you must go to the witch. She will help you.
Her smile had been shadowed, haunted, even, rather than reassuring, but her words loomed large in Aodhan's mind and in his desperation he set out to find the one person who might help him.
The witch, as his mother had told it, lived half a day's walk away and he would know where to turn off the road when he spotted a great oak that had been split by lightning yet still lived. Eager to be on his way, Aodhan threw a few necessities in a satchel, fed and watered his animals, then left without delay, gate slamming shut behind him with a sharp bang.
The anxiety burning beneath his skin kept Aodhan moving at a rapid pace down the dirt road that cut through the rolling hills, the forest a looming presence he could always sense even if he could only see it when he crested a hill. It almost seemed to call to him, beckoning him away from the heat of the sun bearing down from overhead to take refuge in the cool shadows cast by its verdant canopy. Aodhan forced himself to look away but eventually he reached the oak tree his mother had described to him years before and knew he had to turn towards the tree-line.
Aodhan hesitated at its edge for a long minute, staring into the innocuous bit of wilderness as if he might perceive the secrets hidden within without every having to trespass before he finally caved and started forward again.
The cool relief of the shade after hours spent trudging beneath the unforgiving sun was intense enough to actually make Aodhan heave a sigh of relief despite the supposedly treacherous domain he had just entered. There was a scant trail winding between the trees and he followed that for some time until a strange cry cut through the quiet and startled the man.
At first he thought it was a beast-- the guttural, persistent cry reminded Aodhan of cattle lowing, but when it repeated it seemed significantly more human. Curious and thinking someone might be injured, Aodhan hurried forward without a thought until a broad, shallow stream came into view through the trees.
The sight that met his eyes was strange enough that Aodhan stopped and lingered out of view behind a tree while he tried to make sense of the scene before him.
A naked man lay sprawled along the bank of the stream, lower half of his body in the water, though it was only a few inches deep there so it hid little. The stranger was beautiful-- more beautiful than any man Aodhan had ever beheld, with a lithe but muscular build and long, unnaturally colored hair that reminded Aodhan of a piece of turquoise he'd seen at market once.
Even more eye-catching than his beauty, however, was the stranger's massive stomach. Muscular as his chest and graceful limbs were, no one could mistake its shape for a paunch. Taut and so round the man probably struggled to reach his arms around himself, it was obvious that the stranger was heavily pregnant. The realization made Aodhan's stomach lurch and his heart leap up into his throat as he grabbed at the tree he'd taken shelter behind for support. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the stranger, though, and as his gaze raked over his gravid form, Aodhan finally noticed that the man sported not a cock, but the delicate folds of a vagina.
The stranger groaned and writhed in the shallows, head thrown back and panting for breath as the surface of his huge belly seized and convulsed. He spread his legs wider as he lifted his head again and screamed through gritted teeth, beautiful face flushed with effort as he bore down and pushed with every muscle in his body. Aodhan watched, transfixed, as the mouth of the man's vagina spread, then shrank, then spread again before the insistent press of a pale, round form struggling to escape the stranger's body. The man's hole, once small and tight, spread wide and finally ejected a wet and glistening orb bigger than his fist, which was quickly carried away downstream by the current. That same soft, guttural cry that had reminded Aodhan of a beast escaped the beautiful stranger when it did and the expression on his fair features could only be described as one of pure ecstasy.
Aodhan watched, rapt, as the other man pushed egg after egg from his body into the stream and found himself increasingly aroused to the point he began to grind against the tree behind which he hid. The stranger's blissful whimpers and moans, inter-cut by pained cries of effort, drove all rationality from Aodhan's mind until he finally stepped out from behind the tree and started towards the stream.
The stranger's waistline had been steadily shrinking as he labored and now was nearly flat, though there was one last egg still fighting for freedom. It sprang free as Aodhan dropped his satchel on the stream bank and waded into the shallows, already unfastening the front of his breeches to free his aching cock.
Aodhan gave himself a few quick pumps as he loomed over the stranger who lay, still half in the water, body limp but for the occasional shudder that rocked his figure. Overcome by a strange madness that filled him with an overwhelming urge to mate, Aodhan dropped to his knees in the water between the other man's legs and lined himself up with his still gaping entrance.
The stranger offered no resistance, only watched him from under long lashes as Aodhan bent over him then thrust into his open, dripping cunt.
Aodhan groaned at the contrast between the sweet heat of the stranger's body and the sharp coolness of the water that swirled around them as he began to move. The other man was incredibly loose at first, though lily-soft and incredibly slick with his own juices, no doubt leftover from the egg laying process. Aodhan had never fucked anyone but his own hand before and he only barely refrained from coming less than a minute in. His partner had offered only soft gasps and moans at first but when Aodhan slowed in order to avoid spilling his load so soon, the other man lifted his legs then wrapped them around Aodhan's waist to pull him in close. As if waking from a slumber, the man's walls tightened suddenly around Aodhan's cock, offering the virgin a whole new realm of sensation.
"I'm ready," the strange man murmured in Aodhan's ear, voice only barely above a whisper as he threw his arms around the man's neck and drew him in until their bodies were pressed flush. "Fill me as you please..."
Aodhan shivered at his words and began to fuck the other man in earnest and eventually they made their way up the bank onto the grass where they coupled enthusiastically-- sweating and grunting like beasts in heat. For a time, Aodhan was able to ignore the swell of his stomach and the worries it brought with it in the arms of the strange and beautiful man beneath him.
Was this how the unicorn had felt when it mounted him? The stranger was just as submissive as Aodhan had been to that beast and in response Aodhan felt himself become a beast in turn, full up only of the impulse to mate, to plant his seed in fertile ground and watch it grow-- and the other man seemed all to happy to oblige.
"Fill me!," the strange man begged, just as Aodhan had the unicorn. At some point he'd put the other man flat on his belly in the grass and now Aodhan thrust down along the tight cleft of the stranger's perfect ass into the confines of his tight cunt as he straddled his thighs, hands planted firmly against his shoulders. "I need it! Goddess please, fill me, I--"
Aodhan came with a shout and a stuttering jerk of his hips, balls going tight as he pumped hot seed into the other man's pussy, a glorious tide of ecstasy washing over him when he did. He moaned, long and loud when his partner orgasmed shortly after, muscles fluttering and convulsing around the length of Aodhan's shaft as if trying to milk him for every last drop.
Aodhan gave a few final thrusts then pulled out and tumbled to one side to sprawl, gasping and breathless, in the grass beside the other man.
They shared no words as they both came down from their high and Aodhan had no idea what to say to the other man even as he watched him rise then step into the water again to rinse off. Aodhan himself was still wet from wading across the stream so he simply tucked himself away then put the rest of his clothes in order. The knees of his pants were hopelessly grass stained but there was little he could do about it now so he decided to ignore it in favor of looking at the stranger again.
His wet skin glistened in the afternoon sunlight and while he was still stunningly beautiful, Aodhan wondered at the animalistic impulse that had driven him to fuck a peculiar man he had just watched lay a clutch of eggs.
"Are you a witch?" he asked, words tumbling from his lips without his thinking about it. Hoping to recover, Aodhan stood an hurried to continue, "Only I was told one lived here and--"
"And you can't think of anyone else you might spy upon laying strange eggs in the depths of the woods?" Aodhan gave him a helpless sort of look an the other man threw his head back and laughed as he strode from the water, unashamed of his nakedness. "I am he," he replied and walked past the other man but gestured for him to follow.
Aodhan did as he was told, trailing after the witch uncertainly. "I was... my mother said you were a woman."
"Sometimes I am," the witch replied with a careless shrug then smiled at him sidelong and added, "You seemed to like me well enough this way, however. You may call me Eris."
Aodhan flushed and managed to eek out his own name without stumbling over it as they came within view of his house.
It was an unassuming cottage that wouldn't have looked out of place in his own village at a glance-- though a closer look revealed all sorts of strange things that marked it as a witch's home. Peculiar totems, wreathes of branches cunningly woven and hung from surrounding trees as if to mark a border of some sort...
"Come, tell me what brings you to my doorstep," the witch said when they had entered his home and stood within the controlled chaos of a room stacked with books and papers, rafters hung with dried herbs and flowers.
