The Elf And The Unicorn

Fauna sat on the altar in the crumbling stone temple, the light that sluiced through the jagged rocks and heavy forest canopy warm on her fair face. She kept her amber eyes shut as she allowed the sun's energy to flow through her. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves and combed through her nearly white blonde hair. It pushed through her thin cloth dress and caressed her narrow body. She welcomed it, as she did with nearly all of nature's gifts. Soon, she would enter the sacred lands at her back, but first she needed to undergo a ritual cleansing. Strange things had been happening in the Woods of Wonder, and it was her duty to discover the source of the happenings.

The breeze grew stronger. It sent her hair flowing like a banner. A cloud veiled the sun, and a trace of the fragrance of rain touched the air. Fauna brought her gaze forward and opened her eyes. Grass crunched just beyond the temple walls. As the beast rounded the corner and came into view, she smiled. When she spoke, her voice was bright and merry like a songbird's call.

"You must be Storm Caller."

The creature nodded. "Indeed I am," it said, its voice deep and rich. Storm Caller was a unicorn with the most striking coat, a swirling mixture of white, greys, and black like an approaching summer storm. Its mane and tail, two grand masses of wavy hair, flowed independent of the wind. Its horn was the color of a lightning bolt, and Fauna could feel the immense power radiating from it even from several yards away. It approached, its hooves clopping against the stone brick floor and crunching the wispy vegetation that ate away the grout. It towered over her, its sky blue eyes fixed on her delicate form. "And you must be Fauna Wistwood."

Fauna nodded, a broad smile stretching across her lips. "Indeed I am."

Storm Caller's tail twitched. "Excellent. Are you ready to undergo the ritual?"

Fauna nodded again.

"Very well." Storm Caller tilted its horn and tapped both of Fauna's shoulders. "Fauna of the elf clan Wistwood, you are about to enter the Woods of Wonder, the most sacred place in the region. But before you can purify others, you must first purify yourself." A chill bloomed in the air, and an aura seemed to crackle from Storm Caller's horn. "Please, open your mouth."

Fauna parted her lips as wide as she could, her strawberry tongue coming to rest just past her teeth.

Storm Caller slipped its horn into her mouth. "Drink the power from my horn."

Fauna did as she was instructed, gently sucking the unicorn's blunt horn, bobbing her head back and forth slightly to help the process along. She could feel the energy trickling through her, running down her throat like water. She suppressed a shiver.

"Feel my might flowing through you."

She imagined the unicorn's aura flowing through her, pouring down her arms and legs. It made her skin tingle.

"With my blessing, you will be able to breathe corrupted air, drink contaminated water, eat impure food, and bestow my blessing onto others to whom you lend your lips."

"Mmm," Fauna hummed. She could feel Storm Caller's power adding itself to hers. She reached up and stroked the horn as she nursed it. She licked the grooves, the energy popping, tingling her tongue.

Storm Caller pulled back, removing its horn from her mouth, and then poked her in the chest. "My blessing will guard your heart. There may be things lurking deep within the Woods, but so long as you keep your heart guarded, they may not infect you. Now, lay on your back and part your legs."

Smirking, Fauna lay on the altar. Her skirt had two long slits on either side, allowing her to do as the unicorn asked.

A cool breeze rolled through the remains of the temple. Fauna shivered. Storm Caller took two half steps closer and lowered its head. The blunt horn grazed her clit as it sought her entrance. The untamed magic pierced through Fauna again, and with it came another shiver and the faint trace of a moan. She reached down and pushed herself open.

Then, Storm Caller pushed its horn inside of her.

The pleasure was unlike anything Fauna had ever experienced.

"The corruption seeks a host. It struggles to spread on its own. It is a disease, a parasite that needs a home. With my blessing, it shan't take root inside of you." With that, Storm Caller began to gently thrust.

Power flowed through her in waves brought on with every pass. Storm Caller's magic danced on her nerves, lighting them like fireflies in the summer, making her feel stronger by the moment. But it wasn't just that. Fauna arched her hips, feeling the blunt horn press against her walls. She suppressed another moan, cupping a hand over her mouth. The hand still on her groin slowly, carefully began tracing her clit. Another wave of pleasure overtook her, and she gasped.

"There is a trace amount of corruption in all of us," Storm Caller continued. Its mane tickled Fauna's thighs as it thrusted. Its horn fit perfectly inside of her, and so there was no risk of skewering her womb. Though its horn was blunt, the experience still would have been much less comfortable had it been just a half inch longer. Storm Caller swiveled its head in a circle, tracing Fauna's walls. "You must let it out before you venture into the darkest part of the Woods, else it will feed on the darkness within you and overpower you."

Hearing this, Fauna allowed her hand to fall from her mouth to her breast. She traced it through the sheer fabric of her dress, teasing herself as the unicorn worked its magic. She focused on the sensations flowing through her; she could feel the grooves swirling across Storm Caller's horn, the way they tickled inside of her; she could feel the power pulsing from it, entering her body, her spirit, strengthening them both; as she stroked her clit, she could feel the power drawing deeper, feel her pleasure mounting, her muscles trembling from the awesome might; she could feel it pooling, nestling in her body, ready to share it with with all she encountered. She gently tweaked her nipple and moaned. She arched her hips again, a silent gesture that she wanted more. Storm Caller obliged. Another gale whispered through the ruins, giving Fauna goosebumps. She stroked her clit faster. The horn throbbed.

"You are nearly ready," Storm Caller said. "Let go of your tension. Clear your mind and focus only on the power coursing through you. My gift is ready. Please receive it."

Another wave shot through Fauna. She gasped, squeezing her breast, gently pressing her clit, her entire body shaking. Storm Caller's horn pulsed. It thrusted a powerful thrust, warranting another gasp. She spread her legs as wide as she could. It thrusted, thrice, four times, five times more, Fauna moaning a bit louder each time. Finally, on the sixth thrust, she screamed. The sound was phantasmic. A gale ripped through the temple as something ethereal filled her completely. She could feel it, though she knew there was nothing physical inside of her. Storm Caller withdrew its horn, now dripping wet.

"You are ready, Fauna," it said. "You are ready to stand against the threats ahead, but remember that you are not immune to the corruption; it can still overtake you if you allow it. There are hazards in these Woods beyond the wickedness that grows at its heart, monsters and hunters who may wish to do you harm. Proceed with caution.

Fauna slowly sat up. She felt cleansed and pure, and more than ready to face the dangers ahead of her. "Thank you, Storm Caller," she said shakily.

The unicorn appeared to grin. "It was my pleasure," it said. It turned and strode back down the overgrown path and disappeared from the temple. The wind that had explored the ruins vanished with it, and the warmth of the sun returned uninterrupted. Fauna took a breath and smiled, basking for another moment before her journey began.