Celestia, My Guardian [3]

The hallways echo my steps back to me, no other sound to drown out the noise. Occasionally, I pass a guard and nod to him, but make no effort to chat. My hands fidget in my pockets, like they could drill a hole through the bottom. I almost miss a turn, but catch myself  before passing it completely. Geez, has it really been so long?

 

The next hall is filled with moonlight, one of the few graced with windows. My pace slows as I turn to watch the sky, Luna's work only just beginning. I haven't visited her in a while. I'll try to do that tomorrow. Tonight, however, I'm busy.

 

My mind is occupied with a certain other princess at the moment. I don't know what strange force has possessed me to do this, but tonight, I'm stopping by her room. For many years, Celestia would always be the one to visit me when she wanted to talk. Many times it would be to check up on me, but we'd talk about other things as well. Maybe she had big news, or a particularly successful negotiation. Maybe she had another celebration she was organizing. She'd ask me about my own life as well, but I can't shake the feeling that it was partly done out of obligation. I know she's a wonderful caretaker, but she can't truly be interested in everything that goes on in my life. There are other more important things for her to deal with.

 

Typically we would speak not long after I got home from work, then again at dinner, and afterwards she'd fit in whatever duties she had as princess before going off to sleep. I know she's free tonight, however. Maybe that's what put the thought in my head to see her.

 

But what am I hoping to get out of this? I still haven't figured out whether or not I'm leaving Canterlot to find a career. Could I be looking for an answer to that? Or am I seeing her out of my own sense of obligation to her?

 

I scratch my head and grunt, pace picking up again. It's been three days since that night she visited me and gave me relief with her hands and thighs. I think I'm letting some frustration get to me. Last time, she said she wanted to know our relationship wasn't just physical, so I think she's expecting me to make the moves, now. Odd that she's got her own insecurities about this. She's the princess, the ruler of and entire nation with little more than her sister to help. Hell, she did it for a thousand years alone. But she's unsure about having sex with me? I shake my head

 

"Howdy, Day."

 

I stop, looking to the speaker. It's Phalanx, one of Celestia's guards. Behind him, I see the short hallway to her personal chamber.

 

"Sup, Phalanx. How're things?"

 

"Oh, you know how guard duty gets. So, you want to see the princess, I take it?"

 

"Yup."

 

"Alright, go on ahead. She's not busy tonight, and I'm sure she'd like to see you."

 

I nod. "Thanks."

 

Before me stand the towering doors to her chambers, much taller than even Celestia herself. Luckily, they carry sound quite well and all it takes is a light knock for me to get Celestia's attention.

 

"Who is it?"

 

"Day."

 

"Day? You hardly have to knock. Come in, please!"

 

I reach for the door handle, but find it enveloped in magic and the door opening before I get the chance to grasp it. She opens it just wide enough for me and I step through. It closes with a bang behind me, but I'm too transfixed on the sight before me to react to it.

 

Celestia's in lingerie and a bedgown that leaves little to the imagination, a light, cream-colored piece that goes only inches below her waist. It's like someone made it for a person a good foot shorter than Celestia.

 

Her smile lights up the room when she turns to me, wings spreading. "Day! What a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?" She pauses, noticing my stare. "If you keep that up, your eyes may very well burn a hole in this expensive bedwear of mine."

 

"Oh! Sorry, Celestia."

 

"No need to apologize." She sweeps across the room in a few long, composed strides, setting a wing and a hand on my back. "Come, take a seat," she says, guiding me to the bed.

 

For a woman of Celestia's stature, the bed has to be a bit higher above the ground. A bit above my waist, actually. I hop on a turn around, letting my legs dangle off the sides. Celestia takes a seat next to me, the bed reverberating in response to our weight. She pulls me in so our arms are touching and drapes a wing over my shoulder.

 

"Anything in particular on your mind?"

 

"You know, that's the strangest thing. There isn't anything specific I was thinking of when I came here, just that I wanted to see you. You usually don't have the entire night to yourself, so I figured this was a good opportunity."

 

"Well, you certainly don't need a reason to see me." She leans over and kisses me on the head. "I'm grateful for any time you want to spend with me." Letting go of my shoulder, she stretches her long arms out, letting out a sigh. "Today was one of the longer days and I could use a stress-free chat."

 

An idea pops up in my head. "Hey, Celestia, if today was a long day, why don't I give you a massage? Assuming your professional masseuse hasn't already." I may not really know how to give a massage, but I'm sure I can figure it out. Besides, it's a good chance for me to adore and touch her stunning body, not to mention it could lead to other ways of relieving her stress.

 

Her face lights up at the suggestion. "That would be wonderful. It is sorely needed."

 

"So, uh, why don't you lie down on your stomach? I can start with your back."

 

Celestia nods, scooting further onto the bed. Before lying down, however, she removes her light gown. I swear she does it in slow motion, revealing her fine hips and well-sized breasts for me to take in before she gets on her stomach. I quickly adjust my erection so it isn't showing.

 

"There's some oil on the dresser behind you in a brown bottle. Why don't you grab that?"

 

Oil? I subconsciously lick my lips before hopping off the bed and walking over to the dresser. I spot the oil, pausing to take a whiff. It's lavender. Heavy, but not overwhelming. Content with the scent, I take it back to the bed, pouring some on my hands before setting the bottle down on a nearby nightstand. The oil is cool to the touch, thick, and clings to my palm as I spread it between my hands.

 

"It smells as wonderful as I remember," says Celestia.

 

Frowning, I look back and forth between my oily hands and Celestia's exposed back. I've never really given a massage before. Can't be that hard, though, just knead the muscles without being to rough. Tentatively, I lay my hands on her back, just below her neck, and begin rubbing.

 

"Mmmm."

 

I take that as encouragement and continue, digging my fingers in harder until I feel her muscle start pushing back. The oil allows my hands to move across her skin with ease, letting me set the pace of my work. I slowly spread my hands out, nearing her shoulders. They slack in response and Celestia lets out a long sigh. Something of a smile appears on my face and I dive into the massage with gusto.

 

So engrossed am I with the massage that I don't notice her wings shifting about. They sneak under my shirt, slipping it off most of the way with ease, though I have to halt the massage to allow her to finish. She doesn't even need to look.

 

I keep forgetting how deft she is with those wings.

 

When they move to my pants and undo the button, I jerk back. "H-hey!"

 

Celestia ignores my holler, pulling my pants clean off with nothing but her wings. "You have me at a disadvantage, bare and naked lying beneath you. It's only fair you are in the same state."

 

I can feel my breath quicken at that—it's the first time she's actually teased me. My mouth fluctuates between grinning and gaping, only interrupted when her wings grip my underwear and pull it off as well. I have to bite my lip to keep from gasping.

 

My erection is exposed as well, though Celestia hasn't looked back at me yet. I doubt she's unaware of it.

 

"That massage was so lovely. Could you please continue?"

 

Oh, right! Massage! My hands return to her back, now shaking. I try to slow my breath and calm myself, but in the back of my mind, I know the situation has passed the point of no return, now that my clothes are off. Of course, isn't this exactly what I wanted when I came into her room and offered a massage? Why is the recognition so wildly arousing?

 

"Day, you're doing just fine. I can feel your hands trembling! Just relax. The massage feels wonderful," Celestia coos, her voice singing a soothing melody. My hands fall back into a steady pace.

 

Wondrous things, her wings are. Even where they meet her back is a smooth bump that tingles my fingers to touch. As I rub and caress the area, Celestia lets out a long sigh, followed by a moan, her wings stretching out as far as they can. The arch between her shoulder blades deepens. I grin, lowering my head to blow in the muscled crevices on her back.

 

"Ahhh!"

 

Goosebumps appear all over where my breath meets her skin, her neck tensing in response. My hands continue to massage around her wings, the muscle practically melting at my touch. Maybe I have a gift for this.

 

I move to her shoulders, sliding up near her neck, then back down toward her arms, getting a solid grip on the muscle in between. I've always known she was well-built and much larger than me, but her shoulder muscles are so large I can hardly grab onto them! My gaze drops down her back, adoring the plain of smooth, tanned skin that responds to my every touch. I could spend hours massaging her and still miss something.

 

But I don't mind—that only means there's more of my Celestia to enjoy.

 

Once finished with her shoulders and neck, I move to her lower back, starting on the sides.

 

"Ahhh! Careful, I'm a bit ticklish!" she peeps, trying to keep her giggles to herself.

 

Kissing between her wings, I whisper, "I'll be careful," tweaking her side to get a chortle out of her before moving away.

 

I grin, watching her laughter reverberate through her muscles, all the way down to her rear. Never have I been in control of her body in such a way; her strength has always dominated our more physical encounters. Not that I mind, of course.

 

"I've been thinking," says Celestia.

 

"Thinking? About what?"

 

"This is the first time you've come to my room in a very long time, isn't it?"

 

My massage moves inward on her back, tracing her defined muscles. I have to knead harder to get to them. "Yes, it is."

 

"I wonder why that is. Have I been coddling you, coming to your room all the time? I never considered that."

 

"Mmmm," I grunt with effort before moving a little lower. "No, I haven't felt that way. I mean, yeah, I've had my bad days where I felt like being alone, but having you around has only helped."

 

"Is that how you truly feel? If you'd like, I can—"

 

"No, really, Celestia. I'm glad you come around. In fact, I think I should be coming to you more often. I mean, not only are your muscles tight, but you should be able to talk to me, too, right? This relationship isn't one-way."

 

She nods. "Of course."

 

With that, I can see the breadth of her back relax, like I'd worked out all the kinks. She really had been tense, even if her words never showed it. A smile makes its way across my face. I can help her just as she can help me.

 

The smile turns into a wicked grin when I move lower, past her back, and dig my hands into her buttocks. They tighten in response, shifting from loose to firm in an instant. Her wings shudder as well and Celestia finally raises her head to look back at me.

 

"When you leave yourself vulnerable like this, Celestia, I just can't help myself."

 

"Vulnerable, you say?" A grin like the one I've got appears on her face as well.

 

Her legs bounce up off the bed, thighs clamping around my waist and pinning my arms to my sides. I hear her feet lock behind me before her wings come down on my shoulders and head, pushing my face into her right buttocks. All I can manage to do is shift my head so I'm facing her side, allowing myself to breathe. When I struggle against her thighs, all I feel is her corded muscles clamped in place, each wiggle only constricting my prison. I try to lift my head as well, but her wings are much stronger than they look.

 

A giggle comes from Celestia. I feel it vibrate through her body.

 

"You should be more careful, Day."

 

"Okay, okay, I learned my lesson. Don't tease Princess Celestia. Can you let me go?"

 

Just like that, I'm free. Her legs and wings detach, resting just like they were before, only now they seem much more intimidating.

 

"Why don't you move to my front? My back feels much better now."

 

"What about the oil?"

 

"It's fine. It's made to not stain the sheets at all."

 

"Alright." Scooting back to give her room, I nod. "Go ahead."

 

My cock twitches, knowing the sight I'm about to behold.

 

Celestia flips onto her back, the bed bouncing when her weight hits it. My inspection starts at her feet, the long, wide soles unblemished by dry cracks. Next I see her ankles, then shins, then knees. I pause at her thighs, licking my lips, remembering those few days ago when she ordered me to thrust into them and I came the hardest I can remember. My eye move cautiously upward, as if I'm viewing something sacred or forbidden. Her flower lays bare, untouched by hair, moving ever so slightly with her breath. From there I move up to her stomach, smooth as a baby's bottom but for the slight creases of her abs. When I see her bountiful bosom, I almost lunge forward to grab a hold and feel those warm, ample breasts in my hands again.

 

"You eyes have an appetite of their own."

 

My gaze shoots to her face. A confident, almost lackadaisical smile shoots back. "S-sorry, Celestia. I got carried away."

 

"Sorry? What is there to be sorry about? I can see just as much as you, and I do not think it would be good to keep such a thing in hidden behind clothes all the time, do you?"

 

"No, of course not." I sit back on my knees, still overwhelmed by Celestia's brazen acceptance of me. I can't help but feel this is all some kind of dream.

 

Again, I get some oil on my hands and start rubbing it into Celestia's already pristine skin. The scent of sweet lavender hits my nose once more. I pause to breathe it in.

 

Working Celestia's back was one thing, but now I'm directly in her view. I keep silent, but my hands have lost the steadiness they had before, and I keep having to pause to wipe the sweat out of my eyes. All the while, I feel her eyes on me, that nurturing smile projecting only encouragement. Encouragement I cannot seem to hear.

 

When I finish her shoulders, I move down her sides, not wanting to blemish her teats with my imprecise hands. Before I can make it to her stomach, however, Celestia takes me by the wrists and lays my hands directly atop her nipples. My breathing stops and I look up to her, asking permission. She nods. As if beyond my control, my fingertips dig in, hungry for her body. She tenses in response and I immediately release. She offers no protest. I rub the oil liberally onto her breasts, lingering on them as long as I dare. Only when she gasps do I dip down to her stomach.

 

After oiling her stomach, I move to her legs. As my hands move over her thighs, I can feel the muscle hiding beneath her skin. The way the light reflects off the oil, her legs appear to be made of steel. I continue the massage, too nervous to speak, my hands becoming less coordinated by the second. I hear only to the occasional "Mmmm" from Celestia, glancing up at her face to see if she approves, but all she offers is a nod. When I finish, I scoot away, checking to make sure I got everything. While it may not have been an effective massage, the least I can do is make sure it was complete.

 

Celestia raises her arm, curling her finger in a "come hither" motion. Blinking, I snap out of my daze and crawl toward her. Once within arm's reach, her hands dart out, grabbing my arms and she pulls me up till my face meets her own. My cock rubs against her stomach, twitching in response to her silk-smooth and now oily skin.

 

"Day, I can see the hesitance in your eyes. What worries you?" Her eyes narrow a touch, as if she's trying to look behind my own and see into my thoughts.

 

I push her hair behind her ear, unable to look her straight in the face. "I feel like this is... unreal. A dream. I spent most of my life unlucky and in the dumps. Then you come along, the greatest thing to ever happen to me, some odd stroke of luck I'm not even sure I deserve, and turn everything around." Taking a deep breath, I touch foreheads with her. "And again you do something wonderful. This. This is wonderful, but I can't deserve this. What did I do to earn the most beautiful woman in the world as a... a guardian AND a partner?"

 

"Deserve?" She brushes a hand against my cheek. "You think so little of yourself, you don't realize how incredible you are. You never take anything for granted, never give less than your all, never fail to show kindness when the opportunity arises, and each moment I share with you is a gift. You may think you have to do some impossible task for good things to happen to you, but the truth is, you only need be a good person. I can see that. Luna can see that. Everyone that meets you, too. I didn't choose you simply because you were in a tough situation, I chose you because I also saw a good person hiding behind that pain and fear."

 

Smile widening, Celestia places me so I'm sitting on her chest, just below her bosom. Her hands rub up and down my arms, that piercing gaze of hers melting my defenses.

 

"The time we have when we are together like this should be free of worry. I want you to let yourself go with me, leave the world behind."

 

Raising my head, I let out a long sigh, closing my eyes, envisioning my fear leaving me with that breath. I focus on the tune of her voice, and drift where she wants me. My arms flop to my sides, limp.

 

My meditation ends very suddenly when Celestia's hand closes around my cock and guides it between her breasts. I start to look down, but her other hand holds my chin up.

 

"Shhh. Let go and relax. I know you adore my breasts, so they're going to make you cum. I don't want you to worry about a thing. Focus on me, on the pleasure."

 

Using her free arm, she crushes her breasts together, trapping my member in between slick walls of bliss. She starts out slow, rubbing her breasts along my length, spreading the oil as they move. My jaw drops open, a long moan escaping my mouth. Celestia uses the opportunity to slip two fingers inside my mouth, pressing against my tongue until I lick back. She slips a third finger inside and I close my lips over them, sucking like a baby on a pacifier. As her fingers explore my tongue and mouth, she pushes her breasts more firmly together, stealing my breath. When I gasp in shock, she pushes her fingers further in and quickens the pace of her breasts. As fiercely as they are hugging my shaft, the smoothness of her skin and the oil allows her to run them up and down with ease. The slick, oozing pillows of her breasts send shivers up my spine with each dive across my sensitive cock.

 

They hit my waist with a dull slapping sound when Celestia begins moving them in earnest. The tightness is impossible, as much as her strength will allow, submerging me in heaven. My eyes bulge and my hips thrust on their own, as fast as I can move them. Not allowing me to settle into a pace, she starts moving them one at a time, then alternating, one in her free hand and the other animated with magic.

 

"C-Celes—"

 

Her fingers push down on my tongue, silencing me. I automatically close my mouth around them again, tucking my teeth under my lips so I can suck as hard as possible. I can barely breathe through my nose fast enough. Celestia ravishes my cock faster and faster while maintaining an unbroken beat and intense pressure. With a grunt, I give one last thrust my hips into her bosom, my body unable contain itself any longer. Celestia lifts up her chin and offers it as a target as my first burst of orgasm shoots forth. Her grip on my jaw and her breasts holds fast, coaxing my climax out as long as possible. I soil her immaculate neck and chin with spurt after spurt, finally collapsing when her breasts can milk me no more.

 

Celestia brings her legs together, making a nice pillow out of her thighs. Looking down at me with a gentle smile, she straightens out my legs, running her hands up and down them. "I enjoy seeing you so pleased. Were my teats as good as you thought they would be?"

 

"Better," I gasp, my chest rising as falling fast as I pant.

 

"I'm glad you enjoyed them." Her smile brightens the room.

 

Her wings swoop down, scooping me up as she sits up herself, placing me in her lap. One hand hugs my head to her chest, leaning it up against an oiled breast. The other hand descends to my crotch, stroking my cock with care. I take the moment to catch my breath, closing my eyes and focusing on her hand. The soft, precise grip I know so well quickly brings me to hardness again, fingers caressing my length in a most skilled handjob. Halfway through a stroke, she pauses, letting my head come off her chest.

 

"Would you like to feel my mouth?"

 

Would I? My jaw drops open, but I force it shut before I look like too much of an idiot. Hell yes, I'd like to feel her mouth! But just as I'm about to voice my emphatic approval, another thought comes to mind. Or, more precisely, a vision. One of her kneeling before me. "You shouldn't get on your knees just to pleasure me. You're too... dignified for that."

 

I can tell from the look that strikes her eyes that my statement got to her. "Honey, I'm touched you think so. But who said I'd be on my knees?"

 

"Wha—"

 

I don't have time to finish before those powerful hands grab hold of me at my shoulders. Her grip is large enough to encompass the entire shoulder and she lifts my body to where my crotch is at her mouth level. My weight's awkward in her grip, my legs dangling freely, but then her wings circle around them, enveloping them beneath the knee and bring them over her shoulders. Looking down at her arms, I can see her muscles flexing, but her face is without a hint of effort. She looks upward, granting me a gentle smile before swallowing my cock's head.

 

"Celestia!" I grunt, neck straining with the sudden wave of pleasure rushing through my body.

 

She sucks on my head hard, like it's some sort of candy, while her tongue caresses the surface. I swallow loudly, writhing in her grip before finding my back up against a wall.

 

Just like her body had been under my control earlier, so now is mine under hers. Her lips and tongue move with superb grace. I never doubt she has absolute control of when I would orgasm as well. As I squirm, panting under the pleasure of her mouth, her grip on my shoulders tightens, pushing me harder into the wall. My legs can hardly move with the hold her wings have on them. I don't think I'll ever truly understand how powerful they are.

 

My hands find her head, swimming through the sea of her gossamer hair, not pushing her at all. No, I have every confidence she knows how best to pleasure me.

 

When her bobbing slows, her tongue slithers along the sides of my shaft, then teases my frenulum before her lips leave me completely. Gasping, my body tries to force her mouth back onto me, but her strength holds back me easily. I see those beautiful magenta eyes glance up with a grin, and I melt. Her tongue extends out to tease my tip and swirl around my head, shocking me with its length.

 

"Please, Celestia..." I moan. My member is painfully hard with arousal, begging for those lips to close around it once more.

 

"Don't worry, honey. I'll take care of you. All you need to do is relax."

 

Kisses rain down the side of my manhood, each making it twitch with pleasure. Once at the base, her lips grasp the shaft while her tongue plays with my balls. My head shakes back and forth, eyes bulging as I try to hold on.

 

"Just a little longer. Don't cum yet, okay? I'd like to keep it all in my mouth."

 

I look down, about to tell her I won't have a choice, when I see her swallow my length in one swift movement. I almost explode then and there.

 

If earlier was a rain of pleasure, this was a full-blown thunderstorm.

 

Her rhythm is smooth and refined, just like before, but faster. More intense. Her tongue coils, twists and swirls as it can, caressing the underside of my cock, then the top, then the head, stimulating one place only long enough to leave it wanting when she moves on.

 

My grunt only triggers her to move faster, her fingers digging into my skin when her grip on my shoulders tightens. I hear a faint shuffling of feathers as her wings tighten as well. Her lips clench down, each dip of her head taking my entirety into her heavenly mouth, sucking hard for a second before withdrawing.

 

Celestia then begins to hum, sending ruthless vibrations down my member, her tongue and lips complimenting them just so. A familiar tinging at my base warns me of the inevitable.

 

"C-Celestia, I'm coming!"

 

She doesn't even slow down.

 

With a cry, I thrust into her mouth, releasing a mighty spurt. Her eyes meet my own, but she keeps bobbing, her lips firm on my shaft. I see her throat take the first load just before I shoot forth another. She swallows that with a gulp, her tongue and mouth urging more out of me. Each load only leads her to coax my cock further, that soft gaze of hers letting me know she'll take as much as I can give. I lose count of how many times she makes me spurt, only coming back to cognizance when her lips leave my now-limp member with a pop.

 

She carries me over to her bed, cradling my body in her toned arms. I'm tiny next to her.

 

"Such a strapping young man. You've done so well. I'm proud of you."

 

I offer a weak smile, closing my eyes when I feel a hand run through my hair, almost as if petting me. From Celestia, however, I know it's a gesture of affection, not dominance.

 

Before letting me down, she hugs me tight. I greet the cozy bed with a moan. It's like sinking into a sea of pillows. As I recuperate, I can hear Celestia walking off to her bathroom, her bare feet making a soft slap against the hard floor. The water runs while Celestia washes up, a sweet background noise to the bliss in my head. When she walks back to the bed, I watch, her glorious body on plain display. I see the muscles in her legs tense in each stride, her breasts bounce just a bit with the force of her steps, her hair follow her body like a colorful backdrop, and her hips sway with a natural allure. Had there been any strength left in my body, I'd have gotten hard just from watching.

 

She lies down next to me, scooping my body up with a wing and resting it against hers. Wrapping me up in her arms, she lays one of her long, thick legs over mine and the other underneath. I embrace her as well, nestling my head up against her neck. The peace of her body and the protection in her embrace practically wills my body to slumber.

 

"Celestia?"

 

"Yes, dear?"

 

"I love you."

 

She doesn't reply. She doesn't have to.