The Unicorn

Content Warning: male pregnancy, male breasts, milking, partner breastfeeding, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, threesome, selfcest, exhibitionism, voyeurism.

Collin woke up at home in his own bed the next morning with no memory of how or when he had arrived there and confusion clung heavy as morning fog to his slowly waking mind while he struggled to recall his actions the day before.

How much had he drank to lose time so? While it was a common occurrence to find himself down at the pub with his friends after work, Collin wasn't in the habit of drinking himself insensible.

He'd definitely gone off to tend their flock and field at the usual time, then stopped to check on Aodhan at his wife's request and heard strange noises from within that prompted him to peer in through the man's open window...

Hazy, dreamlike memories drifted to the surface of Collin's waking mind and he felt his cock go hard beneath the quilt while he lay there in bed, staring up at the ceiling while Aisling slept obliviously beside him. The waking part of the man's mind tried to dismiss the lurid images as the fevered phantasmagoria of an ale addled brain, but the other part...the part of him that had luxuriated in the softness of Aodhan's breasts, the sweetness of his nectar, and the warmth of his friend's body wrapped tight around his cock—

longed

for it to be real.

It wasn't though. Such a thing

couldn't

be, surely?

There was a warm and heavy weight in the pit of the man's stomach and Collin reflexively touched himself there, half expecting to find its surface round and bloated— but found only firm, muscular flesh, same as always.

"Mmm, morning, love," Aisling murmured as she rolled towards him with a sleepy smile and Collin felt a surge of guilt rush through him when their eyes met.

He'd been so swept up in dreams he'd forgotten she was there.

"Morning," he said as he mastered his urge to panic and offered her his usual smile instead. Hoping to prove something to himself, he rolled over on top of her and made her aware of the state of him. He needed something to pull him back to earth— away from his impossible dreams of their childhood friend, and he could think of no better place than his wife's arms to achieve that.

Aisling laughed and spread her legs to accommodate him, clearly pleased to entertain her husband. "Sleep well?" the woman murmured against his lips when she leaned up to kiss him, rolling her hips so the tip of Collin's cock slid between her folds.

Collin grunted by way of answer, trying his very best not to think about it, and thrust into Aisling with a rough jerk of his hips that dragged a gasp from his wife, then set a quick pace.

"S-Slow down!" Aisling yelped, grip tightening on her husband while she writhed beneath him.

"Can't," he grunted and bore down harder on her while he chased his release. "Don't you want to get pregnant?" he demanded while he pounded into the woman under him.

Aisling was too far gone to respond coherently, too busy moaning her way through a powerful orgasm brought on by his rough treatment of her sopping cunt, but Collin knew the answer already. They'd been actively trying for children at her insistence since they got married— and putting a baby in his beautiful wife was all the man had dreamed of.

Memory of a pliant, gravid body beneath his own came to mind and Collin moaned, powering on while Aisling's orgasm faded and soft, overstimulated cries slipped past her breathless lips. Would her belly grow so large as Aodhan's had been in his dream? Her breasts so succulent and fruitful? Would her milk taste half so good?

Collin fucked his wife for the better part of an hour with obsessive focus, chasing an elusive orgasm while thoughts of Aodhan filled his head. He wanted him— wanted the other man wrapped tight around his cock, pregnant belly and enormous, perfect breasts bouncing while he pounded into him, so much so he gradually became frustrated with his wife's body. He groped at her breasts— barely more than a palm-full compared to the heavy, gratuitous swell of Aodhan's, and ran his hands over the underwhelming plane of her flat, barren belly. Just yesterday morning Aisling's slender figure had been the picture of perfection to Collin, but now he could find nothing pleasing about it even as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her writhing body under his increasingly desperate ministrations.

Finally, Collin gave up achieving a release of his own and faked an orgasm for the sake of his overwrought and beleaguered wife, then let himself drop, exhausted and sweaty, onto the bed beside her.

"That was...God in heaven, Collin, that was incredible," Aisling rasped, voice rough from use, then leaned in to kiss him. "Keep that up and I'll be pregnant in no time for sure," she added with an impish little smile.

Shame and guilt burning in his chest, Collin forced a smile and said, "I can't wait."

~~~

Climbing out of bed had been getting harder by the day for awhile now, but when Aodhan woke that morning and fought the massive weight of his pregnant belly to sit upright, he instinctively felt that something was different. A threshold had been crossed, but the man couldn't find the words to explain how he knew that— or what it meant.

"God in heaven," he moaned, panting from the effort of just making it to the edge of the bed.

Sitting there with his feet on the bedside rug, Aodhan looked down at himself and realized he couldn't see his knees over the colossal swell of his gravid belly. Horror racing up his spine, the man leaned forward, sitting up as straight as he could manage, and found only a glimmer of relief when his knees came back into view. It was only barely, after all, and the shock of the realization was enough to briefly lift the submissive, euphoric glamour that had settled over his waking mind ever since meeting the unicorn that fateful night.

He really was losing himself, Aodhan thought, tears springing to his eyes as he stared down at his monstrously bloated stomach. Just as sure as he was losing ground in his own body to the child in his womb, he was losing the man he had once been to the influence of its father...

Hands trembling, Aodhan ran his palms over his abdomen, skin stretched tight as a ripened fruit, then up over his his foreign, heavy breasts. The lightest brush of his nipples was enough to make them leak and Aodhan shuddered a little at the pleasurable soreness his touch stirred in the stiff, battered peaks. Constant milking and sucking had left the tender buds of flesh aching— throbbing, even, from overuse. The cursed things produced nectar at such a rapid pace the man had to be milked like a common cow multiple times a day and, in a brief moment of clarity, Aodhan burned with shame at how much he enjoyed the act.

Whatever effects the unicorn's fae magic had on him, Aodhan could not deny the pleasure he'd taken in what the creature had inflicted on his body. Horror and shame were there too, had been from the beginning, but those emotions were becoming weak and feeble things in the face of the man's rapidly approaching destiny.

One day soon he would give birth to the unicorn's heir, whether he wanted to or not, and their child would nurse from his fecund breasts until its father decided it was time to beget it a sibling...

Nausea hitting full force like a bolt from the blue, Aodhan found the strength to rise from bed and stumble towards the bathroom where he retched violently into the sink. Hands white-knuckled where he gripped the basin rim, Aodhan's body heaved and heaved, but nothing at all came up. Either he was empty, or the unforgiving press of the child growing within him had compressed his organs so badly nothing

could

come up.

Groaning miserably, Aodhan remained there for a moment, belly hanging heavy beneath him where he bent at the waist, the weight of it dragging at his back so his spine arched downward under its merciless mass.

As if woken by its parent's attempt to vomit, the child in Aodhan's belly stirred roughly— kicking and thrashing as it fought for space in its impossibly tight quarters. Aodhan bit back a scream at the sensation, arms shaking as he gripped at the sink and fought to keep his feet under the onslaught. Suddenly terrified the thing in him might split his belly open like some sort of overripe melon with its thrashing, Aodhan looked down to watch the surface of his abdomen ripple and roll nauseatingly with every movement the unicorn's offspring made.

It really was huge, he thought, sweat springing up along his spine and brow while he fought to breathe through the torture being wrought on him from within. This was no child of human proportions, these were no little hands or tiny feet pressing out against his womb from the inside— these were long, hard limbs and a large, flat head...

One of the beast's limbs dragged hard over his prostate from the inside and Aodhan's eyes flew wide, mouth a tense 'o' as he howled his way through an overwhelming orgasm that colored his pain with such pleasure the human nearly blacked out on the spot. As it was, he managed to keep his feet even as his eyes rolled back in his head and he jerked his hips reflexively to shoot a meager load of seed across the bathroom floor to mix with the milk that poured freely from his over-full breasts.

Aodhan's child fell still soon after and the man was left panting and sweating in the wake of his orgasm, legs shaking, and desperate for a single breath of fresh air.

Without bothering to dress in more than a gossamer thin robe he didn't recall ever receiving, Aodhan shambled dizzily outside into the garden and plopped down gracelessly onto the thick bed of moss beneath the silver-leafed tree at its center.

Head spinning and a thousand little pains wracking his body, the man fought to focus on his surroundings as a way to distract himself from how difficult he was finding it to breathe. He felt feverish— had the hedges hemming his garden always been so tall? They loomed higher than his head now and their dark green leaves didn't seem to let a single thread of light through from the outside. Despite it being well into the morning, a soft, lavender twilight hung over the garden, pierced occasionally by soft, golden lights that perched in the branches of the tree overhead and other places around the garden.

Come to think of it, with the exception of the tree under which he laid, the entire layout of the space had changed from what it had once been. Gone was the herb garden his mother had planted before he was even born, as was his carefully tended vegetable patch— both replaced by a carpet of thick, emerald moss and strange, otherworldly flowers he had never seen before.

Well, mostly. There were, in fact, quite a number of blue flowers like those he had once seen in the witch's garden.

As if merely thinking of the man had somehow summoned him, a gentle creak of the garden gate opening heralded the witch's unexpected arrival. He was just as astonishingly beautiful as Aodhan remembered, though his once turquoise hair was now a rich plum color that suited him well.

"E-Eris," Aodhan breathed, torn between relief and betrayal at the sight of the other man. He had not forgotten his previous revelation that the witch must have known the flowers he'd given him would only serve as an invitation the unicorn and his court, not keep them at bay. At the same time, however, his body reacted automatically to the beautiful man's presence, unable to forget their incredible lovemaking the last time they'd met as his fever spiked.

"Aodhan," Eris said, voice soft and soothing, shapely lips curling into a smile as he looked down at the heavily pregnant man before him. "What a beauty you have become— no wonder your mate is so taken with you."

Aodhan struggled into a seated position, but couldn't manage to do more than rest his upper back against the base of the tree. "Don't smile at me like that— not when you lied to me the last time we met."

The witch laughed outright, then dropped gracefully onto the grass beside Aodhan, dark cloak billowing around him as he did. "Lied to you? Whatever do you mean?"

Angry, but too exhausted to raise his voice, the man pressed the witch, "You said your potion and your flowers would solve my problem. As you can see, they did anything but!"

Eris cocked his head to one side, long, plum-colored hair falling from his shoulder as he did. "But I

did

solve your problem, sweetling," he mused and gave Aodhan a pitying smile that seemed to find his lack of understanding amusing in some way. "If you hadn't drank that potion and invited your prince's court into your home, you never would have survived this far into your pregnancy. All the groundwork I put in before was only enough to help you survive long enough to make it to my door in the first place." The witch pushed his hair back from his face then reached out and stroked one hand over the swell of Aodhan's stomach, then added, "When the time was right, of course."

"I— what?" Aodhan stammered, anger forgotten in his confusion. Or maybe it was the firm, but gentle press of the other man's hand on his stomach— the longer the witch touched him, the less his body seemed to ache...

"Come now, you don't think just anyone could survive mating with a unicorn, surely?" Eris asked, tone wry but not unkind as he settled in closer to Aodhan so he could touch the man with both hands. "You're very special, you see, my sweet, and your mate has been waiting impatiently for you for so very long."

Horror tried to rear its head but struggled to get anywhere in the face of the witch's gentle ministrations but Aodhan still managed to ask, "What do you—" but stopped as the answer came to him like a bolt out of the blue.

His mother. His own mother, all those years ago, had told him if he'd ever got into trouble he should go and visit the very witch touching him so very tenderly even now.

Recognizing Aodhan's understanding, Eris smiled. "Your mother, poor thing, was having such trouble conceiving...she got so desperate she came to me to solve her problem. I gave her a tincture that would help her bear a child and that child would be...

compatible,

we'll say, with our dear Prince of the Deep Wood."

Tears sprang to Aodhan's eyes as the realization that this truly had been his destiny from birth settled in for him— and all at his own mother's hand. "Why? Why would you make such a child?"

Eris shrugged one elegant shoulder and sent one of his hands to graze lazily up between Aodhan's breasts. "In exchange for arranging what your prince wanted most in all the world, he grants me free reign in his kingdom. It's not just any witch that can come and go freely from the forest's furthest depths, you see." The witched leaned in, then, and kissed away the tears on Aodhan's cheeks even as he let his hand drift to fondle the man's breast. "Don't cry, sweetling, you've fulfilled your destiny— it's a rare man that can claim that honor. You'll live a long,

fulfilling

life at his side— hasn't he already promised you that?"

"I—" Aodhan stammered as doubt began to smother his horror. Maybe Eris was right— maybe it was best to accept the place of honor he had been offered. It wasn't as though he could change anything now, after all...

"I've come to help you through this final leg of your trial, but I'll be taking my payment in advance, if you don't mind." The witch dipped his head and began to suck at Aodhan's nipple, making the man's eyelids flutter shut with a soft moan. The noise dragged out and grew louder when Eris' mouth proved quite insistent, sucking hard at the bud of flesh and tender areola around it so the sweet nectar within gushed forth to flood his mouth.

The witch gulped it down with soft, greedy little moans direct into the plush swell of Aodhan's breast, not taking his mouth away even as he settled onto the grass beside the other man so he could feast more comfortably. "So good, sweetling, you taste

so good,"

Eris gasped between swallows, barely coherent. Aodhan's milk seemed to stoke some sort of blaze within the witch as he started to stroke and grope the pregnant man's massive stomach while he ground his hips against his thigh.

"Eris," Aodhan moaned as he watched the wanton display performed at his own breast. The witch remained the most beautiful human (?) he had ever laid eyes on and to see the man so undone by the pleasures afforded by his pregnant body lit a fire in his own belly. Still leaning back against the tree, pinned in place both by Eris and the weight of the child in his belly, however, there was little Aodhan could do to reciprocate. Honestly, his stomach had grown so massive he had a hard time reaching around it to grab and stroke his cock at this angle, so he suffered pleasurably while Eris continued to feed.

The witch eventually pulled away from Aodhan's nipple with an audible pop, but didn't give the man any respite as he quickly moved to the other side and began to suckle like a starving pup there as well. Aodhan gasped and groaned at the ferocity of it while he reached up and stroked at the spit-slick, abused nipple the witch had abandoned. The tip still oozed milk and the entire areola was swollen and puffy from the assault, and felt incredibly good when Aodhan rolled the nipple firmly between his thumb and finger.

Eris continued to grind against Aodhan's thigh as he fed, but eventually traded that out in favor of fingering himself under the folds of his dark cloak. Even that proved inadequate, however, so the witch sat up sharply, lips wet with Aodhan's nectar, face flushed, and eyes unnaturally bright to declare, "I need—goddess I need to be filled!"

For a brief moment he regarded Aodhan's straining cock, but apparently decided the man's child-heavy stomach would be too difficult to work around. With movements that bordered on the frenzied, Eris undid the clasp of his cloak and shed the tent of dark material, revealing a dazzlingly beautiful body Aodhan was intimately familiar with. Slim and strong with a cunt so desperate for filling it was dripping visibly between his parted thighs...though there was one change the other man hadn't expected—

The witch was with child.

The curve of Eris' belly was modest as yet— likely only in his third or fourth month, but laid out bare in the hazy twilight, it was obvious he was pregnant.

Aodhan stared and Eris smiled, eyes glittering as he allowed his hands to slide over the surface of his stomach. "Surprised? You're not the only one carrying their first child. I won't grow so large as you, of course, but I don't think I mind," he mused teasingly.

"Is it...Is it mine?" Aodhan asked, dry mouthed, eyes locked on the witch's bump, heart pounding behind his ribs. He'd be just about that far along if their frenzied tryst on the riverbank had taken root in the witch's womb...

"Who knows," Eris replied noncommittally with a mischievous smile, but Aodhan was convinced he was, indeed the father. Before he could say anything, however, the witch spoke a few strange words that shook the branches of the tree over head and his body was overcome by a burst of light. When it faded and Aodhan was able to see again, there were two people seated next to him on the grass.

One was the witch, looking the same as he had a moment before, and the other...well, the other was

also

the witch, Aodhan realized with some surprise, but with a more feminine beauty, perfect breasts, and a thick, straining cock hanging between her thighs, oozing precome.

"What— " the man began, but found himself at a loss for words.

Eris— both of him (Her? Them?), smiled slyly at Aodhan and the still pregnant male version said, "Spear and distaff, sweetling. Mine always get a little mixed up but..." he turned to his distaff counterpart and she leaned in and kissed him passionately, taking no time at all to thrust her tongue down her male counterpart's throat. When they came up for air a minute later, she laughed and proclaimed, "Though that's half the fun."