Just For Tonight
#14 of Old Stories
:: For once it's not rape or impregnation! A story dedicated to a friend of mine abou...
:: For once it's not rape or impregnation! A story dedicated to a friend of mine about a pair of dark equines that find passion within each others arms. Just something I played around with tonight. Daxan is property of his owner and Kalan is of course mine. ;) ::
Kalan leaned back against the edge of the bar with a flick of her dark tapered ears, the mare's leonine tail curled lightly around one of her ankles as she let her eyes slide through the dim lighting. The harsh scents of smoke and liquor stung her nose, but after a while they had blended into the background, along with the noise of the other furs chattering, laughing, ordering drinks and generally erupting in loud bouts of noise that stung her ears. All these bars were the same, loud, nondescript, the same liquor, the same music and the same kinds of customers.
She ran her hands back and smoothed them through the dark spill of her mane, tucking the long ends behind her ears before reaching down and snagging her glass from the bar. The rum was so dark it was black, the sweet scent of the spices pricked her nostrils and sent a shiver down along her spine in anticipation of that first sip. At least the Danube had decent rum, she'd gone a few places that had lacked even that and she'd had to make do with some bottle that tasted as if someone had emptied their spice cabinet into a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
Still it was an escape, a place she could get away from things, a place to have a drink and not deal with the daily work in her life. Kalan made no bones about what she was and who she was, her services were paid for dearly in any city. Sometimes she would accept, sometimes refuse, but each time she came to a new town she had a list of potential clients. She could make their dreams come true, their nightmares, their secret desires. All of them were held in her hand as she worked her magic, revenge or treat, it mattered not to her why they hired her, only that they could pay well. One of the few people in the world who could offer to transform people into something or someone else, for a day or an evening , or even forever. It was a punishment or reward when offered through her hands. Sometimes it was ecstasy and at others bone deep pain that left their poor soul crushed and trembling.
She knew that there were more than a few unicorns about still, even a town of them somewhere out east, but they were what people believed they should be. Snowy white and glistening like ice, calm gentle eyes, and spiraling silver horns. Confections of creatures, spun sugar and whipped egg whites, dreams and slender bodies that made more than one young fur sigh with longing. Notoriously shy of cities, they were one of the rarer creatures found on this land. Even more rare then the old dragons holed up in their towers and homes letting the world pass by. But the unicorns were far more favored, in song, poetry, music. It was sickening.
"Hypocrites." She spat out under her breath.
She pulled back another drink from her rum to take the bitter taste out of her mouth. The mare looked almost like a unicorn. A few of the bar patrons had even glanced her way likely wondering if she was one. The long leonine tail, the cloven hooves, and her graceful tall body shouted of every picture anyone had ever seen of a unicorn. Well, save perhaps for a few small differences.
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Daxan was well into his third beer, his body ached from a long day of travel and was still figuring his way around this god forsaken place. What sort of city had decided position itself as high as it could get in the mountains? He'd never seen a place that had been less enjoyable to the eye and the demonic stallion had been to a few places that had made hell seem appealing. Still, the souls in this place showed some promise, hell in this bar alone he could see at least half a dozen men who should have been home with their wives.
He was a demon, from ears to hoof, he was a creature that walked amidst the mortals and coaxed them off the path that they should have followed. Luring them with wild promises and purring hopes into lives of sin and depravity, where he went a trail of the lost followed behind him. Murder, thievery, rape, lust, they were all well loved and well used by the demon. The souls he had sent to his Master had often reached numbers even he himself found staggering. This modern age, it was a place where his kind danced and adored.
Even as he watched the bar he could spy ones that deserved his special attention. An old battered goat that was staring at his beer, remembering the man he'd killed decades ago in a war he hadn't understood. So easy to nudge him and say the right words to lead him home to hang himself for his guilt. The woman who had had a few too many drinks after a fight with her husband and was considering a strong looking wolf that was showing off at the pool table. The youngster that sat at the bar playing with his knife, his eyes hungrily darting to every female weighing his options on which one would leave with him so he could use them.
Daxan paused at that last, he could do alright, it was always easiest to get the young to do something stupid and there was the added bonus he might be able to watch. He wet his lips at that idea, it'd been a long road between this town and the last and in the last he hadn't even had the option of watching his careful plans and suggestions coming to fruition. He let his eyes move from the likely bull to the horse that sat a few seats down and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Even from half way across the bar, something wasn't right with the equine. He could see the mane and long tail, but he began to take in the rest of her. The mare's lower body was wrapped in skin tight black leather pants that seemed painted on, they accented the spread of her hips and made him linger right on the curve of her ass. He wouldn't lie to himself, he loved the sight of a feminine curved ass especially one with enough curve on it that it made him want to grip it in his hands. He almost missed the fact there was no long tail, nor a donkey tail, instead there was a nearly five foot long leonine tail that ended in a dark black tuft.
"The hell.." He muttered to himself, the tufted tip curled upwards before it dropped down again out of sight.
He leaned forward to look her form more appraisingly, his gaze jerked lower down to see the hooves that were hooked against the stool. Cloven like a deer's and even from a distance he could see the tufts of fur crowning about each one and his brow raised a bit higher. He'd seen unicorns a time or two and found little interest in their species, for the most part they scented him and bolted. He knew what they looked like, and there was one thing he knew intimately there were no black unicorns. Intrigued despite himself he pulled his seat back and snagged up his beer, having to twist and turn through the crowd to move closer to the mare.
Another shock hit him when she turned her head to look at something, her face, while finely formed and dainty as he might have expected, was definitely not a unicorns. Her eyes flamed a blood red even from a distance and where a horn stood he could make out a scarred patch between her eyes. Yet that wasn't what took him aback, it was the force of personality, the force that made a few men glance up and move faster past the bar. If he wasn't mistaken he could see a glimmer of amusement in her eyes, a quirk of her lips of a smile.
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Kalan watched the room and ignored most of the people that kept shooting glances towards her, she'd long ago learned how to seem oblivious to her effect on people. Yet a few almost got her to snort in amusement and chuckle, the way they froze at the sight of her eyes locked on them like deer in the head lights. The tension and widened eyes before her gaze slipped away and she could watch from the corner of her eye as they stumbled off back to their seats. It was almost enough to keep her amused, distracted to say the very least.
"A lady such as yourself shouldn't be mocking the drunks." A voice came just a foot from her ear, a right deep voice that held a taunting edge of mockery and challenge in it. "Or are you simply enjoying the sights of the bar?"
The mare turned about with a snap of her tail, her ears flicked back against the silken spill of her mane while her head angled up instinctively. She found herself barely a foot away from a set of dark emerald eyes, the face as dark as the midnight sky parted by a splash of white in the center of his forehead. Her nostrils flared open, able to taste the thick musk of stallion on the air like some exotic perfume that was mixed liberally with the scent of dark beer and something sharper like sulfur. A smile curled the edges of his muzzle as he kept that mild expression on his face.
"A lady.." She murmured and then let out a laugh, it spilled from her lips like a rich purr, "There's no mockery here, only an appreciation of the knowledge that bars never change nor the people that frequent them."
"They change sometimes." The stallion raised his head and she noticed with some approval his mane was a thick red color that faded towards paler shades almost like flames. His body was wrapped in a leather harness that wrapped over his chest and the straps joined together by a dark metallic ring at the center. The mare nearly spotted what he was wearing for pants when he took a step forward and almost brought his muzzle closer to her, "The sinners always come here to play, to drink their woes away or drink enough to think up new and inventive sins. But where the sinner's play, that is where the demons and devils come to drink, isn't it?"
"Demons and devils, hmm?" The mare's neck curved slightly and felt the line of heat against her body, the potential in his powerful form and almost she could imagine those emerald eyes like green flames. "And what am I? And what are you? Are we the sinners to drink our sorrows away or are we here to tempt the wandering souls further off the path?"
She felt her heart beating slightly faster when faced with the male, the scent of him and the sight of him sent a thrill through her. He wasn't mewling or cringing, he didn't attempt to get her to punish him for his words. He stood in front of her with a silent challenge in his stance, not a hint of submission. Her tail curled against her hooves as she tilted her head to one side to regard him out of one crimson eye.
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"Both." He rumbled.
Daxan let himself imagine what she'd look like with her clothing pulled off, his mind flaring to life with imagery on what a lover she'd be. She didn't back away, she met his challenge with his own forcing him to recognize her as at least an equal. Every inch of her carved like obsidian, a unicorn burned away from their purities and gentle nature, not even a horn to remind her of it. He could taste her scent like an exotic spice upon his tongue, dark spiced rum, some scented oil and beneath that it was the sharp tang of a female.
Light as a feather he brushed her thoughts, just skimming over them as he had many of the barns patrons and gave a rough snort that almost curled smoke from his nostrils. Lust rushed through his body until he felt his pants tighten and a primal desire formed inside of him. Pure animalistic want to possess her- No not possess, he didn't want to possess her. Nor capture her. He would take her, and she would take him. Her mind scalded him with her imagery, her teeth against his neck, her nails raking down his back. The feel of his muscled body crushed against her and feeling the sharp stab of heat inside of the mare's body.
"Fuck this." He let the vulgar word roll from his tongue and flashed a grin, "They have a private room here."
The demon turned on his heels, watching as those dark red eyes widened and then hooded with approval. That's all that he needed to see, she's follow and he'd find out if what he'd brushed in her mind would be eclipsed by what they'd do together. Or she wouldn't. If she didn't, he'd still have her. It was little work to pin an unwilling victim down, but over time it had lost it's appeal to him. They all squealed the same, sobbed and beaten against him for their freedom. Their writhing bodies blended together into a sameness that left kept him in a state of want. He didn't want romance, he didn't want to rape, he wanted fire to erupt inside of him. He passed through the back room, he paused only to bend the mind of the bartender who opened his mouth to tell him to stop. The old hound closed his jaws and went back to scrubbing out a glass. She's follow...
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Kalan watched in amusement at the stallion jerked away, he didn't even bother to ask her name or any of the small talk that was so common here. Perhaps that was her appeal, that and as she watched him walk away she saw the potential of that body. Muscular, heavy, his neck thick and arched and his red mane and tail looked like fire. She stopped to glance at her glass before setting it aside, if the stallion wanted to play, she'd give him a game. She wet her lips in anticipation, she rarely lost games to any male. Though a part of her half believed she might not mind losing to this one.
She entered the back room almost silently; the room dark and still and she could smell the old scents of sex and sweat on the air. The door shut behind her with a whisper of sound and before she could open her lips to say anything a weight shoved against her body and slammed her up against the door. Light erupted in the darkness as fire spilled out of the stallion's mane, the living rippling flames twisted and coiled up over his blackened body as a set of fiery green eyes stared into her own. His hands gripped against her hips in a bruising clench as his muzzle hovered near his own and his voice was rough.
"I don't care what your name is, you don't need to know mine." He growled out, the fingers clenched against her body as if ready for her to struggle or bolt. "Show me what you want, mare."
Kalan flashed her white teeth and snapped them towards the stallion, her body reacting to his touch and after a moment she let out a laugh. The sound erupting from her throat before she dropped her head and gave the stallion a sinner's smile, predator to predator their eyes locked together before she snapped her head out grazed her teeth against his shoulder. Harshly raising welts against his neck as her body felt the sudden crush of his hardened form against her own, the leather of his pants and the bulge there hit up against the crux of his legs bruisingly hard upon her covered mons.
Her own hands pulled up to hook around his harness, fingers dug underneath of it before she gave a sudden jerk to free it of the iron buckle. Her head tilted to the side as the stallion didn't nibble or nuzzle her neck, he grabbed it in sharp teeth until she felt her flesh part and drops of blood welled out of the twin openings as he dug into her flesh. She hissed out a sound of pleasure as she jerked the body harness off his chest and threw it to the side. Her nails curled against his back and raking downwards, the air grew thick with the harsh scents of aroused equines. Sharp enough that she almost curled her upper lip back to suck them in. He was a demonic creature of desire and demand, the flames cast off heat that pulsed against her upper body, yet she didn't question it. She didn't care, she wanted to wrap herself up in him and take him for everything he was worth.
Daxan tasted the coppery sweet taste of blood on his tongue, the erotic spill that rolled down his throat as he worked his hands up upon the tainted unicorn and balled up the silk of her shirt. His fingers dug down and suddenly ripped it with a wet splitting sound that sounded like tearing flesh, to free the swell of the dark breasts against his chest. His sheath had peeled back in his pants, his cock pushed out and confined by the leather to the point of pain but he just bucked up against her. Her body jerked back until he could release her throat and slather her breasts with his tongue. The wetness traced up towards the heat of her neck while fingers gripped against his back and the nails raked their way down towards the curve of his ass.
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Kalan twisted her body and arched herself up against him, her teeth sliding against his neck before she felt his hands gripping down lower against the edge of her leather pants. The demonic stallions head pulled back to stare at her through eyes of green fire before he gave a yank that made the material bite against her skin to the point of pain before it gave. The seam ripped slowly, but perhaps too slowly for the stallion as he pulled her back from the wall and his hands shoved her down. She didn't go down quietly, she hooked her fingers against Daxan's waist and pulled him with her with a snarl and a hiss into one of his ears.
She felt him yank the pants downwards and force them just along her knees before he let out a laugh that was as full of sin as the act they were committing. The fallen unicorn looked at him from over the swell of her breasts while his hand curled up to cup against her dark mound and let his fingers push between the folds. Her entire body arched up from that simple touch, the scent of her a musk that flooded the air. It wasn't heat that made her body react, but pure desire to feel herself in the arms of an equal. She moved up to grip against the waist of his pants and gave it a sudden pull at the button to see the glans pushing its way out, trapped only by the tight material.
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Daxan's nostrils flared at her scent, sweet and warm enough that it hung in his nose and made him want to slam her against the ground and taste every inch of her. He pushed his finger into her body as the mare arched her hip up with a short squeal of pleasure, working past the tightness of her body to feel the wetness coating over his digit. He made no move to stop her from pushing his pants apart and downwards to free his painful erection, his cock strained and then spilled out into the air. Dark as ebony with a thick crown that made it hang down level and Kalan's hands curled up to wrap around the tip and squeeze over it so that his hips gave a sudden buck forward.
He lifted his finger up and ran his tongue along the taste of her, sliding it between his lips with a groan as he sucked the last bit of wetness from his tip and rolled it on his tongue. The mares hands teased him until the first syrupy drop of precum bubbled out of his tip and she felt him spread it over him, rubbing back and forth over the sensitive nerves. The nightmare flexed the base of his cock sending the thick shaft slapping against his belly before he felt desire overwhelm all else. When was the last time he had someone he actually desired? Not just the rape of an helpless victim or tricking the unwary, but a female that wanted him as badly as he ached for him. He gripped her pants and pulled them down the rest of the way, tearing the edges as he tossed them aside and let out a deep baritone growl in his throat.
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Kalan watched him from hooded eyes; the flames of his mane seemed to throw the room into shadows. As if they were the only two creatures in existence, their own world. He felt like muscled velvet under her finger tips as she wrapped her hands around the hardened shaft of him and her breath started to come out faster. Short hisses of sound that came from between her lips. She wanted him. Every inch of him. Like nothing she had ever wanted in the world, she wanted to consume and be consumed.
When her pants were peeled off she let out a throaty laugh, the purr of a feline seemed to hover on the edges of the sound as she rolled over onto her knees. Her tail curled upwards to expose the dark sweep of her ass cheeks towards the nightmare and she arched her neck and cast a challenging look back at him. She didn't position herself for submission, but a challenge to his masculinity. Was he stallion enough to take her? Her hand slipped down between her lips to spread her outer folds to show the darker red of the inner lips, the glitter of her wetness on the them while she shifted her hips upwards.
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There on the floor of the bar, a door way away from the common bar flies and drunks something dark and decadent happened. Dirty in ways that only the devil might understand as a pair of creatures that had walked alone came together in rough passion. The stallion gripped the ropey tail in his hand and pushed over her body, his teeth latched against her neck making her let out a harsh scream as she shifted her hips up. The blunt glans sought and found the folds, grinding over them messily before his back arched and muscles rippled and drove himself into her. His ears held back as he heard the lewd wet noise and felt the walls clenching around him and pulling him deeper.
The mares tail twisted up to wrap around his waist like a serpent, the tufted tip brushed against his chest before he dropped his head to grab it in his teeth and pull it up like a bit. The gleaming form beneath him moved and bucked backwards as she forced himself backwards and he let out a groan of pleasure before slamming forward again. His thick cock tip squeezed inside that passage until it was almost too much and he muffled his groan as he dropped his hands down on either side of her curved hips and buried his fingers into the plush curves.
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Kalan screamed out a sound of pleasure as he drove into her, the thickness of him reached every part inside of her until her vision blurred and her hips bucked backwards. Her entire body moved beneath his weight as his chest pushed down over her and she tightened her tail around him to keep him close. His hips rocked forward with sharp slapping sounds when they came against her upturned ass, his balls hitting up against her inner thighs. Each movement he made seemed to tug and stroke inside of her as she turned her head and snapped her teeth out against his neck.
The movement was sharp as a snakes as her teeth clenched down until she sank into that warm flesh and drew blood, holding onto him as his body rocked above her. She could feel the heat of his precum spilling out in hot rushes only to be mixed with her own arousal and forced out of her. Her arms had to brace herself against the ground to stop from being knocked over while she listened to the low groan when she flexed her inner walls around him. The hot scent of raw sex on the air as his hands moved from her hips to grip against her breasts.
This was not the tender lover she had had in the past, not the faltering virgin or shaking submissive male. He gripped her breasts until they bruised, his nails making half moons against her fur until she knew that she was going to be marked in the morning. The scent of blood just spiced the air while she let out a moan of pleasure. Her tail twisted it's way along his chest and her eyes closed as she parted her legs a bit more and started to rock harder with him.
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Daxan heard no scream of pain, outraged cry of violation, instead the moan that spilled past the mare's lips struck him like a whip. It fueled him on and he clenched his fists against her breasts and used them to pull her back against him. Each pull back spilled her wetness from her passage to mark against his leathery dark balls before he buried himself back inside of her, the tip of him constantly leaking precum to add to the mess. The feel of her teeth against his neck only made him push into the touch as his own teeth moved down to hold her shoulder, the canines hooking beneath the skin.
He started to thrust faster and harder, building up his pace above her as he could feel her body growing slick with the sheen of sweat. The sweet musk of mare filled his lungs along his own harsher male musk as he took her. He knew it wasn't making love, it wasn't rape or violating her, he was fucking her for all he was worth and she was fucking him. Their passions matching each other as she bucked harder beneath him and her squeals and cries became faster while he let out low groans and lewd grunts from against her.
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The fallen unicorn savored each hit inside of her body, each thrust and rock of his form against her own. The tip of him rubbed and pulled inside of her, drooling out enough precum that she knew her inner legs were coated with mingled wetness. She was too worked up to stop herself, and she had no intention of denying herself the pleasure that she so wanted. Her belly started to tighten and her form shuddered before she hissed out against his neck, tasting his hot coppery blood on his tongue like an exotic spice.
"Cum, I want to feel you cum inside me." She snapped the words out swiftly before she felt herself tense up and then let out an equine scream of pleasure. Her hooves drawing up under her to force her ass higher in the air as his cock drove into her all the way until his balls ground up against her inner thighs. Her walls started to pulse and close down, the suckling motions that worked around him time and again as she felt the pleasure wash over her and run through her. Her body shuddered and pushed back harder against him, his tip started to blossom open wider and wider before he growled out against her ear and the flames danced along the edges of her form.
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The sound of the mares voice ordering him to cum struck a note in him, his back arched and he started to slam in faster and harder. His fingers leaving welts running along either side of her breasts, welts that soon had drops of blood forming against them from his hold and his head tossed back. He could feel his flames twisting and reacting to his state of mind as his ears pulled back against his head and bellowed out a cry of pleasure. The tightness of the passage clenching around his cock proved too much for him as he gave another sharp thrust forward and held there.
The vein that ran along the nightmare's cock bulged as he pushed up the thick cum, erupting out of his tip in a wash of seed that was far hotter then any mortal being should produce. It splattered out as he pressed his body over the gleaming ebony back and felt her teeth regain her hold against his neck as she muffled the sounds of her own pleasure. His sweat soaked chest pushed against her back as time and again great gouts of cum splattered into her, held tightly inside by his cock tip. He could feel her walls clutching around him, the pulses as she came not once but several times and seemed to try and pull all she could from him.
It wasn't until the moment had past leaving him light headed and panting did he realize that the tail had drifted down and coiled around his balls. Slid over them and twisted around them in a snake like grip, and they gave a pulse and rub just behind them that made him cry out and give another thrust forward. The sound lewd as the push forced out some of his thick pearly cum so that it dribbled down along her folds and streaked her inner thighs. He didn't want this night to end, he didn't' want to pull out and walk away. Not yet...
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Kalan let her upper body drop towards the ground, her breasts ached, her hips ached, her entire body felt sore and exhausted. She'd never cum like that, never given in to the point that she was near blinded with the pleasure of her partner. Even now she was shaking, her body sweaty and sleek from the fucking and she could feel the strange nightmare in the same state. She felt more then heard his sigh as he raised his body and gripped her ass tightly in one hand before pulling backwards.
The unicorn cried out as she felt the thick tip pulling from her, dragging out of her sensitive folds until it pulled free with a lewd popping noise and she felt the thick drool of his cum spilling from between her dark folds. It was over, it was done. She'd have to clean up and return to her clients, he'd have to return to his own business. She knew it wasn't forever, but it was over too quickly. The thoughts had just formed before the hands gripped and pulled her down, forcing her onto her back as that intoxicatingly deep voice rumbled.
"The sun has not risen yet," He murmured, the very promise sent a shudder through her as he pulled her hips upwards towards him twisted his own body.
Her lips brushed against the still flare tip of his cock, the thick cum still glazing over the very tip as it brushed her muzzle and she spread her lips to wrap around it and taste her own pleasure on her tongue mixed with his. Her hands moved up to clench against his spread hips a moment before his lips pushed down to drag his thick tongue in one languid stroke to gather up the mess he had made of her, his breath a hot rush between her thighs that made a shiver trail up her back.
The sun would come, it would shine again and the world would call them both back to a world neither wished to dwell in. The night of raw lust and passion with a kindred spirit would fade into mere memories. Yet just for tonight the two dark creatures embraced each other in a lust fueled dance of pleasure and desire, in the back of a common bar, in a mundane city. They found heaven and hell within each other's arms without ever knowing the other's name.
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