Author's Notes:

Clop warning. This chapter contains no plot elements, and may be freely skipped if you so desire.

“Luna…” Arin whispered softly into her ear, the mare quaking with lust at her name. The petting grew heavy, as his hands sunk lower. Sliding across her belly, spinning his finger in wide circles along the soft fur. Teasing her to spread her legs.

She did so without resistance, tilting her head down to watch with baited breath as her knight dragged his fingers firmly along her wet slit. An excited moan rewarded his efforts, his fingers reaching up to undo the brooch at her neck.

The dress fell at her sides, his digits teasing over her winking button. “A-Arin~” Luna moaned in a breathy gasp, laying on her back for him. He took the lead, kissing over her bare chest in sweet pecks.

Crickets chirped quietly in the night as he slid down, laying kiss after kiss on her exposed tummy. She couldn’t help herself, her sensitive skin tingling as he traced so sweetly down her body. Lighting her senses with passion, her forehooves clenching at the blanket as he drew close to her sweet, slick sex.

He looked up from between her thighs, locking eyes with his Princess. With a kiss, she gasped yet again – his warm breath washing over her tight lips. He could see her legs tensing, giving the softest little buck of delight. He slid his tongue softly over her slit, feeling it part around him. Tasting her for the first time.

She tasted a bit like blueberry, in fact. Slick, soft – and oh so sweet. Using both of his thumbs, he spread her lips apart – delving into her taut, velvety depths with gusto. The Princess bucked to the motion adorably, moaning as he twisted his tongue inside of her. Getting a full taste of his Luna, her hot lust trailing down his tongue.

Luna’s front hooves rested over the top of his head, urging him on with gentle tugs. He was more than eager to oblige, dragging a firm lick over that winking nub. He was happy he spent some time in Erenorn working in the stables – when he helped breed horses, he picked up bits about their anatomy that came in useful tonight. Of course, at the time, he wasn’t attracted to horses. Now that’s definitely up for debate.

He suckled softly on her clit, Luna squeaking from the sensation. All of the bar talk in Milla Serine came in handy tonight. Her voice wavered as her lover lapped greedily over her labia, forcing the sweetest mewls from her muzzle. Her thighs squeezed down on his cheeks, forcing him to delve deeper. Her wings flared, giving a horse-like snort and a girly moan.

Arin was finding it hard to breathe, and knew if he didn’t work fast, she may smother him in her sopping wet cunt. He slid two fingers beneath his lips, using them to stretch her slit and lap over her button in force. She whinied, legs buckling as she lost control – sweet rivets of her lust coating his cheeks, filling his mouth with her soft flavor.

For several long moments, she held him there; wings vibrating against the blanket from the strain, her heart beating in her chest like a drum to keep up. Slowly, she eased the pressure off of him – her knight popping free with a gasp. He took a napkin from nearby, wiping his face clean with a soft laugh.

“I thought I might drown.” Arin smiled, as Luna’s horn undid his belt buckle with the soft clink of metal.

He didn’t question it, only accepted it as his stiff, aching cock popped free of his falling pants. He idly wondered if he was big enough to satisfy a Princess, but as she dove her muzzle into his lap, he stopped worrying.

The first thing she did was nuzzle against his heavy orbs, breathing in his scent. His cock resting on her snout, more than long enough to part her mane and glide into her hair, slipping against her horn. She was careful not to prod him on the point, as her tongue dragged longingly from the base of his heavy jewels up to the swollen tip, tasting a bead of pre that formed there with delight.

She rested the helm of his cock over her muzzle, giving it the sweetest kiss. And when she found that lacking, her tongue slid over the head – and her mouth dove down, embracing him fully in her royal muzzle. He groaned, his hands sliding through her starry mane in gentle appreciation.

“L-Luna…” He whispered, as she gently bobbed her head up and down along his stiff tool, savoring him. Never once did she break eye contact with her lover, her tail swishing in delight behind her. She practiced taking him down to the hilt, feeling those ample orbs press into her chin before withdrawing in a delicate suckle.

He was shocked that she didn’t gag, before remembering that ponies simply lacked the reflex to do so. At least, Erenorn horses did. Maybe hers was deeper than he could reach.

Gently, he wrapped his fingers around her horn – pulling her into his lap once again with a grunt. She appreciated the gesture, whimpering as her tail shot up. His thumb running over the length of bone, his spare hand scratching the inside of her ear. It drew a soft kick of her hind leg, the starry mare replying with a firm lick over his domed head.

The sensation made him gasp, thrusting up into her maw with delight. She noted the reaction, and twisted her tongue over his point. He was unable to do anything but moan, shuddering as Luna prodded his sensitive tip. Drawing out his needy side with her tongue alone.

He could feel his pleasure reaching its peak, and Luna could sense it too. She began to aggressively bob her head, humming soft moans over his manhood as he took his turn clutching the blanket. Her front hooves wrapped tightly around his waist, helping to bury her muzzle down to the root – her long tongue taking a moment to slather his tensing jewels in a loving lick.

It was too much, and he quickly broke down. His hips worked into her muzzle, crying out as she matched each rut with love. “L-Luna! F-Fuck!” He hissed, as ropes of cum spurted freely into her hungry throat.

She gulped down his load with adoration, her horn twinkling softly in the night to help ease each creamy spurt into her maw. She tasted him fully, feeling that thick seed clinging to her tongue. She swallowed without complaint, pulling off of his bobbing cock with a moan.

“Arin~” She whispered, biting her lip, Feeling him ache in her magic grasp.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He took her in his strong grasp, seizing her close. He kissed at her lips, more than happy to love on his Princess as their bodies shifted – pinning her beneath him. His stiff cock twitched between her legs, both arms supporting his body beneath each wing.

“Ready?” He asked in a whisper. Luna blushed, speaking quietly in return.

“T-Tis our first time…” She said, cheeks dark. “W-We are afraid…”

His lips pressed to hers in another loving kiss, shushing her in a moment.

“It’s my first time too. We’ll both learn.” He said, gliding his stiff cock over her wet folds. She blushed, closing her eyes before nodding.

“We… I am ready to try.”

Arin slid his hips back, aiming for the gap between her slick folds. His round head parted her lips, a duo of moans breaking the cricket song as he eased in, inch by inch, until he was comfortably within her. Her tight walls squeezed over him, and his aching length throbbed in reply.

“T-Tis striking deep…” She bit her lip, giving her hips a little wiggle. Arin slid his hand along the impression he made within her, feeling himself through her fur. He pulled back slowly, giving a simple rut.

Luna arched her back, gasping. Her maidenhood stolen by such a fine knight… truly, he was a thief of the heart.

His pace picked up in deep, loving thrusts, the suction of her folds slick along his length. The domed tip of his pole parted her velvet insides elegantly, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine. While he didn’t strike so deep that she couldn’t breath, as Cadence described before when drunk on wine, his cock pressed firmly to her cervix. Giving it a soft kiss.

And he could feel himself, too, sinking in against that fleshy ring within her belly. His deep thrusts ending there, a dollop of pre the only trace of his entry when he withdrew. Quicker than he thought, the lunar princess seized around him, squeezing him from all angles as her voice cried out.

“A-Arin!” She said in a hushed moan. It wasn’t an intense scream, it was a soft, happy whine – as a gush of that sweetly scented love coated his member and soaked his heavy orbs. “T-Thy stamina! T-Tis impressive, m-more than even We can dream!”

Arin wasn’t even close, and she was seizing at the blanket beneath her like it was her last bastion from the unending tide of pleasure. He knew horses of his world had little… ‘stamina’ when it came to breeding a mare. Was it the same here?

He began to rock steadily harder against her, ready to test his hypothesis. Her voice wavered in another sultry moan, her right hoof reaching up to stroke his cheek. “T-Thou does not need to restrain thyself, Our Knight. Y-You may release within Us when ready.”

He blushed at the kind words, giving a nervous smile. “L-Luna, how long does a stallion last in the sheets?…”

She recounted her vivid descriptions from her drunk niece, almost giggling when she thought of Shining’s mortified face at the wedding reception. “As We recall hearing, five minutes is exceptional.”

Arin blinked. “Seraph mating rituals can persist as short as half an hour, and as long as seven. A-As I’ve read, of course.”

Luna blushed. Thirty minutes? While she wasn’t exhausted by any means, she wondered if she could even hold out that long. Arin gave a gentle thrust of his hips, squeezing in against her soft ring within. She moaned, arching her back.

“V-Very well! W-We shall see it through to the end.” She said in a hushed moan, “If our own endurance wavers, We will proclaim it!”

Arin nodded with a smile, kissing her firmly on the lips as his hips sunk into another pleasant thrust. She could already feel the lust bubbling up within her, ready to release in her third orgasm of the night. And he was intent on pushing through it, grunting as the time melted away in loving kisses, heavy slams, and passionate love making.

The half hour mark hit, and he could feel himself growing close. The familiar tug of his swinging jewels bringing him back to the moment, as his teeth latched on to her ear. Luna was a drooling mess beneath him, any sense of the regal princess driven out of her by her sixth mind shattering orgasm.

She was babbling incoherently, stars shooting across the sky in pleasant sparks. Astronomers would note that a dense meteor shower had started without warning. Twilight would be throwing books around her castle, questioning her own notes on star showers of this strength. Ice Lance would be crying in the corner, regretting taking the position as her knight.

Arin growled dominantly as his thrusts lost rhythm, his potent strikes hammering that soft button within her. Jets of pre had soaked into her womb, and his arms held her tight like a vice. In this moment, he felt like he could fly.

In three last deep, satisfying slams of his hips, he hilted himself into her quivering body, grunting as his swollen pole nearly locked himself inside of her, the rounded helm snug against her womb. A thick torrent of his fertile seed slammed into her belly, Luna giving an adorable yelp as he squeezed in every last drop he could. If he was going to be her knight, then she would be his wife, and he made sure not to spill a single bead of the precious seed anywhere else but deep inside.

He could feel his jewels drawn tight within him, pumping in every spare ounce of cream they could manage, the scent of sex mixing with the night time air. Luna’s hindlegs twitched in a well-bred mess, the dress beneath her absolutely ruined with splotches of seed and love.

He held her there for no less than a dozen moments, as Luna settled from quite possibly the most intense orgasm she would ever experience. In the distant castle, two lights clicked off for the night, a duo of royal liars stalking off satisfied with the show. One of them particularly tired, as she would have to raise the sun in a few scant hours.

Arin curled up tight to his Princess, breathing in her wonderful scent. He hadn’t withdrawn yet, too content with the warmth to consider otherwise. Luna had trouble responding, her body catching up to the overwhelming moment. She would giggle, then pant and moan, and nuzzle in, all without a word.

“Are you going to be okay?” Arin asked after a while, as Luna settled down.

“We are… more than okay.” She said between breaths. Her knight smiled, kissing her fully on the lips again. She enjoyed it, falling back tiredly to the blanket below afterwords. Gently, Arin pulled his softening member from her thoroughly stretched insides, not bothering to clean up as he lazily pulled her in.

“Mine.” He whispered into her ear. She blushed, nodding.

“Yours.”