Gentle clops of Corporal Fire Light's hooves echoed down the darkening hallways of the castle corridor he marched down. The shadows leaning lower and lower down the large window to his right played tag with his own shadow as it extended across the right side wall.
The evening sunlight set him aglow as he examined the hall before him diligently. At this hour the Nobles had mostly all gone home, and Princess Luna was taking charge of the throne for the night, so her sister Princess Celestia could rest.
As the sunlight lowered beyond the distance horizon, and he was cast into total shadows, his ears twitched ever so subtly to the sound of the magic sconces snapped alive with his name sake. The crackling flames dancing and casting completely different shadows around him.
He smiled, pausing to watch one of them for a moment. It played with his own shadow, warping it and giving Fire light the imagination of a foal once more, seeing his dark form shift and dance on the wall made him chuckle.
"Always a joy to see." He murmured turning to continue his route.
"Truly?" A voice whispered from behind him, as if a ghost had licked his nape with it's voice. Fire Light felt his heart explode in his chest. He surged forward suddenly and whipped around, his magic springing to life as it latched onto the sword at his side.
"Who dares to–" His voice fell short as his eyes gazed at the chest fluff of Princess Celestia. Angling his eyes up, he found her gazing at him with the hint of a smile on her lips. Her eyes were coy and sparkling with mirth.
She meant to sneak up on him. He quickly let go of his sword, and relaxed his horn, the magic dissipating like a fading group of fireflies around his head. he bowed.
"Princess, M-my apologies, I didn't hear you coming down the hall. I would've–"
"I know, I meant to be sneaky, Corporal." She interrupted, tilting her head and gazing at his horn a moment, before her eyes met his. "Tell me, did you mean it?" Her horn tilted to the fire sconces along the right wall. "That they bring you joy?"
He slanted his gaze to them, swiveling an ear back ever so slightly. "Yes, your majesty, they um, they remind me of home I suppose." His head fully turned to the sconce nearest them. "My father used to take us camping and the fires he made were always a wonder to see," He chuckled, scuffing a hoof on the carpet. "And play with."
"Hmm," She hummed, never taking her eyes off him. He watched as her gaze lingered in silence. As he was about to speak, she fluttered her eyes. "They remind me of you, Corporal Fire Light."
The Princess bit her lip, gently chewing it as the stallion before her felt his cheeks flush red. "Truth be told, I pass by you every evening, like clock work, and your magic, your mane…your," Her head lifted and to his confusion he watched as her nostrils flared firmly. "Your…scent."
Fire light felt the heat on his cheeks increase tenfold as her head lowered and she rest a smoldering gaze on him. Her fluttering eyelashes, her mane drifting in a ghost wind, and…were her hips swaying?
She stepped forward and reflexively he took one back. What…what is the princess– His internal inquiry died as the Princess lowered her snout to mere inches from his. "All of it, Corporal Fire Light, all of you…comes to mind, when I see these flames." She whispered.
His eyes were frozen open in awe, as the Princess gently touched noses with him. "Your armor, glimmering under it's burning warmth, your coat, bronze in the light, and that sword…mmm." She circled around him, nipping his neck, nibbling his jawline, and firmly pushing her nostrils into his coat. "It makes me…burn." She whispered huskily into his ear.
He felt his throat shift as he gulped, felt his heartbeat rapidly hammering in his chest as the Princess drifted her right wing open and rest it over his back, just under his jawline. His head was lifted up, and her cheek started rubbing along his neckline, nuzzling strongly against his coat.
Fire Light felt his teeth clench in sudden shock as the frog of his Princess's left hoof hooked his growing arousal, and started stroking it. Back and forth went her hoof, driving him to start grunting. The stallion was quickly overwhelmed by the contact with the Alicorn, her silky smooth fur, her wonderful scent, her gentle feathers, it all drove him to let forth his arousal from it' sheath with nary a doubt he would be praised for it.
"Nn…nngh…..ngn" He felt his voice die in his throat, to be replaced with guttural grunts and primal sounds as the Princess leaned up and set their gazes together. "Come, my soldier…"
Her hoof slid all the way down his now very hard length, making him reflexively buck into a standing position. Their lips connected ever so tentatively, giving him but a glimpse to their suppleness, and then she was turning him towards her chambers.
"Let me polish that sword of yours, I feel it is in desperate need of an Alicorn's touch, yes?" She whispered into his ear.
"Y-yes, my Princess."
The doors to Celestia's Chambers closed with the quietest of clicks, and the crackling of fire from the sconces was the only sound that hall heard all night.
