Desert Night

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>"Yes," The Princess muses, casting a cursory glance over you. "Yes, I think the young Lily would prove quite a suitable challenge for your tutelage, anon."
>You glance up from the quill and parchment, blinking. Desert Night is still deeply fixated on her book.
>She has a nasty habit of resuming conversations she'd begun and ended an hour earlier.
>One of the many vestiges of her genius, you suppose
>All the same you are quite confused.
"What?"
>The heir to the desert throne does not look up from her book, but she waits a while before replying.
>"You know the one," she says, a calm warmth in her voice. "The Equestrian."
>It takes a few seconds to sink in
>The fire crackles innocuously.
Oh!
"The Princess' Aide?"
>The Shareef's daughter laughs. "Yes, quite. Or one of them, anyway."
"Ah." You drum your fingers against the lectern thoughtfully. "Umm..."
>You cannot help but imagine that the Princess is amused at your short-term memory. It is undeniably human of you to forget trivial things from time to time, but it is not the Arabian way to forget a name.
>She closes her book to glance up at you, her eyes fixed in a quizzical glare.
>"I believe she took quite a liking to you, anonymous."
>
>You take some more time to think.
>That little pony from earlier this morning...
"Did she have a blue tail?"
>Desert Night laughs at your remark.
>"An interesting part of a mare to remember," she says, raising one slender eyebrow at you.
>Whoops! That didn't come out wrong at all.
>Quickly, you take the time to cover for your mistake.
"Horns, tails and wings are not something we humans are so gifted with," you say cautiously. "It is still quite a shock to see such things, let alone in such vivid colours."
>The Princess giggles.
>Now that's something you're not terribly accustomed to.
>Usually she's far more solemn around you - though admittedly, it may be her tall, dark and rather intimidating figure that gives you that impression.
>"...Indeed, anon," she says, her voice laced with amusement. She did not seem to buy your excuse. "If I might say so, you spend so much time eying those Equestria-born ponies."
>Your stomach does a tiny churn, and you devote your attention to the letter you're writing to Princess Celestia.
"It's nice to see an Equestrian around," you say. "I haven't seen any in quite some time, let alone any that are so close to Celestia."
>"True, true," she says. You can almost feel the pensive expression on her face. "It must be very hard for you to be away from your kin.
"They are not quite my kin," you begin to say, but then you pause.
"Well." You glance up at the wall distractedly. Upon it hangs a horn-woven rug the colour of the night sky. "Not literally."
>A soft trotting breaks your immovable gaze from the near distance.
>The Princess approaches you leisurely, her lips curved into a reflective pout.
>"Perhaps you miss your home a bit too much, hmm?"
>The remark strikes true, and you nod in defeat.
"As much as any man, yes."
>You watch her as she takes a few delicate strides with her long, elegant legs. They fold neatly beneath her as she settles down onto a large silken pouf, one of many scattered on the floor between you and the fire.
>"You miss your friends, yes?"
>She turns her head to look at you proper, her reclining form meeting your sitting figure at desk level. Her perfectly oiled mane shimmers a familiar purple in the firelight.
"Naturally, of course."
>"And nothing more?"
>You pause a moment, unsure how to reply. The Princess surveys you with something close to curiosity.
>"I speak of course of a stallion's needs."
>Ah, um.
"I..." you pause, once again struck thoughtless. "We, um... I'm positive that I'm not a stallion."
>"But you still have a harem of concubines, do you not? Come now - surely your harem of mares are the luckiest under the sun and stars."
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>You stare at her, bewildered.
>Taking your silence as a mute 'no', the Princesses' eyes widen somewhat.
>"...No harem?" she repeats vaguely, the decorative silk bridle around her muzzle not hiding the faint 'o' of surprise on her lips. "But what of the love all ponies ache for? The love so generously shared between mares and stallion?"
>Well this is just extremely awkward.
>For you, anyway.
"Well, no," you lie quickly. "I do not miss that. Equestrians are my friends. And - to be honest? I find it hard to envisage them as any lover. I find it harder to picture multiple lovers."
>The Princess Nods sagely, shifting her weight slightly between her hooves. The pouf shifts slightly, the thousand, thousand fibres that comprise it flashing from lilac to ebony as they shift under her weight.
>"I understand," she says. "You must only find mares of your own world lovely. Are Equestrians not your type?"
"They're cute," you reply flatly. "But my thoughts are conflicted as far as that goes."
>"What of your Princess Celestia, then? Do you find her beautiful?"
>You grimace.
>Princess Celestia? She was beautiful, yes, but... she was Celestia. Immortal.
"Yes," you decide, before immediately becoming aware that you're succumbing to her questioning. You quickly dive back into finishing your letter. "And I owe her this letter."
>The Princess' voice wafts into your ear, gentle and dark as her coat "Ah, ever faithful."
>There's a pause.
>"They're cute, you say. Indeed, anonymous, I'll give them that..."
>You hear a rustle.
>You glance up, and your eyes widen in shock.
>The Princess has moved slightly.
>She now lies partially on her side, watching you with a faint smile on her lips.
>You're fairly certain of her body language, though you scarce believe it.
>"And what of us Saddle Arabians, anon?" she cooes. "Wouldn't you prefer something...more your size?"
>Snap!
>Your eyes flit down.
>The quill in your hand has broken under the sudden tensing of every muscle in your body.
>You look back to Desert Night...
>And as you do, she shifts one of her legs.
>All of a sudden, a gingery scent stings your palate.
>It is her.
>Her silence is absolute, and her gaze pierces deeply into yours
>Two flecks of dim opal, hidden beneath a veil of rich amethyst mane.
>She speaks to you without words
>'Come hither'
>You hasten to obey, drawing the chair back quickly.
>She giggles at your sudden about-face.
>"How quickly you change your tune, Anonymous."
>You grin back.
"It is the joy of serving her most royal highness."
>The corners of her lips curve into a playful smile. "Is that so? Perhaps you would care to indulge me, then.
>Subservient, you take a knee before her, dropping to eye level.
>You raise a hand, to cup her cheek and face
>How perfect a creature she is, her magenta fur is sleek to the touch
>She responds by turning her head ever so slightly, allowing you more access to her neck.
>"I have always been curious about your hands," Desert Night confesses. Her voice is as level and composed as ever, but it trembles slightly as you tickle a solitary finger under her jaw.
"What is there to wonder about, your highness?"
>She does not respond for a while, too busy enjoying the ministrations of your hands on her silken fur.
>"They are unlike hooves," she muses. "They are soft, not hard. They are warm, and... ah!"
>She flinches as your fingers skim their way over and behind her ear
>It bats and twitches happily
>"A-and do things that I am most unaccustomed to..." she continues, her voice slightly fainter. "I have always desired to... explore them."
>You lean closer and push your hand past her ear, back into the silken recesses of her purple mane.
>A hissing breath escapes her as you slowly close your hand over her mane. Gently you tug - not hard enough to cause her any physical pain, but enough to mirror your desire.
>That does something for her.
>At the very first tug she nickers insistently, pulling away from your hand and wincing.
>"Nngh..." she gives off an involuntary shiver.
"Does it hurt?" you ask, curious.
>Her eyes flutter open
>When they do, they bore directly into you, glittering with want.
>"N-no, it's just that..." she swallows, composes herself and continues. "It's just that a mare's mane is most sensitive..."
>Is that so?
>You smile wickedly and tug again, this time a little harder.
>This time a tiny moan slips between her lips
>She bites her lip in frustration
"And your tail?" you ask.
>She does not reply, but you see her eyes light up in a mixture of trepidation and anticipation
>You release her mane, slipping your hand down to her barrel.
>Breaking her attention from you, she looks down to your hand, which daws tiny circles around her chest.
>"Anonymous," she blurts out, after a full eight or nine seconds of your hand sinking lower and lower towards her belly.
"Yes?" you say, not stopping.
>"..."
>She says nothing further, but lowers her head and rolls onto her side, her eyes shut in near bliss.
>You catch a full whiff of her scent now
>Where before it had been a vague hint, you can practically taste her nectar on your tongue already
>It mingles with the Jasmine oils laced through her mane and neck, creating a heady musk that you are all but helpless to imbibe
>You dare to lower your head to her royal highness.
>You yearn to touch her perfect form with your imperfect lips, to ravish her with every fibre of your being
>But first you must taste her.
>Dropping ever so close to her long neck, you open your lungs, and breathe deep in the scent of the east.
>Her body smells of the ministrations of her dozens of servants, and her fur is sleek with the perfume of Roses and Oud
>Somewhere in the back of your mind, your heart thuds dimly as you savour every second.
>"...Does the fragrance of a real mare please you?"
>Her gentle voice wafts from some way above you, and you look up
>The gentle crests of her cheeks are reddened, tanning the fur there to a dark burgundy.
>You smile at her.
>It's almost as if she's still trying to seduce you.
>Still locked deeply into her eyes, you lower your lips onto her neck and peck her once or twice
>You feel her shiver in delight at the wash of your hot breath over her neck.
>Her scent is intoxicating.
>You want more of this forbidden fruit.
>You draw back your lips, pushing deeply into her neck and gently biting her
>She gasps and moans, and you feel her curl against your prostrated form, desperately pressing any part of herself she can into you, as though you might slip away
>You raise your attention to her slender jawline, kissing and nipping your way through the nape of her neck
>You are only halfway to her lips when you feel her pull away with a huff of unsatisfied desire
>With a need that borders desperation she presses her lips against yours
>Within seconds her long tongue laps against you, begging for entry, a request you happily oblige
>The kiss grows steadily hotter and hotter, until you can feel that the laps of her tongue around your own do not fill her lust
>She pushes firmly against you, still trying to drink deeply from whatever source of you she can find...
>To the point where she presses you down into the large, rose-coloured pouf.
>Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she shifts her weight over yours...
>You raise one leg and press your knee against something warm and drenched.
>You feel Desert Night whinny softly in a mixture of shock and pleasure, and almost immediately the hotness presses deeper against your leg, grinding greedily
>Your hands find themselves wandering down the back of her neck
>One embeds itself tightly amongst the bulk of her violet coiffure, the other traces down along the side of her belly to her sensitive teats
>You merely graze one with your knuckle, and Desert Night lets out a full-on whimper of abject pleasure
>Wasting no time, you press your hand lower down her body.
>Slowly you cut your way through her ever-dampening furline, feeling a distinct wamrth burning hotter and hotter against your hand
>Until you feel a drop of wetness slither onto the palm of your hand...
>Now that is something you cannot resist.
>Breaking from your attacks on her neck and withers, you raise the hand in front of your face
>The length of your index finger is covered in a fine sheen of her cunt's sweet nectar
>You lick it up greedily, savouring the sweet saltiness of her arousal
>She tastes as she smells...
>Delicious.
>Becoming greedy, you lust for more.
>You break from her, swiftly dropping your head down the length of her belly and to the prize you so eagerly seek
>Past the tuft of chest fur at the top of her barrel
>Down past the creamy smoothness of her underbelly
>Down to the instep of her leg, its pale violet fur dampened to a sticky royal purple
>You extend your tongue, dragging it against her soaked fur, but stopping short of the real prize
>Below, you can see the vague crests of her cutie marks, two half-moons wreathed in a veil of clouds
>Above are her teats, pink and tender and slightly damp from your teasing
>And dead in the center, a shade of deep burgundy, is her flushed flower
>It leaks a gentle stream of her juices over her leg and onto the pouf below
>As you gently spread her legs open to better satisfy your own desire, she winks once or twice, the cute little button of her clitoris flashing and twitching desperately
>Tenderly, you lower your mouth to the entrance of her long slit
>Without hesitating, you blow a cool stream of air against her soaked nethers.
>Desert Night whimpers audibly once more.
>You slowly extend your tongue, waiting for the divine moment where you can taste her for yourself
>And quickly drag it up the length of her slit, bumping against her flushed clit on the way
>With a strangled yelp, a tiny gush of marecum squirts against your lips, a mini-orgasm that drenches your chin...
>You lick it up eagerly, following up with several laps against the outsides of her cunny, grinning from ear to ear while you do so.
>You're going to enjoy tonight.
>And so is she, by the looks of things
>Her pants and gentle sighs fill the chamber as you continue to clean up after her
>After a while you pull away to inspect your work
>Her flower is flushed slightly, with the very slightest hint of feminine moisture leaking down over her sumptuous ass
>As you stare at it, she winks once more, sending another tiny spool of glittering marecum down over her clit
>You quickly lean down and give her button another kiss.
>Just one last kiss.
>She whinnies in surprise as you penetrate past her lips with your tongue
>A whinny that soon turns into another cute litle nicker of delight as you fasten your lips around that sensitive little switch of hers, sucking furiously
>"Enough!"
>You break from your task, pulling your head away gently but still suckling at her clit
>"A-ahn... Anonymous," she whines.
>You make a muffled 'hmm?'
>"As much a-as I would desire you to continue... I want your love."
>Well, that's good enough for you
>You're already as hard as diamonds anyway
>You scoot back up over her groin, using a stray hand to free the cord that binds your simple librarian's robe
>Your length springs free, and you waste no time in aligning it with her perfectly wet nethers.
>You look up, and into Desert Night's face again, smiling somewhat
>Her eyes are closed, and her teeth are gritted somewhat
>You feel her pressing up against the tip of your head, just barely out of reach to satiate her
>She winks once, begging you silently to continue
>Slowly you press into her crimson holies, feeling her cunt spasm and wink around the presence of your member
>God, she must be sensitive
>You haven't even started yet and she's carrying on like she's about to -
>All of a sudden, you feel her clenching cease
>Another tiny waterfall of marecum washes against your balls
>You pause for a bit
"Did you just...?"
>She doesn't wait for an answer
>Instead she lunges for your body
>With the strength of a needy mare she throws both forehooves around you
>You take the hint and begin to pound into her in earnest
>The noise of your balls hitting softly against her drenched button mingles with the satisfied whimpering of Desert Night
>As if that wasn't making you diamond hard, toward the lower end of your gaze you can see the soft mounds of her teats leaking slightly
>The taste of her still on your lips drives you forward as you continue to fuck her honeypot
>A hot, sick swoop of pleasure shoots down your spine as you feel her pussy begin to gush once more, clamping tightly against your cock
>No, more like throttling your cock
>Perhaps it's because she's hot with anticipation or excited to finally get at you
>But every inch of her hot, slick and silky flesh against yours burns with desire
>It makes it a struggle not to turn into a one-minute wonder...
>Thankfully, two and three and four pass in a blissful haze
>Not that Desert Night seems to notice, her moans increasing in volume and intensity, her hips convulsing in ecstasy
>Her head rolls back a bit, and you feel the length of her pristine silken tail lash against your legs, flicking marecum with it
>Your boiling point is near, and her cunt takes it in greedily, desperately begging you for your seed
>With a shivering grunt you hilt yourself, feeding her desperate need
>Another series of orgasmic moans echo around the room
>Desert night sounds like she's in heaven
>You give her something to moan about
>Pinning yourself against her groin, you reach out with both hands and wrap them in fistfuls of her mane
>And with one final thrust, you pull.
>Her moans skyrocket as you pour a sticky load into the depths of her hot, moist cunt, which sucks and winks and spasms
>Again she sounds like she's walking on air, and so you try to hold her there while your dick twitches, firing load after load into her
>You do the best you can to keep her there while she soaks you with her nethers, bathing you in sweet mare secretions
>You lie like that for a while, panting and regaining your breath
>Being a scribe was hard work at times
>Your own musings are interrupted by Desert Night, who has finally come down off of her high, a full ten seconds of spasming and twitching, her face slowly uncoiling from its orgasmic ahegao
>You gently retreat your cock a little bit, an act that makes her suddenly whinny in fright
>"N-no, just..."
>She swallows and tries again.
>"Just stay like this. Just for a while."
>And so you do
>It would be romantic were it not for the fact that your juices are currently mingling with hers, slipping from the confines of her generous marecunt and pooling on the pouf beneath you
>It doesn't stop you from resting your head on her chest with a heady sigh
>Round two soon-ish, you hope