“How many times have you masturbated while thinking about me?” Celestia asked bluntly.

The glass of wine Blake was pouring clattered to the carpet and caused a crimson stain to begin spreading. Grimacing, he reached for a cloth, trying to blot up some of the moisture, carefully not answer the princess’ question. “You did that deliberately.”

Celestia giggled, not looking away from the window, but turned her gaze to the side enough that she could see his reflection. The window was heavy tempered glass, and reflective on the outside. The only time Celestia would be visible behind it was when it was dark enough and she was lit from behind.

“Don’t fret, I’ll say it was my fault,” she said, giving a wistful sigh and staring out over the city as dusk fell, watching lights slowly starting to twinkle into existence. “Your planet is so pretty.”

“Very dirty and grimy,” Blake added , folding the cloth in half and continuing to blot at the spreading stain.

“Not from where I’m standing,” Celestia corrected, her horn almost touching the glass.

Blake looked up, tossing the cloth back on the serving cart and arching an eyebrow at the princess. “There’s some commentary in there about the ruling class being disconnected from the populace but I completely lack the knowledge to make it.”

“I think you just did,” Celestia said, turning to regard him with a long stare. She harrumphed, and turned back to the window, her flowing tail giving a slow, elegant, flick. “How do you imagine I masturbate?” she asked bluntly, before pausing, a wicked smile tugging at her lips as she corrected herself. “How do you fantasize I masturbate?”

Blake stared up at her, swallowing thickly and then shrugging his shoulders helplessly. “I… I don’t know. I don’t imagine those kind of things.”

“Do you think me too old to enjoy the comforts of such a thing? Too elegant? Too refined?” Celestia asked, giving him that shrewd sideways glance he was slowly becoming familiar with.

“No I just… I haven’t imagined you masturbating before,” Blake said, voice slightly strained as he bent back down to continue cleaning up the wine stain as best he could.

Celestia turned back to the window, and gave a tinkering giggle, lifting a hoof to scritch at the side of her chest almost innocently. “Well, for the record, and for your future fantasies, I do not use my hooves. In my youth I did… there was nothing quite like the soft felt of my hoof rubbing over moist exposed flesh…”

Blake swallowed thickly, and Celestia paused, one ear perking up, gauging his reactions carefully though she didn’t make any indication she noticed his reaction.

“But once I became proficient with magic…” she trailed off for a moment, her tone turning wistful. She closed her eyes, and turned her head to the side slightly, seemingly lost in her own little dream-world. “The soft touch of magic, as firm or as soft as you like, as slender or as thick as you please…”

Celestia’s horn lit up, and the glow of magic was reflected back upon her face by the window. Blake could also see a similar glow of magic somewhere between her thighs, though the flow of her elegant tail occluded his view.

“The softest touch of a lover,” Celestia purred wistfully, one of her hindlegs lifting off the floor the tiniest amount. Her magic moved, and intensified, and she gasped softly, her hoof quivering. The vibrating hum of her magic grew stronger and more intent, and the glow of her magic shifted about between her hindlegs, working slowly back and forth in a cozy, glowing rhythm. “Or the hard eagerness of a lustful reunion… magic can be whatever you want.”

Blake swallowed thickly again, a mysterious lump in his throat and a pounding in his throat that was quickly finding its way to other parts of his body. Her tail was still in the way,

The softest little giggle left her as she placed her hoof back on the floor, and deliberately leaned forwards, letting that shapely white rump lift upwards with the motion, her tail still obscuring anything that Blake might catch sight of. “It’s so easy to use magic… you can do it anywhere, any time,” she purred, the magical glow across her lower belly intensifying and seeming to slip inwards.

The princess gasped, and then gave a soft, breathy moan, exhaling softly and rolling her hips. “You can make it feel like anything like you want… fantasize about anyone you can think of. I can even make it feel like your human fingers if I wanted…”

Celestia trailed off, seemingly thoughtful, and her magic coalesced again into a different shape, shifting and rolling between her thighs, making her arch up and giving a jerk of surprise, her glowing horn touching the glass as she shuddered. “Oooh… that feels strange. But I like it.”

Blake stared, swallowing heavily, mechanically replacing the cloth on the cart and feeling like his erection was going to strain right through his zipper and out into the open air. He stared at her wispy tail, spying the shifting movement of Celestia’s magic beneath like an alluring, x-rated shadow-puppet play.

Celestia regarded him with one narrowed pink eye, her expression devious, rolling her hips slowly in time with the touch of her magic between her own thighs, gasping and then giving a more potent grind against herself. “To think… if you just reached out and moved my tail…”

Blake shuddered from top to bottom, deliberately placing weight on his bad foot until it started to hurt, trying to distract himself from carnal thoughts.

“Just a few inches to the side…” Celestia husked, deliberately curling her tail, almost calculatedly, swaying it until just the merely sliver of her inner thighs was visible and Blake could see a small slice of heaven, brilliantly lit by her magic, and glistening.

“F-fuck…” Blake mouthed, putting more weight on his foot, clenching his teeth and very jerkily trying to pour another glass of wine for the princess.

Celestia smirked, straightening, her magic dissipating and horn losing its glow. She rounded on him, coming around the drink cart and pushing him back towards the wall. Blake protested weakly, but allowed himself to be corralled without any resistance, until his back bumped up against the wall.

A heated rumble left the princess, and she kissed him, pushing him back against the wall and holding him there with her substantial weight, muzzle pushed against his lips and that soft, velvety tongue seeking entrance past his lips like a heated tongue of flame for the merest of moments before she pulled back, staring into his eyes.

“So eager…” Celestia purred, and Blake realised that she was standing close enough that her foreleg was pushed right up against his crotch, letting her feel the outline of his rock-solid cock against her silky-soft flesh. “So… needy,” she added, deliberately pressing against him, seeming to enjoy the way his aching cock ground against her foreleg.

Blake grimaced and tried his absolute best not to dry-hump the princess’ foreleg, but each hint of friction she gave against him made him throb, and made it harder to resist.

“And yet… so reserved,” Celestia giggled, staring into his eyes curiously. “I know many guards on my staff with the same resolve. The same devotion to duty.”

“N-not sure what you’re talking about,” Blake squeaked weakly, resting a hand on her shoulder for balance, wanting to pull his hips back from her torturous touch. Even the soft rise and fall of her chest from her breathing was giving him the tiniest ghost of a touch that made him want to grind against her all the more.

“You could have me,” Celestia purred, nudging her nose in under his chin and giving his throat a heated lick. “All you’d have to do is take me. And yet you don’t… Despite the fact that you want it.” Celestia demonstrated her point by giving another grind of her foreleg against him, making him arch and stand on tiptoes for a moment. “Why is that?”

“N-not sure,” Blake managed to answer, feeling his face warming with how close and intent the princess was.

“You could have grabbed my tail and pulled it aside… could still do it. Could slip your fingers down under my belly, rub backwards until you find something…”

Blake swallowed audibly, and the throb of his aching cock gave Celestia enough information to know his true feelings on what she had voiced.

“Are you so intimidated by me? So scared of me?” Celestia asked, giggling softly again. “Poor thing… I know it must be... hard,” she rumbled, giving another press against him until he ached and throbbed against her. “Do you doubt my sincerity?”

Blake shook his head, grimacing uncertainly. “I don’t know! I can’t just grab you and go to town. You’re a princess! From another world!”

“Such admirable restraint,” Celestia purred, lifting her hook to trace down the side of his hip, so tantalizing close to that straining bulge in his pants, not taking her eyes from his own for a moment. “So urgently hard,” she whispered, lightly brushing the front of his pants and smirking wickedly at the way it made his erection throb and jump. “I’m not going to do it for you… you’re going to have to take a step.”

“I’ll step,” Blake tried to respond, his voice breaking and quavering.

“Take a step, then,” Celestia whispered heatedly, trailing her hoof lightly down the front of his pants again, grinning at him all the while. “Take a leap of faith.”

“I want to,” Blake responded, mouth dry, his hand twitching on her back, sliding down a few inches, squeezing at her fur and feathers impotently.

“That much is blatantly obvious,” Celestia smirked, staring into his eyes intently. “I can see the cogs turning… weighing your options. Am I just teasing? Is this part of my game? Will you take it a step too far from my teasing and I’ll order you away and you never see me again? Will you be harming the relations of a neighboring species by giving in to your desires?” she simpered, holding his gaze unwaveringly.

Celestia’s eyes sparkled with utter mischief and she leaned in until her svelte nose touched his own. “But what if… what if I really am just a giddy princess eager to have someone so seriously sexually interested in me?”

Blake swallowed around the lump in his throat, feeling his heart beating somewhere in his ears.

“Maybe I am just teasing… Maybe I’m leading you along. Maybe that’s my game,” Celestia murmured, her expression unreadable. She leaned forwards, brushing soft lips against his cheek so she could whisper in his ear, “Or maybe I’m telling the truth and I’m interested in you sexually as well? Is that worth the risk?. One of Celestia’s hooves lifted, hooking around Blake’s middle, squeezing him against her front and making his erection grind against her foreleg. “Risk versus rewards,” Celestia quipped with a giggle. “I’ll break you eventually, Blake. I’ll wheedle you down… I’ll tempt you until you break, until you just want to grab my horn and… mnf....” the princess trailed off, giving a soft giggle. “What would you do if you could do anything to me, Blake? Would you grab my horn? One hand there and one on the back of my head?”

Blake was starting to feel lightheaded, and his hips ground against the princess on reflex, one of his hands automatically grasping for her horn, before he brought himself up short, sucking in a breath.

Celestia giggled darkly, staring into his eyes. “I’ve almost got you, Blake. Just a little more… just a few more nudges, a little more coaxing. I’m going to break you,” she murmured softly, holding his gaze. “I’m going to break you and I’m so sure of it that I don’t even need to be coy about it.”

The princess drew back, giving enough space between their bodies for Blake to let out a sigh of relief, his legs strangely weak and shaking.

Celestia leaned down, until her nose bumped against his lower belly, making Blake suck in a breath and stare down at her, eyes wide.

“I’m going to break your resolve, Blake,” Celestia purred, her wings rustling softly as she adjust her stance. She brushed soft lips against his lower belly, and then even lower, tracing the bulge in his pants.

Blake couldn’t even swallow any more, his heart pounding in his throat and that stiff erection throbbing wildly.

“And then you’ll find out that I’m teasing you, leading you on…” Celestia trailed off, staring up at him, and then the most devious, wicked smile crossed her features that Blake had ever seen.

“Or you’ll get to spill your load right over my tongue…” With a heated purr, Celestia leaned in again, a hoof holding Blake’s hips, pushing him back against the wall so he couldn’t move, and then she licked him. That soft, pink tongue extended, finding that bulge in his pants and drawing a long, slow, careful line along the length of it, outlining it with her tongue until her lick reached the end of it, flicking against the waistband of his pants.

Blake nearly came in his pants.

Celestia growled heatedly, and then lipped at the waistband, tugging them down just enough to get uncomfortably tight against his straining, throbbing erection, before she giggled and relented, rising back to her full height.

“Any time you’re ready to take that leap of faith…” Celestia purred, leaning in until her nose was almost touching his own again, giggling. Her horn alighted, and she levitated her half-full glass of red wine over to the two of them, lifting it to take a sip. “You have to take that step, Blake. I’m not going to just pull your pants down and stuff it all in my mouth. You’ll have to take some initiative. You’ll have to reciprocate.”

“Y-yes ma’am,” Blake managed to strangle out.

“If you don’t reciprocate, nothing will happen… but if you reciprocate, you might be rebuked. Such deadly waters you navigate,” Celestia simpered, sipping her wine again and staring at him with the same stare a cat might give a pigeon. She leaned close again, nuzzling past his cheek to whisper in his ear, “But reciprocating is the only way you’ll get to fuck me.”

Blake shuddered, his grip tightening on her wing, his breathing catching in his throat.

“I’ll give you some time to think it over… and ‘cool off’,” Celestia giggle, staring down his body to where the streak of her tongue had left a visible line on his pants. She lifted her glass of wine, and then drizzled some of it down his front, masking the stain of her saliva. “Now go get yourself cleaned up, Blake. A princess has spilled her wine on you.”

Blake nodded weakly, straightening up properly, his heart pounding in his ears.

Celestia smiled warmly, taking a step back from him, letting him move. “Think you’ll survive another day without forcefully removing your pants for me?”

A slight squeak left Blake, and he cleared his throat, before trying again. “M-maybe.”

Celestia turned away from him, walking back towards the window, standing in front of it and staring out over the lights once more. She lifted her glass to take another sip, and likewise lifted her tail, giving Blake a glimpse of her thoroughly moist, perfect white lips with the hint of shiny pink between them. “”Well maybe next time I spill my wine on you I’ll clean it off myself.”

Blake gave her an uncertain stare.

“With my tongue, of course,” Celestia giggled, staring at his reflection, a wicked smile dancing in her eyes.