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To the delight of the two females, Orene's magic hadn't been wrong and both pairs of pointed ears caught the sound of water rushing over smooth stones before they caught the ribbon shimmering as it cut a meandering line through the grasslands. It was still spring but the days were getting warmer, and after a sunny morning with no shade to be found the two of them were eager both to wash and to cool down a little.

“You want a race?" Deryn asked playfully, quite a cocky challenge to issue to a unicorn.

Then again, of the two of them, the elven girl looked more like a runner, or possibly a dancer. Her body was willowy with firm curves and long, graceful limbs. Her supple skin hid her muscles but the way she carried herself and the effortless way in which she moved betrayed her vigor. Orene was a magnificent sight in her own right, but the mare knew that her curves were a little more generous, enough to make her aware of the way her flanks bounced whenever she trotted.

The challenge went unanswered and the two walked together to the water's edge, with Deryn resting a hand on the side of the unicorn's long alabaster neck. An innocent touch, or it would have been if not for Orene's condition. As it was, the warmth of the elven woman's palm was enough to make the horned mare swish her ropey tail, her tear-drop sex flashing behind her.

Her eye was drawn to the body of her companion and lover, noting the way journeying under the open sky had changed Deryn. The elven maidens living with her herd wore little in the way of clothing. What was the point when unicorn magic could keep them warm even in the middle of winter? Deryn's sole concession to modesty was the linen loincloth that hid her sex and some of her bouncy behind, her perky breasts riding high and uncovered on her chest.

In the forest, her skin had shone with the lustre of fresh, rich cream. But days spent under the sun rather than a woodland canopy had colored into warmer caramel tones, quite literally no less appetizing. As the elven woman removed her loincloth, Orene smiled at the flash of skin that had been shielded from both eyes and sunlight. Like all elves, Deryn didn't have a single hair below her neck and her thighs were slender enough to leave a gap at the top, leaving her pristine slit on display for the mare she'd taken for her lover. The sight was enough to make the unicorn's chest swell and her tail flick behind her. She liked to think it was due to the sheer beauty of the elven maiden standing beside her, but that wasn't the main reason.

Orene belonged to a bachelorette herd that had been cursed long ago. A young princess had ventured deep into the forest with her retinue, determined to lure a unicorn with her purity and have the magical bast lay its head in her lap with plenty of witnesses around. She had been a maiden, but that wasn't enough to call to one of Orene's kind. The girl was vain and cruel and had shown it when no unicorn showed up. Feeling snubbed and humiliated, she'd hired a warlock to cast a curse on Orene's foremothers, instilling in the mares an insatiable lust. The princess had felt that by their absence, the unicorns had insinuated that she was a wanton slut, so she struck back in like fashion. Neighboring elven clans had long since sent volunteers - young women who were willing to live among the unicorn mares and help them sate their needs.

She didn't like to think of herself and Deryn that way. She genuinely loved the elven girl, and by the way she was grinning and putting her nubile body on display, she knew Deryn felt the same. She just wished she could choose to make love to her, rather than being forced by her cursed impulses.

“Come on, I'll help you get cleaaaOooooooh Spirits!" Deryn squeaked out as she stepped into what must be quite a cool stream considering the way goose pimples broke out on her flawless skin. “No, don't bother. It caught me by surprise, but it's… HaaAahhhh… refreshing…" she insisted once she saw Orene's horn start to glow, cupping crystal clear water and splashing it on her chest. The mare didn't miss the way the young woman's nipples stiffened instantly, the rosy-brown areola wrinkling as they shrunk, pushing the nubs out on the perky breasts.

The unicorn envied the elven women for the way they wore their teats on their chests and the way it accentuated the feminine aspects of their figures. Her teats were sensitive and Deryn knew just how to play with them, but they were hidden between her flanks unless the mare rolled on her back.

Even though she knew cold water wouldn't help quell the heat building in her loins, Orene still walked into the stream with a spring in her step. In spite of a generously curved figure she was more graceful than any horse could hope to be, and the slick round stones of the stream bed posed no difficulty for her dainty cloven hooves. She bent her head down for a quick drink, and once her thirst was quenched the unicorn's horn rose as a soft glow spread along its length. A patch of water to her right rippled as a spray of droplets rose, a reverse rain that shot out in an arc and landed softly all over her white-furred body.

Deryn was already soaked but she joined the mare under the spray, working her hands along the unicorn's body to help rinse the dust of the road from fur, which she knew was a bit trickier to get clean than bare skin. There was nothing erotic about the elf-woman's touch, but such was the nature of Orene's curse that any gentle touch inflamed her passion. She knew her lover wouldn't fail to notice the way the milk-white flanks twitched, the heat of the mare's breath or the way the tufted tail hiked higher and higher as it swung in the air, scattering droplets across the rolling water. She could feel the cold, clean water cascade down her rump, and shivered as it ran along her winking sex. Deryn didn't miss the way the mare gasped, nor was she ignorant of what the gasp meant.

“I guess you're clean enough…" the elven maiden crooned, running her hand along the mare's neck and along her jaw as she stood in front of her, her bronze hair plastered to her head and shoulders, her glistening skin firmed up by the cold water. Orene nuzzled the elven woman's perky chest as Deryn thrust her bosom out against the mare's muzzle, shuddering at the feel of the unicorn's warm breath on skin still dripping cold water.

“I wish it didn't have to be like this…" she complained to the elven breasts.

“Don't beat yourself over it…" the young woman replied in a husky tone that made it clear she was not averse to helping the mare with her needs.

“I wish we could just play whenever we both wanted, not when I need it. When I need you to…" she murmured, but stopped when Deryn lifted her head up and silenced her with a kiss.

“It's a labor of love…" the elven woman whispered into a long white ear, and her tone as much as her words helped lift the weight off the unicorn's heart.

The elven women who volunteered to live with Orene's herd and help them with their magic-induced lusts do so willingly and usually both out of altruism and genuine sexual attraction. Both the elves and unicorns are bound by strong sisterly affection, but in some cases the bond goes a little deeper. Deryn and Orene were deeply in love and drew enough strength from their relationship that they volunteered to go on this sojourn. Rumors had reached the herd of a distant grove home to a powerful druid who might be able to lift the curse. It wasn't the first such rumor, and while others had failed the two females were willing to take any chance to free the mares of the compulsive lust that had plagued their bloodline for generations.

Orene was tempted to push her head down, to huff and nuzzle her way along Deryn's flat stomach and to stick her muzzle between the elf's shapely thighs, into that velvety flesh that the sun hadn't reached and that remained as milky white as her fur. To taste her lover and feast her ears on the uniquely musical noises of a young elven woman in the throes of orgasm. But Deryn moved along her side, knowing that her urges were hers to control while Orene was a slave to her cursed libido.

She knew for a fact that the young woman didn't mind, and more often than not the elf would achieve her own release while pushing the mare to a whinnying climax, but sometimes Orene resented the demands she had to make on her lover due to her compulsions. That unease wouldn't last long, not under the touch of a girl who'd mastered the art of bringing a unicorn mare to orgasm.

Even though neither of them had ever lain with a male, Orene's condition and the manner in which the elven girl helped ease it meant that neither of them were chaste. There was no mistaking the look the two females shared as that of lovers stirred to passion, and the way Deryn's hand trailed along the glistening white sides of the mare's body spoke of a comfortable familiarity as well as undisguised desire.

This was why the two traveled the back-roads and the wildernesses where they need not worry about being seen and heard while they express their love in a very real and physical way. Today their only audience would be the silvery fish zipping along the stream and the few herons preying on them. Neither fish nor fowl showed any interest in the pale unicorn trying not to pant as her elven lover moved down her body, hands trailing along her supple flanks and making the milky hide twitch at the brush of soft, warm skin. Orene flagged her tail up and planted her hindlegs just a little wider apart, forcing herself to be patient. Even without a horn, Deryn could work her own kind of magic back there, as long as the mare didn't rush her.

The willowy girl's breasts rose and fell as she took deep breaths, each one laced with her lover's scent. She knew Orene was a little self-conscious about it, since her curse meant that her sex was left winking and drooling more often than not, but to the elven woman the unicorn's musk was more tantalizing than any spice and headier than rosewater. An apt comparison, since the mare's tear-drop sex was a shade of pale-pink more suited to rose-petals than flesh.

She held her hands flat on Orene's rump, just admiring the sight of the mare as her four-legged lover winked at her, inviting her in the way a mare invites a stallion. In spite of her Curse, Orene never rushed her when she was back here, not wanting to reduce their lovemaking to a mere sating of a hexed instinct. But while her heart and mind could be patient, her body made demands in the way unique to equine females.

There was something both thrilling and endearing to the way Orene's cunny flashed, a sight her two-legged lover never got tired of. Like the unicorn herself, it was simply beautiful – the glistening flower opening briefly, teasing her with a glimpse of the most intimate parts of the mare as it flushed out some of her sweet-scented nectar. It was coquettish and provocative, an invitation somehow both subtle and brazen. Deryn's keen ears could even catch the sounds of it as the wet, supple flesh turned inside out for a second or two before she was once again staring at the pink teardrop. It was also deeply intimate – her lover showing her most delicate parts, every flash a silent plea for the elf to take what was being offered.

After feasting her eyes, Deryn gently let one hand slide down the unicorn's rump. No horse, no matter how pampered and how fine its pedigree could hope to match a unicorn's coat, and now that it was soaked in cold spring water it felt no coarser than silk or velvet. And yet it couldn't compare to the tactile delight of the mare's glistening sex. The elven girl let out a shuddering exhale as she felt the heat of her lover against her palm. The water trickling down their bodies was cool, but the sweet-smelling trickle released by Orene's winking cunny was hot, a promise of what awaited behind those flashing folds.

Deryn licked her lips and forced herself to be patient. Every now and again she needed to give the cursed mare a quick release just to ease her mind, but moments like these were to be savored. Here in this babbling brook, they would make love as if they had all the time in the world, taking in every sight, sound, touch, scent and taste of each other. She tore her gaze away from the mare's hindquarters and looked up to meet a single blue eye gazing back at her.

She held the unicorn's gaze and let touch guide her as she cupped the bottom equine cunny. The flesh was soft and supple with a weight to it that always thrilled the elven woman when she let the pale-pink teardrop rest in her hand. Her folds were soft but every few seconds they would part, pushing out the mare's honey as well as the hard hot nub normally hidden from sight.

It was the most precious gem in the world as far as Deryn was concerned, and as every wink pushed it against her palm she could imagine it - shaped almost like a heart and always glistening, so responsive to the most teasing of touches. Or licks or suckles. One time she'd brought Orene to a whinnying orgasm just by gently pinching her clit to keep it still and softly blowing on it.

Her hand was soon a mess, and the elf made good use of every drop the mare pushed out, running her palm up along the strip of bare pink skin. Orene's tail was already hiked, but the ropey appendage rose just a little higher as Deryn's drenched hand brushed against the plump pink ring usually hidden from sight. The girl's lip curled at the unicorn's sweet gasp as she toyed with her pucker, running a finger around the thick ring before letting it press into the center, dimpling but not penetrating. Yet.

The two knew each other's bodies intimately and there isn't a square inch on either of them where hands or tongues hadn't touched. But for now Deryn settled for just a teasing poke under the mare's tail. She liked to tease but wasn't cruel and knew that she had to give her four legged lover what her body needed.

Her hands came to rest on the alabaster flanks again and Orene knew what it meant. The mare pushed her rump out as her tail quivered as her elven lover leaned forward, resting her weight on the mare's hindquarters as she brought her face to the winking slit. Deryn moaned the moment her lips met the mare's winking folds, her eyes losing focus as she lost herself in the taste and fragrance of the mare's sex. As far as Deryn was concerned, Orene's marehood made honey taste like watery porridge, and she pushed her face in with a glutton's eagerness.

She kissed along the edges of the mare's sex, sucking on the supple folds hard enough to tug them a little before releasing them with a soft pop. She used her fingers to tease the plump bottom, pushing her tongue in and trailing it along the dripping cleft. When Orene did this to her, the mare's equine tongue could push deep enough to fill her as thoroughly as any elven male could hope to, and even though her licks couldn't reach as deep, she knew where to run her tongue to make the unicorn whinny.

The mare's cunny went from an occasional flirty wink to the near rhythmic flashing that unsubtly signaled her need, if not outright desperation. The mare's juices were soon smeared over the lower half of Deryn's face, running down her chin even as Orene's clit bumped against it. She moved a little lower and the next time the heart-shaped jewel flashed she brought her lips to it, a brief kiss that still had the white mare gasping as her hindlegs quivered.

She knew she could get the mare off this way, with just the dancing of her fingers and tongue across the sensitive spots of her supple sex. It was the way she did it when the two retired for the night – lazy lovemaking that would see them gently drift off with the elf cuddled up to her equine mate. But there was still hours left until nighttime, and Orene was in need of something more than just a loving touch.

With some reluctance she pried her mouth off the unicorn's heart-shaped nub, admiring the way her winking sex flushed the sweet mess dripping from her marehood with every flex. She closed her fist and pressed it against the flashing folds, smiling at the way Orene shuddered and pushed back just a little. She timed it right, and the next time the mare's flower winked open the elf pushed in, a smooth stroke that had her elbow deep in the whinnying mare.

“Hnaaaahhh! D-Deryn!" the mare almost whinnied, and the elf felt a shudder run along her body, ending in her loins and almost triggering an orgasm of her own.

She could feel the wet trickle running down her thigh as she savored the way Orene had cried out her name. If she were a stallion of Orene's own kind rather than an elven female, the unicorn winking around her arm wouldn't have shouted her name with any less passion. She twisted her forearm one way and then the other, savoring the feel of the mare's silken sex gripping her. With deliberate slowness, the elf opened her hand, spreading her fingers a little before feeling around, the long, graceful digits seeking and quickly finding the unicorn mare's most sensitive spots with the ease born of familiarity.

Her stroking of the velvety love-tunnel was coaxing some very sweet sounds from her equine lover, but the shifting of the cloven hooves and the lashing of the hiked tail told Deryn that her mare needed her to play the stallion for her. She fisted her hand and drew her arm out slowly, admiring the way it glistened as the winking folds clung to it. She stopped when it was only her fist that still rested in the mare, pausing briefly before punching back in.

She felt a thrill as the mare's slick sex gripped her, the first rough stroke very nearly setting Orene off. Her own lips were parted and her breathing so rapid that she was almost panting as she threw subtlety to the wind, thrusting in and out of the unicorn's cunny as quickly as she could. With her free hand she reached between the mare's shapely hindlegs, to the smooth, plush skin of her teats. The mare's honey had trickled down here and she smeared the sweet-smelling juices around on the pristine-pink flesh hidden from her eyes but not her fingers. It was almost hot to the touch, and pillow soft save for the two stiff nubs, big enough for a foal to latch on to and a mouthful for an elven girl.

The mare whinnied and Deryn was half-sure she'd heard her name in the blissful cry as the mare lifted her muzzle to the sky and came around the arm buried in her sex. Breathless and red-cheeked, Deryn pumped the furiously winking slit even as it tried to grip her, her chest rising as her own needs grew too strong to ignore. There was a gush of Orene's nectar once she pulled her arm out, her hand shaking as she found her own sex and plunged three drenched fingers in. They slick heat of her lover's honey slinging to her digits pushed her over, the elf's knees coming together as her thighs trapped her hand. Resting against the mare's rump she could feel the heat and sweet-scented steam rising off the unicorn mare's glistening flesh. The two waited there until they could once again hear the gurgling stream over their own heartbeats before continuing their journey.

*******

“Are you sure this is it? It smells a little… beastly…" Orene said, trying not to mention that it smelled very much like a male beast. As far as she was concerned, the risk was twofold – either a ravenous attacker, or a rapacious one.

“This isn't some wild animal's lair. Just look at it!" Deryn said, and the mare had to agree.

The jut of rock with its cave-mouth was solitary, deep in a lush forest and far from the mountains where such caverns were to be expected. Nor could someone with the predisposition have carried the stones here – deep into the heart of the woodland realm with nothing but narrow meandering game trails to follow. One of them had led the two females here, to a cavern that looked like it had been summoned up from the depths of the Earth itself. Powerful magic, but not beyond a venerable druid.

“Besides, druids are skin-changers. They're bound to have a bestial scent clinging to them, aren't they?"

“I suppose. Uhmmm, maybe you could go in and I'll wait for you out…" the mare began awkwardly, swishing her tail before the elf patted her flank.

“You'll do fine." Deryn insisted, knowing exactly what was bothering the mare.

“But spell casters' workshops are often cluttered. I'd hate to knock anything over before we've even…" she mumbled, looking at the ground until the she-elf lifted her chin and gave her a quick kiss.

“You're more graceful than you know. Just because you're a little big doesn't mean you'll wind up wrecking the place like the bull in the china shop."

“I suppose…" she said, and followed the elf in.

It was a true cavern, and Orene's fear of clutter wasn't unfounded. Strings ran this way and that, laden with bunches of drying herbs. Primitive but sturdy shelves made corridors in what would have been an open space, holding baskets full of desiccated roots and mushrooms, twinkling crystals and geodes, thick leather-bound tomes and heavy-looking scrolls. In spite of that, the avenues between the shelves lashed together from branches and strips of leather were broad enough for even a unicorn to move comfortably.

“Your friend is quite right…" came a deep, rumbling voice from somewhere in the labyrinth. “No fine china in this shop. And as for the bull…" the voice trailed off, as an ominous shadow was replaced by an ominous body.

Deryn and Orene almost bolted out the way they came, for as brave as the two females were, even hardened warriors tended to lose their courage when coming face to face with something like the tall form looming over them. The ceiling of the cavern was tall, and as they craned their necks up it became obvious to both Orene and Deryn why. The minotaur must have been eight feet from his hooves to his brow, and the two thick horns he was sporting only added to his height.

His stature was everything one would expect from the bull-men of legend – muscle piled on muscle and bound in the hide of an ox rather than the skin of a man. The creature stood on two thick legs strong enough not only to carry such a brute, but to pound the ground flat as he stampeded after anyone who tried to flee. The bovine behemoth was clad only in a buckskin loincloth, and nothing but a pair of powerful arms crossed over it hid the minotaur's massive chest and broad shoulders. He looked strong enough to carry Deryn under one arm and drag Orene along by her tail, but atop that mountain of muscle was a composed face and kind eyes undimmed by the lust said to rule the bull-men.

“A-Aleksos?" the unicorn asked, feeling her fear ebb as a smile split the blocky bovine muzzle.

“At your service…"

*******

“So, is there any hope?" Deryn asked, clutching a clay cup full of tea strong enough to mask the scent of a unicorn mare still clinging to her fingers.

After the introductions, they'd explained their predicament to the minotaur druid, and the bull had listened with sagely patience, taking in every detail. He'd tried a spell to lift the curse, but had warned the two not to get their hopes up. Aleksos had summoned up mighty energies, but the moment the spell's power seeped into the alabaster body of the unicorn now lying calmly beside her, it had only served to fan the flames that all too often swept over Orene's mind and spirit. Deryn worked fast to bring the mare some relief, and neither female had failed to notice the way the druid had looked at them. But in spite of his obvious arousal, the minotaur remained focused on the problem they'd brought before him.

“No hope of lifting the curse by magic, but there was little chance of that in the first place. The hex had been fashioned cunningly. It feeds on magical energy, and purging it with magic is like trying to douse a fire in oil. After all, if that was the way to lift it, Orene's ancestors would have done so long ago, for unicorns are magical creatures…" he finished, gesturing to the large cup floating up to meet Orene's lips. Normally the mare drank by dipping her muzzle into a dish or stream, but for propriety's sake she was levitating the cup to her lips and drinking her tea sip by sip. “But I think I could alter it…"

“Alter it how?" asked the alabaster mare.

“If Deryn consents, I believe I could warp the curse so that it lays over both of you…"

“No! I don't want her afflicted with…" the mare began, but both Deryn's hand on her neck and the one Aleksos had raised silenced her.

“I do not propose to subject her to the same malady affecting you. But it would let her shoulder the burden, and if split, the effect of the spell would be lessened - halved. You would still be under its sway – more easily aroused, and more given to the whims of passion, but it would be a desire, and not a desperate need."

“I'll do it. Orene, please let me help…" she said, stroking the side of the mare's neck. Orene still seemed to feel some unease about actually spreading her curse, but the idea did seem to make sense.

“There is one more matter to consider. I order to do this, I will have to draw Orene's hex forth. I will have to mate with her, with you…" he said, addressing the elven girl. “…being… involved. As much as you're able. I can safely mount a mare like Orene, but I'm not sure an elf could take me. I will neither ask for nor accept any payment for this, yet I know I might be asking much from you…"

“I… I agree to it. It will help Orene…" Deryn said, wondering if she'd successfully hidden just how much the idea of being 'involved' while Aleksos and Orene mate was exciting her. The minotaur might have been fooled, but she could tell from the tinkle in the mare's eye that she wasn't…

*******

“Be strong, love." Deryn husked into a long equine ear, the lips forming those words still glistening with the mess drooling from Orene's sex.

She hoped Aleksos would join them soon, but the horned druid was meditating in preparation for this ritual and she'd figured it was best the two of them stay out of his way, especially with the effect the minotaur's presence was having on the mare. The clearing he'd mentioned was easy to find, marked as it was by a ring of standing stones. The forest surrounding them had been the first to grow dark while dusk lingered in the meadow clear of heavy branches, but night fell even here.

The moon had risen, almost full and without a cloud to hide it a silvery light was shining bright enough for the two females to see. Orene's fur almost glowed, making the unicorn seem like an opal carving come to life. From Deryn, the light seemed to leach the color traveling under the sun had lent her skin, leaving the elf with a milky complexion of a deepwoods-dweller. Her chest and her right forearm were glistening, evidence of the effort she'd put into trying to quench the fire burning in the mare's loins.

Alek moved through the woods with an eerie grace, without branches sapping under his hooves or being snagged on the hulking minotaur's long horns. But as wise and composed as he was, he had the body of a bovine brute and the two were alerted to his approach by the heavy tread of the druid's steady stride. Past the clearing the woods were a black wall, the bright light kept at bay by thick foliage that even the sun could barely pierce. When Aleksos finally emerged into the clearing, the two females were left breathless at the sight of him.

The stark light of the moon bleached color from his tawny fur, drawing attention to the contours of the bull's powerful body. His hide was stretched taut over muscles that would put an ogre to shame – the powerful mass of a prize bull clinging to a body that stood tall on two trunk-like legs. He looked like carved stone more than a creature of flesh and blood, with every part of his body seeming as hard as the massive horns curving forward from his crown. All save one, and that one was growing harder with every beat of the bovine druid's heart. A horned stud in his absolute prime, a sight that had the two females' hearts quickening well before he approached.

Both of the females were facing the approaching male, but while Deryn had been left breathless and stock still, the mare beside her was nickering softly while her tufted tail swished behind her. The elven woman couldn't deny the effect the sight of a naked minotaur growing aroused with every step he took closer to them was having on her, and knew it would be much worse for the unicorn whose lust was spurred on by her affliction. Nor did the elf miss the way the bovine druid's nostrils were flaring. When they saw him his equine cock was spilling out of his sheath to sway between his muscular thighs with each step, but now the mottled shaft was rising in response to the sweet musk of an eager mare.

“I am sorry to make you wait, but I thought it best to make sure all was in readiness. Orene…" he said, the tone of his voice saying enough for the mare to understand. Dainty cloven hooves danced on the soft grass as the unicorn twirled like a dancer, turning her hindquarters and hiking her tail as her cunny flashed, drooling with every desperate wink.

“My seed will act as a conduit, allowing you to share the burden of the unicorn's curse. Due to my size, I will be mounting Orene but I will need to mark both of you for the ritual to work."

“All right, where should I… Oohh!" Deryn began but stopped when instead of replying Aleksos put his massive hands under her arms and lifted her as if she were a doll.

The elf was still marveling at the minotaur's strength when he lifted her on top of the mare, seating her on the unicorn's hindquarters rather than her back, with her facing the same way as Orene's winking sex. She let the surprisingly gentle bull lay her down until her back was resting on that of the alabaster mare, her legs falling open to reveal her own sex, slick and eager after bringing the unicorn to several messy orgasms just minutes earlier. The elf felt her heart skip a beat as Alek positioned himself, laying a hand on Orene's rump and using the other to guide his now fully erect cock. She knew it would be the mare under her receiving the bull's shaft, but from this angle it looked like the minotaur was preparing to breed her, a prospect both terrifying and exciting.

As he loomed above Deryn the sheer size of him sobered the elf's lusty thoughts. Orene stood a good fifteen feet at the withers, but after nudging her hindlegs apart just a little the towering bovine behemoth was tall enough for his crotch to be level with the unicorn's winking sex. She couldn't see the tip of his flared cock, but knew the exact moment that it touched against the mare's cunny. A whinny-like gasp was torn from the mare's muzzle as a tremor ran along her body, and laying back to back on her the elven maiden felt like she was the one trembling. But she wasn't the one feeling a minotaur's manhood push against her folds, nor would that enormous length be sheathing itself between a pair of smooth-skinned legs.

The elf was surprised that she felt no jealousy at the knowledge that Aleksos was about to breed her lover, or that the mare herself was so eager to accept another. Maybe it was the way the bull's eyes roamed across both the unicorn's body as well as her own – brazen and possessive. Maybe it was the fact that she too would be marked by this towering male's seed, or maybe helping Orene cum had gotten her too riled up. Either way, Deryn was certain that even without taking Alek's cock, maybe even without being touched.

“P-please… I need… I… I want…" Orene pleaded, barely able to catch enough breath to speak. Aleksos' reply was a bovine snort that left little doubt she was about to get what she was pleading for.

A part of Orene's mind winced at the whorish demands she'd made, but her condition had seemingly gotten worse since she'd met the minotaur now rubbing his flare against her winking slit. She loved Deryn with all her heart, and deeply enjoyed the very physical expression of their love. No one else, not the other elven maidens living with her kind or her herd-sisters could ever make her feel the way Deryn did with either touch or tongue.

But their druid was a minotaur, an epitome of masculine virility. The sight of him, the sound of his rumbling speech or heavy tread, the sharp musk of a rutting bull all pulled on some deep instinct in the mare's mind, an instinct perverted by the curse she and her sisters lived with. She didn't want him to make love to her as Deryn did, she wanted him to mount her and breed her, to take her as a feral mare in heat. She certainly didn't seem sentient, whinnying pitifully and trying in vain to push back against the firm grasp the bull had on her hindquarters. Her sex was flashing with every beat of her heart, bathing the flare in her honey and begging wordlessly.

The minotaur had timed his first thrust flawlessly, waiting for her marehood to open wide around his flared tip before bucking his hips and spearing in. The unicorn mare's eyes showed white as her muzzle fell open, a whinny frozen in her throat by the sudden penetration. The minotaur had looked big, every bit as intimidating as the legends suggested, but he felt bigger! Deryn could fit her arm in there and she had to go past her elbow to tickle the barrier to her equine lover's womb, but even them Orene had never felt her body strain around the intruding limb.

She was straining now, filled with something hard and hot and thick enough to pry her open, a sensation of fulness so close to discomfort that it overwhelmed what little control the mare was clinging to. The breath she'd been holding came out in urgent, wheezing gasp, her head lowering in submission as she came from nothing more than the sensation of Alek sheathing himself inside her. Her tunnel flexed and her slit flashed, flicking against the swollen testes now resting against the bottom of her stuffed sex.

She felt Alek's massive hands tighten, thick hoof-nailed fingers digging into her plush cheeks in response to the way she was gripping him. She was aware of Deryn's body lying on top of her, the warmth of the elven woman whose arousal she could smell even over the sweet miasma of her own climax or the intoxicating scent of a rutting minotaur. The bull didn't wait for her orgasm to taper out, her walls still trying to milk his cock even as it began to slide slowly out.

Orene's big ears caught the sound of the girthy rod slurping its way out of her body, the sticky mess trickling around the minotaur's manhood and down in a warm trail that ended at her pink teats. She could feel the ring of his flare scrape gently along the pulsing walls of her sex before it stopped, holding still for the span of a heartbeat before the rigid mass was once again driven in. She shuddered at the bovine snort that almost masked the squelch of Aleksos' cock filling her once again, her plump pink pucker winking along with her slit as she braced herself.

The minotaur was truly a gentle giant, and Orene thanked her lucky stars that this was so. If he'd been possessed of the rapacious mania common to his kin she was sure she would have been braying and pawing at the grassy ground under her. In spite of her size, she was grateful for the chance to get accustomed to his size, to the feel of that hot, thick shaft spreading her open before it pushed insistently against her cervix. The warmth of Deryn's body draped on top of hers was also a comfort, as were the uniquely musical sounds coming from the she-elf's lips.

Orene took a few deep breaths, shaking off her orgasm even as she felt the next one building. She spread her hindlegs just a little wider and braced her forelegs in preparation for serious thrusts. This didn't go unnoticed by the druid mating her, and the young bull began pushing into her with more force, building a steady rhythm that had the mare's tail twitching.

Deryn watched in awe from her seat, her legs wide open and with the minotaur looming over her as she reclined on her equine lover's back. It was only her fingers pumping at her bald slit, but from where she was it looked as if the thrusting minotaur was hunched over her and the sight was breathtaking. Even though Alek was obviously reigning himself in, she was surprised that Orene could take something like this without a sound of pain or protest.

The bovine male's arms were thick with muscle and every one was bulging as he held the unicorn's hindquarters in a firm grip. Even with the are braced, she was sure his thrusts would have pushed her over by now if he wasn't holding her rear securely as his hips moved faster and faster. The smacks of their two bodies meeting were wet and meaty, the familiar fragrance of the unicorn's arousal mingling with the new and exciting musk of a rutting minotaur. Rising to rest on one elbow, she could see the mottled length glistening when it withdrew, only to sink back in with a squelch and a squeal.

She could no longer tell when Orene was climaxing, and she wondered if the mare herself could. Tremors ran up and down the milk-white body as the most whorish noises imaginable emerged from the horned mare's dainty muzzle. Through it all Alek seemed tireless, like some kind of golem made of flesh and bone, his own arousal betrayed only by the flaring of his nostrils, an occasional snort and the way his eyes focused on the sight before him. She felt her heart skip whenever she saw his focus shift from where Orene's teardrop splayed around him, to where her own fingers sank and pumped into a slit that looked so tony compared to both him and the unicorn he was mating with.

Without even realizing it she was matching the thrusts of her fingers to the thrusts of the bull, pushing four digits in as her hips rose from Orene's rump to meet every thrust. It was stretching her, hurting a little but making it easier to imagine that she was the one at the minotaur's mercy. Deryn bit her lip as she realized that she wanted it - wanted to feel the thick flared cock that was churning in and out of her lover, wanted to feel those heavy hands grip her, those powerful arms lift her like he had minutes ago…

When Alek pulled out with a groan her breath caught in her throat and she wondered if the bull had read her depraved thoughts and took them as an invitation. One of those heavy hands gripped the shaft just behind the medial ring, stroking and squeezing as the heavy length dripped over the elven maiden's lower belly.

She remembered what he'd said, how his seed would be the conduit to this magical rite that would let her share Orene's burden. She pulled her hand from her sex, a string of her honey trailing briefly from her fingertip to her glistening flower before she laid the same hand on the minotaur's flare. The heat of him almost made her cum then and there, the brief brush with a powerful climax leaving her with her chest heaving and her mind reeling. It took some effort to drag the stallion-like cock down, but once she had the shaft resting against her mound the elven girl closed her thighs around it.

Alek snorted in seeming approval, thrusting his glistening length now trapped between the silky-smooth skin of Deryn's thighs and the glistening petals of her slick sex. She laid both hands on the flared tip, watching in awe as it responded by swelling and swelling until her hands could just barely cover it. It grew to the size of a trumpet, fitting in a way since it was heralding the bovine druid's orgasm.

When she felt the little tube in the center of his flare jut out against her palm she moved her hands, watching as Aleksos bellowed and his entire length swelled between her legs with the first stream of his seed. Such was the force of his climax that it not only reached her chin, but actually made a slapping noise as it splattered, hot against skin already glistening under a sheen of sweat.

Whimpering out loud, Deryn threw herself down on Orene and arched her own back as she came. Her cunny gushed against the cock swelling with each burst of bovine cum as Aleksos unloaded everything he was carrying in that big bulging sack. After the cool air of the night, his seed felt thrillingly hot as thick streaks shot out, the she-elf's hands moving down her body and smearing the bull's offering all over her supple flesh. One messy hand rose up and fingers dove into the panting female's open mouth, filling it with the taste of the male still cumming over her.

She was still writhing on Orene's back when Aleksos pulled his cock out, the whole length still as hard as it had been before his climax, and used his hand to guide the tip lower. Orene squealed as the still massive flare was pushed into her, and gasped when the bull resumed his rutting. Deryn realized then that this was why minotaurs were feared as the bane of women. It certainly wasn't their appearance which, while bestial, was the absolute epitome of the masculine form. It was this inhuman stamina that coupled with a complete lack of restraint or compassion that terrified. But tireless though he obviously was, there was nothing truly bestial in the way Alek was once again mating with the mare under her.

Having the flared shaft punch into her had set the mare off, and writhing on her back Deryn couldn't help but wonder if it was the magic or the feel of her first male that had her lover careening from one climax to the next. Either way, the sounds the mare was making were sweet music to her elven lover even though it wasn't her tongue or hand coaxing the noises from the snow-white muzzle. Deryn's hand instead slipped into her own sex, pushing in globs of the minotaur's still warm cum as the bull humped against the mare she was laying on.

And while the she-elf had to push the bovine seed into her it was obvious to Orene that she wouldn't need to bother. Her folds still stung from being forced to splay around the bull's flare, the mushroom-like tip she could feel dragging along the slick walls of her sex and punching against her womb. Alek's sack swung with every thrust, smacking nosily against her winking clit as a steady trickle left her sex every time he pushed in. The warm mess was running down and dripping from her teats, the rubbery nubs stiff and sticking out as the mare took a rutting a stallion would have been hard-pressed to give her.

Even though the druid didn't have a minotaur's temperament, he had the stamina, and it was getting harder and harder for Orene to stay upright. She wondered if he would stop if she lost consciousness, since those hands felt strong enough to keep her rump out, and the hips slamming into her seemed tireless. Her orgasms had blended together, leaving her mind reeling as base instincts took over. Obscene breathy noises were leaving her muzzle, desperate and feral. She was pleading for something with those noises, but she wasn't sure if she was begging the minotaur to stop or begging him not to.

Then with a shuddering gasp even those noises stopped. The bull's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her rump like a steel trap as the druid held her back, pushing his flare until she could feel the prod of his urethra as it jutted out against her cervix. Orene held her breath as the mass hilted in her swelled, expanding as the first gush of bovine semen traveled along every thick inch of the bull's cock. She felt the force of it as it burst against her cervix, immediately triggering her body's instinctive reaction to a male seeding her.

She knew that she could conceive with Aleksos, but it would take both time and magic as well as his seed, but her body didn't know it. She'd never been with a male but this was instinct, her equine sex clamping down to form a tight seal as muscles worked to draw the torrent of bovine cum into her womb. Warmth filled her, then a heat and then something she had no words for. A gasp from above told her that Deryn could feel it too, the flow of magic between the two of them, facilitated by the bovine druid's seed they were both carrying. It was done then, and with exhaustion and resignation the mare let her head hang down low, catching her breath and her thoughts as the deluge of the snorting bull's seed continued to flow into her.

*******

“Good morning…" said a sweet soft voice, recognizable even before Orene's eyes focused. Deryn's eyes were clear and sparking as she smiled at her, almost gloating since it was usually the mare who woke before she did. “Sleep well?"

“I… yes. H-how long?" the mare asked blearily slowly becoming aware of a dull and pleasant soreness between her legs.

“I think we're a couple hours shy of noon…" the elven woman said, naked and snuggled up next to the mare, the way they usually did for warmth. They were in Aleksos' home and it was comfortable enough, but the mare supposed some habits died hard.

“That long?" the unicorn asked in disbelief. She hadn't had such a restful night since she was a filly, her undeveloped body leaving the curse with no urges to fan into a blaze. “How about you? Are you… do you feel all right?"

“Very. I loved watching you just sleep peacefully. It worked, did it?" Deryn asked.

“Yes. I had dreams that were… well, influenced by recent events. But it was still restful." she said. Until tonight, such dreams would have woken her, leaving her with the choice of losing sleep or waking Deryn so she could help her. “But does that mean that you…"

“...slept just fine. I also had wonderful dreams, and I have an urge to make some of them a reality." She said, kneeling beside the mare and lifting her head up until their lips met.

“About what happened... What me and Aleksos did… I know why we did it but… I hope you don't feel hurt, having to watch me with another…" she said, trailing her muzzle down to the elven girl's chest. She loved every part of Deryn's body, but she particularly enjoyed the firm, perky breasts always on such display and within easy reach of an equine muzzle.

“No, I…mhhhhmmm… I know we just met him but I… I like him. He's kind, he's helping us and asking nothing in return, and…"

“...you liked the sight of it? Him and me? Him in me?" the mare asked impishly, drawing a giggle from Deryn as she snorted and a huff of warm equine breath made her nipples stiffen.

“Yes! And I had a great view. You made such sweet noises and he looked… mnnhhpf!" the elven woman mused, ending the sentence with a stifled moan as Orene lazily took one whole breast into her mouth and began to bathe it with her tongue. Deryn tasted as sweet as ever, but she could still taste a hint of the seed that Alek had bathed her lover in, helping the elf share her burden.

“Where is he anyway? We didn't kick him out of his home, did we?" the mare asked, releasing the elven tit only long enough to do so.

“No! This is his forest, he has work to do that doesn't involve us. But I spoke to him before he left and he offered us his hospitality. I don't think he gets the opportunity to entertain guests very often in this wilderness."

“Well he did feel a little… pent up last night. But do you really think that was why he wanted us to stay? There must be dryads around here… how do you think little acorns are made?" the mare asked gently nuzzling the elf's chest, letting her big rubbery lips pinch the stiff nipples.

“Is that how it works? I thought bees were involved… Mhhhh, it's almost a pity the spell took on the first try."

“You're sure it did?"

“Yes. Especially now, with your face in my bosom. It always felt nice… mnhhhh, very nice… but now just having you nuzzle and suckle…"

“You're close?" the mare asked, genuinely surprised. She knew Deryn enjoyed having her breasts played with as much as she enjoyed playing with the firm mounds, but the curse had always made her the more demanding one of the two.

“Nhhhh, very…"

“Then let me take you the rest of the way…" the mare said, giving the blushing elf a kiss. It was wonderfully novel for them. Orene could definitely feel herself getting aroused by the intimate play with her naked lover, but it was desire rather than desperation. It had always been Deryn who had to see to the unicorn's needs before a sated Orene could return the favor, and it gladdened the mare's heart that she could finally repay the elven maid's kindness.

Deryn broke the kiss and Orene watched her rise gracefully on her long legs, while the white mare herself remained laying with her legs folded neatly under her. She craned her long graceful neck as she looked up, nostrils flaring as Deryn spread her legs and bought a glistening slit within reach of the mare's muzzle.

She drew in her lover's scent before exhaling it in a gentle snort, smiling as the rush of warm air made the she-elf gasp. She didn't have Deryn's fingers, the long, graceful digits that could work such marvels on and in the equine slit even now winking behind her. But she did have lips nimble and strong enough to tear off blades of grass, and could put those to good use before she even let her tongue out of her muzzle.

She began by nuzzling gently, teasing the elf's bald slit the same way she had her nipples. She felt hands run through her mane and play at the base of her ears. Orene caught one of the elf's labia between her lips and those big ears swiveled to catch the sound she made as she very gently tugged it, opening her folds before letting it slip away and snap back. After only a few more pinches like this, Deryn's folds were too slick for the mare to grip.

Aleksos had been right when he warned the elf that her libido would increase, but Orene could tell that it wasn't the same as her own needs had been plaguing her until last night. Deryn wanted release, but she wasn't desperate for it, the hands merely toying with the mares head and not trying to push the muzzle in. She was shouldering some of the mare's burden, and Orene was determined to be as generous a lover as Deryn had been when she'd needed her.

When the mare's tongue slipped out to gather up the sweet dew from her flower, the elven woman's gasp was high and as sweet as a songbird's mating cry. The mare lapped away between those slender thighs a few times before pushing her tongue in. Deryn let some weight settle on the unicorn's muzzle as the length of muscle spread her open in a way more gentle and sublime than any male's shaft. The mare briefly imagined what it might feel for her lover if she were to take what she herself had last night, and the thought alone made her own sex wink wetly as her ropey tail lashed, stirring the air already heavy with the musk of the two mating females.

“Ohhh….Orene! Yes, right… there… deeper…" the elf moaned, gently closing her thighs around the mare's head as the unicorn licked deeper. “Mhhhh I love you… I love… the way you looked l-last night…" she moaned in the breathy voice of one surrendering their reason under the onslaught of arousal. Orene's ears perked, but her tongue never faltered, pushing deeper as if she could coax more words out of the elf with her licks alone.

“I wouldn't… if you want to… to have him a-aAaah!-gain, I… I just want to be there while you… while he's… to watch… to touch… to taste…"

“Would you let him?" the unicorn asked the whimpering elf's sex before pushing her tongue back in. It had been a vague question, but Deryn had understood just fine.

“Yes! Oh Gods, Orene! If I could…if I can… I… I want to feel what you felt. I want you there, I want you to see me, I want… I wa-want… O-Orene!" the elven woman said, fingers digging into the flowing white mane of her lover as she cried out the unicorn's name in the throes of ecstasy, her thighs quivering against the sides of the mare's head as she pulled her tongue out and just nuzzled the elf's slit as it trickled and squirted, much more demurely than her own.

Even as noisy and busy as the two were, they couldn't really fail to notice the heavy tread of their host as he approached. They could have separated and made some attempt at hiding what they'd been doing, but they didn't. What was the point, after the events of last night? Aleksos had rutted the white mare senseless, so thoroughly that Orene had barely managed the short walk from the standing stones back to the druid's cavern home. And while she hadn't taken his cock within her willowy body, Deryn had been laid out before the rutting bull, masturbating vigorously at first, and furiously after he'd covered her naked form in his cum, fingers working hard to push the sticky goo into her dripping sex. Besides, both of the females felt a little thrill at letting Aleksos see them like this, and his expression didn't disappoint.

His eyes roamed over the two as Orene craned her neck so that she could look at him while at the same time keeping her mouth against the elven sex still dripping against her lips. The dark brown eyes didn't fail to take note of the fact that Orene had just brought her elven lover to climax, while her own sex was winking in anticipation under a hiked tail. The unicorn mare had gone unattended while Deryn was still catching her breath after her climax, something the druid doubted had ever happened in their relationship.

“How are you two feeling?" the bull asked, aware that the gazes of the females were wandering across his body. The sight of them and the scent filling his home was making it impossible to hide the way his body was reacting, even if the minotaur wanted to try.

“It is like you said. I think… I think we can make this work…" Orene said. Bringing her lover to orgasm had stirred her passion, and the sight of the minotaur druid was inflaming it further, but now it was a desire she wished to pursue rather than a desperate need she needed to sate.

“We're each shouldering half the burden now. I do not feel any worse bearing my part of it, and it warms my heart to see Orene in control of her desires. We have you to thank for this…" the elven woman said, stroking the mare's mane before dismounting her muzzle, making no attempt to hide either her glistening sex or the firm young breasts rising and falling with each deep breath.

“We know you said you wouldn't accept payment for this, but would you accept our… gratitude?" the unicorn asked, winking as only a mare can. The bull smiled but gave no answer other than that, challenging the two to elaborate. Orene chose not to rise, and instead just threw her weight to the side until she was lying on her back on the soft moss that had served as her bed. She curled her forehooves against her chest and splayed her hindlegs. If the winking of her sex had been a subtle invitation to the bovine druid, the sight of her on her back, wet and waiting was a brazen one.

Deryn felt the slickness of her inner thighs as she walked towards the mare at the same time as the bull, laying her lithe body on top of the curvaceous unicorn. From down there she had the perfect view as Alek removed his loincloth, displaying a heavy equine cock quickly spilling out of its sheath. The dropping shaft didn't manage to hide the heavy sack swinging between the bull's legs, undiminished even after last night. It had taken ages for a drowsy Orene to lick her clean before they went to sleep, and in spite of the elf's best efforts the mare was still leaking the bull's seed the next morning. Yet the minotaur's pouch hung as full and heavy as it had before the wild rutting. Aleksos may have lacked the savage nature of his kin, but physically he was everything the legends warned of - a tireless rutting machine.

Deryn positioned herself so that her face was level with Orene's teats, the pert pink bumps that the mare felt were nothing special but that the elf loved to play with. She knew that the unicorn was a little envious of how prominent her own mounds were, sitting as they did high on her chest, but as far as Deryn was concerned the fact that her lover's teats were hidden between her hindlegs only made them more treasure-like.

She rested her head on the pink bumps, smiling as the thick nipples immediately stiffened against her skin. Alek got on his knees and the she-elf reached out, grasping his still tumescent cock and letting it rest on the expanse of smooth pink flesh that ran from the mare's sex to her breasts. She heard Orene gasp as the heat of the heavy length slapped down, looking past the perky elven rump staring her in the face to get a glimpse of the bull who'd claimed her last night and was about to take what she was offering him.

Deryn waste no time rubbing and squeezing the minotaur's cock and regretted doing such good job when moment later the snake-like length became as hard and unyielding as aged oak. She reached out and smiled as she felt Orene winking furiously against her palm. She wanted the bull, and it warmed her heart that even though she could feel the mare panting hotly against her rump, the mare wasn't reduced to babbling and pleading for the bull to take her. The half of her burden that the she-elf was shouldering made her a little hesitant to release Alek's cock, but as much as she wished she could play with it some more she was desperate to watch the bull fuck her lover once again.

As the minotaur drew his hips back she guided his tip, making sure it didn't fall too low and miss the mare's cunny entirely. Not that she was sure Orene would stop the bull from pushing in under her tail. She knew for a fact Orene loved having the plump pink ring hidden under her tail played with, but elven fingers were hardly sufficient preparation for the monster sticking out between the minotaur's thighs. She held the bull in place, and when Orene next winked Aleksos took the invitation and the opportunity.

“Hnnnnhhyaaahh!" the mare whinnied as her lover watched wide-eyed, her face inches away from where a hard bull was sinking into a soft mare.

Over a half in one stroke, with the medial rink kissing the supple lips of the unicorn's sex, her pussy still winking as if the male needed any more invitation. Deryn's hands gripped her lover's teats, squeezing and teasing on instinct as the mare shuddered under her. She bit her lip as she watched the bull slowly sink in the rest, moving his hands along the unicorn's legs until he was griping her by the fetlocks.

The she-elf leaned down and took one of Orene's teats past her lips, moaning around her mouthful as she swirled her tongue around the rubbery nub. Even though the mare insisted her teats were unremarkable, the elven girl knew just how sensitive they were and as her mouth and fingers worked the pale-pink flesh she was reminding Orene how fun her hidden breasts could be.

It didn't take the bull long to start pumping his hips, the needy but pained noises hinting to Deryn just how big he was. Orene was by no means small, but she looked frail and dainty laying on her back with a minotaur keeping her hindlegs splayed while his cock pistoned in and out of her winking sex. Deryn actually gasped when she saw it - a subtle bulge in the mare's abdomen when the bull drove in, a sign that even her equine lover's ample body was being pushed to its limits.

She felt the heat of the mare's breath against her soaked crotch before she felt the dainty white muzzle press against her folds. It wasn't like the masterful licking and teasing Orene had subjected her upon waking. The mare was struggling for breath as the bull breeding her picked up his pace and her ministrations were sloppy, but still more than Deryn needed. Watching her equine lover cum had always been a deep thrill for the elven girl, but now that some of Orene's hex was bound to her she found herself enraptured by the sight of Alek's girt pumping into the squealing mare's cunny, the taste of the unicorn's teat and the smell of a male mixing sublimely with the sweet feminine musk the two of them had filled the cavern with.

She wouldn't need Orene to do much back there. Just having the mare's nimble lips against her crotch, her muzzle spreading her cheeks, her ears hearing every moan and whinnying whimper while her bare flesh felt the heat of the mare's breath. She looked up, letting her gaze travel slowly along the powerful body of the humping bull, awed once again by the strength that Aleksos kept such a firm grip on.

Orene must love this. His size, his strength… she mused, knowing that the curvaceous unicorn had always felt a little ungainly compared to her willowy elven lover. Deryn knew it would thrill her to feel small, to feel powerless in the grip of a male so strong that she was no less dainty than Deryn herself. To say nothing of the size invading the mare's body. She had an even better view this time, good enough to see very glistening vein and ridge as the plunging rod churned a sweet-smelling mess from her lover.

She'd felt Orene shudder through several orgasms before her own threatened to sweep her up. She'd almost reached the point of no return when she saw the wall of muscle in front of her clench, knowing what was coming even before Aleksos' triumphant bellow. She heard Orene whimper and knew that the bull's flare was swelling, that magnificent length of hard flesh delivering a deluge of rich bovine seed deep into the unicorn writhing on her back with her legs held securely and wide apart.

She was pressing a pointed ear to the moaning mare's teats, actually listening to the gurgle of cum forcing its way into the unicorn's womb when a slick noise made her look up. The pop of a flared tip pulling free of Orene's winking sex was nothing less than obscene, and the size of it was almost frightening as it stared the breathless elf in the face.

Deryn reached out to cup the bobbing tip with trembling hands, cumming just as a rope of thick white cream struck her in the face. She closed her eyes and opened he mouth, her long pink tongue extended o catch as much of the minotaur's seed as she could. It was sublime - the heady musk of the virile bull, the warmth of the thick white goo running down her face and the taste of him. His flow eventually ebbed, and when Deryn wiped the cum from her eyelids and looked at the shaft she was holding she wasn't surprised to see the bull still hard. With trembling hands, she guided him back into the winking slit of the mare under her, burying her cum-drenched face in Orene's bosom as the bull's cock slid in deep…

*******

“W-wait! Stop, I… I'd like to…" Deryn panted out, leaning back against a willow as her legs trembled, spread as they were to make room for a mare's muzzle. Both Orene and the bull still sheathed inside her took one look at the blushing elf and knew what she meant.

“You're sure?" the unicorn asked, licking her muzzle clean. She'd climaxed several times and had a load of minotaur seed planted deep inside her, but Alek was still hard as teak and had been thrusting slowly into the mare's alabaster behind until the elven girl spoke up. Deryn bit her lip and nodded, shuddering a little when the minotaur druid pulled out of her lover.

It had been almost three weeks since Aleksos had accepted their invitation to follow them home and see if he could help other mares and their elven mates the way he helped the two of them. There was a new balance struck between Orene and Deryn, but both females still had high libidos and increased sexual appetites, and the company of a minotaurs stud proved a very welcome addition. Gentle as he was, Aleksos had his species legendary stamina, which was the only reason he could keep up with the two of them.

While Orene still savored what her elven lover could do with her fingers and her tongue, she'd gotten quite enamored with the bull's stallion-like endowment. She'd even confided in Deryn that she was considering actually letting the bull breed her, a difficult proposition given the difference in species, but not an insurmountable one for a magic creature such as a unicorn. And while Orene had mused about conceiving a little foal or calf, Deryn had expressed a desire of her own.

“I'm sure… I'm ready…" she husked, knowing that having Orene's thing equine tongue would be nothing like taking Aleksos stallion-like cock, but the mare's deep licking had loosened her up. Not to mention that after pumping the mare full, the horned druid's shaft would be slick from base to flare.

To drive the point home, the elven girl turned around, keeping her legs apart as she braced her hands against the tree trunk and arched her back. She couldn't see Aleksos pull out from this angle, but she heard the slurping sound the bull's cock made as it was tugged out of an equine cunny no doubt still trying to clench around it. She saw thick white goo gush out behind the mare, slinging to the grass as the unicorn danced aside.

Deryn drew in a shuddering breath at the sight of the heavy length, its mottled pattern almost hidden under a layer of pearly white. The flare had gone down, otherwise she doubted there was a chance it could be pushed past the lips of her sex. She'd never taken a male there, but she was used to Orene's thick equine tongue and recently she'd had the minotaur's thick hoof-nailed fingers pumping her slit. And while Alek might look as bestial as any minotaur, the druid had shown himself to be a gentle and caring lover in spite of his size.

A few steps was all it took for the bovine druid to loom above her, his powerful hands moving down her sides until they settled on the swell of the nubile elf's hips. Deryn arched her back as far as she could, thrusting her rear out as the minotaur guided his tip to her glistening folds. Her gasp was high and lilting as the blunt flesh touched her sex, smearing bovine seed against her own mess. Alek had one hand holding his tip in place while the other one moved to part the elf-s petals, the strong, blunt fingers digging into her labia as she was pried open by hand since her own cunny couldn't wink like Orene's.

She could feel the bull mashing his flare against her inner petals, smearing cum into her sex before he'd even slipped into her. Nothing compared to what he'd leave inside her if he managed to slide in. She'd felt the heat of his shaft before – either rubbing the mighty pillar with her breasts, or closing her thighs around it and saving the way it slid against her sex as Alek mock-mated her. But this would be different, she was seconds away from feeling the tip slide in, after which she would be at the bull's mercy.

The thought of it was making her impatient, and after a few seconds of feeling her push her rear back at him, Aleksos gave a small, sharp thrust and manage to plunge in. Deryn cried out as the flare slipped into her, stretching her like nothing ever had. It was on the cusp of pain, but the thrill of it made her desperate to feel more. She felt the minotaur's strong hands on her perky behind, holding her in place and wisely stopping her from pushing back onto him. She could only imagine what she looked like with the bull buried in her smooth pussy, the inches held by her sex throbbing against the vise-tight grip.

She felt something warm bump against her side and looked down to see Orene pushing her muzzle against her chest. The unicorn's tongue worked nimbly, toying with her lover's perky breasts and helping her relax. She could feel the muscles in her toned belly go from rigid to merely flexing, slower and slower as she got a grip on her breathing. She tried to imagine what she looked like with Aleksos' tip stuck in her, the same girthy cock that could stretch Orene's equine sex. His hands were big enough and strong enough to keep a horny mare in check, and now she could feel them kneading her perky ass, the blunt, hoof-nailed fingers applying serious pressure at just the right spots.

The young bull read her body right and started to slide in, slowly but deliberately. Deryn had been filled by her equine lover's tongue before, the same one now playing around with her breasts. But while thick and long, Orene's tongue was soft and followed the contours of her slick tunnel, while the minotaur's cock was rigid and unyielding. It was forcing her body to adapt, to stretch and mold itself around the invading flesh throbbing and squirting with every inch.

The elf's hand was trembling as she rested it against her belly, gasping in shock as she felt it. The flared tip was bulging out her normally trim belly as it traveled deeper, conquering her nubile body which had never been claimed by a male until now. Deryn bit her lip as she imagined what she'd feel when the bull flared, or how round he'd leave her once he filled her womb. She'd drank down his cum up until now, and a few time's she'd held his flare against her lips and thrilled as it gushed messily against her flower, but now she would be marked by the bull. Bred by this tireless rutting machine.

Inches sank into her with exquisite care, her slick sex fitting so snugly that she could feel every throbbing vein along its length. When the medial ring came to rest against her splayed folds she could feel it nudge against her clit and came when the ridge sank into her. Aleksos snorted as she began to pulse around him, but even the infinitely patient bull couldn't stop at this point. Deryn was just coming down from her high when she felt the flared tip press hard against her cervix. Alek must have felt it too, since the druid stopped with his erection bowing a little as he bottomed out in his lithe lover.

“Is it…?" Orene asked, and the best the she-elf could do was to nod. The mare gave her a brief kiss before moving in for a closer look. “Oh my stars, you nearly took the whole thing!" the unicorn gasped, giving the spot where elven labia spread around a minotaur shaft a quick lick.

“Are you ready?" the bull asked, and the rich rumble in his voice made it clear what was being asked.

“Y-yes…" Deryn panted.

“It's going to be hell on my knees if I try to take you like this…" he said, and Deryn could see that the massive bull was crouched down just so he could penetrate his smaller mate. “Do you mind if I try something?"

“A-anyhting…" the elf replied, lost to all sense by the throb of his cock inside her.

She felt the thick length inside her shift and didn't notice the bull moving until the hands that had been grasping her ass hooked under her knees. She knew that she weighed next to nothing to the burly druid, and was reminded of it when the bull lifted her up without so much as a grunt, standing up straight with part of her weight resting in his hands and the rest resting on the cock lodged inside Deryn. Her legs folded as the minotaur held them wide, the elven girl's vision blurring for a second before she managed to focus her eyes.

She could see Orene looking at her, the mare's ropey tail lashing in obvious excitement behind her. Deryn followed her eyes and gasped at the sight of her slit wrapped so tight around the bull's cock that she could barely make out her straining labia. Only the thick base of the druid's cock remained outside, and under it she could just make out his sack hanging heavy between his legs even though he'd emptied himself in the unicorn feasting her eyes on the two of them like this.

She was still looking down her nubile body when Alek began to lift her, making the she-elf moan as inch after thick inch of hard flesh left her sex, the emerging length glistening but polished clean of the bull's cum by the tight seal she had around him. Now that she was looking at it she could see her tummy go flat once again, the subtle bulge leaving her as the unsubtle girth of the minotaur's cock was revealed. The bovine behemoth lifted her high enough that she could feel the heat of his breath against her neck before he started to slowly lower her.

Before Deryn's eyes rolled she saw Orene's twinkle as the mare lowered her head, playing with Aleksos' testes the same way she'd only just played with the elf's breasts. She was far down enough for the bull's snort to blow into her hair, and to feel the rumble in his muscular chest as her back rested against it. She saw her nipples grow hard and jut out as the bull began to gently lower her up and down, his movements so smooth and effortless he might as well have been playing with a doll. Whenever she'd reach bottom Orene would move her muzzle a little higher, enough to tease the folds splayed around the invading girth and the tiny little pearl pressed tight against the veiny cock.

Sliding up and down the bull's length, she could see why females feared minotaurs. The only reason she was whimpering in pleasure and not screaming in pain was that Aleksos was a gentle giant. Even when he was mounting Orene she got the impression that he never truly rutted her as savagely as he could, even though the mare standing at fifteen hands had a body that could take much more than the nubile elf now impaled on the bull's rod.

She reached out with one hand and laid it on the side of the bull's neck, thrilled to feel the play of tense muscles under the taut hide. She watched her lips cling to Alek's cock when he pulled her up, only to dimple in when he lowered her again until his flare bottomed out inside her. She was almost mewling, an encouraging noise for the bull who started sliding her up and down after and faster. Orene was having fun to, taking the opportunity to lick up along the minotaur's spire every time he pulled his elven lover up, licking up both of their juices from the glistening length.

It was sweet torture, but the graceful tempo wasn't enough to make Deryn cum. By the time she started writhing in his grasp, even Alek seemed to pick up on this. He lowered her half-way down and held her still, his biceps bulging out like pumpkins on either side of the elf as he moved his hips and drew out. His thrust was slow, but it carried enough force to almost bounce her each time he bottomed out. His first few bucks were tentative, but when they failed to produce yelps or hisses of pain the bull holding her up started thrusting with more confidence.

The mess was helping, the hot trickle gushing from her training folds with every pump of the minotaur's hips. Orene was licking up as much as she could, her tongue working busily as it danced across both Alek's shaft and the elf's labia. She could no longer feel the bull's heartbeat in her, or the ridges of his glistening length. Now it was friction, the almost frightening way the thick spire filled her as it trust deep, claiming her body in a way no one ever had.

Deryn soon had to lean back against his chest and hold herself steady with one arm around the bull's neck as he began thrusting harder and harder, making her breasts bounce on her chest as she bounced up and down on his cock. Her feet were bouncing and Deryn could see her toes curl up, tremors running down her slightly bulging belly until she cried out, cumming around the minotaur's cock.

She heard Alek snort behind her as her already tight cunny clenched up around him, but the bull kept rutting away at the willowy elf in his hands. Deryn felt dizzy, her body yielding to the stress and going limp until she was in danger of falling off the minotaur's cock. Aleksos gathered up her legs and pushed his thick forearm under both her knees while the other arm wrapped around her chest. She moaned as the bull grasped her breast, enveloped in the hard heat of his body even as hard heat pumped inside her own.

Tireless after having cum once inside the unicorn licking them, the bull had fucked Deryn through several orgasms before she finally felt herself being stretched even further. As Aleksos flare mushroomed up she could feel the rim of the flare as it moved along her sex, the bull's thrusts growing shorter until he was just grinding himself against her cervix. Orene held her breath as the mammoth member swelled and cried out when the first jet of bovine seed surged into her.

The elf fought to remain conscious as the bull behind her grunted, his grip on her body firm as he emptied that big bulging sack of his into the elf's nubile body. His flare was so big that even after he filled her not a drop escape, and Deryn could feel herself bloating as the deluge of minotaur spunk forced its way into her womb. By the time he was done, the elf's body was glistening under a fine sheen of sweat, her breath slowly growing steady as the rod inside her began to soften.

She cooed as the bull's cock withdrew like some lazy snake, his flare still caught in her snug sex before he lifted her off and pulled it out with a pop. The elf felt herself gush before the swipe of an equine tongue made her gasp, as Orene eagerly cleaned the milky mess leaking from her freshly rutted sex. By the time she was done, the druid's cock was firming up again and the alabaster mare was presenting, so Alek just laid the elf down on the unicorn's back and prepared to mount. Truly awe inspiring stamina, and a good thing too considering the work Alek had waiting from him when they got back to the unicorns' grove…