Luna shifted and raised herself up, arching her back slightly with a push of her feet and elbows into the mattress so the dress could be removed. When it was gone it made a light sound as it slithered off the edge of the bed, the bodice too heavy for the skirt to hold. It hit the forest ground with another rustle before quiet. The princess feared to move, to make a sound, that he might wake from his dream. She would disappear, shoved back into reality and out of the subconscious realm her magic let her into. She didn't want to leave. Luna wanted him to do his worst. So her legs part as he bid them to do, a shiver moving up her spine as she tried to contain a sigh. It was no use. Fire tore up and down each thigh with each kiss.