Haley Thistle
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The Unicorn's Visit
🕑 Added 2023-01-22 19:00:01 +0000 UTCI think the Unicorn was one of the hardest creatures I worked to bring to life. I didn't want it to be just the unicorn we all know, I wanted to make a real monster out of the image. he turned out to be quite the spoiled, entitled brat, but I think he was made lovable by the end.
Female Reader x Male Monster
Originally Posted: November 1st, 2017
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.”
