The Dance of Summoning

The night is calm; stars twinkle above her, the moon watching over her with a gentle glow. Osa moves across the savanna, footsteps silenced by the lush grass beneath her bare feet. No distractions from nature's beauty, Osa looks around her. Little bells chime with every step, her dainty anklet shifting against her skin. There is tranquility in this moment as Osa walks slowly through the darkness. Osa loves the night, the time when all is peaceful and most of the world is at rest. The darkness is her home, her sanctuary in times of trouble and indecision. Taking a deep breath, Osa inhales the cleansing air, feeling it wash through her, before exhaling all the negativity from deep inside.

Her "Iro" hung low on her hips, flaring down over her thighs, caressing her calves as Osa walks. It feels as if a thousand fingers are on her bare skin, no panties hindering their delicate touch on her behind or her bare mound. The warmth of the softly flowing breeze brushed against her exposed stomach, hugging around the inward curve of her waist. Her breasts are covered by only a backless sleeveless top. Osa wants the most minimal of clothing on her body this night. For tonight, Osa will dance. A dance Osa hasn't done for a very long time.

She's never shared her dance with anyone, it's something so personal, so intimate that Osa has never had the courage. Osa wears no makeup, nothing to mask the woman she is or hide the woman she has become. Her nipples and clit hold small golden amber studs, her favorite color and her favorite stone; little gems that match the Amber dragonfly piercing in her belly button. Her hair is long and free, flowing over her shoulders and along her back, thick curls going every which way. Osa walks a little further, before she finds her place, something inside her, telling her to stop.

Her movements begin slowly, a gentle sway of her hips from side to side, hands reaching out away from her, fingers curling. Her steps become stronger, more confident, her hips undulating to a rhythm Osa can feel coming up from the ground beneath her feet. The bells chime louder and her arms move over her head, reaching, and graceful waving motions as Osa releases more of herself to the night. Her head falls back, arching her spine; she lets her shoulders lower towards the grass, her hips moving harder. Osa brings her hands down towards her face, lightly touching her skin. Trailing her fingers down, Osa feels her hardened nipples, the smooth skin of her stomach, dipping into the opening of her skirt, Osa touches her mound.

Osa raises herself back up straight; her breathing becoming faster, and her dance becomes a lover's dance. Revealing in the beauty of being a woman, Osa feels the delicate femininity of her body and the unyielding strength beneath that. Her dance sultry, more heated, Osa takes pleasure in touching herself. She caressed her curves, holding and squeezing her firm breasts, panting as her nipples pushes against the cloth. Osa runs her fingers over her stomach. Tears comes to her eyes and Osa dances, amazed and awed at what all it means to be a woman. A smile brightening her face, Osa truly feels beautiful, sexy and graceful.

Osa moves her hands lower still, desire fueling her blood and reaches beneath the edge of her skirt. Osa feels the skin of her mound, her nails just touching the hood of her clit. Osa moans and flicks her hood, feeling her clit become fuller with every scrape of her nails. Her feet spread wider and with one hand Osa pulls her skirt higher, out of her way. Osa touches her labia, feeling the swollen flesh moist with her nectar. Running a finger over the outer edges, dipping inside to her warmth, she draws her finger to her mouth, tasting her. Her hips moves faster and Osa reaches back toward her cunny, eager for a rougher touch. Her hips moves in time to her fingers and Osa rides her own hand, feeling the glorious pressure building inside her. With a cry, Osa feels her orgasm spread throughout her body and release. Her fingers coated with her nectar, Osa touches still, dipping her fingers inside, feeling the contractions of her inner walls, with every beat of her heart.

Her legs shaky, Osa collapses to her knees on the grass. Palms touching the ground, Osa leans forward, trying to catch her breath. Her chest heaving, her body flushed and sated, Osa works to slow her breathing. Osa feels it then, a shuddering in the ground, a vibration that hadn't been there before. It is growing stronger and Osa raises her head to look around. All around her there are miles of grassland, a few trees in spots, with a small hill out in front of her. The breeze changes, carrying on it a scent Osa can't describe, but it teases her senses, making her wonder where it is coming from. Her skin starts to tingle; her hair rising from her skin, a crackling energy filled the air.

Sitting tall, grabbing at her stomach feeling butterflies spinning inside; Osa feels a newborn excitement coming over her. The ground rolling beneath her knees, the scent growing stronger, her eyes are drawn to the hill, Osa feels something calling her to that place, something out there wanting her. Osa swallows once and her eyes grow wide, her heart skipping beats as Osa saw him come over the top. It can't be. Her eyes have to be showing her lies. Osa can't be seeing the sight before her. Osa closes her eyes tight, trembling, shaky hands covering her open mouth, and with a deep breath her lashes lifts.

Over the hill he comes, with a ground-eating stride, headed straight towards her. There is no way Osa can tear her eyes off him, no way Osa can look away from the creature coming at her. Osa can't believe it, she can't believe she is seeing him. His long powerful legs reach forward, hooves digging and kicking up the earth behind him. His head bobs as he pushes onward to her, mane out behind him like a sail at sea. His horn, black as pitch, stands proudly out from his forehead and Osa can see its gleam from here. A unicorn, Osa is staring at a unicorn. Osa moves to stand and says a silent thanks to whatever god or deity, which honours her with this priceless gift.

He is almost upon her when he skids to a stop, rearing high, with hooves within inches from her face. He calls out with a loud neigh, its deep sound echoing around them. Osa looks more closely at him, drinking in the sight of him, as he begins to circle her. His front legs stretch out in a prancing stride, his tail flicking over her. His coat a charcoal gray, mane and tail the darkest black, he is stunningly gorgeous. Osa can see his nostrils flare and he shakes his head once, mane fluttering around him. He stops suddenly and Osa draws a deep breath, looking into his one dark eye. Turning his head, he brings his face close to hers and Osa reaches out with one hand to touch him. Osa pauses when she is almost touching him, feeling the heat rising from his skin, unsure if she should lay a human hand on something so magical.

He makes the decision for her and presses his mouth against her palm. His flat lips nibble at her skin and Osa lets out a surprised giggle. His head comes up at that, and he moves a little closer, bringing her into the side of his body, curling his neck around her. Moving his mouth over her bear arms, his breath feels hot upon her skin. Osa reaches up, this time with calm hands, and feels his muzzle. Touching his finely boned head, Osa runs her fingers up, wrapping her hand around his horn, stroking up and down once, before moving to touch his forelock. Normally coarse, his hair is smooth and supple; Osa loves its softness.

Osa continues exploring his body, running her hands over his crest, gripping his mane tightly in her fingers, his scent filling her. He is a tall one, just over 16 hands, as the top of her head is half a foot below his withers. Osa drags her nails lightly along his neck and down his back towards his flank, spreading out both hands to caress his warmth. He is perfection from his ears to his tail and Osa is in awe of him.

He moves away from her, turning once, before lowering himself down, bending his left foreleg. Snorting at her, he turns his muzzle towards his back and then looks deeply into her eyes. Nibbling on her lip, Osa moves up close, gripping his mane tightly, Osa leaps, swinging her right leg over his back. Her skirt opens wide, exposing her cunny to his warmth and she tingles from the sensation. Scooting closer to his withers, Osa squeezes him between her thighs, finding her seat. He glances back at her, his muscles tightening beneath her and she feels him rear high. Osa gasps, holding him tightly, letting out a laugh of pure joy and they are off.

Osa leans low over his neck, his black mane and her black hair intertwining as they gallop across the countryside. His stride is smooth and Osa rocks against his withers, the friction causing her to release more of her nectar. Osa squeezes him tighter with her thighs, feeling the power in his muscles beneath her. It is an exhilarating ride and they ride for miles, just him and her in the darkness. Her body is on edge; every nerve stimulated when he finally slows to a jog, then easy walk. Stopping by a rolling hill, he once again bows. With a sigh, Osa climbs down from his back, feeling her nipples brush against his side before her feet touch the ground. Osa rests her cheek against him, trying to maintain control of the desire raging through her.

Osa feels his mouth move over her hair, the gentle puffs of his breath, stirring her hair. Osa closes her eyes, stepping back, lifting her face towards hiss. His muzzle touches her cheek, her nose, before his flat lips, brushed over hers, in a soft kiss. Her eyes open and Osa places her hands on either side of his face, giving him butterfly kisses over his lips. The little hairs on his chin tickle her, and Osa reaches out with her tongue to lick his upper lip. His breath coming faster against her face, Osa licks him more, her tongue lapping at his lips and pushing into his mouth. Osa feels his teeth beneath her tongue and then he touches his tongue to hers. His heady scent and his sweet breath overcome her and Osa sucks at his thick tongue with her mouth, wanting him inside her, needing his taste to fill her.

Moving away from her, him steps back, her hands falling from his face, and lowers his head till his horn is at the bottom edge of her shirt. Sliding his horn under her shirt, the point scraping over her ribs, he pushes at her shirt. Understanding his desire, Osa lifts her shirt over her head and drops it upon the grass. With his horn, he touches first one then the other nipple, feeling her nipples hard for him. He teases her, running his horn in circles around her nipples, pressing the point deep into her nipple, before circling them once again. Osa takes her breasts in her hands, offering them up to him and his nimble lips, played with them; chewing at her nipples, pinching them hard between his lips, her cunny throbbing fast, and pressure coiling inside her needing release.

Osa sighs as he moves his head lower, pushing at her skirt with his horn. Osa undone undoes the tie at her hips, letting her skirt gather at her feet. He pushes at her stomach with his mouth and Osa takes a step back. Him pushes at her some more and Osa continues stepping back, walking partly up the hill. When Osa is high enough, him lowers his head until his horn brushed over her mound; the tip warming as it fondles her clit. The pleasure is intense, moans spilling past her lips and Osa falls down, her elbows catching her as she leans back against the hill. Planting her feet firmly in the grass, Osa raises her hips up to him, spreading her knees wide, leaving her open to his touch.

He traces his horn over her labia and Osa becomes a little nervous, but doesn't want him to stop and widens her legs even further. Carefully Osa feels his horn move slowly into her cunny, slow delicate strokes, a few inches at a time. As he entered his horn heats more and Osa undulates her hips up to him, taking his horn deeper inside her. As his scent grows stronger, her passion builds, and soon Osa is pushing up against him, feeling the point touch the back of her cunny. Osa can't stand it, the pleasure is too much and Osa starts to shatter around him, his horn blazing hot inside her as her nectar drips, oozing from her cunny. Osa slumps back against the hill, watching as he with draws his horn and moves over top of her, his forelegs above her head.

Osa looks down and inches from her mouth is his beautiful cock. Sweet heaven, it truly is a beautiful cock, with a wide girth, the shaft dark with a pink head. Osa reaches out grabbing him with one hand, feeling him twitch beneath her fingers, as Osa strokes him from his head to his fuzzy balls. He is snorting, his cock twitching faster and Osa takes the head in her mouth. It is so wide; her mouth stretches as Osa sucks him inside, licking and teasing his slit. Saliva coating the head, drooling from her mouth, Osa gathers it with both hands, stroking his cock as Osa sucks as much of him she can inside. Her hands working in unison, the only way Osa can encircle his cock, she strokes faster, sucking him hard. Osa is moaning at his spicy taste, but she wants to try something more, so she eases him out of her mouth.

Osa rubs the head of his cock over her breasts and nipples, saliva making them shiny in the night, and then places his cock at her cunny. Pushing up with her hips, Osa raises as far as she can and feels his head push against her opening. By the time Osa put the huge head against the swollen lips of her cunny, the unicorn is at least sixteen inches long and two and a half inches thick. He aimed his dick with her help and gained entrance in between her legs. As he feels the wet warmth below him, he pushes forward and his cock-head disappears with his first push, going in only two inches until it starts to bend. Osa feels the unicorn's push and her lips try to stretch to accept him. He pulls out and pushes in a little farther the next time. She feels his second push as her cunny relaxes a little more to accept the unicorn's cock. It stings and burns, stretching her, but Osa feels him thrust forward. With every thrust, a little more of his giant cock goes further into Osa's body and she pushes hard against him. Osa feels her vagina stretch from the unicorn and also from her own state of excitement. The unicorn is still moving back and forth with his cock, and he feels the gradual relaxation of his partner's sex opening. She feels his strokes increase as the unicorn goes deeper and deeper inside her. More and more she relaxes until he finally entered her. She feels the unicorn's cock open her further and further until he has his head completely inside.

The shape of the unicorn's cock is even fatter near the base, and the further his cock enters Osa, the more the cock stretches her vaginal opening. The lower portion of Osa's belly is beginning to bulge out slightly from the mass of firm flesh within and the bulge moves ever so slowly up her stomach. Wanting all of him inside her, Osa moves with him, their efforts to bring each other pleasure, growing in rhythm. She takes about twelve inches before she groans out, he had hit bottom and is pressing her cervix up into her womb. She gently touched her lower belly and feels tight skin around the giant bulge that stretching her outwards by the massive cock inside her. His cock head begins to flare, widening her cunny and tears fill her eyes at the pain, but the pleasure is worth it. His cock pulls back and her inner labia stretch out around his shaft. As he starts his return stroke, her lips pull in the other direction until he repeats the process. Osa moans loudly as her eyes roll back. Her small breasts jiggle and her body quakes as each powerful thrust brings her closer to blowing her mind. His back arches as he feels his orgasm start to build. His huge testicles are tight and pull up next to his body. She can tell that her lover is ready to impregnate her. Every time he pushes in, her belly deforms, his massive cock pushing against her womb so hard it is visible from the outside. Osa feels the unicorn's thrusts grow stronger; unbelievably, she feels stretched inside as his cock seems to grow even bigger inside her. She can feel the head of his dick starting to flare. By instinct, he shoves his massive sex organ in as deep as he can, trying to push the head into Osa's womb, as his cock head flares to eleven centimeters across to seal off Osa's vaginal canal. With one hard thrust he sends her to oblivion and Osa screams out into the night, a long echoing wail of release. This beautiful, petite African goddess is being fucked by a full grown stallion and loving every inch of it.

He thrusts hard a few more times, her breasts jiggling against her chest, when his seed begins to burst forth, flowing through her, filling her. The slit in his cock head is against Osa's cervix. The tendons and muscle attached to his huge testicles contract violently time after time. Squeezing and milking his swollen, over-sized balls, releasing the hot semen that they hold. Osa feels his cock head flare to an enormous size. It sets off an incredible orgasm, along with the equine sex hormones in her blood stream, causing her cervix to open slightly. The tip of the unicorns cock pushes into the opening. With his arm sized member buried in Osa's cunny, the stud continues to push the head forward. Osa can feel her belly swelling as the unicorn drains his enormous testicles. She watches as her stomach begins to expand further, slowly rising up. The cum has nowhere to go, so her stomach continues to expand until the pressure brakes the seal of his cock. It is too much and Osa feels it trickle over her lips, down the inside of her shapely legs, and to the grass below. The slick cum pours into Osa's body lubricating her vaginal canal. This allows the huge head to penetrate even deeper into her womb. He feels his cock head slip deeper into Osa's cervical opening pushing into her uterus. The sensation makes his dick throb and jerk intensely. The head slides in, the unicorns thrusting pauses, his engorged mushroom head lay in a pool of hot cum in Osa's uterus. Osa's cervix is stretched tight around the inflated shaft just behind the swollen head. She feels the unicorn's thick cock stretching her opening to eight centimeters, as his cock travels to forty centimeters inside her, leaving only five centimeters that just won't go in. He pushes his prick deep, hitting her diaphragm and pushing the air out of her lungs. His balls slapped against the jiggling flesh of her ass. He pushes again, the power and quickness of his jabs did the trick. Tightly her body milks the giant occupant, squeezing from her uterus and all along her vagina, around that horse cock up inside her. Every time their crotches meet, her sensitive cunt lips pound against his iron muscles, bruising them, giving Osa even more pleasure. Thick cum oozes from the bloated head. The stud's rapid strong contractions subside. The beasts' huge cock flexes now and then, dribbling the last drops of his sperm into Osa.

Both partners breathing are labored as they wait for the flared cock head to relax and soften. He pulls back slightly and feels the tight grip on his engorged flesh. He pulls again and again every few minutes, until the giant head eventually slips free of her cervix. He stands over her as his massive cock slowly shrivels and slides out of Osa's cunny. Osa's cervix closes, trapping most of the unicorns seed in her womb. After what seems an eternity, the giant head finally pops out. The huge phallus flops toward the ground, still dripping thick cum from the tip. A huge flood of semen gushes out of Osa's gaping hole and splatters on the ground as more runs down the inside of her legs. Staring down at herself, Osa rubs his essence into her skin. He moves to stand back on level ground, sides heaving, and Osa lays back against the hill. Exhausted, tender and sore, satisfied beyond belief, Osa looks at him in amazement. Elegant and dignified, he stands proudly before her and Osa watches as his cock, slowly shrinks back into his sheath.