When a Unicorn Takes a Pegasus

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Breeding a Fellow Male

"Never thought I'd find you up here..."

Snorting, the feral unicorn dipped his head, casting a look back at the pegasus, Verdun, who had appeared on the lookout point where he was standing guard. With a pure white coat and a silver fall of a mane cascading sensually down his neck, he was a sight to see, something to be looked at and adored for how he was in more ways than one. Galadriel shook his head, though his pegasus companion in a light blue coat and deep, lustrous mane and tail that flew behind him while he was airborne advanced with a smirk on his light lips.

"Come on, Galadriel," he murmured, arching his neck prettily, mane falling even more appealingly down the arch of it. "I know you want to come here, to be with me. You wouldn't come out so far away from everyone if not."

If he did not have such composure, Galadriel would have rolled his eyes.

"Verdun... You know I'm on duty. I've got to stand watch. That's why I'm here."

The pegasus snorted, shaking his head, mane flipping softly from one side of his neck to the other in a sensual fall of hair.

"Oh, sure, that's what you say... But I know that there is something more here, Galadriel. There's something between us. Something that even you don't want to say about."

The unicorn stepped back, one fore hoof lifted as if in surprise, though even he knew what Verdun meant. The pegasus was cocky, too cocky, but sometimes it was that very cockiness that brought out a darker side to a creature, the side that was sultry and lustful, that could push through all inhibitions into what one truly wanted.

And Verdun knew it too. He knew how Galadriel's eyes trailed down his hide when the unicorn though that he was not looking, how he watched him out of the corner of his eye, how the unicorn's horn glowed faintly when his sheath was a little bit plumper than usual. Not that they had done anything together, of course, but it was hard for equines like them to hide their arousal, if only with a touch of magic lingering in their veins to make it seem, perhaps, as if something else was happening. Galadriel may have had a little cloaking magic sealed away in his horn but it was not such that Verdun could not see through him. And the pegasus wanted to see more of that pink shaft, that length of delectable meat, than he had before.

Galadriel took another step back and another, backed up to a rock face covered with vines. Before them, off the outlook, stretched the land that the two of them guarded, what they were defenders of, meadows and fields and rivers and homes rolling off into the moonlit distance as far as the eye could see. The starlight glinting off their light coats granted them an even more ethereal air than usual, though it only lent an added air of mystery to the scene, Galadriel quivering where he stood with his tail, hesitantly, flicking up, caught in Verdun's gaze.

Verdun strutted forth confidently, a tilt to his head that said more than words ever could. They both knew, truly, why they were there, the tension between them finally breaking in the most wonderful of ways. The unicorn snorted, nostrils fluttering, yet not even he could hold back his shaft from sliding out, thickening through his sheath, the medial ring a defined line and rumple of flesh in that moment. He grunted softly and backed up, head lowering, but Verdun was there, nuzzling his neck, warm breath teasing over his neck and withers as the pegasus nipped and nibbled.

"Shush... Relax... This can be about you too. Though I'm sure you know how this works for our kind too."

Galadriel shivered. Oh, he knew, though it would leave him with something to remember their liaison by, even if it did turn out to be a one night stand with the pegasus. It could be more, so much more, but he had to give in to him, those kisses and nibbling touches slowly but surely working their way down his back, the line of his spine. His rump begged for more as he braced his hinds, flagging his tail, head swimming and spinning as if he was caught up in the grip of magic that he was not in full control of.

"Oh... Mm... But... I have to...watch..."

"That's fine."

Verdun grinned, wings flared out, certain that he was going to get what he wanted in that moment. Turning the unicorn so that he faced back out over the land that he was supposed to be guarding (even though the land was in a time of peace), Verdun nuzzled under the unicorn's inviting tail, which was slenderer than his with a thicker ruff and fall of air running down from the tip. It curled back and forth over his head as Verdun took a moment to nuzzle, inhaling the light musk of unicorn, though it would always be tainted for him, marginally, with a magic touch of delight. The puckered, thick tail hole flexed for him as Galadriel's cheeks heated up, though such a flush could course down his neck and up his horn and never find any kind of relief.

The unicorn didn't know what he was doing, why he was doing it, though that was merely his mind holding him back from the truth, trying to protect him. Galadriel grunted softly, hanging his head, though he wasn't even watching the land before him anymore, after all that, his hocks flexing, trying to dip his hind end even more for Verdun. The pegasus was stronger than him, braver than him, yet he had never thought that the winged creature of lust would have ever been interested in him, not even in the slightest.

He had to submit though, for there was something in his heart that would not have let him do anything else but that in the passion of the moment, blushing furiously, knowing that he was supposed to be on guard duty and yet not doing anything of the sort. Who cared what was to happen in the outside world? He was there and he wanted it, Galadriel's head spinning, pounding, as if he was amid a freefall, though his hooves most certainly were still firmly on the ground.

"Mmmph... Ohhh..."

"You're too easy to tease, do you know that? It's as if you're out here begging to be mounted, Galadriel."

Verdun chuckled as he nuzzled under the unicorn's tail, letting him whimper for him, tongue dragging over his taint. He moaned out loud, for he was not a pegasus who had anything at all to hide, lust rising, throbbing up so thick and fast that it was a wonder to him too that his cock did not explode right then and there. It thickened out his sheath even more in that moment as it throbbed and Verdun rocked his hips proudly, the massive length of stallion-cock begging for attention that only his sweet little submissive squeeze could truly deliver to him.

Yet the feel of that tight pucker under his tongue had him hard and ready in but a moment, cock flexing, abs contracting to sleep it up against his own stomach. He needed it desperately but he was the top and part of his allure was in his power, wings flared out, feathers fluttering off where they were shedding, replaced with stronger, newer feathers. In time, he would moult and take on a whole new cluster of white feathers, glittering in the moonlight, though Verdun would never know that Galadriel kept just one of them tucked away in the pillow he kept for his sleeping quarters. The feather, when times were rougher, at the very least helped him sleep at night. Sometimes, that little bit of comfort was all that a stallion like him could hope for.

Though Verdun lusted for more, to be closer, to push the limits and boundaries of what had already been set out between them. His tongue dragged down, pulling around the unicorn's heavy sack, how it dangled and swayed, bouncing lightly off his nose. He snorted softly, letting his warm breath caress those dangling nuts, Galadriel pushing down against him.

"Now, now... Have some patience, dear, or do you want to give it all up straight away?"

Galadriel whimpered, nostrils fluttering in a whinny. He couldn't speak, twisting his head back and forth, his horn tipping, needing everything. Words would not slip from his lips, no matter how much he huffed, every fibre of his being tingling with desire for the stallion who had turned his life upside down. He needed him, craved him, his balls aching for him. Even his cock obviously drooled a thick stream of pre-cum, though he was sure (or he hoped) it would seep into the ground, washing away before anyone noticed the illicit evidence of their tryst.

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