Miriel's steps barely made a sound as she stalked the forest. It was a clear night, and a particularly bright half-moon projected long shadows over the thick vegetation.
She always worked better at night; despite having lived on the surface for years now, the darkness always felt more like home.
The forest was full of sounds. Those who did not prowl it at night might imagine it quiet and sleepy, but like herself, there was a whole world of creatures that existed away from the light.
Such as her target for this outing. Something as far as she knew no one had ever been able to capture yet, an elusive black unicorn.
Even from before her escape to the surface, Miriel had been trained and focused on the art of capturing the mythical and dangerous, pushing aside all other distractions and relationships.
Her prowess had garnered her accolades in the world below, but these meant nothing unless you were part of one of the leading families, and thus, she was used more as a tool than a person, always walking on the edge, waiting for that day when she was suddenly not useful any more and discarded like a broken tool.
Hence, her escape.
The surface people were strange and alien to her. So close to each other and open with their thoughts and feelings, not knowing how others might use them against them.
Thus, she had kept to herself, living alone, and offering her services to those that could afford them; making a nice and comfortable life for herself, and without the fear of one day being betrayed by a moody Matron.
Her employer this time was some kind of wizard or witch, who was fascinated with such a creature, that for the longest time was believed to be a myth, which Miriel found funny as unicorns were already so rare as to be mythical themselves.
As she stepped into a small clearing, the air seemed to glow with an eerie light, almost like a fog.
Fae land, she thought to herself.
She had already been stalking the forest for 3 nights straight trying to find leads to her quarry, and her efforts seemed to have paid off.
At least, for now.
She carefully moved around the clearing, keeping her grey eyes opened for anything out of the ordinary.
Normally unicorns fled when in the presence of certain creatures they deemed impure or malicious, but if her sources were correct, her quarry did not do the same, and instead seemed to stalk those that caught its eye from a safe distance.
Unicorns were famed for their healing powers, capable of curing any malady known to mortals, but it was much less clear what a black unicorn could do.
Miriel was very much banking on the idea that their powers should be similar, with just a different colouration, as often things were that simple.
She readied her hand crossbow, the bolt loaded in it coated in a powerful mixture of arcane plants that could knock out even a dragon.
There was no bait she could use, so her instincts were the only thing she had for this, which were telling her to wait here.
So she patiently did so, as her hair, braided into a long and thick ponytail, gently swayed in the breeze.
Her body grew stiff as the hours passed by, but she was used to the aching. Keeping her mind focused was way harder, as the quiet murmur of the forest could very easily put one to sleep.
It was then, after gods know how long waiting, that she observed a glint in the darkness ahead of her on the other side of the clearing.
Whatever it was it shone like a ruby poking through the shadows, giving her a chill that shot down her spine.
All the sound in the forest stopped, and Miriel held her breath, as if hoping to not give away her position.
Slowly, the creature trotted into the light, poking part of its body out from the trees. Visually, it looked like a horse, a big majestic horse, with lustrous fur dark as ebony, and powerful muscles that would have put any mortal stallion to shame.
But even just by looking at it, it was obvious that it was not just an animal.
There was an aura of power that suffused his being, as if it was raw animalistic essence trapped inside flesh.
As expected, it had a single beautiful horn on its forehead, though this one was of a blood-like crimson.
Its red eyes shone with intelligence, and Miriel could have sworn it was smiling.
She readied her weapon and slowly aimed at the creature from the bushes.
But just as she was about to shoot, it looked at her.
And not just glanced in her general direction, it looked straight at her, his eyes piercing her with a malicious look.
This startled Miriel so much that her heart skipped a beat, and she lost her aim, the bolt flying dangerously close to the unicorn's chest, but missing it.
"Fuck," she muttered to herself.
But before she could run, his look intensified, bathing her in an odd magical aura.
Her body felt heavy and warm, the thin leather and linen she wore to avoid making too much noise while prowling choking her.
A whine escaped her mouth as she dropped her crossbow and struggled not to fall to her knees.
The unicorn advanced towards her, the horn on its forehead shining with a dim purple light that invaded Miriel's thoughts, making it difficult to think.
With a grunt, the hunter fell to her knees, struggling not to moan from the pressure she was feeling on her flesh.
"Well, well, well..." said the unicorn, with a deep masculine voice that appeared to come from his mouth despite it not moving, "it seems a dumb little whore was trying to hunt something she shouldn't..."
Miriel shot a defiant look back at his quarry, she did not take kindly to insults, even when her back was against the wall.
"Fuck you, equine asshole, if you are going to kill me get on with it," she said, her hands fighting to reach the knife on her belt.
The unicorn chuckled and lowered his head, looking at her more intensely, the glow from his eyes and horn shining brighter.
To her shock, a shiver of arousal travelled through Miriel's body, crossing every fibre of her being before exploding on her lower lips.
The dark elf moaned like a whore, quickly covering her mouth in shame after doing so.
"What the fuck are you doing to me?!" she asked in frustration, still trying to fight whatever was holding her down.
Once more, the unicorn chuckled.
"I'm intensifying your lust, slut, it's particularly easy with a repressed bitch like yourself," he said licking her face slowly, making jolts of delight spread through her ebony skin, "you really picked the wrong quarry."
Tears of rage started flowing from Miriel's eyes, who with a roar placed all her focus onto retrieving her knife, throwing her hands at her belt.
But, instead of the sound of a blade being unsheathed, a loud ripping sound followed her sudden movement.
She had ripped her tight linen shirt around her belly, exposing all her midsection and the lower part of her tightly bound breasts.
The unicorn laughed out loud.
"You can't wait to take all of those stupid clothes off, can you?" he said as he paced around her, drinking her visage from all sides.
"What's going on? Get out of my head?!" she said, struggling to not rip her clothes further.
"You dumb cunt, mind control is so uncouth, my power is way more interesting and raw," he said with a ping of pride, "I can just exacerbate what's already inside you."
"And by the gods you are one horny little bitch," he said, letting his words stab her.
"Lies! I'm no horny slut controlled by her body," she said as her hands continued to rip her shirt, fully exposing her bound breasts.
"You are, you dumb cunt, you just live in denial about it and repress it so much inside you, I only needed one look to make you break," he said, his words full of smugness.
Miriel grit her teeth, trying with all her will to slam and lock the door on her impulses, but it felt as if an imp inside her head kept unlocking the door and throwing it open.
"It's cute to see you resist in vain...but it bores me," said the magical equine, as he lowered his head towards her, aiming the tip of her horn between her eyes.
The glow coming from it intensified, washing over the hunter as a flood of repressed emotions and desires rushed to the surface, making her skin crawl and her nethers quiver.
With the sluttiest moan that had ever left her lips, Miriel's eyes went blank and she orgasmed so hard it felt as if she was about to split in half.
A lustful haze enveloped her, and as her eyes refocused, she could not help but become utterly enthralled with the stallion's erection, which had grown just as she broke under his magic.
The hunter literally drooling looking at the massive equine phallus poking from below he who had been her quarry, pulsating with vigour.
"Go on slut, I know you're dying to taste it," he said, with something akin to a smug expression on his inhuman face.
As much as she hated herself for it, she could not deny it, even the magical beast's smell was driving her insane.
She tried to crawl under him, but before she could do so, one of his hooves stomped in front of her, blocking her path.
"Tits out first, slut," he said, with what looked like a grin on his equine face.
The hunter groaned in exasperation and drew her knife from her belt, but after a moment of furious hesitation, proceeded to cut her bindings, letting her generous breasts bounce free.
