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Unicorn
by Jadben Veldben (no address provided)
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And while it is true that no hunter can catch a
unicorn, and that only a female virgin of the most
pure and chaste variety will be able to lure one to
herself, all is not quite as it seems. The unicorn
will indeed approach the maiden, and lay its head in
her lap, but then events will take an unexpected turn.
(F/beast, magic, preg)
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Author's Note: The unicorn's horn is imbued with many
magical properties, including the ability to heal
wounds with a touch, to purify polluted waters, and
intensify the love a couples who should happen to espy
one. The horn is also a fearsome weapon in battle,
with packs of wolves easily slain by the unicorn, and
even the great dragons bested on occasion. It is also
thought that drinking a potion of ground unicorn horn
will give potency and virility to a man, for it is
apparently a curious fact that all unicorns are male.
***
Wissa stood in the forest, the hunters behind her.
While she knew the ways of a man with a woman, she had
never been with a man, and indeed had never even
kissed one, not counting her papa. She also knew why
she was there, and why the hunters were there. They
were hunting unicorn, to kill it and take its horn,
which would be sold for a fortune. Her parents had
been paid a substantial fee for her accompanying the
hunters, and she had acquiesced, for the money would
make life much easier for a long time to come.
But, during their trek through the forest, to a place
where a unicorn was supposed to live, she had listened
to the tales the hunters told. Tales of how beautiful
the unicorn was, and the magical things it could do.
Wissa had resolved that, if she could, she would warn
the unicorn away from the hunters.
As the party entered the deep brush, the hunters
spread out slightly, still keeping in sight of one
another, but covering the greatest possible ground,
looking for signs of the unicorn. Shortly, one man
shouted-he'd found fairly fresh tracks. They followed
the tracks to a small pool, formed by a spring
bubbling up from the ground. So the hunters prepared a
place for Wissa and she sat down, preparing for the
wait. The hunters dispersed themselves around the
area, and readied themselves.
Several hours passed, with no sign of the unicorn.
Wissa grew uncomfortable, and then she finally stood,
telling the head hunter that she had to go relieve
herself. He agreed, and sent her away from the pool.
Wissa went a short distance and found a convenient
bush.
Just as she finished, she looked up. There was the
unicorn, staring at her! Wissa was almost overcome by
the sheer beauty of the unicorn. He tossed his head at
her, then turned away. After a few paces he stopped,
turned, and repeated the movement. "He must want me to
follow him," she thought. So she rose, and followed
after.
The unicorn silently led her deeper into the forest.
Wissa followed for near a half-mile. He led her to a
secluded glade, with a large pool of water, with a
small waterfall trickling into it. There the unicorn
stopped to drink, so Wissa did too. After satiating
their thirst, the unicorn moved toward the edge of the
clearing, and knelt. Wissa thought she should kneel,
too, and did so, a few feet from the 'corn.
Wissa watched as the unicorn shuffled closer to her,
and laid its head in her lap. Wissa felt a wave of
emotion wash through her, settling in the vicinity of
her pussy. For some reason, she had not tucked her
skirts under her legs as she sat, so when the unicorn
suddenly moved them up towards her waist, she was
taken by surprise. But its hot breath on her bare
cunt-lips felt too wonderful for her to complain, or
to readjust her skirts.
As it began to nibble at the folds between her legs,
the unicorn`s flexible lips sent waves of pleasure
through Wissa. Her juices started to flow, and were
eagerly licked up by the unicorn's long tongue. As it
caressed her throbbing clit, Wissa began to lean back,
and her hands unavoidable reached up to find her
nipples, hard nubs on her well-formed chest. She
pinched them through the fabric. They grew harder
still.
As the unicorn started to thrust its tongue into her
love canal, Wissa pulled down her décolletage, and
fondled her breasts directly, without heavy fabric
interfering with any of the wonderful sensations. As
the unicorn lounge plunged in and out of her, Wissa
began to shake with the force of her impending orgasm.
Her hips began to buck, and her come spilled out of
her cunt. The juices were swallowed by the unicorn,
which had continued to lick, nibble, and tease her
clit. Her moans and gasps of pleasure echoed around
the small clearing and out across the pool of water.
As the tremors began to subside, Wissa returned to
some awareness of her surroundings. As she looked up
from where she had lain back, she saw the unicorn,
laying between her outspread legs, with her come all
over the tiny beard below its chin (and on most of the
rest of its muzzle). As he got to his feet, Wissa saw
the large black cock hanging between its legs, rigid
with urgency. A drop of crystal clear pre-cum fell as
she watched. Wissa knew what she had to do.
She got to her feet, then stood and shed her clothing,
which was gathered around her waist. The unicorn
waited, expectantly. Wissa turned, dropped to her
knees, and bent forward to place her hands on the
ground. The unicorn, its cock fully erect, moved
forward. As Wissa felt the 'corn's chest brush her
back, she moved back to meet that which she felt such
a need for.
The tip of the long, dark cock brushed her anus as the
unicorn halted, then it drifted lower, to place itself
against the entrance to her pussy. Wissa felt it start
to enter her, and the unicorn moved forward, embedding
itself into her, but no more than an inch before
Wissa's tight, unused pussy held it fast.
They began to rock, forward and back. As the unicorn's
cock pulled out of Wissa, she moved forward, until
only its head remained inside her. Then the two moved
together, sawing the cock into Wissa's cunt, forcing a
little deeper into her every time, until it was
blocked. Once, twice more the way was blocked. But on
the third time, her maidenhood gave way.
Wissa groaned in pain, but it quickly subsided into
greater pleasure. One hand reached up to her chest,
alternately tweaking one nipple, then the other.
Shivers ran up and down her spine as the rough belly
hairs rubbed her smooth-skinned back.
As they pulled apart, then together again, the
unicorn's prick continued to press farther into Wissa
with each thrust, until finally it pressed against her
cervix with each stroke. Her juices ran freely now,
and each time the unicorn's cock pulled out, it
glistened in the sunlight. Wissa began to moan and
squeal again, as her climax approached.
The unicorn's squeals matched hers as it cock began
to throb with the impending release. They bucked and
swayed, first apart, then together again with
increasing force. With a sound that was almost a
scream, the unicorn began to come, its first surge
seeming to fill Wissa's already overfull pussy with
liquids.
Wissa cried out as her orgasm reached its peak, and
she started to come again. As further spurts of come
filled Wissa, and seeped out of her, she shuddered,
nearly in time with the unicorn.
As their orgasms eased, the two remained in position
for several endless minutes, with his cock still
buried in her. Finally, they pulled apart, and
collapsed down onto the sweet grasses, with Wissa
nestled up against the unicorn's flank.
Wissa awoke much later, feeling chilled. Sunlight
slanted low into the clearing. The unicorn was gone,
and she could hear the shouts of the hunters as they
called her name, evidently searching for her. Wissa
quickly climbed into her dress, and called back,
running to meet them, so they wouldn't discover the
glade.
As the hunters gathered around where she found the
first one, Wissa explained that she had gone too far
when she had gone to relieve herself, and had gotten
lost. She told them that she hadn't cried out, for
fear of scaring away the unicorn, should it be near.
Since it was so late, everyone started back to camp.
Two more weeks passed, with Wissa going to various
locations the hunters found, and waiting there. Since
she was no longer virgin, the unicorn did not come of
course, so all the traps the hunters set came to
naught. Eventually, they gave up, and headed home.
In the following months, it became obvious that Wissa
was pregnant. Her parents pressed her closely for the
identity of the father, but Wissa told them nothing.
Eventually, her time came, and as Wissa lay groaning
on the bed, the first things she heard were the shriek
of the midwife, and a soft nicker, as her newborn
unicorn colt rose up on spindly legs.
To the horror of her mother and the midwife, Wissa
weakly drew the colt to her breast, to nurse.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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