Unicorn's Maiden Pt 2
#1 of Unicorn's Maiden
It had been nearly a year now, a full pass of the seasons. Shelly was showing now, the rounded swell of her belly brimming with the new life of the unicorn she was always with. Her body had become white, covered in a silken fur, an amazon with the brute strength to match, wiser now in the ways of the world. Toned and heavy legs, originally those of a young human girl, were now thick and strong enough to hold up an eager unicorn that loved the confines of her body to thrust into.
They had traveled on some lost instinct, having to stop frequently with the cramps her squirming young colts were giving. Days passed, finding them deep within the virgin forests which had been their providence to watch over now, through some similar urge.
Her calloused hand, thick and somewhat blunted, trailed through her love's mane. She whinnied sweet things in his ear, words lost to her long ago, basking in the glow of being with her unicorn lover.
The clearing they came to seemed ancient, new to them and yet lost to time itself. A cluster of soft vines and the most delicate of emerald grass surrounded them, all shaded by towering and thick trees. With a grunt, the maiden wandered into the center, just as her belly wobbled with a strong kick from one of the eager colts inside. They wanted their new life just as much as she wanted to be free of the ache in her chest.
Reassurances came from the brush of snout and horn on her backside, soft caresses that reminder her she would never be alone. Broad tongue swiped up her naked rear to lick off the constant drool her sex had been releasing. The scent was overpowering by now and it had been far too long for her lover.
This was a hard birth, the colts were so large and her hips had to spread obscenely to push each heavy life from her. It was a marvel they had fit inside her at all, curled up tight like they were. No wonder that they kicked and were fighting to get free of their home. But, she had her unicorn, her love, always there to hold on to. There was nothing she couldn't bear with him there.
And so she was laid out on the grass, two hungry young colts nestled on her chest. They were totally animal, just like their father, with vestigal horns showing as mere mounds on each forehead, her body breeding true to her mate.
Both had crawled up next to her, awkwardly walking around, and had laid up to each side. Two snouts were buried in the pillowing form of those breasts, fat with milk, and tugging on the massive nubs her body sprouted. She groaned with the occasional hard tug, the male being more forceful and squeezing his teat much too hard for comfort, but she was exhausted and they had to be fed. It was an orgasmic rush, anyway, as milk was forcefully pulled with their eagerness. She could feel each mouthful pulled from the rocking breast, noisy swallows the only relief from the constant mauling.
Yet her cries of mixed pleasure and pain were muffled into grunts and noisy slurps. She had her own mouth wrapped around the massive organ of her unicorn that was obscenely jutting down as he stood over his family. He was prancing the soft ground, giving out whinnies and snorts of sensation while she tugged eagerly on her own and squeezed it in her strong hands. Full leathery balls, unspent over the last few weeks while the cramps racked her body and made mating painful, jiggled heavy and thick in their sac with each grinding movement of her mouth over his fat tip.
Minutes later and the unicorn was growing towards the bliss of orgasm, carefully standing still despite the incessant urge to thrust. He had missed being inside her terribly and the eagerness had the muscles of his body rippling with need. Despite that, his flanks heaved occasionally with the occasional push into that tightly wrapped mouth, a hotly warm hole that to a unicorn needed to be filled.
The swaying grew more frantic as she worked and tightened her hands around his length, balls rolling in the thick fur of his crotch and threatening to bump into his legs as he pranced back and forth. His tail seemed to make up for his lack of hunching thrusts, waving fast and eager into the air behind him.
A quick jerk and whinny, heaving flanks gave away the orgasm racking and burning inside. Long jets of hot, pure cum shot from the broad center of his flat head, which she had buried in her mouth now. Pulses thumped into a well trained throat as she gulped down eagerly his own offering of rich cream. It had been hard to eat, her belly aching from being so empty. Now the hunger was unbearable and little spilled from her lips from the copious amounts being squeezed from those jerking, heavy equine balls.
Though her belly rose with that offering, even once he was spent unloading seemingly endless semen she kept sucking hard. Her unicorn knew what she wanted. There was no room for wonder, and a blast of hard piss followed to be just as eagerly swallowed mouthful by mouthful to warm her belly further and finally sate her aching need. His cock slipped from her lips, still spraying, once she fell into sated unconsciousness, and his urine splashed onto the new family. It soaked them in hot yellow and replaced the sweat and grime of birth with his own offering of warmth and comforting scent.
The colts had fallen asleep shortly after their mother, nestled in the warmth, and he left to stand guard over the clearing.
Waiting in the growing dusk his erection slipped out frequently, slapping his randy chest when he walked around the area to keep a protective eye out. It was hard to think of much else. The time would come soon to breed his mate, perhaps in the rise of the new days. His wavering pole missed the strong and tight grip around it, snugly wrapping and moving with his own thrusts and pulling him onward. He rutted the air now and again, dreaming to pump his release and surge in bliss once more; to release the constant ache building once more in his swelling balls.
But tonight he would just watch over and try to live with the need. The other animals of the forest would see that heavy erection and know there would be new unicorns in the world once more, after such a long time of waiting. Perhaps even a few of them might benefit directly from their coming, envying now the drool of pre raining on the carpet of the grass with each new step.
There would be two new unicorns now, and where there came two, it looked as if there would be many more.