Taken by Unicorns (2 page)

And then it was Merrick who came first, flooding her in front with his pearly seed. Vivienne parted her mouth around the horn to let out a moan of desperation and wonder, pleasure rippling through her body in a desperate rush. Merrick slowly withdrew from her, then slowly guided her body downward. All the while, the unicorn in her back didn't skip a beat as he followed the m otion, stretching her widely and sending sharp bolts of sensation all through her body. She was pressed down onto another of the unicorns who was laying back, and she felt him enter her, passage slickened by Merrick's issue which still lingered inside of her, on her thighs. Vivienne moaned once more, then closed her lips back around the horn-- now two horns that were in her mouth, thrusting in alternating motion. Hands guided her in the new position, thrusting her entire body against the new unicorn who was vigorously working his hips from below. Her whole body tingled with something far greater than pleasure, and she tried her best to impart that to the cocks inside of her down low, the horns that were in her mouth.

In tandem, the first horn in her mouth and the cock up her bottom began to spurt, flooding her from both sides. In her mouth, the seed was as wondrous-tasting as it was every time, sweet as honey and sparkling on her tongue. It brought a myriad of flavours with each second it spent on her tongue, tasting like nothing so much as a liquid rainbow. She gulped it down, swallowing every last drop as that horn slid from her, and her lips closed tight around the remaining horn in her mouth. One of her hands was guided from the unicorn beneath her's chest and closed tightly around something warm. It took her a moment to realize what it was, but it lacked the spiraling feel of a horn so she knew that it must be someone's cock. She started rubbing it, squeezing it, feeling it all over and just enjoying the thing offered to her. In back, another entered into her tight, but thoroughly slickened bottom. Vivienne moaned almost helplessly at the sensation, as her bottom squeezed tightly in welcome. Yes, this was the perfect offering. With so many unicorns in her at once, with all of her preparations, this would ensure that she would become pregnant, first by this and then by all the others in turn.

That thought was enough to send her hips working all the more vigorously at the unicorn beneath her, made her lips close tighter around the horn, slurping at it, feeling every last contour of the horn in her mouth. She kept squeezing and rubbing the cock in her hand, as swiftly and firmly as she could manage, wanting to draw every bit of seed out. She needed it in her, on her, everywhere. It was the most important thing, to breed her and keep her being bred. She was the one after all. She would keep the unicorns, their entire people alive.

And if just the thought of becoming pregnancy was enough to make her work harder to pleasure the unicorns, the thought of what she would do for them was enough to send her pleasure into a glorious crescendo. She moaned and moaned and moaned, tongue skipping against the horn in her mouth. Vivienne trembled and shook, overwhelmed entirely by the wonder and sensation the unicorns gifted her. Somehow they sensed that too, and one by one each began to flood her with his seed. First came the one deep inside her pussy, his seed mingling with what Merrick had already left in her there. Then in her mouth, the horn too came, a wondrous flood that was too much of a rush for her to gulp down, and it burbled past her lips even as she frantically swallowed every delicious drop. In her hand, she felt the cock tremble, then her back sang with joy as the warm flood of seed spilled out over it, pooling in the crevice of her spine, into the small of her back. And lastly, in her bottom came the last of the unicorns inside her, practically bursting to fill her with that rush of magical fluid.

For a few moments, Vivienne panted desperately, tongue reaching out for the liquid that she could reach. Eventually, they slowly drew out of her, and she felt several hands lift her up and start carrying her. Vivienne peeled her eyes open, now that she was not in fear of drowning in sensation. Merrick's face was the first she saw, smiling down at her. "Do you think... that will satisfy the ritual, love?" he asked. "We're carrying you to the bathing pools, so we can all wash up, after that."

Vivienne smiled, a shy, exhausted smile. "Yes. It will, I felt the magic... coming down on me, in the midst of it. I'm certain now. I'm sure it won't hurt if we repeat this part of it later, though. But for now... ah, yes, just a bath." And she and the other unicorns shared a small little laugh that made her truly feel that she was the perfect one to be the mother of more unicorns.

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volume 1:

Faerie Slave Fuck

Ever since his parents had died, Ashendis, Lord Marain, had been swamped with news, and none of it good. He sifted through yet another letter demanding payment for the former Lord and Lady's expenditures, then just buried his face in his hands. He paid off one and another two sprang up.

A noble house in good standing wouldn't have such trouble with it, but the family's estates were close to the front, and had been alternately stripped to provision the armies and razed to prevent being used for that. They wouldn't produce anything for years, if they ever did again. Ash dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, as if that would make the stacks of parchment go away. Some of this spending had been beyond excessive, too. Paying for his family's legitimate expenses was bad enough, but now he'd been caught needing to deal with the strings of shadier and shadier deals his father had made as his health deteriorated.

With the estates milked dry, he'd had to turn to stripping the townhouse in order to make up these debts. If paying them off beggared him, it would be better than if he wound up dead or worse from non-payment. He'd stripped every room he could, leaving most of the building to fall into disrepair. But there was no income to that; once a furnishing had been sold off, there wasn't any more coming from it after.

"Excuse me, my Lord," came the meek voice of his one remaining family heirloom. The nymph Anthea was certainly the most expensive thing he owned, which made her nearly impossible to sell. The elder fae sold them off but rarely, for reasons only they could fathom, and they were quickly snapped up. In better times, a slave who would so readily follow any order and live to be passed down for several generations was a valuable commodity, but the war had tightened everyone's pockets. No, he was stuck with her, thank all the gods that whatever she fed on was nothing he needed to pay for.

Ash looked up and waved her over. She was carrying another damnable slip of parchment, sealed with dark wax. He rubbed his forehead and sighed. "What is it? Bring that here." He held a hand out for it, dreading the inevitability of its contents.

She placed the letter in his hand, fingers brushing lightly against his. She clasped her hands together lightly before herself once he took it, eyes properly downcast. "A courier brought it for you, master. He said to give it to you directly, but nothing more." He caught her sneaking a peek up at him as he looked down at the seal, trying to recognize the mark. He considered chastising her for it but dismissed the notion. Her behaviour was flawless otherwise, and her fate was in question, much as he put off the notion of selling her off for far less than she was worth. As differently as the fae saw the world, she had to be aware of that much.

No good. He couldn't recognize the seal at all. Ash sighed and broke it, unfolding the fine parchment. He did groan upon reading it, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd been brought down to needing to pay the dwarfs for the jewels his father had draped his mistresses in. Had that damnable man not paid for
anything
in the last few years of his life? And of course those women had long since made off with the jewels. And why the dwarfs? The dwarfs could be reasonable, but when they got fed up with you, they came at you with axes. Ash threw his head back in sheer frustration, and in that moment the glimpse he caught of the slender, obedient nymph that awaited a word from him. He nearly fell back in his chair, then caught himself, stupefied for a moment.

The idea was so obvious, he wondered why it never occurred to him before. The stress, maybe? He beckoned the nymph closer with a single crooked finger, then turned a critical eye on her. Her dress was threadbare and worn, faded to no particular colour. Her collar still gleamed, though, the sigil-wrought silver that marked bound nymphs. Anthea herself had gotten more than a little grimy in recent times too, dedicatedly trying to keep the house clean from dust and dirt, even the rooms that had been gutted and stripped bare. Ash reached out, lifting a strand of her rosy, strawberry blonde hair. Somehow it had managed to stay free of dirt, but it felt greasy from lack of maintenance. She looked up at him through her lashes, enough that he could see the curiosity there, even though she avoided eye contact.

"Anthea," he said, raising a hand to cup her cheek securely, lifting her chin to look into violet-blue eyes. They gleamed still, vivid and bright. Her breath came hot on his palm, as he rubbed her other cheek with his thumb. With a good bathing and laundering, there might be promise here. "You know we're in bad shape here, right?" She just nodded, her bright eyes looking up at his, cheek warming to his touch. A lot of promise. He gave her cheek a rub and a pat before lowering his hand, leaving her chin up. "I treat you well, don't I?" Another nod, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips. "You wouldn't want me to sell you, right? Things are bad everywhere right now. Someone who'd buy you right now would probably..." He trailed off as fear flickered into her eyes, breath quickening. She shook her head, a quick, tight motion. He nodded, then snapped her fingers at her. "Take your dress off. Let me get a look at you."

She started at that, her trained composure breaking for a moment. "Master?" She asked. He nodded to the lower hem of her dress. Her tongue touched her lips again, then she nodded, bending. In a single, graceful motion, she pulled the shapeless, grimy dress up and off. She folded it neatly, then set it down on the floor by her feet. Her whole body curved into standing up, almost pulled by a flutter of her thin, translucent wings. Shoulders squaring back and straight, her hands joined together again at her waist. She was cleaner underneath her clothes, at least. Ash rose smoothly, looking over her slender body. Not very curvy, but of course the fae wouldn't be. He reached out, cupping a firm, smooth breast in one hand, making her gasp at the contact. He nearly did too; it was warm and satiny-smooth against his hand, filling it pleasantly. Her nipple swiftly came to a firm point as he rubbed it just so, enjoying the feel. He slowly moved behind her, lifting his other hand to her bared breast. He slowly palmed and massaged them both as he looked her over from behind, taking in the rounded shape of her backside and the slender, dragonfly-like wings that came to an end atop them.