When I rose a few hours later, I felt completely content and happy. My belly seemed to need no food and I took the opportunity to bathe in the pond once more to clean off any traces of the pleasure I had felt during the night's activities. I could not help but smile at the thought of my winged lover returning to my arms later that night and knew with all of my heart the day would drag by. But it did not. I spent time with the unicorn, who never left my side, always standing guard over me, leading me to the best shade places during the hottest parts of the day. And when he let me ride him again, I felt complete pleasure just like the previous ride, gasping as we came to a halt and sliding off of his back, leaving an enormous wet stain behind from my release. As long as my days were like that and my nights were like the previous night, I would never need for anything!
And when the night came, I waited for my dark-loving creature to appear, sitting next to the pond, naked, anticipating his return. I was uncertain why I felt the desire to sit in the darkness without any clothes on my body, waiting on something that was not exactly human to bring each other pleasure. To an outsider, it would probably have not made much sense, but to me, it was all about the waiting and anticipating and then the climb to the highest level of pleasure. When I heard a flapping noise behind me, I leaped to my feet and spun to face the same creature as before. Immediately, he rushed to me, wrapping his arms and wings around me, holding me tightly to his naked body. I heard myself sigh as his hands traced patterns upon my back lovingly and I reached up to trace a finger across his smooth cheek.
"I missed you." I murmured softly, smiling at him and eagerly gave him my lips when he leaned in asking for them with his own. We kissed, sliding our tongues around and around, licking and slurping as much as we could. Tonight, he led me to the softest patch of grass and let me lay upon it as he studied my body in the moonlight. He gently spread my legs apart so that he could get easy access and I wondered if he were going to enter within me. I hoped if he were going to do that, he would go easy on me as I had never had any form of relations with a man being so isolated in the forest with my mother as my only guardian. But his finger just explored. It felt so nice to have him touch me so gently, probing and prodding curiously. I had the desire to do the same for him as I had only gotten a brief glimpse at his manhood before sliding it into my mouth the previous night. When he leaned down and began to lick me in the most sensitive and private of spots, I could not help but gasp in intense pleasure. His lips were parted and his tongue was moist and warm. It was an incredible sensation, much, much more stimulating than when his finger was rubbing there. When he inserted his tongue deeper within me and then sucked gently at first growing more intense afterward, I reacted by bucking and arching my back as the pleasure of release took me over. The world spun for a few seconds as I screeched, my fingers digging into the ground, uprooting the grass as I did. But he was not finished. No, his tongue licked me until I thought he had left no juice, and the sound of his sucking and slurping brought me to further arousal. Once more, I was gasping and screeching in pleasure as he brought me again and again to the pinnacle of pleasure.
