips.

“Suck on it, Fleur.”

“Ahn, yes Mistress…” Fleur opened her mouth to accept the egg, moaning at the musky taste of her own cum on the toy. Her tongue swirled around the miniscule egg, even as she pulled it deeper into her mouth. The wire slid over her teeth, and she cupped it with her tongue. The taste of plastic and cum mingled together wonderfully, making her slit ooze even more delicious arousal. Luna gingerly pulled the now thoroughly-lathered vibrator out, slowly directing it back down Fleur’s body.

“Good girl, Fleur. Now, spread your legs wide, and see if you can last five minutes.” The vibrator buzzed audibly as she lowered it to Fleur’s slick petals. The lightning came slower this time, probably because the bud wasn’t inside of her. It was as intense as ever, but she was able to brace for it. Thankfully, she didn’t cum immediately. Her walls yielded with ease, and she felt the egg wriggle its way deep inside of her. Luna stood over her, grinning mischievously.

The first minute was fun. Fleur enjoyed flexing and squirming with the buzzing toy inside of her. Luna seemed to be enjoying herself as well, if the flush on her cheeks was any indication. Fleur got off all the more knowing Luna was pleased with her punishment.

The second minute was torture. The buzzing intensified to new levels, and Fleur could have sworn she heard the thing inside of her. ’Bzzzzzzzzzz.’ Like some incessant bee flying about just outside of the reach of a flyswatter. She writhed on top of the sheets, feeling her orgasm build to a head. She let it go with a sharp gasp, her juices spattering onto the sheets lewdly.

By the third minute, Fleur was in agony. A delicious agony, but agony nevertheless. The buzzing was clearly audible by now, and she had to make a conscious effort to not expel the tiny egg with her spasmodic flexing. She came close several times, but when she forced herself to relax, the egg managed to buzz its way deep enough to not slip out with her next orgasm.

She wasn’t nearly prepared for what came next. Five settings meant Fleur was expecting five different intensities. She was bracing for a harder vibration, to make her entire body shake with intensity. She nearly cried out when the buzzing stopped altogether.

“Wha-“ BZZ. “AUGH!” This orgasm was ruthless. Fleur flexed every muscle in her body as the short burst rocked her. It stopped in the middle of her orgasm, only to come back half a second later. Each new burst of vibration was short and oh so sweet. It lasted long enough to make her cry out, and the pause was just long enough for her muscles to start relaxing when it hit her again. Her stomach began to cramp up, and her mind began to dull over into a useless haze of delight. Bzz… Bzz… Bzz… Bzz… For a full minute, Fleur’s core was subject to periodic, quick shocks of pleasure. She came again, dribbling pathetically onto the abused sheets. Luna still stood over her, a devious expression plastered across her face; She was clearly enjoying watching Fleur struggle.

But all of that dulled in comparison to the next setting. Fleur heard the console as it clicked into the last setting. For half a second, she thought it had been turned off.

Bzz. BZZ. BZZ! Three progressively intense bursts shot into her core in rapid succession. She screamed as loud as she ever had, her vocalization hurting even her own ears.

Bzz. BZZ. BZZ!

“AHN!” It came again, more insistent this time. Fleur hadn’t realized that Luna had slid further down her body, and was now holding the vibrator in with her hoof. She had to, else Fleur’s twitching cunt would have pushed it out by now. Somewhere in the back of her pleasure-wracked brain, Fleur thanked her for that; She didn’t know if she could handle any more of this.

Two orgasms and fifty seconds later, Luna switched the console off. Fleur’s core was sore beyond belief, but the reassuring static feeling of the egg inside of her was actually rather pleasant. She knew this devilish thing could elicit the worst kind of reaction from her should Luna turn it on, but at the moment, the pressure wasn’t entirely unwanted.

“I think we’re done.” Luna teased, gingerly pulling the egg out. Fleur nodded her acquiescence, sighing as it finally slipped out of her dripping lips. She looked down at the devastation wrought on the sheets around her hips, flushing brightly at the scene. Her legs felt like rubber, but at least she could feel them. Better still, she had avoided passing out, or losing control of her muscles, an improvement that she hoped would relieve some of Luna's worries about her health. Luna smiled and kissed her stomach, which was so sore from flexing around the vibrator, she felt like she had just done a million sit-ups.

“You did well, Fleur. Our session is over.”

“Ouf,” Fleur groaned as her head fell back into the sheets. “That was intense.”

“Did you like it?” Luna kissed her stomach again, higher this time.

“I loved it.” Fleur couldn’t help it as her lips spread in a giddy grin. “I’d do it again in an instant.”

“Well, we have all day tomorrow.” Luna teased, kissing Fleur’s ribcage now. “Let’s not push ourselves.”

“Agreed.” Fleur sighed as Luna’s lips met her own, adding an underlying sense of fulfillment to the whole session. She was filthy and exhausted, but Fleur was happy for what had just transpired. Vibrators were incredible, and she looked forward to having them used on her in the future. Fleur made a note to follow through on her earlier idea to buy herself a vibrator... Or ten.

“Let’s wash up again, and get some food.” Luna helped Fleur off of the bed and onto wobbly legs. They left the bedroom and the toys as they were and slowly padded into the bathroom. Fleur sighed as she sunk into yet another hot bath, the water doing wonders to relieve the tension in her abdomen and legs. Relaxation flowed through her veins, and she sunk down until just her head remained above the water. Luna mirrored her, both of them happily soaking in the heat in silence.

After the bath, Luna led Fleur up into her room. A meal of delicious crumb-bake and fresh salad was served to them while they chatted about their most recent session. Fleur was nearly giddy after her first experience with a vibrator, and confessed that she might wish to try holding one inside of her, but left in the dark as to when - or if - it would turn on or off. Luna seemed quite taken with the idea, and promised to see about arranging something along that line in the future. Eventually, though, the conversation left the bounds of their previous session and moved into what the future held for them. Luna sat back with a glass of whiskey held in her magical grip and she began to speak casually about her plans.

“So, you see,” She began, smiling at Fleur. “We’ve discussed several small things about how our sessions are to progress… But we haven’t had a talk about the overall scope of what you want to accomplish with this dom/sub relationship. I suggest we do so now, before any more sessions come to the fore.”

“I agree.” Fleur wiped her lips with a napkin and sat back with her own glass of wine. Dining with the princess meant Fleur was privy to all sorts of wonderful alcohols. One of her favorites was a delicious vintage out of Appleoosa that made her tongue dance with each new sip. ’Friends in high places, I suppose…’ Fleur thought to herself with a sly smile. She looked back up at Luna, who was grinning over the rim of her glass.

“Tell me, Fleur,” Her husky breath made Fleur shudder. “What dirty little kinks can I help you explore?”