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A thin veil of morning mist still lingered on the lush forest floor as Vendril determinedly tread the narrow and winding dirt path snaking amidst the old and mossy elder trees with his tall leather boots, attentively observing his surroundings for any possible traces of wildlife - particularly for a certain horned specimen to be exact. The ancient forest surrounding him was almost perfectly silent, its thick mantle of serenity and tranquil only broken by the young elf's delicate footsteps. The sun had just climbed above the horizon, its cold, feeble light being filtered through the thick foliage of the aged trees, scattering beautifully onto the dense undergrowth of the forest, the millions of droplets of morning dew lighting up like small shiny stars all around the cloaked traveler.

It was beautiful. These few fleeting moments before nature fully woke up were what Vendril enjoyed the most. Even though he had already seen hundreds of mornings just like this on his journey, such a scenery never failed to make him feel at ease. Had his destiny been different, the copper-haired elf would have been completely content to simply seat himself on a rock or a tree stump and view the awakening nature in all its glory. As much as witnessing it all improved his mood and soothed his heart, Vendril knew he couldn't afford to dawdle as there was something that he needed to find and something he needed to lose.

Being an elf of Vaerenian lineage, Vendril had a set destiny; a unique, numinous purpose for his life, premeditated by the grand Goddess before he was even born. All elves in his village had one. Each time the village was blessed with the birth of a new child, the elder seer would have a vision of the path laid out for their life by the Goddess. And as per many millennia of Vaerenian tradition, this vision was to come to fruition.

All Vaerenian elves took these divine auguries extremely seriously, as for them it was their way of thanking the grand Goddess for their existence. For most elves, it defined the very essence of who they were and what they were meant to do with their life. Thus it was highly encouraged, almost expected of one to actively seek out the fulfillment of their own destiny so as not to bring shame, dishonor, or even calamity upon the rest of their kin. Reaching one's destiny was seen as something of great importance and value, this idea woven deep into the very fabric of Vaerenian culture itself.

But while many of the seer's prophecies were vague, shrouded, or generally not that hard to realize, for Vendril, it was different. While the Goddess was often seen as a kind, wise and benevolent entity - the fates she bestowed upon her people reflecting these traits - the most twisted of destinies had befallen Vendril at the time of his birth.

His destiny was to have his virginity taken by a male unicorn. Preferably right after he had reached maturity as well.

At the time, such a vision had sparked great confusion within the village elders, but the seer was absolutely certain this was what the goddess had in store for Vendril. This had naturally caused worry amongst the elder elves, as elf anatomy was undoubtedly not very compatible with that of a big, equine creature. Noble as they were, unicorns were still generally big and brutish animals subject to their whims and instincts, and engaging with one sexually could be at the least hazardous, if not even fatal to an elf. Not to even mention how difficult it would be to actually even find a unicorn.

Unicorns were rare and elusive creatures by nature. Even an avid huntsman might go their entire lifetime without crossing paths with one. To be able to even catch a glimpse of the impressive, horned equines was considered a powerful omen of good luck with how rare they were to come across in the wild.

So not only was Vendril's path to fulfilling his fate dangerous, but it was also borderline impossible to accomplish. But even with the odds stacked so steep against him, Vendril himself still wanted to see it through. Ever since he had been old enough to be told his destiny - kept from him for the first two decades of his life due to its carnal nature - the young elf had become enamored, almost obsessed about having his virginity taken by a unicorn. To this day he still didn't know if it was the implied impossibility of it that enticed him so much. He simply knew that this was something he wanted and needed to do. Otherwise, he would never be complete as a child of the grand Goddess

For years, he had been adamant about going through with it, even at the risk of his own health. Even as some of the elders, who respected the visions above everything, had warned Vendril not to take on this possibly perilous path, the young elf had remained determined to leave the village and find a unicorn to lose his virginity to as soon as he'd turn thirty and reach maturity. Having discarded similar warnings from the other village residents, being told to have faith in the Goddess and her wisdom, after ten years of building up his determination, Vendril eventually left the village in search of his destiny and the horned stallion of legends who would help him fulfill it.

It had already been almost a full year since Vendril had departed from the familiarity and comfort of his home in the small community of elves to traverse the ancient woods in search of his fated equine partner. So far, his efforts had gone unrewarded, but even so, Vendril had never entertained the thought of giving up. Naturally, it had taken both his mind and body some time to get used to the unpredictable, gritty life in the wilderness, but so far, he had managed just fine.

Like the rest of his kin, Vendril was fair-skinned and slender when it came to his body, his most distinctive feature being his copper hair, which was decently rare within his lineage. The burnished strands of silky fiber were straight and flowed down to just barely tickle Vendril's slim shoulders - their length quite short for even a male elf -, the hair on the left side of his head tied into four braids of varying length. The peculiar shade of his mane made for quite the striking combination with the pair of determined, sky-blue eyes embedded into the delicate features of his elven face. The once bright and blissfully ignorant blue iris now carried the weight of apprehension and experience in their sapphire hue.

Traveling multiple hundreds, if not even thousands of miles away from his home had had its effects on Vendril's physique as well, as whilst being quite physically capable, elves rarely engaged in excessive amounts of manual labor. Having walked as long as Vendril had, his svelte elven figure had gradually lost some of its inherent softness, his legs and thighs having gained some extra meat from all the walking he had done to find his unicorn. And whilst his clothes and a healthy layer of fat did a good job of concealing the muscles he had developed, one could with a single glance tell him apart from your regular Vaerenian elf.

Vendril didn't mind the subtle changes in his physique and instead felt rather proud of the mark of his devotion showing on his body. Besides, there was no denying having strong legs and feet was a benefit for his cause, whereas before he would already be out of breath from an hour or two of walking at moderate speed, nowadays he could pretty much stay on his feet the entire day and travel tens of miles at a time.

Today Vendril had been on the move for two hours already, having woken up before sunrise, and already walked for a good seven miles in the misty woods of Elendar, searching for any traces of the elusive equine he was after. Although this day was like any other, the dainty elf was feeling peculiarly lucky as he strolled along the path in his modestly decorated green cloak donning the delicate, golden embroidery of his lineage. There was something curious in the air that just tickled the tips of his pointed ears the right way.

Nimbly climbing his way to the top of a small hill, Vendril sighed and pulled down the green hood of his cloak, swiping away a few loose strands of lustrous hair away from his forehead as he shielded his eyes from the bright columns of sunlight that illuminated his path. The shimmering rays of light pleasantly warmed up the pale skin of the young elf's ears and face as he stopped on his boots and took a sweeping glance at the surrounding forest.

At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The forest was still quiet and there were no visible signs of wildlife anywhere in Vendril's view.

But then, the keen-eyed elf's gaze happened to wander over a pair of peculiar-looking dents in the small plot of mud a few feet from where he was standing. He became intrigued.

Taking a few steps closer, Vendril pulled up the hem of his cloak and crouched down to inspect the unknown animal prints further. His ears twitched with moderate excitement.

It was a pair of hoofprints; fresh ones. What was even more, they didn't seem to belong to an elk or a deer as far as Vendril knew the fauna of Elendar. But whilst the hoofprints most definitely belonged to a species of the Equidae family, their large size caused Vendril to slightly tamper his own excitement. By simply placing his own hand next to them the elf could see each print being vastly bigger than his palm.

Unicorns were usually characterized as delicate and graceful creatures and said to be built lighter than your average wild horse, whilst this set of hoofprints had definitely been made by a bigger specimen of equines, one with a considerable amount of mass considering how deep they were as well. They were too big to be made by a unicorn.

But on the other hand... What would a horse - a single one at that - be doing so deep in the forest, far from the meadows and steppes they usually grazed with their herd? Vendril felt a small spark of hope. Could these hoofprints belong to a unicorn after all?

Scanning the surrounding forest floor with his gaze, Vendril was eventually able to find another hoofprint, pressed into the moist dirt of the path he was traveling along. His body and spirit both greatly reinvigorated by this fortunate turn of events, the excited male elf began meticulously tracking the scattered trail of hoofprints, bouncing forwards in the mossy terrain, walking around almost frantically in search of more tracks left by the big equine. Tried as he might, he was unable to stop his heart from racing.

Once Vendril got the hang of it, the trail was actually quite easy to follow. The moss and other general undergrowth of the forest were still wet and thus maintained the evidence of any and all forms of trampling to a high degree. And considering this particular equine seemed to be from the heavier end of his species, the tracks were even easier to find.

The intermittent trail of hoofprints eventually led Vendril down into a small, tranquil dell about half a mile away from where he had initially picked up the tracks. From there on, the pattern of hoofprints grew more and more consistent, the determined elf's heart rate accelerating with each step he took, his blue eyes jumping from side to side in search of the mythical creature he had been desperately seeking for months and months. But even as he was basically trembling with excitement, he remembered to keep his footsteps calm and quiet so as not to alert the elusive equine of his presence too early.

Vendril's breathing already affected by the intoxicating rush of adrenaline, the gently huffing elf eventually arrived at the bank of a gently purling forest brook, the flora surrounding the small stream being slightly less dense than the rest of the ancient woods. The tracks seemed to stop at the waterline, the mud on the other side showing no signs of any hoofprints in Vendril's immediate view. Momentarily worried he might have lost the trail, Vendril swung his head from side to side, the very flow of time around him coming to a complete half once he witnessed the view to his left. For a very brief moment, everything felt like a dream.

The narrow strip of gently flowing water formed a small pond some hundred feet downstream from Vendril, the surrounding forest opening up beautifully to allow the late morning sun to illuminate the surprisingly vast clearing of lush grass, beautifully speckled with colorful wild-flowers and some budding tree saplings. The familiar sunlight also flickered on the calmly waving surface of the glimmering pool of water, drawing playful reflective patterns onto the few large stones and a partially fallen tree near the waterline. The view was picturesque in its beauty.

But what really caught the male elf's eye was neither the surreal lighting nor the beautiful nature surrounding the pond, it was the creature drinking from it.

In the shade of an aged oak tree, at the very far end of the serene forest basin, there was an animal. It was as dark as the night, blending in with the shadow cast onto it by the leaves and trunk of the oak, its fur seeming to absorb almost any and all light in its presence. The creature had four legs, robust just like its haunches and withers, the intimidating head, crowned with a sparkling, spiraling horn that was just barely grazed by the columns of sunlight, bent down towards the water, from which the surprisingly large creature was drinking peacefully. It was like a shadow with hooves. A black unicorn.

Vendril was awestruck and dumbstruck at the sight. In whatever way a young elf could be struck, he was stricken with it. He had to blink and rub his wide blue eyes multiple times to be convinced he wasn't just seeing things. But even after biting his teeth down onto his own wrist, the dark creature remained underneath the oak tree, confirming that what Vendril saw was real. A live unicorn.

The abrupt storm of emotions that followed nearly swept the rogue elf off his feet, feelings of relief, anxiety, triumph, and a plethora of others barraging his mind at the exact same time.

He had been searching for a unicorn for so long that he could hardly believe finally seeing one with his own eyes. And the one that he had found was a black unicorn. Surely this had to be fate.

Black unicorns were said to be born once every five millennia, being spotted only once per ten. Even with how far back the culture of elves recorded their history, there had been only one or two instances of anyone even mentioning a black unicorn. Some historians doubted that they were even real in the first place. Hence why Vendril had doubted his eyes to such a degree when he first witnessed the creature.

And whilst Vendril's augury hadn't specifically been about having his virginity taken by a black unicorn, the resolved elf would gladly let himself get mounted by any unicorn, regardless of the hue of its coat. The fact that this particular unicorn happened to be dark and considerably larger than what Vendril had imagined, didn't deter the elf in the slightest. He knew it, felt it, now stronger than ever. This was the day he would meet his destiny. It had to be.

Only barely remembering to breathe, Vendril forced his feet to move on top of the dry litterfall lining the banks of the small brook, carefully rolling the weight of his body off each boot to produce as little sound as humanly possible with each step. The unicorn was still drinking, seemingly oblivious to the approaching elf.

Vendril sneaked closer and closer to the onyx beast with his hands shaking and lower lip quivering with the sheer thrill of being able to gaze at the creature from his dreams. Moving stealthily in the forest woven deep into his blood as an elf, the cloaked male slipped past the old tree trunks and stepped over the bulging roots and stumps with expertise and caution, doing his best not to alert the unwitting creature.

Stepping out of the woods and onto the sunlit patch of grass, Vendril continued to approach the four-legged creature in complete silence, the only sound he heard being the beating of his own heart. One step at a time, he inched himself closer and closer to the mythical beast, the anxiety about taking the next step growing and growing inside him all the way up to when he was separated from the intimidating stallion by mere thirty feet or so.

The unicorn abruptly stopped drinking and raised its head slightly, cocking it slightly to the left so that it was able to see the sneaking elf. Vendril made eye contact with the creature, the onyx animal swiftly tossing up its head and backing off a step or two, giving way for a wrenching feeling of panic to attack Vendril's gut as the utter disaster of the once-in-a-hundred-lifetimes opportunity slipping away briefly flashed in the elf's mind.

Acting on his feelings of panic, Vendril swiftly went down on his knees and bowed his head all the way down to the ground, presenting his open palms to the unicorn, praying to the Goddess under his breath for the mythical being not to gallop away.

"Mythir ae gwen, anthiv vaina ien laan faaren un tyv nir au inne boeve. Anthiv ifi yan feer."

(Dear Goddess, please grant me this blessing and see well for your child. Please don't run away)

Vendril whispered the words of ancient elvish against the blades of grass, listening keenly with his elven ears for any possible sounds of the unicorn leaving. And to his great relief, he didn't hear any. Still afraid to make any sudden moves, he held his head bowed and repeated his plea to the Goddess.

Eventually, the big animal snorted and ruffled his great mane, the peculiar sound of it causing Vendril to flinch with surprise.

"...What do you want, elf?" The husky male voice had a charming baritone ring to it as it rumbled up from the depths of the big equine's furry chest. Hearing the big animal speak made Vendril's entire body shiver and filled him with wishful anticipation.

The rust-haired elf cautiously raised his head and sat up, placing his palms on his knees as he stared at the majestic creature who still hid in the shadow of the oak. The dark equine looked even more preponderant from up close, the fine details of his four-legged form still teasingly concealed by the shade. Vendril's heart skipped a beat as his gaze happened to pass over the pair of silvery eyes of the towering stallion, who stared back at him with skepticism and caution behind his enchanting iris.

Wishing to make the apprehensive beast feel more at ease, Vendril slowly started taking off his cloak, bit by bit revealing the high-quality leather armor he wore underneath, which was still almost in pristine condition even after multiple months of being worn down by the weather; elven craftsmanship at its finest. The unicorn inspected him without blinking the entire time, the big equine eyes of fate and their intense stare driving Vendril's heart rate up higher and higher.

With his cloak now off, the young elf carefully folded the piece of decorated green clothing into a clean bundle and set it beside him, drawing out a small knife and a sickle from his belt and laying them down on top of the rolled-up cloak.

"Yes, you've made your point." The oddly soothing voice of the big animal put an abrupt stop to Vendril's humble display of innocence. "I can see you mean no harm... Your kin rarely does..."

Vendril's sensitive ears could detect the hushed sounds of the unicorn sniffing the air with his big nostrils.

"So then..."

The muscles in Vendril's body tensed up as the magnificent equine specimen that was his destined unicorn, took a pair of slow and heavy steps with his massive hooves,

bringing his large equine head out into the sun for the elf to marvel. For a brief while, the world around Vendril seemed to work in slow-motion.

The rare creature's big muzzle was strikingly elegant, whilst still carrying the profound ruggedness of a wild stallion in its well-defined, strong-looking jaw, eyebrows, and the sturdy bridge of its snout that extended down from the pair of bewitchingly deep eyes actively measuring up the smaller male. The robust neck holding up the regal muzzle was coated in the soft, lustrous mantle of the unicorn's mane, the inky strands of equine silk cascading down the gently arcing nape of the big animal, some of them curling playfully on their way down. The enchanting mess of long equine hair was made even more stunning by the few dozen or so threads of silver hiding within the waving waterfall of darkness, giving the equine mane the appearance of a night sky.

Vendril had never seen such beautiful, long, and dazzling hair on anyone, even on female elves who were universally revered for their natural wigs.

And acting as the crown for the astonishing equine muzzle was naturally the awe-inspiring, singular horn on the dark stallion, which sparkled in the sun like the finest crystal, granting the already stunning mythical male an almost ethereal aura with how it reflected the light into his surroundings. Even with how dark his fur was, the feral stallion almost seemed radiant. It was truly stunning.

As long as Vendril would have been content simply staring at the esteemed features of the handsome equine muzzle and the horn and mane decorating it, the astonished elf soon found his gaze trailing past all that, and onto the big, muscular body of the equine which slipped out of the shadows one thumping step at a time. The captivating, lazy dance of the big, dark withers and the strong equine shoulders below was more than enough for Vendril's heart to skip yet another beat, even the way the unicorn moved eliciting feelings of awe in the sitting elf.

From the big equine's shoulders, Vendril's eyes moved further to greedily feast on the view of the shiny fur of the creature's sides as well as the elegantly curving, strong pair of haunches at the very end of the mythical stallion, a wild tail of dark and silver swaying gently behind all of it. This was a sexy stallion if Vendrila had ever seen one. Such a perfectly chiseled frame of equine muscle covered by a dark fur coat of the finest quality

What further added to the shadowy feral's magnificence was the creature's sheer physical presence. The unicorn was big. Easily matching your average draft horse with its size. And in true draft horse fashion, this related specimen was armed with a gargantuan set of heavy equine balls, which Vendril - to his great pleasure and bewilderment - was able to see from his kneeling position on the grass. Attached to an intimidatingly big sheath, the pair of testes hung down from the unicorn's body, jumping about slightly with every step the great equine took, the dark leather containing them looking like it was having a serious bout with gravity in regards to the vertical position of the round, mythical semen jugs.

But Vendril's attention was torn away from the feral stallion's deliciously round orbs of stallionhood as the creature elegantly rolled his substantial weight from one set of hooves to another for the final time, stopping at a wary ten or so feet away from the elf.

"I assume you have sought me out for some purpose..." The unicorn tossed its head and snorted, waking Vendril up from his breathless trance of staring at the mythical beast.

His premeditated task and the strong resolve accompanying it quickly regained their rightful place between Vendril's ears and the elf - already struggling to contain himself a little bit - cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

"...I want you to take my virginit-"

"No!"

Vendril was stunned by the tone and swiftness his request had been rejected by the unicorn, who suddenly appeared slightly belligerent towards the kneeling elf. The expression on his dark muzzle was strikingly stern.

"I humbly beg of you to take my virginity!" Vendril doubled down on his plea, staring at his equine partner directly in the eyes, trying to convince the dark unicorn with his resolve.

"Bah~! You Vaerenian elves really don't know what's good for you... You and your divine foretellings..." The unicorn grumbled in his low voice, expressing his discontent by huffing loudly a couple of times.

"...You know of my kin?" Vendril asked, genuinely surprised that the feral equine seemed to be aware of his background.

"I have been alive for what is tens of lifetimes for your species... So I would say I know a thing or two about what you are and where you come from..." The unicorn replied, his voice whilst calm carrying some hints of pomposity.

"...Then..." Vendril muttered after a period of silence, balling up his delicate elven hands into fists over his knees. "...Then you must know how important this is to me. You're the one destined to take my virginity!"

"...It's still hard for me to believe a race as ancient as the elves are still so naive and disposed to such foolish customs." The feral male shook his head and breathed a deep sigh. "You can forget it. I'm not going to grant you your wish. You're better off finding another unicorn for that."

Vendril could feel his stomach sinking and anxiety filling his mind as the horned equine turned around to take his leave. He stood up on the grass and took a shaky step towards the great haunches of the unicorn, trying to form words in his head to stop the stallion from leaving. "W-wait!"

The unicorn stopped and cast a shockingly cold look over his shoulder at the elf who was reaching out toward the dark animal like a toddler asking his father not to leave for war.

"...Why?" Vendril raised his eyebrows, staring deep into the silvery eyes of the dark stallion. "...Does it have something to do with my body...?"

The unicorn didn't answer.

"I know I may look frail, but I'm actually really durable! I have traveled the lands for almost a year in order to find you. I am much more tenacious than a normal male elf." Vendril held a small pause before continuing. "I am positive I can take on your mating. So I ask you again: Please take my virginity!"

"Ahhh~ To be young and foolish..." The unicorn shook his head again and turned around, closing the distance between himself and Vendril in only a few steps. The irritated exhalation of the feral male tickled Vendril's forehead. "You really don't know anything, do you? Even a fool could see that I'm too big for someone like you! Take on my mating... Do you have any idea what that would do to your body?"

The unicorn appeared agitated.

"I... I am fully prepared for what my request might entail and I am willing to give up this body for what it was intended to do by the grand Goddess. They say the first time is always painful, I am not afraid of that." Vendril spoke with an unwavering voice, displaying his full resolve to the tall equine looming over him like a muscular shadow.

Of course he knew that mating with an animal the size of a horse - even a regular-sized one, not to mention one as big as this unicorn - was not going to be easy or painless. On his journey to find his fated one, Vendril had caught a pair of wild horses mating on a meadow and already had a frame of reference to how a unicorn might prefer to do its business. Sure, he lacked the wide, strong haunches of a female horse, but from what he had seen, there was nothing a male elf couldn't take with grit teeth.

The unicorn's large nostrils twitched and he tossed his head restlessly, releasing something resembling a whinny from his muzzle.

"Do you even know what you're playing with here, elf? I'm not just your average horse - not even your average unicorn for that matter. Not up here, or down there." The unicorn huffed, scraping the grass with his hooves. "And just so you know, you aren't the first elf to seek me out for this task..."

Vendril twitched at the unicorn's words. Had there been others with the same destiny as him?

Reading the surprise on the elf's face the visibly restless equine continued. "That's right... I've had a few of your kin seek me out to take their virginity. Naturally, I rejected most of them, but some were really insistent... Following me around for days... Constantly tempting me... A stallion who rarely gets the opportunity to mate like me can only take so much..." The unicorn took on a more serious, darker expression. "...Well, at least they got to meet their goddess happy... And that's why I am telling you, it will not work."

Even the clear and ominous undertone of the horned stallion's tale wasn't enough to deter Vendril, who had focused on a completely different point in the unicorn's story. 'A stallion who rarely gets the opportunity to mate like me can only take so much'. So he did actually want to do it. He was just holding himself back out of not wanting to hurt his partner with his mating. And more importantly, there was a limit to his reason. At the end of the day, he too was just an animal with animal desires. So all that Vendril would need to do was to bring out those desires enough for the shadowy stud to act upon them. If he couldn't reason his way with the intelligent mind of the unicorn, he would simply have to seduce the beast which resided beyond.

From ideas to action, Vendril started taking off his boots and vambraces, discarding the protective pieces of leather onto the grass one by one as he removed the decorated leather armor from his limbs and torso. The unicorn didn't even manage to open his muzzle before the effeminate elf had gotten completely rid of his protective gear and had started attacking the slim linen shirt which enrobed his torso, pulling it off his shoulders just like a young man on his wedding night.

The sight of the virgin elf's bare upper body - the smooth, fair skin, flat stomach, slim shoulders, and delicate arms - made the mythical equine visibly recoil and back off a step while Vendril continued to strip.

The pair of Daun-leather pants covering Vendril's surprisingly shapely thighs and behind got pulled down in an instant, the white pair of silky underwear along with them, exposing the smooth crotch of the young elf - decorated only by a few lonely curls of a similar shade to Vendril's hair - and the modest elven genitals to the world. In a flash, Vendril was completely in the nude, confidently basking in the conflicted gaze of the equine, presenting him with the adorable, hairless pouch of elf testes and the humble, flaccid cock it was trying to hide behind.

It was a universal fact that almost all intelligent species found elves - male or female - desirable from a sexual standpoint. After all, who wouldn't want a delicate-bodied, nearly hairless partner with long, lustrous hair and a cute face?

A small shiver of excitement tingled along Vendril's spine as he sensed the view of his body being devoured by the feral male, the unicorn clearly interested in the elf's beautiful body despite his apparent apprehensiveness. Vendril's ears twitched to a strange, nearly silent sound permeating from somewhere below the big equine's haunches.

"You're saying you don't feel anything even after looking at this virgin body of mine?" Vendril asked with a hint of cockiness in his tone, performing a quick spin to show off the rest of his assets for the dumbfounded beast. "You're a big, sexy stallion without a fated filly... Surely you do have the same urges as a regular horse?"

"...I know what you're trying to do... Knock it off before you actually get hurt." The unicorn seemed to regain his mental clarity from all the apparent ogling he had done to Vendril's body, again presenting the seductively smiling elf with a stern expression.

"Oh, I wouldn't want you to mount, and breed me as the Goddess wishes... That would be a truly terrible outcome for both of us now wouldn't it?" Vendril purred in his best bedroom voice, confidently taking a few steps closer to the dark equine, who, despite the expression on his muzzle, was clearly rattled. "That's not my intention at all..."

"You better not go about provoking me...I have no such desire-"

The flustered feral's sentence was cut short by a good one and a half feet of thick, varicolored horsecock abruptly flopping out of his sheath, reaching for the grass beneath the big equine like a fifth leg. Vendril's eyes went as wide as Vaerenian celebratory silver salvers as he witnessed the massive baton of breeding meat swing into his view from behind the proud equine's gut, now complementing the view of the fat pair of unicorn testes with its incredibly girthy presence. The cock was absolutely huge, already longer and girthier than Vendril's forearm, and it wasn't even erect yet. Just the view of the feral stallionhood was enough to make Vendril shiver from the sheer submissive desires it elicited in him. Looking at it made his whole lower body feel weak.

"...This wouldn't happen to be my fault, would it?" Vendril snickered, having to go against every instinct in his body and tear his gaze away from the glorious equine shaft of his destiny. He took another step closer to the increasingly flustered feral.

The unicorn remained silent, locked in a mental struggle between his reason and his desires, the latter of which was really starting to rear its blunt, throbbing head by the second

"How long did you say you had lived? Tens of lifetimes for us elves? How long has it been since you were last visited by one of us? One or two millennia? Fufu~ I bet you haven't been able to breed in ages..." Vendril continued his teasing with increased confidence, trying to provoke the ruttish beast he knew resided somewhere inside the handsome equine. "Those huge, nasty balls of yours all full and swollen with seed... Does it not get arduous to carry them around like that all day? Hanging so low between your thighs, swaying about as you walk... Reminding you of just how full they are..."

Briefly glancing down, Vendril could see the huge black and pink horsecock twitching as it was slowly erected. The previously half-flaccid, malleable tube of stud sex gradually gained its rigidity, breezing past two feet in length as it slowly rose up towards the dark unicorn's belly, one vigorous jump at a time. Its mere, imposing presence was almost drawing Vendril in, the elf's own genitals reacting naturally to such an overwhelming display of male desire.

"Is it true that your kind can smell virgins?" Vendril pressed further, now stepping close enough to the unicorn to touch his muzzle with his hands. "How is my scent...?"

Voluntary or not, the equine creature twitched his big nostrils, subsequently chafing the grass with his big hooves like a regular, un-intelligent farmhorse. The unicorn snorted and inhaled Vendril's scent some more, his big silver eyes staring off somewhere far beyond the naked elf as he abruptly shook his big head and whinnied softly.

"Like it, huh? Feel free to smell me as much as you want." Vendril whispered, stepping even closer to the four-hooved feral, gently guiding the equine muzzle onto his neck. He could promptly feel his copper locks getting partially sucked into the pits of the unicorn's nostrils as the horny beast inhaled with vigor, lifting up all his hooves one by one as if greatly elated by smelling the elf. Vendril certainly was.

It was incredibly arousing to finally be able to touch the handsome mythical creature with his own hands, to be so close to something so big and majestic, to feel his big, dark destiny breathing onto his neck like an animal in heat, poking his nose around in his hair with curiosity and lust. Just a few good sniffs from the dazed equine and Vendril was already rock hard, now matching his feral companion who huffed and snorted like he was in the presence of a fertile mare. The feral stallion, who had been silent for a decent while now, eventually went in for another, exhausting inhalation of Vendril's scent, the thickening aura of the two males' shared lust abruptly broken by a meaty slap. A loud one.

Distracted from his stud-appreciating bliss, Vendril was able to stagger back a few steps, away from the immediate reach of the unicorn's hungry nostrils that were still twitching furiously, devouring the mysterious scent of virginity wafting off the elf. Shaking off the growing dizziness from his mind Vendril carefully bent down and gasped with delight as he was able to witness the thick, meaty unicorn dick in its full, erect glory underneath the horned stallion. The entire thing, all three, thick feet of it, appeared to be alive with how much the mighty stallion shaft throbbed, the aroused equine's rapid heartbeat given away by the brisk pulsing of his malehood.

There were no words to describe how seeing a live unicorn cock made Vendril feel. It was so big, so imposing, so raw, the mere visual alone oozing equine fertility to the maximum extent possible without actually ejaculating out potent seed; something that Vendril was sure his feral partner's heavy hangers were packed with. At that particular moment, it didn't even occur to him that all of that was supposed to go inside him. He was completely enchanted simply watching the gargantuan horsecock throb outside its sheath.

Vendril flinched as the three feet pole of unicorn breeding excellence abruptly slapped against the wide, dark belly of its owner, revealing the culprit of the similar sound heard before.

"I had no idea my scent was so enticing..." Vendril giggled, purposefully flaunting his hips as he erected his frame once more, staring deep into the foggy eyes of the troubled equine in front of him. "Are you still saying you don't want to take my virginity? Your other horn seems to disagree with you."

The unicorn shook his head and shot a nasty glare in Vendril's direction, breathing heavily for a while before muttering out his reply: "....No..." It took the feral male a noticeable effort to speak even a single word. The feral equine was obviously aroused, but his overall behavior still wasn't quite that of a beast's, traces of reason still lingering within the background of his eyes.

But that suited the sultry elf just fine. It only meant that he needed to push the beast out some more.

"Those elves you told me about... The ones whose virginities you took... Don't tell me that didn't feel good to you? Because I bet it did."

There was a third slap and the unicorn whinnied, subsequently growling from somewhere deep in his chest to express his disdain for Vendril's dirty tactics.

"I bet it felt incredible. To breed a cute, virgin elf. Settle yourself on top of them... Lay that throbbing monster onto their backs... Slide it down lower and lower... Thrust with the whole force of your haunches, and take what they wanted you to take..." Vendril nearly whispered, stepping back into the reach of the dark equine snout that eagerly dove back into his copper braids to breathe the exhilarating scent of his inexperience. "...To feel the caress of their flesh around your huge cock, milking out your colts at the pace you wanted them to. To hear the sweet screams of pain and ecstasy they made as you claimed them over and over again, pounding each of them like your own mare... Until you let all of that nasty seed out from those big and heavy balls of yours. Must have been quite the load each time..."

There were two slaps.

"Now imagine how it would feel to relive all that pleasure. To let loose for the first time in ages and take care of your male pride? To breed an elf on the small meadow next to this very pond? Mount this delectable body of mine and take what was destined to be yours by the Goddess? Mate me with the entire animal of your being and release a fat, juicy load of healthy colts up inside me from your huge, mare-breeding balls, and fill me up like a good filly?"

Now Vendril heard a whole series of slaps as he spoke, the mental imagery he conjured within the unicorn making the beast flare his stallionhood and slap it against his coat over and over again in desperation as the arousal rapidly devoured any lingering reason present in the equine. As much as the prurient elf wanted to watch the unicorn member perform, he managed to stand still and allow his horned companion to breathe in even more of the virgin pheromones that were apparently driving him crazy. The mantle of shared lust once again enveloped the elf and the unicorn, each of them panting and fully erect from the presence of the other, Vendril growing slowly addicted to the enchanting feral musk of the strong stallion.

"Wouldn't you want to hear me scream as you mount me? I promise I would scream extra loud just for you since I haven't as much as trained myself with my own fingers before this... Your cock would be the first thing my ass ever devoured." Vendril sighed, taking the big, dark muzzle into his hands and sharing his best "breed-me" eyes with the huffing unicorn.

"...N-no... It would... It would... not be good for you... Your body... can't take it... if I let loose..." The onyx beast muttered, his resistance to the sultry seduction already crumbling.

"...Not good huh...? Perhaps it would be better for me to negotiate with a different body part of yours..." Vendril giggled, acting mostly on his own arousal as he abruptly squatted down to set his sights on the stallion's periodically flaring slapper.

"No- wait- you can't!" Frozen with lust, the intelligent feral was unable to stop Vendril from going down on his knees and crawling underneath him in the blink of an eye.

The dark equine was so big that Vendril had no trouble moving about between his four, robust legs, the fifth horizontal one eagerly staring him in the eye slightly below the muscular chest of his destined unicorn. The pole of feral fuckmeat was pulling the young elf in with its sheer size and sexual draw, almost begging to be touched with how vigorously it throbbed and flared with the horned beast's oscillating lust. Vendril obeyed its carnal call without hesitation and crawled his way closer.

But the closer he got to the three-foot pillar of dark unicorn sex, the more Vendril could feel his heart being gripped by anxiety, as the true, gargantuan volume of the equine male organ was revealed to him. It was huge, anyone could see that from a mile away. But to suddenly be kneeling down next to it like this, having the mythical sex cylinder throbbing only a few inches away from one's eyes put its size into a whole other perspective.

The incredible horsecock was almost as long as one of Vendril's legs, possessing a girth comparable to the elf's neck. Sure, it had looked borderline manageable from a distance, but being able to put his hands, face and arm next to it brought down a whole cascade of doubt onto Vendril's sexy mounting plans, as stuffing something that big inside anything living seemed grossly unhealthy at best. Suddenly it wasn't just excitement that made Vendril tremble in the unicorn's presence.

It didn't make things any better that it was now that Vendril truly woke up to the oppressive, heavy scent floating around the colossal set of unicorn genitals, nearly making the elf feel dizzy with how fiercely it hammered itself up his nostrils. Whilst he had very much enjoyed the pleasantly rugged and male scent of the unicorn's mane and muzzle gave off, this sort of musk was an entirely different beast to be huffing. It was such a raw concoction of concentrated testosterone, sex, and something else that Vendril couldn't quite grasp. It was the scent of a feral that wanted to mate.

His morale to being mounted and mated having taken a considerable blow, Vendril hesitated next to the fervently twitching stallionhood for upwards of thirty seconds, trying his best to steel his resolve while the giant mare-stretching member throbbed before his very eyes. He silently prayed for the Goddess to give him strength, attempting to refuel his doused excitement by leaning more into his carnal desires, focusing more on appreciating the absolute unit of a beast that stood over him. Such a handsome body definitely deserved to be worshipped one way or another.

The heavily breathing unicorn whinnied as Vendril eventually laid his hands on the hot equine shaft that he had worked so hard helping to erect, gasping with surprise and delight as the firm pole of stallion sex responded to his touch by flaring and spewing out a small shower of glimmering unicorn pre. The raunchy scent surrounding the blunt-headed breeder promptly got a lot stronger, the thick aroma making Vendril shiver from his ears to his toes.

As much as the reason-defying filly-filler intimidated Vendril with its size, it also fascinated the elf greatly. There was something inherently mesmerizing about a male packing such length and girth, and being able to hold all the arousal of such a creature at one's fingertips. Submerging himself in his lustful desires even further, Vendril carefully dragged his delicate fingers along the unicorn's male length, enjoying the feeling of the rock-hard feral fucker throbbing against the fair skin of his hands whilst its owner tossed his head and snorted like a common horse, ejaculating some more glimmering ropes of unicorn pre onto the grass by his forehooves.

Eventually reaching the dark, leathery sheath from which the feral cervix hammer was emerging, Vendril couldn't help his eyes from following the tightly stretched skin of the feral male's scrotum all the way down to the pair of beautifully symmetrical and sexy unicorn colt churns that eagerly throbbed along with the rest of the equine genitals. The smooth surface of the taut, dark orbs was broken by a few, thick veins coursing underneath the strained leather giving the arousing visual even more raw and animalistic impact that made Vendril want to squirm. Before he even realized it, Vendril was already fondling the magnificent pair of horse boulders with his other hand. They were bigger than his fists

The unicorn was struck with another fit of whinnying and snorting as the soft fingers of an elf caressed his heavy gonads.

Momentarily forgetting his newfound dread of being mounted by the extremely hung beast with a horn on his forehead, Vendril set his hands to explore the entire surface of the majestic unicorn malehood, moving his fingers with the enthusiasm of an experienced lute player. He started stroking the veiny shaft with both hands, milking out hefty spurts of unicorn pre of varying volume with passion, sighing with joy each time his big partner squirted out a particularly fat rope of diluted unicorn colts from his tip. It was amazing to feel the equine virility flaring between his fingers, the large glans by the tip of the stallion sex baton swelling up so big Vendril could only barely reach around the entire thing.

Before long, his fickle male curiosity took one of Vendril's hands back to the big, black balls of his feral mate. Using his left hand to stroke the long, veiny underside of the mythical colt cannon, Vendril started kneading the chock-full foal containers within his right palm, prompting his equine lover to rear out of pleasure. The animalistic antics of the unicorn only acted to spur Vendril on, the entranced elf impulsively burying his nose in the unicorn's sheath and breathing in the intoxicating stallion spunk which he now found even more arousing. From there, it was only a matter of how much unicorn sheath he huffed before he stuck out his tongue and gave his big, black, throbbing destiny a taste.

The flavor of the raw unicorn penis was just as racy as Vendril had imagined, containing traces of sweat, urine and what the elf assumed was the black stallion's pre. Completely enthralled by the wild taste of the feral male, Vendril quickly ran his tongue down the dark equine scrotum and its smooth leather, giving each of the delectable unicorn nuts a big, sloppy smooch once he was able to reach them. They tasted the same as the sheath, only with a hint more sweat. The three-foot shaft jumped away from the grasp of Vendril's left hand, slapping against the glossy equine coat a good four times, expelling a small flood of pre in the process, the creature attached to it clearly enjoying such thorough service to his foal factories. The beast was getting restless.

Having taken his time giving the foal-siring unicorn cannonballs a good, wet bath, Vendril quickly moved up to taste the main course, ever so gently nibbling down on the feral malehood's hot surface and letting his tongue go wild as he moved his mouth up towards the pre-spewing tip. The unicorn tried thrashing around in a limited capacity, clearly doing his best not to trample elf underneath his hooves as he wasn't in full control of his huge, equine frame anymore.

His entire face and ears blushing from desire, the slutty elf raced his way to the blunt cockhead of the studtastic stallion rod, catching a rope of unicorn pre with his tongue as soon as he reached it. The strong taste of it made Vendril's consciousness flicker, and his comparably tiny erection throbbed like it was about to explode. Allowing his desires to take him, the delicate elf pressed his lips over the winking entrance of the unicorn urethra, taking each subsequent drop of pre into his mouth as he kissed and made out with the incredible horsecock, carefully tracing the shape of the equine glans with his tongue whilst the beast himself whinnied and kicked like he was about to lose it.

Vendril had all but forgotten about his plan to have the unicorn mount him, for a good minute working purely to satisfy his own urges of licking, bathing, and tasting as much of the mythical member as possible, filling up his belly which the feral spewed out like a fountain. He just wanted to pleasure the majestic feral, to worship this huge equine cylinder for as long as he was allowed to.

"NO!" The dark stud abruptly stomped the grass with his hooves, Vendril jumping just a little bit with how much the ground thumped from the impact.

The elf was left sitting on the grass, startled and dazed as the profusely panting, horn-headed equine backed off from on top of him, his majestic muzzle twisted into an expression of shock, embarrassment, and desperation.

"...If you go any further than that... I won't be able to control myself..." The brawny stallion said between deep, heavy breaths, staring holes into Vendril's hips and thighs as his lust would have him.

Feeling a mixture of triumph and anxiety wash over him, Vendril drew a careful smile onto his lips - wet with unicorn pre - and slowly stood up from the grass, staring at the distraught feral who was at the brink of his sanity. Only a small nudge would do it.

"...Then please let me ask you one more time..." Vendril whispered, walking a few steps closer to the pond and carefully leaning himself against the big, mossy rock near the water, sluttily presenting his delightfully plump backside to the mythical stallion and his raging 3-foot-long equine boner. "Please take my virginity."

And it was enough.

From his fear and arousal, Vendril barely even registered the unicorn moving. One moment the shadowy creature was standing on the grass, staring at him with flames of lust burning in his eyes, the next, his big forehooves already slammed on top of the rock, making the aged boulder tremble underneath the elf. The big, mean unicorn muzzle was suddenly at the top of Vendril's view, the flaring nostrils blowing warm air down against the rock as the agitated beast hunched his great head down, his huge feral frame casting an ominous shadow on the bent-over elf.

Vendril held his breath as there was now a warm, throbbing presence on the smooth skin of his back, reaching nearly all the way up to the pale elf's shoulder blades from the round curve of his male buttocks. The trepidation and uncertainty about being claimed by something so big returned to Vendril's mind in a flash, his naked body trembling between the incredibly horny equine and the mossy rock he had chosen as his bed. His knees felt weak and the remaining reason present in his head pleaded to the vastly superior forces of devotion and lust - currently reigning dominant between the young elf's long ears - not to go through with what they were set on doing with this beast.

The fear for the well-being of his anus momentarily gained some more ground as the unicorn started rubbing his elf-impaler against Vendril, snorting excitedly as a splash of pre reached the nape of the submitting party's neck. The hulking unicorn's testes Vendril so adored were busy making themselves acquainted with the flesh of his soft, elf-boy cheeks, once again reminding Vendril just how big, and full they were.

"Are you certain... That you want me to do this to you...?" The unicorn, surprisingly still within his sane mind asked, inhaling and exhaling with the entire mass of his big, black body. "Once I get started... There's no going back..."

Vendril was silent for a while, half-seriously considering backing out with how intimidating the equine phallus felt against his back and the unavoidable damage it would inflict on his bowels if the unicorn claimed him. He swiped a few copper hairs away from his face and took a pair of deep breaths, once again filling his nostrils with the dark stud's scent whilst the feral male gently humped the length of his elven back.

"...Yes..." Vendril eventually whispered after a few long seconds of hesitation, sinking his fingers into the green moss as the finality of his own words set itself into his mind. "Just consider me as a gift from the Goddess... I do not care what happens to my body... No matter how this ends... I will be yours for the rest of my life"

The unicorn stobbed rubbing himself against Vendril as soon as the elf was done talking, the massive, throbbing presence on the elven male's back slowly being dragged lower and lower until the blunt tip of the feral malehood fell off the cusp of Vendril's rump. Vendril shivered as the full equine glans sought their place between his cheeks and pressed up against his unused sphincter, the difference in their size feeling straight-out terrifying.

"I... Respect your resolve... Young elf... I will grant you your wish... With pleasure..." The unicorn whispered in his sweet baritone voice, leaning his muzzle right next to Vendril's ear whilst he lifted his rear hooves restlessly, already testing the resistance of the elven hole with his tip. "It feels... Very good taking one of your kind... While I do it." The beast whispered, his voice growing slightly more aggressive as he greedily inhaled the scent of Vendril's hair with his nostrils. "...It's what... Comes after that I am afraid of... And that usually fills me with such sadness..." This time there was a proper jab made by the onyx dark hips of the majestic feral male, Vendril's sphincter stretching but not giving in just yet.

"Tell me... What is your name? I'd very much like to remember you as something other than 'that short-haired elf who tried to play mare' after all of this is over..." The unicorn groaned, performing another jab with his haunches, this time nearly defeating the resistance of Vendril's entrance.

"V-Vendril..."

The unicorn whinnied and shook his head, for a brief second flaring his member against the elf's backside so that Vendril was able to feel the full size of the cockhead about to penetrate his most sensitive spot. "Vendril..." The feral stallion repeated, feeling the sound of the Vaerenian name in his mouth.

"Terux..." The equine eventually huffed. "That is my name. The unicorn who claims you is Terux... Make sure to remember that..."

Vendril was certain he would never forget.

"Well then... Vendril the Vaerenian... May your Goddess guide you through this."

There was a thrust. There was a whinny. There was a scream.

Pain was the first thing that Vendril felt as the feeble resistance of his delicate elven hole was overpowered by the equine tip of his feral lover with ease, a good foot of the monstrous breeding tool being forced inside by the giant unicorn's first thrust. The searing agony of being penetrated by possibly the biggest equine cock in the entire world electrified each and every one of Vendril's limbs in a split second, a wailing cry erupting from his lips as his aggressively dilated colon struggled with the equine member's substantial girth. If the difference in the two males' anatomies hadn't been downright obvious from the very start, now it became painfully apparent - to at least one of the parties involved.

A wave of forced warmth swept over Vendril in a heartbeat, his bare body starting to sweat as he still tried to comprehend just how much of the equine cock had wound up inside his ass. He tried his best to breathe, groaning and panting at the hooves of his fated partner as the prompt rush of adrenaline gradually subdued and the sensation inside his lower half intensified to a whole new level.

But Vendril's panicked attempts to catch his breath were very much in vain, as his partner didn't have the willingness, nor patience to wait around for the elf to get used to his tremendous stallion dong, the amorous animal already seeking to take things further. The unicorn whinnied as he took a step forward with each of his hooves, promptly performing another thrust with his dark hips, the surroundings of the pond echoing with the ear-splitting scream of a male elf; a male elf who had just gotten another foot of horsecock stuffed inside his colon.

Vendril clawed at the dry moss blanket of the rock in desperation, his feet only barely touching the ground at this point, most of his lower half held up by the astounding tension of the colossal unicorn cock stuck in his bowels. The second wave of ass-splitting pain was moderately mellowed by the momentary bliss Vendril felt from his first-ever hands-free orgasm - something his many times of fantasizing about this moment hadn't been able to produce -, induced by the meaty medial ring of the turgid unicorn member slipping past his anus and violently caressing his prostate. Vendril spilled his seed with a hoarse moan, the sweet pleasure ravaging his genitals quickly overrun by the torment his elven ass was subjected to. It felt like the horned beast was out to split him in half with his cock, another influx of panic-sweat rushing to the surface of Vendril's pale skin as the mounting equine snorted triumphantly.

There were only a few inches of unicorn virility outside of the predominantly paralyzed elf, only the very hilt of the dark stallionhood yet to be swallowed by Vendril's poor sphincter. But it didn't remain that way for too long.

This time there was no scream - only a long, loud neigh - as the final thrust completely knocked the wind out of Vendril's lungs, nothing but a dry cough leaving his mouth as the restlessly pulsing studhammer of his mythical mate got punched all the way inside his hole. His entire being trembled as the big strong equine hips met with the fat of his behind, the force of the impact nudging him a good one and a half feet forward on the thick moss blanket of the ancient boulder, the swinging unicorn nuts delivering an equally fierce aftershock as they slammed against Vendril's elven buttocks like a pair of sledgehammers. The impact was so harsh a more delicate elf would have definitely risked having their pelvis broken by having such strong equine hips rammed against their rear.

Vendril was breathless. Every single inch of his lower half was hurting, the insides of his rear tingling like they were on fire, subjected to an unnatural and unhealthy amount of stretch, dilated to their very limits around their new feral master. He could feel his abdominal wall bulging out from the invading male shape, the tip of the penile monstrosity throbbing somewhere inside Vendril's chest with how deep the whole thing reached into his body. And even though being mounted by a beast so big and in such an animalistic fashion hurt, on some deeper level, below all the pain, Vendril felt profound contentment and bliss for completing his destiny. He was no longer a virgin. Quite possibly the furthest thing any living elf was from being a virgin, his colon stretched wide enough to rival the equine cunts of female draft horses with its diameter and stallion-milking capabilities.

The shuddering elf knew immediately that his hole and intestines had been ruined for the rest of his life, the full-length penetration by the big feral imprinting him as a cocksleeve for feral equines from this point on. He had been claimed and his body belonged to the creature on top of him. And yet Vendril felt weirdly happy about it. But whether he'd live to fulfill this new, slutty destiny of his was completely up to the fact if he could survive the actual mating that awaited him.

In any case, he was about to find out soon, as the august feral equine snorted and repositioned his rear hooves on the grass below, just as Vendril had seen the wild horse do on the meadow before it had started pounding its filly. The unicorn was about to fuck.

What took place next wasn't magical nor was it pretty. A big, feral animal mercilessly hammering his bigger-than-comfortable cock inside a way-too-small male elf, taking what he was promised with all the tact and courtesy expected of a rutting animal. It was painful, sweaty, loud, and unforgiving. A noble elf reduced to a mere farmyard filly at the hooves of a superior creature, forced to accept his new stallion's lust one gut-deforming thrust at a time. It was Vendril's destiny.

The mating of a unicorn as big as a draft horse was everything Vendril had dreaded it to be, his small body protesting the act in any way it could as the pain from being fucked in the ass by three whole feet of log-sized equine cock was near debilitating. Just the first two thrusts were able to wreck the natural shape of Vendril's rectum far beyond any chance of ever being repaired, the immense girth of the equine endowment immediately leaving its mark on the hole receiving it. It hurt so bad that Vendril thought he might black out, but somehow, the sweating, writhing elf managed to remain lucid underneath his big, dark lover who was just getting started with the mating.

Each of the next dozen or so thrusts of the anatomically mismatched, interspecies mating pushed out another scream or moan from Vendril's quivering lips, sweat streaming down the twisted features of his face as he attempted to accommodate the malehood of an animal close to three times his size inside his butt. The strong equine didn't show a single ounce of restraint or remorse in the heated rhythm he used to pound his heavy haunches against Vendril's poor behind, hammering the shapely elven hindquarters with the entire weight of his 2500-pound body, the ripples of the violent impact permeating to the very core of Vendril's frail, elven figure time after time after time.

The magnificent cock that Vendril had held in his hands, caressed, and kissed with awe and passion was now violating his insides to the highest degree, beating Vendril's elven intestines into its raw, animalistic shape one heavy, excruciating thump at a time. The whimpering elf could feel his abdomen being momentarily deformed with each and every thrust as if the gargantuan feral schlong was trying to seek away up his digestive system and impale him ass-to-mouth with how much force it punched his guts with. And as it did, Vendril was able to feel everything about the phallic monster splitting him in half. Every bump of each vein on the swollen shaft, the grotesque shape of the tip, the shiver-inducing diameter of the medial ring; his sphincter and colon remembered all of it, the shape of the equine anatomy seared into the very memory of Vendril's body itself, just like the intense walloping the boulder-like unicorn colt containers against his bare elf boy cheeks.

This was the mating of a unicorn. The mating of a beast.

The intelligent being Vendril had conversed with, and seduced was gone completely, the only thing left being a horny animal driven by his innermost urges, the loudest of them being his insatiable urge to mate, mate and breed. All the profound grace and magnificence the feral had before had vanished, the creature that was on top of Vendril right now very much just a rutting animal, nothing more, nothing less. The air around them carried the thick scent of a concupiscent feral and the sounds produced by the unicorn matched the passionate act of enthusiastic elf-mounting perfectly, loud neighs of pleasure and aggressive snorts of pure male lust echoing across the still surface of the pond as the big equine mated and mated hard with his elven cocksleeve.

Little by little, thrust by thrust, Vendril started getting somewhat used to being treated as a unicorn mare. It still felt vastly uncomfortable and blisteringly painful to take on the desires of a stallion as big as Terux, but it was much more manageable after the first minute or so of heated, fast-paced fucking. And in some odd way, Vendril started gaining an appreciation for the scene of a mating male unicorn, how the robust, muscular body heaved back and forth on top of him, how raw and possessive each and every move of the big feral was. There was something eerily beautiful and arousing about a creature as big and majestic as a unicorn being a complete slave to its desires, even if those desires happened to be the most carnal compulsions present in any male. It started feeling kind of good being taken by a feral.

But Terux didn't allow his mare to get too comfortable between his dark chest and the flat rock the couple used as the bed for their first night. The mating unicorn whinnied and picked up the pace considerably, to a degree that the elf being pummeled by each thrust of the equine loins didn't even think was possible from a creature so big. Vendril bit down on the soft layer of moss underneath his chin, trying his very best to hold onto the surface of the large boulder as the throbbing equine breeding pole sought to drag him back and forth at the inhuman rhythm the big animal was humping his lover with. Terux's unicorn nuts were spanking Vendril's ass with enough force to leave a mark, the tip of the humongous stallion dick reaching for entirely new depths inside the slender elf, Vendril being almost sure the glans of the feral cock would come up and greet his lips through his throat.

The only thing that stopped Vendril from passing out from the first full-force thrusts of the unicorn was the insane spike of adrenaline his brain used as a last resort to try and help his powerless body struggle off the invading object that was impaling him. Had the incredibly intense humping not knocked the wind out of Vendril's lungs at such consistency, he probably would have tried to beg Terux to stop or slow down as the limits of his elven body came as close to breaking as they could. Though even if he had been able to voice his despair, there was no guarantee that the lustful male would have even heard him since the unicorn clearly only had one thing in his mind at the moment: dumping a fat, creamy load of colts inside his new favorite filly.

Vendril's predicament of being pumped full of horsecock wasn't made any easier or less painful by the fact that his feral husband was constantly flaring his gargantuan member, stretching the very back of his male elf tunnel as Terux's tip gained a couple of extra inches in circumference every four seconds or so. It was also now that the panting, oxygen-deprived elf was starting to feel the gooey unicorn precum pooling up inside his abdomen, each thrust milking out more of the feral's thick pre-ejaculatory juices which lubricated the gut-pummeling process of elf-pounding. Vendril could almost hear it sloshing within the confines of his ruined elf-boy burrow, the already substantial liquid mass making him worried about how voluminous the actual ejaculation would be.

Despite the mythical four-hooves clearly being close to an attempted impregnation of a wombless elf, the mating seemed to go on forever, Vendril's loins reduced to elf-shaped jelly by the second minute of the full-speed feral mating. The onyx beast kept pummeling his ass with the ferocity of a wild animal as if attempting to pound out his very soul, all the while the copper-haired male with a mare-cunt-sized asshole screamed like a maiden in labor. And throughout it all, Vendril was able to feel the thick beam of stallion sex flaring and throbbing incessantly within his abused elf hole, slowly draining him of any strength to moan or scream, turning him into a passive semen extractor for the bigger male to use as he pleased. For some agonizing seconds in the middle of it, Vendril really thought he was going to die from being fucked so hard and so deep and for so long.

But it appeared that the Goddess had other plans for her delicate elf, as just as he was about to slip out of consciousness, Vendril was woken up by a booming neigh that echoed throughout the entire forest. Before Terux was even finished with his climactic vocalization Vendril felt a wave of warm feral jizz slamming into the wall of his rectal tract, the potent goo of liquid colts rushing to fill each conceivable cubic inch of free space within the elf's guts.

The previously slender elf abdomen quickly swelled up to nearly gravid proportions, the confused unicorn sperm having no way of squeezing towards the rear exit of Venrdil's body as the flared glans of their dad sealed the path shut, leaving the liquid mass no choice but to inflate its current accommodation in the upper parts of Vendril's gastric tract. Vendril just barely had enough energy to whimper as he felt the great volume of feral seed claiming territory inside his lower body, the unnatural sensation of warmth within his lower half making him feel strangely at ease now that the breeding had reached its conclusion.

The satisfied, grunting unicorn filled Vendril up to the very brink, the bulging elf able to smell the potent, ripe stench of the unicorn cum in his nostrils from inside his abdomen, the intoxicating aroma of it almost causing him to doze off. Vendril had no idea how long, or exactly how much Terux came inside him, his body, mind, and soul all so very tired from being mated, bred by the king of all equines in Vyendrel, just the fact that his loins were able to rest from all the pounding being enough for him to feel content underneath the eloquent stallion.

The strange couple brought together by destiny basked in the serene afterglow of their carnal act, the unicorn whinnying quietly as he appeared to gradually regain his sensible mind from the thrashing ocean of his desires.

"...May your Goddess forgive me..." The familiar, pleasant voice of the feral seemed to echo from somewhere far away as Terux backed away a few careful steps, the tip of his stallionhood lurching backward in the fatigued grasp of Vendril's colon.

Vendril wanted to moan but didn't have the strength to, as the dominant male carefully dismounted him, pulling out his still erect horsecock a few inches at a time, seemingly listening for any signs of life from his unnaturally limp elf partner. Vendril could feel the frothing flood of equine ejaculate following the tip of the unicorn dick, the sensation of the pressure inside his abdomen easing feeling beyond divine for the elf who looked like he was a good halfway into his pregnancy.

There was a loud, satisfying 'splorch' sound when the wide cockhead of the equine fuckstick popped out of Vendril's anus, a hefty waterfall of equine sperm bursting out of the gaping rear entrance to the male elf with enough force to force a weak moan out of Vendril's throat. Vendril fell limp on top of the rock, a generous river of unicorn cum running down his right thigh as the rays of the sun were once again allowed to warm up his skin, the ethereal scenery of the forest pond now crowned by a thoroughly fucked and creampied elf, the culprit responsible for the display standing closeby on the grass with his horned head held high. The area around Vendril's sphincter felt exposed and breezy, the crater of his ass as big as a burrow for a forest rabbit, looking exactly like one would expect an elven ass to look after it had been raw-dogged by a draft-sized unicorn stud.

"Look at that! Your Goddess has smiled upon you today... Vendril, wasn't that your name?" Terux's voice was filled with relief but spiced with a hint of pride. "If only all elves were as durable as you... I'd be breeding you lot like there was no tomorrow." This time the equine's tone was much more lighthearted.

"It's been such a long time since I've last felt that good... Good enough to lose my reason. I had almost forgotten how incredibly satisfying it is to lay with one of you long-ears..." The shadow-maned feral spoke as he slowly walked into Vendril's view, the intimidating elf-splitter hanging half limp below his belly, still not showing any signs of retreating back inside its sheath. "I hope you can forgive me for showing you such an unsightly side of myself." The intelligent feral leaned his upper body towards the grass and curled up one of his forelegs for what Vendril interpreted as a bow. "The chance to mate doesn't come often for us unicorns, so I hope you don't think ill of me for taking advantage of one." The unicorn stood back up and flashed an uncharacteristically cheeky smile to Vendril's face. "...And you were kind of asking for it... Hope that taught you not to tease a ruttish stallion with such an alluring body."

Vendril was able to draw a careful smile onto his lips but still lacked the mental and physical capacity to speak.

"That said... I wouldn't mind you keeping you around a bit longer." The shadowy steed allowed his gaze to wander along the effeminate curves of Vendril's body. "You did say that you would be mine for the rest of your life, didn't you?" Terux walked closer and craned his neck to get a look at the drooling chasm that was Vendril's rear end. "You're ruined for anyone besides a feral stallion anyway..."

"But since you can handle me... It would be nice to have such a delectable mare to quench my desires with from time to time. You have no idea how much cum these colts can produce in a single day - well, I guess you kind of do - although that was a bit more than a day's worth of my spunk." The feral stallion chuckled and gently blew air into Vendril's slightly messy burnished hair. "...I'm glad I claimed you..."

His consciousness flickering like the flame of a candle in a storm, Vendril was finally able to form words with his mouth. "F-From now on, I'm yours... Please take care of me..."

The unicorn snorted with conviction. "I will. Praise to your Goddess for giving me such a wonderful, breedable gift..."

There was a calm moment of silence around the pond, the tranquility of the surrounding nature enticing Vendril to close his eyes.

"You can go ahead and sleep if you feel like it. I imagine all that fucking must have tired you out. I'll watch over you... Only a few creatures are stupid or reckless enough to come between a male unicorn and his mare."

Terux's velvety pronunciation of the word "mare" echoing in his ears, Vendril finally allowed himself to slip into the sweet, welcoming embrace of unconsciousness, the dreams he dreamt on top of the mossy rock next to the glimmering forest pond filled with visions of his future as the unicorn's bride and the life they would have together. They were lewd, but happy dreams.