This work contains the following: mild hypnosis, sex with an intelligent fantasy creature, breeding kink, come inflation, anal, massive dick, old school ominous fairy tale vibes.
The sun was just beginning to set as Aodhan finished his chores for the day, warm summer air giving way to the cool relief of an evening breeze that quickly dried the lingering sweat on his brow.
Twilight was a time every mother warned her child of, especially when one lived as close to the forest's edge as Aodhan did-- twilight was when the veil between worlds was at its thinnest.
Twilight was the time of faeries.
He lingered just inside the fence that had surrounded his home for generations to watch as warm golds slid steadily into soothing plums and arterial crimsons in the sky over the distant trees. The young man leaned against a fence post and admired the sunset for a time while he absently wondered what the fae might be doing in the deep heart of the forest. No human dared walk there-- even Aodhan's father, god rest his soul, had never ventured more than an hours walk from the forest border and he had been a hunter of some renown.
He'd
never
ventured in after dark.
Aodhan was drawn from his reverie by a mosquito at his ear and he swatted at it then straightened. Before he could turn away and go inside to make his dinner, however, movement at the forest's edge caught his eye.
Curious, he stopped and squinted against the fading light of the sun despite every warning his mother had ever given him, and remained locked in place as a creature came into view.
At first Aodhan thought it was a horse, though no horse in the village could be coaxed within a stone's throw of the forest no matter how you beat or bribed it, but then the creature turned its head so the light of the rising moon caught the length of the long, black horn that jutted from its brow.
It was a unicorn, the man realized, fear and awe making his heart leap within his chest. Aodhan had never seen one in person before, nor did he know anyone who had (no one that could be trusted, anyways), but he'd heard them described in tales and he realized now none of them had done the creature justice.
The unicorn was smaller than a horse, though not by much, with a slim build and long, slender legs that made it the living image of grace incarnate. The impression carried to the stag-like feature's of the creature's face and lion's tail, though most eye-catching of all was its pelt that shimmered like moonlight given physical form.
Before he even realized what he was doing, Aodhan found himself at the gate and had nearly unlatched it when he realized what he was doing and stopped, surprised at himself. Though he'd never been so wary as his mother had wished, he'd never been fool enough to go roving across the countryside at night when the moon was barely a sliver in the sky.
A sound caught Aodhan's ear and he felt something strange stir within him-- as if the person he loved most dearly in all the world had called his name.
"I'm here," he returned, voice only barely above a whisper and still he clapped his hand over his mouth while his heart thundered behind his ribs.
Overwhelmed by strange feelings he couldn't put a name to, Aodhan took a step back from the gate only to return and place his hand upon the latch when a voice called his name a second time.
Aodhan... come, little one.
A shiver racked the man's slender frame and, longer master of his own hands, unlatched the gate, though did not quite dare to step through.
Aodhan,
the voice called a third time, tone soft and sibilant, like the steady trickle of warm honey sliding across the man's mind and dulling his senses with its sweetness.
I see you, beloved. Bright star in the night-- come shed your light upon my weary brow. Come.
The latch clicked and the gate swung open under Aodhan's hand as the man stepped over the threshold of his family's property and onto the path beyond. Night had fallen and the young man turned his back on the lights of the distant village and strode towards the forest and the glimmering beacon of the unicorn where it lingered within the shadows of the tree-line. The creature seemed to consume his whole field of view and though he must have climbed at least two fences and crossed three fields it seemed to Aodhan that he reached it within the span of a single breath.
The unicorn was even more impressive up close-- terrible and beautiful in equal measures.
Fast as a summer gale no hunter could hope to catch it. Stronger than a team of oxen no man would ever chain it. Fierce as the wrath of God, no knight could best it in combat...it had all sounded so far-fetched as a child but now, with the real thing stood before him, Aodhan was made a believer.
Draw near, sweet one,
it coaxed, voice like softest velvet and so deep it seemed to reverberate in Aodhan's very bones.
I would look upon you.
There was movement in trees beyond the unicorn-- lithe, shadowy figures that watched him with eyes like stars lingered there but Aodhan found it impossible to focus on them. His attention was all for the unicorn; he could not have looked away had he wanted to.
"How... how did you know my name?" the man asked as he stepped within arms reach of the unicorn, though he did not dare raise a hand to touch it. He felt dizzy beneath the silvery gaze of its strangely colorless eyes but neither could he look away.
I know the name of all who walk the borders of my domain. I am Prince of the Deep Forest, Lord of Silver Waters, First of an unspoken name-- there is nothing I do not know, even here at the terminus of the twilight kingdoms.
The unicorn had begun to circle Aodhan with the slow, languid grace of a cat while it spoke, its hooves silent against the earth and the man remain locked in place. "You don't have a name?" he finally dared to ask when the creature had circled him three times then come to stop before him.
Aodhan's breath hitched and his heart thudded painfully in his chest when the unicorn twitched its head and brought its horn up to press into the tender spot below the man's jaw and pressed until Aodhan was forced to lift his chin or be impaled. They remained that way for a breath, then the unicorn lowered its horn so the tip trailed languidly down Aodhan's throat, trailing goosebumps over his skin in its wake.
It is not for human ears,
the unicorn said, a hint of amusement coloring its velvet voice. Before Aodhan could open his mouth again the creature trailed its horn lower yet, over the man's chest and abdomen. Though the tip had not pierced his skin, it cut easily through the fabric of Aodhan's shirt and the man had to make a mad grab to catch it lest it fall away and leave him exposed.
Flushed and strangely embarrassed, Aodhan tried to right his shirt but the Unicorn twitched its horn again and this time it
did
cut him, though only just deep enough to draw a thin line of blood across the back of his hand. Aodhan gasped and flinched at the sharpness of it but did not try again when the unicorn repeated himself.
I would look at you.
The man hesitated, pulse pounding from a heady mix of fear and something akin to anticipation as he lowered his hands and allowed the tattered remnants of his shirt to fall away and pool at his feat. Chest exposed to the cool night air, Aodhan's skin went tight and his nipples hard though the heat of his blush kept him from feeling the chill. He could not tell if the sight pleased the unicorn but it did lower its head and allow its impossibly soft, velveteen nose to brush over one of the man's nipples. The sensation was enough to drag an unwitting whimper from Aodhan and this too seemed to amuse the creature-- as did the second, louder sound that escaped Aodhan when the unicorn ran its broad, hot tongue over the pert bud of flesh and left the man shivering.
You tremble so,
it murmured even as it dipped its head again so the tip of its horn sliced away the laces at the front of Aodhan's breeches then stepped back and waited with an air of expectation.
Knowing what he must do, the man undressed himself with trembling hands and stood before the unicorn completely bare beneath the pale light of the crescent moon. To Aodhan's mortification, his prick was fully erect as the unicorn's gaze trailed up and down his slender frame.
While decently tall, Aodhan had never quite filled in the way the other boys in the village had and they had often teased him for being prettier than half the girls with his big, expressive eyes, full lips, and soft curls. The girls themselves had sighed after him plenty though he'd never gotten around to courting one the way his mother had wanted him to, leaving him thoroughly inexperienced in the ways of love.
Oh, my bright and shining star, what a sight you are. Long have I searched for you...
the unicorn murmured and again it touched him with the tip of its horn, though this time it traced lazy circles over Aodhan's belly, just below his navel.
