Commander Spear was sat in his barracks, going over the squad's itinerary for the coming month. Training, marches, ceremonies, duties... It was all rather tedious, even after having done it for years, and he certainly didn't need any distractions.

Of course, distraction came soon enough. It was always the way. Night Mist—his lieutenant—entered the room without knocking or otherwise announcing her presence, as she always did, and Spear released the papers from his horn's hold, his greying beard hiding his scowl. "What can I do for you, Mist?"

She had a face of exasperation, but that was nothing new for a royal guard. "It's Dark and Squire, they're arguing over the night shift again, sir."

"Again?" This seemed to be becoming an increasingly frequent occurrence, lately, and Spear understood why. No one enjoyed the night shift, it was the long and tiring accompaniment to an already long and tiring job, and he'd witnessed many a pony attempt to wheedle out of it in his time in service. Still, the amount of reports of squabbling over shifts and placements lately was beginning to get under his skin, it was bordering on ridiculous. "Well, the rota says Dark's meant to be guarding Celestia's quarters this evening, and Squire has the armory. I'm not allowing anyone to cover for them, so they'll have to deal with it."

Frowning, Mist shook her head. "That's just it, sir. They're not arguing over having to do the night shift, rather they seem to be complaining about their placements. I don't understand it, personally, the job's the same no matter where you're put."

Spear felt a flash of anger as he rose from his seat, the audacity of those two. "I hadn't been planning to deal with this personally, but I'm definitely doing so now. Where are they?"

Mist pointed out of the door in the direction of the bunks, and Spear rose, rolling his joints and feeling his frown deepen. "Dismissed."

He didn't wait for her to leave before marching out of his room, already thinking over exactly how he was going to chew them out for their behaviour. To think that either of them would want to be stationed away from Princess Celestia... it was completely antithetical to their role as royal guards, and Spear wouldn't stand for such blatant disrespect of their rulers. They'd be set straight one way or another, even if he really had to chew them out.

He soon saw the pair, each of them laying on their own separate bunk, pelting words at one another like a back and forth game of verbal tennis. He was about to clear his throat and interject, but decided instead to listen in first. Anything they said, he'd use against them.

Dark was the first to speak. "Listen, man, you just didn't get lucky this time, alright? You'll get Celestia next week, it's my turn now."

"But you got to guard her twice last week!" Squire shot back, tone almost aggressive. "It isn't fair, dude. I've been waiting for this opportunity for ages, yet somehow you always end up with the best spot on the list!"

Spear almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. They weren't arguing over who had to deal with Celestia, they were arguing over who got to guard the princess. The thought alone was enough to make his chest swell with pride. He hadn't anticipated his anger dissipating so quickly, but the honourable qualities his guards were showing almost felt worthy of rewarding. He knew just the way to do it.

"Listen, you two." He stepped over to the pair, standing over them both as they looked up at him, sitting up at once and raising their hooves to salute him.

"Sir!" they shouted in unison, and Spear was almost certain he could feel their spirit in the word alone.

"Now, I overheard your conversation just now—"

Suddenly, the pair's eyes flashed with inexplicable worry.

"—and I think it's truly commendable that both of you are so passionate about defending our Celestia. In fact, if you're so keen, I'm happy to put the pair of you on a rotation. You can each have a turn with her tonight."

Oddly, they suddenly looked as if all of their birthdays had come at once. Spear knew devoted, but Squire looked as if he was about to gasp as he shot up, profusely thanking him. Dark wore a very satisfied smirk, likely glad that his opportunity to do his job hadn't been taken away. "Sir, thank you, sir!" he announced with a smile, and Spear responded with a small smile that you could barely see past all the beard.

"Now, I have plans to read over and schedules to make. Seeing as the two of you are so keen, I'll try to assign you both to look after Celestia more often. I'm glad to have two soldiers that are so enthusiastic, warms my heart."

"Sir, I'm grateful for the opportunity, sir!"

"I'm glad to hear so. Have a pleasant evening, you two."

Another salute, and Spear was on his way, suddenly feeling calmer and more keen to attack his paperwork.

Corporal Dark laid back with a sigh, relief washing over him. "That was close, dude. What if he'd heard everything we'd said?"

"Jeez, I don't even wanna think about that, man. There's a reason we're keeping this between us, and that's because the moment it gets out, whether we get in any trouble for it or not, it all stops."

Squire grinned, leaning towards him and lowering his tone. "And the other reason's that she sucks cock like a goddess, right?"

Dark couldn't help but grin. "Well, yeah, there's definitely that too. It's so weird though, man. Have you ever heard of anypony sleepwalking like that, and doing that in their sleep? A princess, no less, and every single night we've been on duty lately it's been the exact same."

Squire nodded sagely, leaning back in his bunk. "I know what you mean, dude. It's heaven, but it's only a step away from hell." Dark shot him a confused look, and Squire shrugged his withers. "...eh, sounded more profound in my head." Dark snickered, but Squire ignored it. "Anyways, it's a bit of a precarious position. If we wake her up, there's no telling how she'd react, but if she woke up on her own? Whelp, good thing that hasn't happened yet, I'd rather not a one way trip to the moon."

It took Dark a moment, but he realised that while they'd hit the jackpot, there was still another matter to settle. Turning, he looked his colleague in the eye. "So, Commander never told us who got the first go on Celestia's throat, what do you think?"

Another squabble later, Dark won his prize, first watch over the door to Celestia's quarters, and the fun that would soon come with it. He waited with little patience, and more than a healthy helping of excitement.

It was always hard to guess when Celestia would come out to play. She was pretty sporadic about her timings, and she'd always be sure to have a bit of a wander before getting down to the main event. It was almost like she knew what she was doing. She'd put on a show of teasing Dark with her luscious curves as her body shimmered in the light of the courtyard.

The courtyard itself was always bathed in a pale, magical luminescence. It was no shock that Princess Celestia wasn't a fan of the dark, and she made sure to keep all of the corridors near her quarters well lit. It might have explained why she slept so heavily, even whilst sleepwalking, or sleepsucking. It also meant that Dark could see everything when she strutted around for him, which he could hardly complain over.

Dark tried multiple methods of passing the time as the night wore on, whistling to himself, counting the flowers that adorned the courtyard, and a fair amount of pacing, but nothing distracted him from the nervous anticipation in his belly, ever-growing.

And it was a nervous one. Even after multiple heavenly occurrences, there was always the worry that Celestia might wake up during, that she might attack him or throw him in the dungeon without second thought, and what could he really say in his defence? 'Sorry, I was scared to wake you?' Dark knew it was true that startling ponies while they sleepwalked could be very dangerous, but even so, he wondered if such reasoning would hold up.

Especially when the main reason he'd yet to tell anyone but the other night guards was that he fucking enjoyed it. He, a simple soldier, had the opportunity to get his cock polished by royalty every week, and she was the best blow he'd ever had to boot. It was something so many stallions could only dream of, and not only could he have it almost whenever he wanted, he was paid to be there!

He was truly living the dream, but tonight carried with it a separate sense of foreboding. What if his shift ended before Celestia came out? What if Squire got his action and he got absolutely nothing because for once he didn't get to stay the entire night? That'd be a serious case of blueballs, especially when he was already so worked up for it. He'd been able to feel his erection pressing against his belly for a while now, it came naturally at this point just from being there at that time.

Just when he began to feel that the night would last forever, he finally heard the doors creep open. He didn't look straight away, preferring to let the moment play out naturally, and as usual, Celestia walked out into the courtyard with a spring in her step, eyes firmly closed and tail swishing back and forth over her large, rounded behind. She was lively and animated, fully dressed in her regalia. Dark had often wondered if she didn't take it off before sleep, or if she took the time to get dressed in her sleepwalking escapades before coming out to greet him.

It was strange to think that even through all of their encounters, he didn't think she particularly knew of him consciously. No more than any other guard, at least.

But right now, she was all his, and she seemed to love being so. She twirled on the spot, parading around the cobbled pathways with a wry smile, wings outstretched as her mane billowed in the wind. Every so often, her tail would be pushed to the side, and Dark would sneak a glance at what laid beneath, an area of the princess he'd never been able to access.

And Dark would never try that, ever. While he loved the situation he found himself in, he already wondered if he was taking advantage, even if he managed to justify it to himself by saying that it was the princess doing these things to him, not the other way round. But still, looking never hurt, and Dark drank her all in as he felt more blood beginning to rush to his cock, his lips drying up as he forced himself not to take a step towards her. It was difficult to for him to exercise restraint, she was so enticing.

Still, it didn't take long for her to come to him, sauntering over in long, powerful strides that befit a ruler such as her. Her movements were almost ritualistic at this point, and Dark took the liberty of sitting down on a nearby stone step in order to give her better access. It saved her moving him with her magic, something she hadn't been afraid to do in the past.

His cock was already twitching with want as she looked down at him, desperate to finally be touched by the sleeping beauty, but even in her current state she was a tease, dragging out her advance and biting her lip hard.

Dark had no clue what dream she was having when she did these things, but it must have been a fucking good one.

After what felt like an eternity of teasing, Celestia incrementally approaching, she finally arrived before him, standing straight over Dark and planting a small kiss against his cheek.

He knew that next, those lips would be travelling down his body, one kiss, lick, and nibble at a time, until eventually, she found her prize.

Princess Celestia didn't suck cock like any other mare Dark had ever met, much less a sleeping one. The feeling was otherworldly, she drew out even the buildup with soft, tender licks that ignited his senses and took him to distant places. She threw him off with a movement he'd almost consider erratic if it wasn't for how much it worked, to the point that he never truly knew what to expect of her next.

Her eyes remained firmly shut as she trailed her way over his chest, and his lids struggled to stay open through the comfort of her lips against his chest, kisses pattering gently like rain on the courtyard's path.

Her body had a music to it, one that danced and swayed to its own internal beat, that brought him higher even as she descended increasingly lower. She didn't give in to temptation straight away. She was a tease even in unconsciousness, and Dark was forced to wait in torturous silence as she reversed her direction, licking back up him and pulling at his fur with her teeth, soft nips and brushes of lips to bring a heat to his belly, one that burned with a fresh intensity and spread over him like a forest fire.

And still she continued to tease, she teased until there was no teasing yet to be had, and while he had yet to be touched where he most wanted to be, while she'd yet to sample him, he felt as if he'd been kept on the edge of orgasm for hours already. She was incredibly skilled, befitting her immortal age and experience, and the circles she swirled with her tongue dizzied his brain and confused his senses.

He could feel the quiver of a fresh groan in his throat, but he fought it, not wishing to make a sound, to betray his enjoyment so soon. It was almost a game by now, and even though he had had her before, he could never grow accustomed to Celestia's ways. He often wondered how much better she could have been conscious, it was mind-boggling to consider that this might have only been a taste of her true talent. Alicorns were such fascinating creatures...

So sexy too, the large wings, the elegant poise, the height and power and regal standing, and all of it was reduced to a playful nighttime tryst, centred around a dream that Dark could scarcely imagine for how astounding it must have been.

And he was living the reality of it, live and in person as Celestia worked away at his muscular chest, pushing her muzzle down to his belly and spreading her attention around, her spittle like a lotion against his skin that he neglected to rub in if only to feel the pleasant sting of the nighttime wind against his wet patches of fur.

The many disparate sensations were only small parts of a unified whole, but they were beyond anything else Dark had experienced. Instead of focussing solely on the feelings coming from downstairs, he felt the touch of Celestia's tongue, the warm tickle of her breath, the brush of her tail against his hind legs, the wind bristling his ears and the sounds of the empty night, and it all seemed to amplify the feeling shooting from his hardness, all resonating there and the effects being dispelled in a small measure of precum.

He knew the princess would taste it soon. She seemed drawn to his seed, always eager to taste, and even now he imagined that by the time they were done, she'd be licking him clean, sucking him dry, taking all he had to offer and disappearing to her quarters to find rest. It was as intimate as it was detached, her soft purrs a sweet serenade as she arched her back, dipping lower and brushing her snout against his lower belly, tongue occasionally flicking out.

She was so close now, so aggravatingly close. Part of him wanted to hold her still, take his cock and introduce it to her muzzle already, but even in this state she had a power over him. Maybe it was her standing, maybe it was the way she commanded him with her touch, but he would never dream of making a move, of advancing or shying away.

She was his princess always, and he wouldn't defy her wishes.

Even if she wished to completely skip his aching cock, slowly brushing her tongue against his balls instead, lathering them in her saliva and slowly sucking it away. Wet and dry, the opposite sensations played with his mind and made his entire body throb with need, his cock now resting against her muzzle as she continued to work on his balls, rigid and starved for attention.

She took one of his testicles in her mouth, sucking on it ever so gently and drawing out a long, shuddering gasp. He pressed his hooves against the ground hard, eyes scrunching shut as she continued to touch her tongue against his balls from the inside of her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue before transitioning to the other, her attention divided between them and her mouth sure to bring each part of him to life.

Including the one that mattered most, as she finally began to give him what he wanted. She drew her way up his length with a single, agonisingly slow lick, teetering on the edge of his head before swirling around it and travelling back down, getting it nice and slippery as she cupped his balls with her hoof, gently rubbing against them. Dark's entire body shook from the action, he was tremulous and impatient and so turned on it almost physically hurt.

When would his princess finally suck him already? Was she determined to stall forever, treating his length like a treat to be savoured rather than ravenously devoured? He needed her lips around his cock, desperately enough that his hips bucked from instinct, and he felt the incredible brush of his shaft against the fur of Celestia's muzzle. He was careful to slow down before he could get too carried away, knowing he was on the verge of advancing the situation on his own, but it was becoming so difficult to wait that he wasn't sure he could take it anymore.

But Dark's patience had to be rewarded eventually. When he finally felt Celestia's lips part around the head of his cock, he briefly wondered whether he'd travelled to another astral plane, one where pleasure was his breath and pants and moans were the colours of the world. All he could see, all he could hear, it was drowned out by the hungry scream from inside of him, begging for more of what he'd just been given.

And Celestia heeded the call, softly pushing forwards and taking more of his length into her muzzle. She didn't swallow it with ease, she had to slowly push and adjust to him as she had in the past. Each second was another moment of contact with the soft, velvety walls of Celestia's mouth, then the return as she pulled back up with an immeasurably wonderful glide, perfection in playfulness and desire in torch-lit twilight.

She increased the speed of her motions once she'd truly found her angle, pushing deeper and pulling back up with a short gasp, yet still she displayed the signs of sleep, no hint of lucidity to speak of. Her hoof rubbed the base of his shaft in rhythm with her mouth's rise and fall, her head bopped in a short, twisting motion as her mane fell about his stomach, and with a final, deeper push, she pushed him all the way into her throat, taking every last inch of him and remaining in place, scarcely moving as she allowed the cock to stretch her maw.

It's almost as if she was begging him to fuck her throat, and he was so fucking tempted, but he couldn't do it, he couldn't risk hurting her, waking her... After an impossible wait, she began to pull back up, lifting her head most of the way before dipping low again, taking two thirds of him in while she massaged his cock with a pair of wet hooves, forcing Dark's body to tense as he attempted to hold on to any semblance of self-control he might have retained.

She'd given him so much already, yet she'd always held him back, and now that he was finally getting what he had wanted for so long, it was becoming almost impossible for him to not just cum already, to not blow his load inside the princess' eager, waiting mouth. She came out here for this, to suck him and take his cum, to go to bed with a fresh load in her body, and like a loyal guard, Dark was going to give it to her.

He felt her tongue tap against the underside of his cock as she softly hummed against it, the vibration driving him crazy, reverberating through his spine all the way to his withers. Fuck, was he going to give it to her.

She sucked him faster and without restraint, every nervous ending in his cock screaming in overload as she kept up the pace with no sign of relenting, silently begging for his orgasm with each ministration of her tongue, each shift of her body. Her suckles were becoming sweeter and more drawn out, and when she pulled back, she slowly made out with the head of his cock, brushing her tongue either side of it and sending him ever so closer to the edge.

He was on the precipice now, he knew it, the need in his belly threatening to burst, becoming so difficult to contain, and Celestia knew just how to deal with that, grabbing his cock in a hoof and repeatedly tapping the tip against her outstretched tongue, telling him exactly where she wanted his thick, creamy load.

And who was he to refuse royalty, even if he waned to? With a thunderous moan that clapped through the courtyard, Dark bucked his hips forwards, feeling the first burst of his seed make contact with Celestia's tongue, which she pulled back before pushing her head forwards, catching him off guard as she locked her lips around him tight and proceeded to drain every last drop from him.

The feeling was shattering, an out of body experience if he'd ever had one. He felt as if he had left this world and oined another, his entire body going numb, his brain blank, all empty with the exception of the crashing orgasm that was working its way through him, the orgasm he watched as his royal helper took all of his cum in her mouth, dutifully swallowing and pulling away with a final lick, his cock twitching despite being utterly spent, the orgasm barely fading besides his cum already being deposited.

Fuck, did Celestia know how to rock a guy's world.

He looked up at her, hoping to catch a glimpse of her own satisfaction through the face of his own, but she was already leaving, her hoofsteps as elegant as they were springy and cheerful. Dark could almost swear he heard a soft hum as she closed the doors behind her, wandering back to her bed.

And there Dark sat, limp cock in hoof as he once again, for the millionth time since this had first happened, wondered how in the fuck he had ever managed to be so lucky as to score a job like this.

Yawning and stretching, opening her eyes, Celestia smirked, wiping the last of Dark's cum from her lips. He really was a fun one to tease, and she was coming to enjoy playing with him more and more.

Sleepwalking was such a convenient excuse to do what she wanted without asking, too, it was almost perfect. Well, there was the worry of what might happen if Luna found out, but that can't be anything to worry about, can it?

Enough thought. Licking away what was left from the stallion, Celestia clambered into bed, hoping to get a little shut eye.

She needed a nap, after all. If what she'd heard earlier today was correct, there was a second guard coming to look after her later in the night...

...Celestia would have to make sure that he got the exact same treatment, it was only fair, for all the hard work those boys did. Well, that and how much Celestia enjoyed sucking cock.

It was a good time to be princess, no question there.