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Monster March: The Unseelie King
🕑 Added 2023-03-20 18:00:02 +0000 UTCThere was a strange taste in the air. As you looked around yourself it was as if everything around you had suddenly changed. It all looked the same, but there was an eerie air about that told you that you were no longer standing on the same earth that you were before. You can’t understand it, so you keep moving forward. You grip the basket in your hand and you pull your cloak around you tighter.
Behind you, on the trail, you hear a noise. You hear the rattling of armor and the hoofbeats of heavy animals. There had been nothing behind you when you started this path. You step aside and watch as a great caravan begins its procession before you. There are knights in armor so bright and shiny it’s like they’re made of mirrors. There are strange creatures with fur as white as snow. There are dancers carrying banners and draped in bells. Then there’s the great carriage. It’s carried by horses as black as tar and eyes shining like gold coins.
You feel fear grip your chest as you look up at it. As it stops in front of you. You feel your heart pump ice, the shards ripping through your body. You become frozen, staring up at the door as it swings open. You don’t remember what comes out for you. All you remember was the door swinging open and a dark voice bidding you forward.
You wake up naked and in a bed covered by sheer curtains. Beyond them, you see shadows flitting about. You hear voices whispering and tittering. As you sit up the room goes quiet and the curtain is pulled back.
“So the newly captured has risen,” the thing at the foot of the bed laughs. Her voice is high and lilting. Her features sharp like the thorns of a rose. Her hair looked like vines. She tugs you from the bed, ripping you out of the sheets and before the rest of those standing around the room.
They’re all naked, and honestly, that’s not the most disconcerting thing. The thing that gave you pause was the fact that all of them were so strange and different. Some looked like the thorny girl leading you out of the room. Others looked like birds or lizards. There was a woman whose bottom half looked like a snake.
The thorny girl leads you into a room and she drapes a robe over you. “Where am I?” You ask her.
She laughs and fluffs your hair. “Don’t worry about that now. You’re here. That’s all there is to it.”
“That still doesn’t help,” you mumble as she smears something on your lips that makes them tingle.
“Now, his Majesty has always had a soft spot for your kind,” she makes a disgusted expression. “Well, certainly not hard,” she laughs at her joke, slapping your shoulder. “But he’s never had the chance to indulge until now. So you’re going to be in for quite the ride, youngling.”
“King?” You gasp.
She looks at you, her eyes so green they look like glass. “Oh yes. He’s going to be fond of you for a while. To be honest, though, the rest of us are going to enjoy the break.”
“Break?” Your mind is racing so fast with so many questions, you’re not quite sure what to ask first.
“You’re a concubine now, youngling.” She taps the tip of your nose. “I hope you’re prepared.”
Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. She pushes you away, leading you through a hidden corridor and out through a door hidden behind a bookcase. She shoves you inside and you fall, tripping over the long robe. You look up, watching as the bookcase slides back into the wall. You feel the ice shards in your veins again. Frozen and eviscerated as you sit on the cold floor.
You’re not sure what to do. How can you even begin to process what has happened? You had been on the road, delivering food to a sick friend. You somehow stumbled off the path and into a whole other world. You look around the room, seeing a large bed before a lit fireplace. You smell something sweet and your stomach growls with hunger.
You stand up, walking slowly towards the fire. You see a table set with food. You look over the meal, seeing cakes and rolls, fat dumplings dripping with sauce. There’s a bowl of soup with little leaf-shaped croutons floating on top. Your stomach growls again and you take one of the dumplings. There were so many whoever was eating wouldn’t notice one missing. You eat it and suddenly you become ravenous. You gulp it down and you start grabbing at more food. You’re soon overstuffed and sated and your curl into a comfortable chair.
As you’re drifting a door opens and closes. You’re half sedated from the heavy food that you barely raise your head. A shadow crosses your vision and then stands before you.
“You ate quite a bit,” a dark voice growls. “Good. I was worried it would take time to make you eat.”
You look up, seeing the tall figure. It was dressed all in black, but white hair poured down their back and shoulders like water. You shift in the chair and try to stand up, but you’re half asleep. The tall figure comes to you and their hand strokes your cheek and a strange finger plays with your bottom lip.
“Soft cheeks, rosy lips. Humans really are like a desert.”
You grab his hand, feeling the strange protruding bones that make it.
“And so warm,” he growls against your ear and you shiver. He lifts you up from the chair and carries you to the bed. “It will be nice having a bedmate who is not made of thorns.”
You try to make their face out through the fog of sleep. It is impossible and soon you’re out like a light. You wake, feeling something heavy on your chest. You glance down, in the dim light, all you see is a pool of white hair. You touch it, running your fingers through it. It’s heavenly. So soft and silky, you’d never touched anything so luxurious in your life. Your own hair is so thick and curly, it’s hard to get a brush even into it.
The creature on your chest stirs, lifting his head. The eyes are all black. They gleam brightly despite the shadows they are made of. The skin is just as white as the hair. He looks chiseled from marble. His features strange and sharp. But he looks inhumanely beautiful. As he looks to face you, you see half of his face is scarred and gray. It’s twisted and melted in strange burns, black veins run along it and around the eye.
“Awake now?” He growls, lifting up above you.
You’ve lost your breath and your voice as you gaze up at him. You’ve never been in the presence of something so…you can’t describe it. But you feel power and strength running from him.
“You do not need to fear me,” he runs a finger down your chest and belly. “I will treat you with the most tender of touches.” His fingers are long and sharp and you count at least four joints in them. His limbs are long and gangly, but he moves like wind and speaks like shadows.
“Tell me your name,” he murmurs into your ear. You feel your body go limp and warm at the same time. “Whisper it to me.”
You do so, murmuring your name to him as his lips brush against your cheek.
“It belongs to me now,” he growls to you. “No one else can speak it again.”
You feel as if you should be afraid, but you feel nothing but calm as his hands roam over your body. He pets you and touches you, feeling every inch of skin.
“I have wanted a human for so long,” he whispers. “Now that I have you I’m not quite sure what I should do.”
You swallow as your throat is so tight. “I want to go home,” the words slip out.
“You are home,” he whispers. “You are safe and loved with me.” He cups your cheeks between his large palms. “You will be pampered and worshipped. You will be happy here, I promise.”
“But-” you whimper.
He hushes you, placing his finger on your lips. “I am your master now. Put everything you have into me and let yourself go.”
Your body feels warm and strange. His touch and words make you melt and go weak. Your pinch your thighs together as the heat grows from your loins.
“You are mine now,” he snarls into your ear. “You silly, delicate, human,” he kisses you and to your shock, you kiss back. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slips inside. It’s long and slimy, it twists around your tongue and you suck upon it. He chuckles, his fingers dancing on your skin.
“Tell me what you want,” he snarls into your ear. “Is there any pain I can take away from you?”
You whimper, slipping your hand between your thighs where the heat had become a dull ache. “Yes,” the words slip out again. You’ve never been this honest before.
“Where?” He bites your ear and then licks down your neck.
“Here.” You move your hand and open your things so his hand can touch. “I want you to touch me here.”
His fingers stroke your folds and open them. They touch your dewy lips and feel the wetness that is seeping out. “You should have told me sooner,” he groans. “I would hate to think of my favorite suffering so.” He slips a finger inside and you shudder with pleasure. It’s just a finger but it feels so good inside.
“I see,” he growls. “I am learning to like humans even more.” He removes his finger then raises your legs above your head. He pets your thighs and rear then moves between them. His cock rubs against you and you breath shudders in excitement.
It is sharp at the head with a bulbous lip below it. It then has bumps along the sides and thickens at the base. It’s dark in color, fading to white. He coats it in your nectar, rubbing to your lips and clit before you feel it push at your entrance.
“It won’t take long until you forget what being a human was.” He growls to you as if reciting a lullaby. “Not that you will care about this.” He slips inside you and you squeeze around him, holding him in place.
He grunts, a dark snarl escaping his throat as he fills you completely. You feel him twitch inside and a slight smirk crosses your lips.
“I will not let you undo me so easily, human.” He presses his finger to your lips. “No one has ever bested me.”
You lick his finger on your lips, your tongue curling around it and you pop it into your mouth. He snarls at you, his lip curling up over the jagged teeth behind it. He pushes deeper, somehow. He stretches you and grinds against you. He pulls out, rubbing to your folds again before pushing deep inside. You feel his pulse shuddering inside you. Every thrust it gets a little deeper, heavier. You squeeze him with your inner walls and you wrap your legs around him. You bid him deeper and harder.
His hips are jerking. You feel an animal impulse come over him. He snarls and grunts as he fucks you into the bed. His tongue lolls from out of his mouth and his saliva splashes onto your body. Looking up, you see his eyes have gone white and there seems to be a vacancy to his expression.
You squeeze again and suddenly you feel it. The warm gush of his cum as he releases inside you. His pained roar and his tensed limbs as he goes stiff. His hips jerk and buck, lifting you from the bed for a moment. Globs of him cum leave your sex as he pulses. He shudders and gasps, slipping out from inside you. He watches your sex as his cum dribbles out. The black returns to his eyes and you see a look cross his face.
He looks enraged.
“Human,” his voice is singsong. “Look what you’ve made me do.”
You slip your hand between your thighs. “You’ll have to tell me, my master.”
His lip curls up again and he bares his sharp teeth at you. “Did you even enjoy me? Or were you just torturing me?”
“I enjoyed it,” your breath flutters. “But you finished faster than me.”
His hand snaps out and grabs your cheeks. “Not only have you made a foolish mistake, but you have sealed your fate.” He presses two fingers inside you and you whimper. He moves them slowly, crooking them so they rub the pleasurable spot inside of you.
“I thought humans would be the easiest of prey,” he growls as he moves inside you. “I underestimated you and you slit my throat because of it.”
“No, no,” you whimper. You gasp and arch your back as he pushes harder.
“Do you know what happens when I release my seed inside a lover?” He snarls. You can barely hear him, all your blood is rushing elsewhere. “Do you know what happens when a lover takes my seed inside?”
You cry out, wailing as a shock rattles your body. You squeeze your thighs around his wrist as he continues to tickle you inside.
“You will bare my child,” he snarls. “It is inevitable. You tricked me and you stole part of me.” He pants, watching you writhe. “I bet you were waiting for me on that road.”
“No,” you pant, “I had no clue-” you moan.
“I was warned about women and humans.” He spreads your thighs more and thrusts his hard cock back inside you.
You wail out, nearly screaming as you come undone around him.
“That should have been the first time,” he laughs. He thrusts into you, deep and fast. This time he is set to torture you. “I’ll give you more,” he gropes your chest with hard fingers. “I’ll give you ever drop of me. You’ll give me my heir and then I will fill you again.”
“Please!” You’re begging surprises you.
He laughs and kisses you. His lips surprisingly tender. “I’ll give you everything,” he breathes. “But you will have to earn it.”
You moan, squeezing around him as another shock runs through your veins.
“I can already see you changing,” he growls. “You’ll anger a lot of people, you understand? But you have me. So there is nothing they can do.”
You bite your lip, holding back another wail of pleasure.
“I will do everything for you. All because you tricked me.” He kisses your neck and cheek and bites your shoulder. “I will take what is mine, do not worry about the price you will pay.”
You touch his face, petting the marble and the ruined. “Take everything from me too,” you mewl to him. “I don’t want to know anything else.”
He grins wickedly. “Humans are so easy.” He kisses you, tender and gentle again. His hips roll inside you. His lips part yours so that he can moan inside again. He releases, thick and warm inside of you. You gasp, feeling your body rocked to the core. You squeeze onto his arms as you back arches.
He chuckles, kissing your neck and chest. “You’ll be a perfect vessel,” he snarls. “My heir will be warm and snug inside you.” He kisses your belly. “Right here, they slumber.”
You try to shoo away the stars in your eyes as he speaks. As you do, you see your skin as turned to marble. You sit up, staring at your hands. Your whole body in fact as changed. Your hair is still as thick and uncontrollable as before, but it is as white and soft as his.
“You look stunning, little human,” he then laughs. “Oh excuse me, my little queen.” He kisses you and you whimper at his kiss.
“Queen?” You mewl.
“The gift of my seed is a better proposal than any diamond a human can find,” he laughs smugly. “You received it twice in a row. You must have been earned some luck.”
You look up at him, your heart racing as he smiles like that. It is cocky and smug, but there is something about it that is unbearably seductive. “How do you know I would say yes?” You ask. “I only just met you.”
“Your body said yes,” he kisses your cheek. “Quite a few times.” He looks into your eyes. “Would you say no?”
“I don’t know,” you whisper. “You’re a first.”
“Last, as well,” he murmurs warningly into your ear. “Only.”
You melt a little bit. You hold his hand to your cheek. “Only,” you whisper back.
He touches your face and pets your wild hair. “I am far too young for this. My father was twice my age before he sired me and took my mother.”
“How old are you?” You ask.
“To a human?” He thinks for a moment, his lashes lowering. “Three thousand.”
Your jaw drops and you’re stunned. He just smiles that seductive smile and kisses your mouth until it is shut.
“I am young,” he replies. “And I have a voracious appetite. That is why I have my concubine.” He whispers to you. “Now, I only have you to feed me.”
Your face burns and you bite your lip. “Well…I suppose that’s ok.”
He laughs, kissing you again before wrapping your robe around you. “I have a lot to explain, I can see that. But for now, I want to enjoy my new bride before the brats start falling out of you.” You scowl at him and he laughs. “Excuse me, before you have our lovely children.”Female Reader x male Monster
The house has been a thunderstorm since the news arrived. Everyone and everything inside had been preparing. Everything you grew up with is now different and new. The furniture, the paint, even some of the paintings that hang on the wall. Usually, this would be something you would welcome. The house needed to be painted, the furniture needed to be refurbished. Your wardrobe had also been completely replaced and your mother insisted you go on a diet and start waist training. Of course, you tried to put your foot down on this. You refused the waist training but your mother still bought your corsets. You ignored the diet but your family tried to play like the food they were receiving wasn’t a change.
All of this for a lousy guest. Just because it was a Unicorn everyone thought they had to stop and adapt their lives to his every need and fancy. It didn’t matter if you were fat. He still wouldn’t give two shits about you. All he cared about was himself that was the most obvious thing. Unicorns were royal from birth. They were born and raised knowing they were the most beautiful and desired creatures in the world. If a Unicorn decided to grave you with its presence then you had to bend to them.
Your family’s home had been chosen by such a Unicorn for his winter vacation. Your home was located near a valuable hot spring and as such your home was warm year round. So, in order to accommodate your new guest, the royal family paid your parents to renovate, redecorate, and prepare for him. To you, it was all a ridiculous farce. You didn’t care for this Unicorn and whatever it meant. You didn’t see this as a blessing. He was a curse.
On the day of his arrival, you’re stuffed into a corset and dress. It’s hard for you to breathe and even though it is the middle of Fall it is rather hot outside. You stand by your parents waiting for the procession to arrive. First, all his luggage arrives. It’s carted in and set up by the staff. Next is his own personal staff arrives and they are whisked off. After that there is another carriage stuffed with luggage, it’s all you can do to keep from rolling your eyes. After that is taken care of he finally shows up.
Before he even steps out of the carriage you go down like a ton of bricks. You care barely breathe and you have gotten so hot in the stuffy dress. Your parents fall to your side trying to get you up. They fan you and your mother begins to panic.
You wake up later in bed. Your sides ache, bruised purple and brown and yellow from the corset. One of the maids pours you water and you guzzle it down like you’re lost in the desert.
“I suppose I ruined everything,” you huff when your mother comes inside.
Your mother pats your hand. “He says it happens all the time.”
You frown and stare. “Passing out from heat stroke and not enough breath? That happens to him all the time?”
“No, no, passing out from seeing him.”
You glare at your mother more and she rolls her eyes. “I know you didn’t. You went before he even came out of the carriage. But for the sake of peace lets-”
You scoff, “you want me to pretend I didn’t almost die? That I fainted because I was so impressed by him?”
“Just for the time being.”
You sigh and shake your head. “Fine,” you murmur.
“He wants to see you,” she whispers to you, sounding almost apologetic.
A moment later your doors open and she stands up. You look up as he strolls inside. He’s tall and lean. He wears billowing, flowing sheers clothes that show off the pure whiteness of his skin. There are soft, pink patches on his neck and chest. He has long, cascading hair white than snow and softer than silk. His long, elegant legs end in hooves that are shined to a near gloss. His face is long and strange. His features narrow and his eyes bulbous. The horn that shoots from the center of his forehead is like opal and shimmers with a radiance you’ve never seen.
You understand in that moment the power the Unicorns hold and why they are considered so valuable. You almost forget you hate him. You pull the cover-up, hoping to hide.
His hand touches your forehead. It’s cool and smooth like marble. “Poor girl,” his voice is a luxury itself. “Don’t be embarrassed, many women and even men have fallen because of my radiance.”
You snap back to reality and you gently reject his touch. “It was heat stroke and the fact I was packed into a corset tighter than a sausage.”
You mother hides her gasp the best she can.
He stares at you, lips parted and his perfectly pink tongue glued to the roof of his mouth. “I see.” He stands. “I told you, there was no need to be-”
“I’m embarrassed, for certain. My parents have worked hard to see to your comfort to even ask me to change my life in ways I don’t wish to discuss with you.” You stand up before him despite how badly your sides ache. “Let me walk you to the door. I’m certain you’re exhausted from your journey.” You lead him to the door and open it for him.
He glances down at you and rolls his eyes before he leaves. Things don’t get any smoother between you two from there. For the first few days of his stay, you’re relegated to your room to recover. You wish you could lock yourself away all winter, but your mother has begged for your help.
Once the pain of the bruises has dulled you leave your room and help your mother with the influx of guests that have been arriving to meet the Unicorn. Every so often, especially during the mornings, you will have a brush with him.
He goes to bed early and sleeps in. You figure that would make it easy for you to avoid him. Unfortunately, his room is close to yours. So in order for you to go to and from your room, you often pass him. He usually wakes up after tea and you come across him as he leaves.
“Good morning,” you say to him. “Your beauty rest is working.”
He looks at you as if some dirty child as passed by. He then plasters on a serene smile you know has taken him ages to perfect. “Why thank you. I see they made muffins again with tea.”
It takes you all your strength not to deck him. You return his smile and walk away. One day you learn he’s requested for you to join him for his breakfast. It’s a request you’re loathe to accept but you do so anyways. You feel too afraid to turn your parents down.
He lets you into his room. He’s dressed in a glimmering and sheer robe that has fur on the cuffs and neck and hem. He has that serene smile plastered on his face as he greets you.
“So glad you could join me.” He shuts the door.
“So I am.” You mimic his tone. “Although, I am quite surprised by your request.” You take a seat and pour yourself a cup of coffee.
He takes a seat and tosses his hair over his shoulder. “I’ve yet to enjoy your company, one on one,” he replies. “I’ve been wanting to get to know you better.”
You glance up at him. You’re once again glamoured by him. He’s beautiful and strange in all the right ways. You can’t quite look away from him. You feel your cheeks burn and your heart hammer.
You distract yourself by taking a drink. “You’re only here for a winter.”
He serves you a bowl full of berries and cream. “But I have been told it is to be a long winter. I wish to surround myself with friends wherever I go.”
You take a bite of the breakfast and wonder what the rest of his diet consists of. “Friends or followers?” You retort. You then regret the barb.
He smiles and tilts his head. “You don’t like me do you.”
You avoid looking at him.
“No, no, I want you to be honest,” his voice is gone of the false sincerity. The room even feels colder. The chill radiates from him and you are forced to look to him. “Please,” you feel frost nip your nose. “I want to know the truth.”
“I don’t,” you gasp out.
He looks down at you and you bite the inside of your cheek. “How strange,” he scoffs and he takes a sip of his coffee. “Not only do you not like me, you do not seem influenced.”
You swallow your heart back. Your throat feels suffocatingly tight. “Influenced?”
He shakes his head and scoffs. “Never mind,” he waves his hand at you. “You can go. I’m done with you for today.”
You roll your eyes and stand up. “Thank you for the meal,” you mutter.
“You could stand to miss a few,” he grumbles under his breath.
Your skin prickles and look at him. You feel so angry. The cold in the room is nothing compared to the fire you feel inside. To your shock though, you don’t lash out. You don’t even leave the room. You just cry.
You start sobbing there in the center of his room. He stands in shock, staring down at you as you blubber. And this isn’t just any crying. You can tell for a fact that this is the ugliest cry of your life.
“Now stop that,” his voice trembles. He touches the top of your head for the briefest of seconds. “Stop. I take it back.” He huffs and frowns. “I said stop!”
“I ca-han-han-han-n’t!” You wail loudly.
“Why are you crying then?” He snaps at you, stomping his hoof.
You sniffle and sob, plopping down on his bed as your cry to stop the tears. “I know I’m fat and ugly,” you whimper. “I just…because of you, no one wills top reminding me!”
He huffs and touches the top of your head again. “Because of me?”
You slap his hand away. “Yes!” You snarl. “Because of you everything has to be beautiful and perfect and pure and-” you blow a loud raspberry. “And I am none of those things! I am fat and ugly and stupid!”
“You’re…not?” His attempt is weak.
You rub your eyes and sniffle. “I am honestly sorry,” you whisper. You stand up, your eyes swollen and red. You nose running. “I did not mean to let this out…here.” You shake your head. “I’ll leave now,” you mutter. You feel so horribly defeated. “Please forgive me or forget me. I don’t care which.” You leave, going to your room to cry more over everything else.
The next day when you wake up you feel as if a huge weight has lifted from your chest. You feel a sense of calm and peace. You step outside onto your balcony, seeing that it is a gray and rainy day. You stand there, watching the rain for a moment until there is a knock at your door.
You slip on a robe. “Coming,” you call. You answer the door and are shocked to see the Unicorn standing there. “Oh,” you gasp.
“Wait,” he puts his hand on the door. “I couldn’t sleep last night.” His voice is soft and quiet. “I kept thinking about what you said.”
You shake your head, feeling your face burn. “You really shouldn’t have. It wasn’t worth the time.”
“But it was!” He gasps. “I can’t explain but let me try again.” He clasps his hands over his chest. “Let me have breakfast with you today.”
You look down at the floor. “I told you it doesn’t matter.”
“But it does,” he puts his hand on your cheek. “I want to know you. For real this time.”
You shake him away and sigh. “I suppose I should try too,” you mutter but you don’t believe yourself.
“I owe you an apology,” he whispers and then he disappears down the hallway.
You sigh and return to your room. An hour passes and there is another knock. He comes in, his staff bringing in a meal. He sits down at the table and pours two cups of coffee. “Come, sit with me.”
You hesitate and take the seat.
“I don’t often do this but,” he frowns. “Forgive me?”
“Ah…uh,” you’re not sure what to say.
“I said I don’t do it often,” he huffs. “I am genuinely sorry that my actions were so unbearable to you. I was not aware of your feelings.” He then sighs. “I’m not aware of anyone’s apparently.”
“Is that what kept you up?” You ask.
“Yes,” he mutters. “I told you yesterday. I’m not used to people not being influenced by me.” His eyes study you then he looks away. “That’s what Unicorns do. That’s how we have the rank that we do. We have power over mortals. Influence.”
Your eyes widen. “Oh.”
“So when you weren’t impressed it was a bit of a shock to me. I said something horrible and it only added to a stress that I was the cause of. I do want your forgiveness. I was cruel.”
You sigh. “I understand. I’m actually impressed you’re attempting to make it better.”
“You aren’t ugly,” he whispers. “You’re a very lovely woman. I’m sorry I ever made a beautiful creature to feel beneath their station.”
You smile shyly. “Thank you.”
Over the next few days, he continues to join you for breakfast. Not much else can be done except lounge around the house as the storm rages. It has been raining nonstop for days now. So, to your surprise, you have been enjoying his presence.
One morning, after the doors close and you’re alone he dips down and kisses you. His lips are soft and smooth. His tongue touches to your lips for a brief moment and then he stands up. You feel breathless and you feel strange and warm.
“What was that?” You ask.
“A gift,” he swallows. He clears his throat. “Was it not good enough?”
“I’m not sure,” you whisper. “It was a little fast.”
He bends over again. He tilts up your chin and presses his lips to yours again. You press your hands to his chest and kiss back. He pulls back and his breath shudders.
“Better?” He whispers.
You bite your lip and smile. “Yeah,” you stand on tiptoe to kiss him again and his tongue licks your lips this time. It trails down your jaw and chin and you moan as he bites your neck.
He pulls back. “Forgive me.”
You touch your neck and glance up at him. “No. I liked it.”
He slides his hand under your robe, opening it up and pushing your clothes to the floor. You try and cover yourself but he bats your hands away and runs his hands down your body. You feel ashamed, standing bare before such a beautiful creature.
“So soft,” he admires.
“Please…don’t,” you whimper and he kisses you again.
“Let me show you my feelings,” he whispers into your ear. You shudder and nod.
He takes you to your bed, setting you on it. He strips before you, revealing his bare body. He’s so perfect and lovely. The white and pink of his body stunning. He crawls up onto the bed and nestles beside you. He pulls you into his lap so you lounge against his chest. His hand pets down your chest and belly. His hand then slips between your thighs and he massages and rubs your mound.
“What are you-” you mewl.
He nips your cheek and ear. “Perhaps I am not a romantic,” he whispers. “I am not educated in romance. But I want to give it to you.”
You blush, “me?”
He licks your ear as his long fingers slip between your folds. “Who else?”
You shiver and whimper, clinging to him as he touches you. His fingers skilled, easily coaxing from you sounds of pleasure.
“Unicorns mate for life,” he murmurs. “I am ready to give you mine.”
You tremble, hiding your face but he brings it back. His hand around your chin. His eyes are soft as he gazes upon you. “You don’t want me,” you whisper.
He smiles, kissing you softly as he fingers coax another sigh from your lips. “I know exactly what I want.”
You stretch and kiss him, rolling on top of him and sucking his tongue. He rolls you over and towers over top of you. Below, you see the flared head of his cock. It’s perfectly pink and huge. You bite your lip as he slides between your legs and presses to your sex. He grunts, biting his lip. You mewl as he enters you. His thickness opens you wide and you can feel him reach every inch of you.
He whinnies and bucks. His back arching as he tries to keep himself still. He gasps out and his horn glows brightly. You touch his chest and squeeze around him. His hips bucks and he pulls back. He pushes back in and you can feel him in your belly. He moves slow, trying to endure.
You mewl to him, tugging him down to kiss. As you lick his lips he moans out loud. His whole body spasms and shakes and you feel him gush inside of you. You whimper as he pulls out. He gasps and grunts, an irritated look on his face.
“That was not what I intended,” he mutters, kissing you.
You smile. “I knew you couldn’t be all perfect.”
He scoffs, his kisses trailing down your chest and stomach. “Allow me to make up for my overeagerness.”
You giggle then sigh. Glancing down you watch his tongue laps over your folds. He cleans up his mess and worships you.His kisses peppering your thighs and lips. He sucks your clit and licks. His dark eyes flicking up to you and you marvel at him. He moans, pressing his tongue inside and his nose ruts to your clit. You feel a swelling inside. Like a bubble growing too large. You gasp and shudder as the bubble bursts and you cry out. You grip his hair a little too hard and he chuckles as he lifts up.
“My scalp is delicate love,” he whispers.
“Sorry,” you meet his kiss and smile. “I got lost for a second.”
He smiles and kisses your cheek. “I promise. After breakfast, I’ll give you everything I intended.”
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Carollc
Hi! I'm not sure if this was the goal, but there are 2 stories in this post. I think the last one shouldn't be there.
