Thy Namesake
TsubakiiHime
Chapter Seven
Princess Celestia was a patient Goddess.
Her patience could be seen in the innocence of day; in the ways of pampering herself for a morning of scheduled meetings and gatherings for the commonwealth of her Nation; in the ways of sitting through endless, unnecessary lectures from those designated to brief her on subjects she was well versed in; in the ways of choosing afternoon teas instead of coffee so that she could rest easier at night, of keeping her poise dignified and erect while in the scrutinizing public eye, and of countless other mundane sacrifices she selflessly surrendered to that of her stature.
And yet, on the underside to all of that patience, Princess Celestia was also a sadistic Goddess.
The two concepts are not unrelated if one takes the time to dwell on their similarities. She was a master of self inflicting torture. Not observable to the naked eye, this art was a subtlety exclusive only to those who knew Equestria's Sun Goddess on a deeper personal level, and currently that was only one other; her sister of course. Not at all unlike that of banishing the other half of your soul to the moon for a thousand years and living in the burdened shadow of both sins, the manifest of sadism is often born from those who live a life so depraved of gratification that they begin to derive pleasure in being withheld from it.
Like the fermenting of a fine wine; the longer it sits, the sweeter the taste. Years and years will pass before one whose palate is more refined in the art will drink; and in the meantime, you get to watch the flower bloom and grow before your very eyes, yet are not allowed to pick until it is just right.
So what, you may ask, was our dearest Princess patiently withholding from while still finding satisfaction in this time?
Hmm, I believe the answer lies in the locked memories that now stimulated her morning coffee in ways that no other could even touch; in the way that her mind revealed to her over and over the flushed, pure, naked flesh of the one she so longingly desired; in the way she was no longer plagued by misconstrued feelings of inferiority, but now secured tightly by an inferno fueled by a lifetime of unresolved sexual tension so emphatically pleading to be released from its prison bars.
And most importantly, in the way of a sharp piercing gaze from the woman who put her in this predicament to begin with; the one she thought of as her sparkling beauty- a chuckle at the pun-, a goddess in her own right to be properly worshipped on her pedestal soon enough.
But not yet. No, not yet.
Celestia's years of experience in handling this sadistic spree had finally paid off. To her, Twilight was more than just a love interest or a failed tryst of heart. Her sparkling velvet beauty held so much importance despite her attempts to avoid emotional attachment. There were still things hanging between them, words unspoken, apologies unanswered, which was all the more reason for Celestia to go that extra mile and exercise her sadistic patience. If she were to truly do this, she would do it right; and she knew the only way to proceed with laudable results would be to let the her burning touch simmer until it was absolutely brimming over the edge. Then- and only then- would she concede to her desire and seek the one she wished to relinquish her long forgotten wrath of lust upon.
That time came on the third day, a Tuesday, from their weekend encounter.
That morning had been normal enough to any outside onlooker. She rose shortly before dawn, performed her first duties of the day by raising the sun, and spent the early hours of the morning reading new policy drafts sent in by governors from all over Equestria, giving either her signature of approval or stamp of rejection, all as per usual. Yet, as it had been the days before, she suffered through a severe case of dominant reminiscence plaguing her meandering time between signatures. The memories chosen consisted of sensual moans and the enticement of a certain Princess laid bare and bashful before her; begging, pleading for her mercy, telling her that she's on the verge of orgasm again and again and-
"Celestia!"
Startled, she raised her head from her seat on the throne to see Luna staring at her, an amused expression and a raised eyebrow to match. In her hand she held a thick stack of parchment bearing the Royal Seal.
"Yes?" She snapped, not appreciating being so rudely interrupted from her thoughts, "What is it?"
"Sister..? Are you.. Alright?"
"I'm fine, perfectly fine. What do you want, Luna?"
The darker Princess pursed her lips. Her sister was snappier than usual. And that would only make this next part much more difficult.
"You, uh, need to resign these," She held out the papers, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"Resign them? Why, what's wrong-"
Having snatched the papers to read for herself, she glanced over the line that was supposed to bear her signature and instantly blushed as Luna had. Yeah, she would definitely need to resign them, or better yet have them redrafted altogether and have these copies burned. Instead of her signature, the line read in permanent inkstained scribbles, "Twilight Sparkle will submit to me". Well, then. That was certainly not right. She flipped to the next one, "She will submit and I will be the one to make her beg," and the next one, "I cannot wait to tease her flesh until she is burning, begging for release by my hand." Flustered, Celestia stared at the page as if her writing was some newly developed language she could not decipher.
"I thought you said you were handling this, Sister?" Luna chanced a hint of humor at her sister's expense but Celestia hadn't been bothered by her mundane taunting.
She knew her time had come when she could no longer perform her royal duties with the accuracy they required. Which, she was disappointed to admit, came a bit sooner than she expected. She had initially wanted to spend the rest of the week dwelling on this wonderful feeling of anticipation budding anew. But, she knew, there was also the prospect of resolving Twilight's anger if she was not amendable. If she made her move too soon, she chanced giving the wrong impression. If she made her move too late, she risked Twilight not being receptive at all.
Determination set, she stood from her throne and shed her regalia.
"Sister?"
"Please take over for me, Luna. I wish to take the day off." Now there was a group of words she had not clumped together in a long, long while.
"Day off?!" Luna repeated incredulously, "You have not had a day off in over a thousand years!"
"As I am aware," She remarked dryly as she strode past a gaping Luna.
"And just where do you think you are going?! You- I- Are you just going to dump all of this on me now?!"
"I do believe I told you to take over my position, Sister," Celestia turned in the doorway before she left, a prominent smirk in place, "You did say I could lean on you, right? Or are you not as qualified as you proclaim to be?"
"I.. But.. Argh, fine!" She had no choice but to accept considering Celestia's trace of magic had already vanished from the premises. "You owe me one!" She called out to the void before she ripped the papers of the strip where Celestia's signature should have been and lit them with a swirl of blue fire from her horn.
"Deliver these to the back room to be redrafted on fresh parchment," Luna commanded to a nearby officer, "And send Glider a basket of blueberry muffins for his trouble. Those are his favorite."
She flipped through the newer documents as a precaution and found a few towards the rear that were also littered with inappropriate editorial comments from Celestia. She groaned. "Make that two baskets..."
Tuesday morning came far too early for Twilight's tastes. After another night of broken sleep and questionable thoughts that couldn't quell her wandering mind, her alarm was silenced mere seconds before it was set. There was much on the agenda for this morning's checklist- rearranging, dusting, and other odd cleaning all throughout the castle was in order; as everyone would be gathering for a special Pancake Brunch in only a few short hours. Waking Spike had been no easy task, but once they were both fully functional she had him help her set the grand dining hall for the event. Once done with their chore, she sent the purple dragon to help Pinkie with the last of the pancakes. Castle to herself, she happily trotted up the stairs for a relaxing hot shower and was now preparing a calming cup of tea for a peaceful morning alone before her home would become strewn in the chaos known as her five best friends. And Spike, of course.
She was in the kitchen wrapped in scant but her drying towel; her freshly conditioned hair flowed in a wet line down her back while drops of dew hung from the tips of her wing feathers. She turned the stove on low for a small pot of water when her thoughts betrayed her concentration and idly strayed back to Celestia. She had been firm when she last left the sisters; she had been put off by their lack of.. Finesse... But still, she couldn't help but feel a small tinge of guilt. She yelled at them, in their own castle no less. It was no wonder she hadn't heard from Celestia yet, and still she had wondered why her gaze had seemed so… Soft... Somewhat warm, soothing of sorts.. Affectionate, even...
Gah, not again! The whistling pot brought her back to the present and she grabbed it from the front burner. She was completely unaware of the menacing presence that had been lurking in the open doorway, watching her like a hawk for some time now.
"Twilight Sparkle!" The intruder roared after a while of private delectable staring. No, Celestia inwardly answered to her mind's previous question of, 'Hadn't she ever heard of caution?' while eyeing Twilight's current state of undress; apparently not.
"Sweet Merciful... Celestia?!" Twilight jumped, caught by surprise like a frightened cat, and gaped at her former mentor leaning so casually in her doorway. The kettle banged on the stove with a loud 'klang' and she fumbled to save her poor, defenseless cup from falling to the floor. "W-What are you doing here?"
Wasting no time in making her true intentions known, the Sun Goddess quickly covered the space between them and set her eyes boring directly into Twilight's. The younger stepped back until, having nowhere left to go, she came pressed against the crystal countertop. Celestia's sudden invasion of her personal bubble made her clasp nervously to her towel.
"How dare you storm off without giving me proper chance to explain myself," Celestia greedily hummed and, without further warning, she claimed Twilight's lips out of sheer hunger that had been long deprived.
Easily distracted by the mere thought- it was all she could do to remember how to breathe, let alone think at a time like this- Twilight missed when Celestia effortlessly slipped the towel loose from its knot and let it fall graciously to the floor. Those hands, those slender fingers she knew too well, felt warm on her waist, holding her, stroking the mark of her being so close, so intimately; and Twilight felt as if her residing desires were finally given life in the form of red hot chills bursting through a threshold that even she was not aware of. Until now, that is.
She did not want it to stop.
The next instant she found herself no longer surrounded by kitchen scenery, her empty teacup long forgotten and pot of water left abandoned to cool itself; but now she was being pushed back onto the familiar plush of her bed held down by the weight of a body topping her. Celestia sat straddling her waist, fingers openly splayed on what she realized was her naked chest, and she started to panic. She was fully exposed, willingly, for the first time before the one she loved, and yet… The way Celestia's eyes displayed such appreciation as they raked her barren form was quick to wash away any lost remnants of Twilight's concern. Oh, God, she hadn't even touched her yet and Twilight could already feel the tension growing just from that smoldering gaze. Her lingering memory from their last night together was but a mere shadow compared to this look of blatant, fearless lust.
Celestia stroked her cheek fondly from above and asked, "Are you frightened?"
Twilight shook her head and leaned into the generous warmth, "Nervous," She managed to choke out.
Celestia shifted her weight to better embrace her Twilight. No longer able to resist the urge to tease and taste, she let her tongue dance along the base of her neck, which caused a resulting gasp from the younger as she felt a wet heat taunt her flesh for the very first time. The older then paused, a humorous breath purposefully set to escape her lips and, felt on her skin, caused Twilight to shiver with an answering moan.
"You have no reason to be," Celestia drawled in the intimate shell of her ear, delighted when Twilight gave a small squeal, and pulled the bottom- most part where she knew to be especially sensitive considerately between her teeth. Twilight wrapped her arms around Celestia's back and tugged her down, wanting her even closer than she was now; but Celestia resisted in favor of observing the bright shade of crimson flush across her cheeks. "You are as beautiful as ever," Her Goddess spoke with abundance to her tone. With the flat of her tongue she slowly licked the underside to the very tip of Twilight's horn.
It felt like the unmistakable pulse and wave of an electric current shot through her spine and settled deep inside her core. Twilight nearly convulsed under the binding pressure.
"W-What was that," Twilight asked with a hint of shy curiosity, a trait that Celestia had come to covet about her Twilight above all else.
"You've never had your horn licked, have you?"
The peculiar question made Twilight blush. It seemed like such an intimate thing to do and, honestly, she had never even considered it before. Once again she shook her head, "You're the first."
"Good," Celestia praised. She sat up and let her hands start their pacing, as they had been itching to all along. She started with the obvious smoothing of her chest, the rounding of her breasts, and even further to the dip of her abdomen. To her utter delight, a touch so simple seemed to elicit all sorts of enticing sounds from her young lover. The thrill of watching as her cheeks glowed in vibrant shades of red, each shade rosier than the next, sent chills down the elder's spine and only encouraged the ravenous possessiveness that swelled within. "And I will be the only one allowed to do so."
Twilight chuckled. She managed to bring herself up on her arms to watch as Celestia slid off her well flushed body and kneeled before her, continuing the trace of touch down her thighs, to which she quivered. "Luna was right. You are jealous."
"Does that bother you?" Her Goddess asked around a flutter of kisses served to her ankle and Twilight had to lean her head back with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth before she could respond.
"N-No, not at all," Twilight spoke the truth. "I think you have a right to be."
Taken aback by such an answer, Celestia narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow. She was seconds from nibbling toe by toe but stopped and first asked, "How so?"
But suddenly all coherent thought was temporarily lost as another jolt of pure electricity shot through her entire being and situation itself at the center where the brimstone blazed. Twilight fell back, her body taken by a pleasurable surprise, and then suddenly it was free from the meticulous torture.
"How do you do that?"
It was Celestia's turn to chuckle now. "How do I do what, my Twilight?" She feigned innocence while leaning back on her knees. Twilight heaved an exasperated sigh.
"You know what I'm asking!"
Overcome by the fluttering skip of her heart, Celestia reached out to caress the trills of her neck and immersed herself into the depths of a harmonious kiss.
"Discord's Hell," Twilight rasped when she pulled away, "You just had my toe in your mouth. My toe, Celestia."
The sound of her Goddess' laughter reverberated through her soul and somehow made her feel even more inexperienced than she already felt. Was Celestia mocking her?!
"What is so funny about this?! I don't understand how you can.. And it felt so.. And my horn-"
"Did it feel good to you?" Celestia seized her chin and turned those flustered eyes up to her own.
"Y-Yeah, but-"
With a shake of her head and a kiss to her forehead, Celestia confidently dismissed her doubts, "Then don't worry about how or why, and just focus on how it makes you feel, my Twilight."
Once again Celestia slipped from the bed. She stood overlooking the stained- glass window and idly admired how brisk the morning air felt. Even her trademarked sunlight seemed to shine brighter, radiant like an illusion from a mirror. Perhaps it was an effect from her current mood, or perhaps it was caused by the youthful beauty at her mercy; but for whatever reason Celestia noticed a detrimental change in her ambition. Twilight eyed her carefully from her refuge. She noticed her sudden change in attitude and, as she began to remove the lace garment around her shirt, felt compelled to touch her Goddess for herself.
"Wait," Twilight called out urgently before Celestia could fully remove the garment. Her Goddess slowly turned and gave her a vehement look but Twilight was already moving from her position. She stood nervously glancing to the floor, wondering if this- her desire, that is- would be okay. "I want to do that," She muttered with a doubt of confidence.
Attentive to her need Celestia lead her into a firm embrace, "It would be my pleasure," She cooed in the younger's ear, "But don't think that it will be easy." As she spoke she slinked a hand down her lover's body to cup a luscious buttock securely in her grasp. Twilight immediately tensed and coiled herself into Celestia's chest where she tried unsuccessfully to hide a moan.
"Oh? What's wrong, I thought you wanted to undress me?" Celestia teased, evident smirk in place.
Eyes narrowed and determination set, Twilight bundled the silk in her fists. She forcefully yanked the garment up and then carefully over her Goddess' head, "You are impossible."
Not one to miss a chance for mischief, Celestia replied, "I'm afraid this is only the beginning." She cupped the other and squeezed, her prim nails dug in slightly and Twilight moaned once more.
"Oh, Tartarus, you are too distracting," Twilight pushed her back until she tumbled on the bed, "I'll do it my way." She immediately straddled Celestia but once she claimed her new throne she couldn't help but bite her lip nervously. It was yet another new, intimate position to explore, as she was fully unclothed yet her lover was not, not yet. But this was her chance to touch and entice as Celestia had done; to tease and taste and most importantly, to lavish. Celestia sat back on her arms but made no move otherwise when Twilight's fingers brushed along her skin. She was too enraptured by the sense of urgency in her gaze to notice. Reaching out to rub her thumb across the younger's cheek, Celestia briefly wondered if her own had ever looked as enchanting as this.
"C-Celestia," Twilight huffed.
The Sun Goddess finally sat up in favor of claiming those pouting lips and giving her young lover the chance she needed to remove the offending shirt. Twilight quickly complied and one short tug later was happy to gaze upon her statuesque figure waiting to be touched. Staring was not good enough, neither was the expensive black lace still censoring her queen. She fumbled with the clumsy bra clasp, however, and Celestia gave her a slight hand with an impatient wave of her magic. She needed to feel her Twilight, skin to skin, as much as Twilight wanted the same. The need was overwhelming. Her velvet princess tasted of everything she'd ever wished for, beyond everything she'd ever desired. Hesitant in her touch, Twilight's fingers trembled as they were finally given permission to fulfill a long neglected primitive demand. She was still sweet and pure, like a fine brew aged to perfection just begging to be drank. And oh, how Celestia would drink when the time would come. For now, as with everything she did, she would wait. She would let the air between them gradually heat and come to a sizzling simmer; she would let the passion build, their bodies enticing and coaxing each other to a beat of their own; and she would teach Twilight what it felt like to be loved in this way, to be desired, to be praised for all she worth and much, much more.
"Oh, Celestia; my sweet, merciful beauty; my Goddess, my Celestia; I'm so happy you're finally mine," Twilight moaned a little too close to Celestia's ear, and the older came undone by the honest sentiment loosely muttered from the one she loved so dearly. Her falling fate rested in Twilight's control and yet, she knew she was safe; that, if she allowed herself to drown in this feeling, she would be rescued. She moved them so that Twilight was laying back correctly on the bed and Celestia was, once again, towering her. She could deny it no longer, her time had come.
"But, I wasn't do-oone," Twilight moaned, the pressure of Celestia suddenly grinding against her took over her every thought. This was like a scene from her wildest fantasies, or the sweetest of her dreams; the full realization swelled her heart and intensified the budding passion within her. Twilight couldn't help but reciprocate her desires, her hips swayed to Celestia's rhythm of their own volition.
"I see. So you like being on top, do you?" Celestia casually leaned in to murmur in yet another clash of their bodies.
"M-Maybe," Twilight stuttered. She was captivated by the way Celestia's eyes seemed to flash in approval; it was a look that had always been her weakness.
For what it was worth, Twilight had in fact been an avid feminine breast fan. She had long since committed to memory the shape of her mentor's cup and the extent of her cleavage. And yet, seeing them fully bare and nipples erect seemed to have the most profound effect on her to date. Whereas before she could only speculate from afar, now she could explore the curvature for herself. Her fingers would be forever unbound, not to be stopped unless absolutely necessary; and so would her lips. An experiment was in order. With great care she drew a pert nipple into her mouth and sucked gently, as if asking permission to delve further. The answering moan that met her stirred that pool of electric heat once more and she decided she would do [i]anything[/i] to hear those types of moans from Celestia again. Celestia cradled her neck and let her fingers tangle into Twilight's mane.
"I do like being on top," the younger spoke from around her mouthful, "But this is good, too."
Celestia was reduced to whimpering. Twilight had effortlessly managed to find one of her body's greatest weaknesses, not to mention that her being overly tender only served to further fuel the fire she felt coursing through her veins.
"Yes, good," Twilight answered and let her fingers journey down her lover's backside as she continued nibbling. She found Celestia's wings were especially delicate to her touch- they physically vibrated in her grasp. How curious.
"Twilight!" Celestia gasped, the grip on her mane tightened, and Twilight wasted no time in stroking the lightly trembling feathers until they came to outright buzzing. Still, she had much to explore.
When she finally reached the lower half of her lover's back, and with Celestia well flushed and panting, she remembered that her lover was still not fully unclothed and that her pants remained as the last puzzle to be easily solved. She smirked and hmphed to herself and let her fingers get to work. She set to slowly letting her fingertips graze her sides, surprised that even the Sun Goddess herself could be so vulnerable in such places. Maybe, she hoped, it was just her touch that had her like this. She let her palms smooth up her stomach as she considered such an idea.
Catching her intent, Celestia released her grip and raised herself upright, apologetically pushing Twilight back as she did so. Another swell of her heart thumped and pulsed as Twilight considered her Goddess in the radiant morning glow. Such a rare sight it was to witness Celestia so flush and Twilight felt in passing that perhaps this rarity was something she herself had only had the pleasure of seeing. Her eyes raked all over the beloved treasure as she could, and was unaware that Celestia had been doing the same. Then she huffed at the profane belted loops of the pants that would soon be conquered. She reached a hand out to undo the clasp when Celestia intercepted before she had the chance.
"Twilight," Celestia spoke low, uncertain. This was not an original part of her plan and while there would be no turning back, she still couldn't help but dwell on her own feelings of the past, her own jaded flaws. She had always faltered in expressing this particular insecurity, however. She wondered if Twilight would understand if she were ever able to tell her.
But Celestia needn't worry. Twilight understood all too well. She faithfully glanced up with much devotion gleaming in those purple eyes. It was times like this that reaffirmed her feelings more than ever. She knew exactly what her Goddess needed and she knew exactly how to deliver the message. Despite Celestia's hand still covering hers, Twilight resumed her pace. She barely managed to unhook the first loop before Celestia tightened her hold.
"Celestia," Twilight summoned her lowest, most sensual tone and brought their hands to her lips where she placed a chaste kiss upon the fingers she had come to fervently appreciate.
"Forgive me, it's been so long since I've allowed myself a moment of selfish indulgence," Celestia blushed and held her head low, the curtain of her pastel hair covered the right half of her face.
"All the more reason for me to be on top right now," Twilight smiled and swiped the multicolored veil to praise her lover's flushed face. In a desire to kiss those forlorn lips, she attempted to raise herself but was immediately held down by a forceful palm to her chest.
"You are absolutely perfect right where you are," Celestia held her still while unclasping her pants herself. With a quick lift of her hips she allowed Twilight to slide them off leg by leg, shivering as she felt her lover eagerly linger upon being granted fresh skin to explore. But alas, her expedition would be cut short. She then settled beside Twilight and pulled her into an embrace, "Besides... Now I have you right where I want you."
Twilight's breath caught in her throat. She was sure her heart was about to burst through her chest. Celestia wanted her, had finally said it out loud! Sure she knew, she had an inkling of an idea, but how wonderful it was to finally hear the provocation uttered in such a tone!
"Holy Cerberus!" Twilight shouted as she felt a cool brush against her womanhood. More electricity flowed into that pool and it felt as if it were a dull throb and ache of sorts. She knew what was coming next, although she wasn't sure how long she would last. Her body was already a thousand degrees higher than she was used to, and, honestly, she did not mind it. Not one little bit.
Celestia chuckled as she parted her lover's legs, "If you insist on swearing," she spoke in a low whisper against her lips, "May the only name you take in vain in our bedroom be mine."
Her fingers expertly slipped beneath the folds and found immediately her apparent arousal and rosy bud. With a slow pace she set the motion in the way she knew would have Twilight thrashing about in mere moments and was rather pleased with herself in the way her love's hips rose and fell in the rhythm she set.
"C-Celestia," Twilight moaned, her wrapped arm finding loose feathers to gather while her other hand came to rest on top of her Goddess' teasing one.
"Mmm, again," Celestia commanded in that sultry tone that sent shivers from her head to the tips of her wings to her core. Celestia increased pace.
"Celestia," Twilight moaned a little louder, discretion long forgotten in place of agonizing pleasure. Her body shook and arched to her lover's skillful touch.
"Again," Celestia rasped as her own self control started slipping, replaced by the growing animalistic urge rupturing at the seams.
"Celestia!" Twilight now shouted, her fingers flexed deeper in the feathers and also held steady onto the hand that gave her such fulfillment, such satisfaction; much more than she could ever gather on her own. "Please, I'm so close, I-"
And then suddenly, everything stopped. Twilight groaned, her disapproval obvious at being tormented so. Celestia could feel her frustration pulsating from the swollen bud she now slowly stroked, as if to call upon a peaceful tide to the raging waters. She put an extensive pressure on it before removing her fingers altogether and brought them to her lips while Twilight helplessly watched through half lidded eyes. Celestia inhaled the deep musk of her scent before licking the fluids, her own eyes fluttering closed as she did so.
"Wait, wha-" Before Twilight could properly form her question Celestia pressed their lips together. Her tongue danced alongside the younger's and pushed through the taste of her essence to be sampled.
"That's so not fair, you know," Twilight gasped, "I was really close to-"
"The fun is only just beginning, my Twilight," Celestia reminded her, "Though I expect you will be reduced to incoherent babbling towards the end of it."
"And if I'm not?" Twilight folded her arms across her chest and pouted up at the ceiling. After all, Celestia wasn't expecting this to be completely one sided, was she?
"Then I will continue until you are," Her words echoed in waves from the crook of Twilight's neck, "In case you were not aware, this is my formal apology to you, after all. You'll receive it, wont you?" She strategically asked knowing Twilight would not be able to refuse her anything at the current moment. And by the way Twilight could only turn her neck to give her better access, she knew she had been right.
It was now time for her to taste the delicious fruit laid exquisitely for her to consume. Celestia crawled on top of her young lover, savoring the feel of her heated skin crying out, longing for her touch. She kissed the neck that taunted her so while holding Twilight's face affectionately within her fingers, then drew the tantalizing flesh between her teeth and gave it a sharp bite and suck. Twilight gasped. If she didn't stop, she would surely know the consequences? A love mark. Celestia was going to give her her very first love mark. On the neck. Where everyone would see.
Despite whatever concerns Twilight would have, Celestia was not about to stop. She let her tongue travel lower to the rise and fall of her chest, traced the rim along her clavicle, and gave another sharp bite and suck. She moved even lower, continuing to drink the innocence of her lover and devour the sensual moans she gave along the way. Her breasts were of average size, not too small but not too big either; and yet she found them an absolute perfect fit to be guzzled whole. Her nipples seemed sensitive but Celestia bit them anyway, and Twilight's back arched to fit her mold as she did so. And she definitely enjoyed Twilight's fingers curling through her wings, adding to the energy Celestia currently felt brimming through her. Still, she advanced her journey through the labyrinth slow, a pace set to properly savor each new flavor as it came along. She licked and nibbled and left her mark in a continuous trail down her lover's sensitive body. She found Twilight was ticklish around her sides where the mark of her being resided, and released an unrelenting assault of alternating kisses and sucking of flesh, making sure to leave marks in her wake. Twilight could only tangle her fingers in her Goddess' gloriously flowing hair as she refused to let up, and so she took the assault as best she could while unable to suppress her own laughter and simultaneous moans of pleasure.
"Hmm, ticklish, I see," Celestia smirked to the mocking pout glaring down on her.
"This.. Is torture," Twilight spoke around huffs of air, "I thought you were supposed to be a merciful Goddess."
"Oh, my Twilight," Devilish disobedience flashed in her majestic eyes as she once again parted Twilight's legs, this time around her face, "You have much to learn."
Her last breath was spoken from a rather intimate point of view and Twilight covered her mouth with her hand to stop from shrieking. She looked up to see Celestia gazing at her from between her legs- a rather intimate position, indeed- and all first thoughts focused on the fact that Celestia, Royal Princess and Supreme Goddess of Equestria, was before her, licking her thigh and about to-
"Celestia, w-wait..." She couldn't. That tongue was pure torture on a leash. She hadn't even touched the spot yet and Twilight was already panting with a strong hunger. She swooned. It was too much a bit too soon. She nervously tried to shut her legs but it proved a hard task with Celestia between them keeping them open. Her Goddess smoothed her hands out around Twilight's stomach, her touch soft and reassuring, but Twilight was now in a small panic and hid her face behind her hands.
She felt a weight shift and peeked from her cover to see Celestia sitting on her knees beside her, a hand held out patiently for her to accept. Celestia lifted her up and spun her around into a warm embrace from behind. Her Goddess hummed low, her fingers combed into the cleft of Twilight's wings in a comforting gesture and like clockwork Twilight inclined into her arms like she belonged. Soothing her anxiety was but one of many aspects Celestia would never tire of; for each and every time was an opportunity to pour her heart's affection straight into Twilight's crestfallen soul.
"Twilight," She spoke, her nose brushing along the crane of her neck, "Do you know how long I've waited for this?"
Twilight flashed her a curious expression, "You've… Been waiting?"
"Oh yes, I've been waiting to have you in my arms exactly like so," Celestia purred with a caress of her chin, "But do you know how long I've dreamed of this very moment?"
But Twilight couldn't respond due to the sudden need to concentrate on breathing. The dull ache was now a fierce and demanding need; hearing Celestia admit that she had even thought about it before was enough to set the kindling ablaze. And Celestia knew exactly what she was doing.
"From the moment I saw you there that fateful day, naked, flushed, and crying my name, I knew this day would come," Celestia freely admitted, now letting her hands idly drift to her waist.
"W-What? But you-"
"Yes, I fought it," Celestia continued, her skillful fingers traced the pattern of her cutie mark and her voice now focused directly in her ear, "But I knew the day would come when I could no longer resist the insatiable taste of you on my tongue," She drew the lower shell between her teeth and fastened her grip as she felt Twilight shiver.
"W-Why did you fight if you knew the outcome?" Twilight barely managed to ask.
Celestia chuckled, "Because, to me, you are worth every gathering of my patience to properly cultivate," Celestia let her hands trail lower, rolling her thumbs in small circles on her thighs, "To me, you are a vessel that I am willing to beseech only after due time. You will find that I am a woman who loves to explore. As such, I am a woman who can recognize the importance of patience; patience to properly examine every single detail that deserves its praise, that is. And you, Twilight, are a masterpiece to behold; a Goddess in your own right. Only a palate as refined as my own can properly savor such a flavor. Anyone else would severely devalue your worth."
Oh sweet merciful Celestia, Twilight was panting. Heavily. She always knew she had a weakness for lecturing, but this… This was a whole new experience in itself. Her language, her reasoning, her commentary… In a way it was like she was being compared to a brew of her finest wine, as an item she cherished above all else. Anyone else would have thought Celestia's metaphor odd, but to Twilight… It made her feel... Wanted, like Celestia valued her more than anything else in the world. It meant a lot to her to hear something so personal, so private, so… Intimate…
"You really think that much of me?"
Celestia could hear the blush of uncertainty to her question. Once again she brought those velvet eyes she loved up to meet her own, "Of course I do. Which is why I've been denying myself the pleasure of drinking freely from your fountain, until the right time."
Twilight couldn't think fast enough to ask if this was the right time or not. Celestia apparently thought so, as now she slyly stroked her deepest spot. Her intent was clear. It was all Twilight could do to not fall back entirely, although it seemed like her lover wanted her to do just that.
"You think I haven't catalogued your body's every whim? You think I haven't etched the sounds you make into my very being? You think I've never once given thought to the way I'd like to make you surrender yourself to me?"
"O-Ooohh," Twilight moaned and withed beneath her touch that had grown more sinful with every word Celestia spoke.
"Yes, my Twilight, I have dreamed of this moment for far longer than you think," she spoke on her lips, her strokes gaining momentum, "And I will not stop until I have had my fill of all you have to offer me, my Princess."
At this, Twilight could resist no longer. She spread her knees out on the bed and began to move her hips sporadically to the new tempo Celestia so masterfully played. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to surrender, like Celestia predicted she would.
"Yes, please, don't stop," Twilight was now to the point of babbling, "Not now or ever, please, Celestia. I love you, I need you, I want you to stay with me forever. Please, I- I-"
"You don't have to beg," Celestia whispered and pushed her back down on the bed. This time she knew she would not be stopped. She resumed her position between her lover's quivering legs and parted the folds of her inner most being to reveal the rosy, swollen bud she had previously been rubbing so vivaciously. The time had come to delve deep into the spring.
And so she drank.
Twilight howled. The feel of her tongue left her burning in more ways than one. Celestia expertly had her writhing within mere seconds of contact. Her mouth's cavern was warm and wet and oh so damn good. She rung her hands in her Goddess' hair and tensed her fingers, not wanting to pull too tightly, but also needing something to grip while her hips were no longer under her control. Celestia did not mind; in fact, as Twilight tangled her fingers deeper managing to massage her scalp, she turned her eyes up to her lover with thirst piercing through her gaze.
So this was Twilight's taste, Celestia mused. Highly intoxicating as she knew it would be. Sweet like a cantaloupe, innocent like a heavenly saint, and all things pure like the freshest flowing oasis. She had so much to offer, too. Celestia couldn't help herself. She moaned, her eyes slightly rolling back from the sheer amount of pleasure that extended from Twilight's body. Highly intoxicating, indeed; as she would no longer be content with any other taste but this fountain of youth reserved just for her feasting impulses.
As her possessiveness manifested, Celestia bore her nails into the very spots she knew to be Twilight's fondness. Yet again, the younger princess let loose a mighty howl as her Goddess relentlessly had her all but begging. But suddenly there was a light tugging on her mane and Celestia looked up to see half lidded lustful eyes watching her between the upheaval of her chest. Twilight pulled again, her panting too intense to form words, and Celestia obliged her wish. As soon as she pulled away from her delectable cove Twilight found her way to her lips and, despite the taste of her essence, kissed her lover senseless. What an experience, Twilight mused; one that she wanted to return. Now. Her heart would not be content unless Celestia was in the same exhaustive state.
With a renewed sense of authority Twilight managed to overpower the older down into a submissive position under her, a feat that, once admired, she took great pride in. Celestia entertained her notions innocently enough, allowing Twilight to kiss and bite as she had previously started. But she stopped her princess from going any lower with a perfectly positioned knee thrust in just the right spot, that soon had them both grinding on each other's legs. Twilight, once realized, immediately pouted as she held onto the headboard above Celestia's view.
"So.. Not.. Fair," She managed between puffs of air as this new position had her even more heated than the last, "I want.. to give you.. pleasure, too... you know."
"You do give me pleasure, silly; in fact you give me an excess of it every single day. But right now I want you to grind yourself on me, just like that."
"But I'm.. The one.. On top…"
"So you are," Celestia made sure her voice drizzled, laced with the lust she currently felt at having the pleasure of watching Twilight's breasts playfully bounce along as she moved. A perfect position to watch that divine face contort in ecstasy, which her desire for now was stronger than ever. Celestia grabbed her lover's waist and drug her faster, up and down, over and over; and massaged herself as well knowing it would serve Twilight greater pleasure. Having her so close, so tightly wrapped in her grasp; it was as if they really were a perfect fit.
"You.. Are so beautiful," Celestia was now on edge, spiked by the ravishing cries from above, "I want you to come for me, my Twilight, my wondrous stargazer. Come for me, come right now. I want to watch you withe in ecstasy by my command."
"You, ahh... Have no idea... What you do to me... Celestia-aahh-ahhh!" With a shout her body tensed, the pent up coil finally sprung to a throbbing eruption and yes, yes, heaven's mercy yes, it was absolute perfection. Stars deluded her vision and clouds polluted her air as she sunk, lifeless and spent, into Celestia's embrace. Her Goddess was not far behind.
For a while the room sat filled with a ragged baseline of panting breaths as they both regained their senses.
"Absolutely beautiful," Celestia drawled as her fingers idly traced patterns along Twilight's back, "Hmm?" She was surprised to feel the fragile form tremble even more. Twilight was crying. "Shhh, its okay, my Love. I'm with you now," She tightened her arms and added with a whisper, "I love you, Twilight Sparkle."
"I'm sorry... I don't really know... why I'm crying," Twilight replied between sobs, her arms wrapped around Celestia's neck like she was her last surviving lifeline.
The older shook her head, "Don't apologize. Emotions are a wonderful gift, after all."
In the afterglow of orgasm they both laid silently to their thoughts. Twilight's first thought after regaining some semblance of control had been how Celestia's comparison of her fit like a bottle of wine, and not just any ol' common store bought cheap bag-in-a-box wine, either. Twilight had never bothered to ask the significance in red wine versus white, or why the fact that Luna taking her favorite bottle had been such an issue; but now Twilight realized that perhaps there was more to Celestia's seeming obsession than its initial purpose, much like the way the burn of a first timer is slowly replaced by the taste and consistency. She was intrigued by her lover's fascination and if anything she now knew of an appropriate Hearthswarming gift, or at least another type of gift. She chuckled to herself, which then turned into an outright giggle, and led to an entire fit of laughing as her body seemed to just relax into it.
"Hmm, what's so funny?" Celestia couldn't resist playfully skimming her fingers along her waist to add a bit of tickling and Twilight rolled over to protect herself.
"Huh? Oh nothing," The younger lied with a silly grin.
Celestia was not fooled. She turned, a smirk splayed on her lips, and released another wave of tickling torture. "Doesn't sound like nothing to me. Come on, fess up."
"Okay, o-ookay! I give, I give!" Twilight caved in and smiled, "I was just thinking that when you said I was worth your patience-" she had the nerve to blush after everything that just happened between them- "That I was worth you savoring every bit before plunging in, it sounded like the way I've heard you talk about wine before. It made me chuckle because I would have never expected such a metaphor, not that I don't appreciate it, but I just didn't think there was really more to wine than just a casual drink to feel relaxed with. Yet.. To hear you say things about me and make it sound like-" another flush of scarlet, jeesh come on Twilight, get it together- "-I'm a delectable treat.. Or something.."
Celestia raised an eyebrow, "And that made you laugh?"
"Well… Yeah. I don't know. Don't question me. The way I feel right now, you could say something as simple as 'bubble' and I'd probably bust out in giggles."
Oh no, there was that infamous mischievous glint back for another round. She had to move quickly before-
"Shhhh. Don't," With a finger to shush her open lips Twilight made it just in time. Another quirk of eyebrow and Celestia licked her finger in retribution.
"But now that I think about it, I'm more.. Intrigued than anything."
"Hmm," Snuggling in and pulling Twilight into her arms, Celestia considered her words carefully before continuing, "Yes, wine is another one of those indulgences I take very seriously-" Truth be told, she didn't have many- "I've spent my spare time over the years in resourcing my love of the craft. From creating my own vineyard from scratch, to brewing my own bottles- though I'm afraid I'm just not as good as others in the art- to tasting each batch until I have its flavor memorized. It is something I've invested a great deal of effort in, and something I heavily enjoy and not just for the effects of being drunk," like my sister, she left out. She paused and Twilight gave her a soft expression, silently prodding her on. "Its hard to explain, almost like it soothes me after a long day of work. When I can finally shed the allure of being Princess and become simply Celestia. It's the only piece of myself I've felt compelled to keep through my immortal lifespan. So, yes; wine is very important to me," Her gaze turned melancholic as she lowered her face, "Although now in retrospect I can see how my words could be... Off-putting."
"No, I didn't say off-putting. I said intriguing. Big difference," Twilight lifted her chin with a swell of pride, "I had no idea you felt so strongly about it."
"Yes, well.. I had also hoped your first wine tasting could have been spent with me introducing you to the very fine art that I have a passion for... I'm afraid Luna ruined any chances before I could even properly plan for it," She scowled.
"Oh my gosh, is that why you got so mad at her?" Suddenly it made perfect sense to Twilight.
With pursed lips Celestia replied, "Among other reasons, but essentially, yes." She reminded herself that she did love her little sister, no matter how much of a dolt she could be at times.
"Celestia, seriously?"
"Seriously."
Twilight laughed. And really, it was hilarious. Celestia was the epitome of a pouting child. "I cant believe it! I can't believe the Supreme Princess of Equestria could get so jealous without even realizing! Oh my gosh!"
"And what, pray tell, is so funny about that?" Celestia furrowed her brow and folded her arms expectantly.
"Oh, come now," Twilight couldn't help but reach over and place a hasty kiss on her nose, "Who says you still can't properly introduce me to your passion, even now?"
Eyes wide in surprise, Celestia gaped at the smiling princess. Obviously not expecting such a response, and evident that the thought had never once crossed her mind, she fumbled over herself and blushed. Twilight took notice.
"You're so beautiful when I'm right," Twilight sighed from her lips and claimed them in a promising kiss of victory.
