The Dance of Summoning
Copyright© 2025 by Osa Oladapo
Chapter 1
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Nigerian enchantress summons a black unicorn in the Jungle
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Magic non-anthro Black Female Cream Pie Small Breasts
The night is calm; stars twinkle above her, the moon watching over her with a gentle glow. Osa moves across the savanna, footsteps silenced by the lush grass beneath her bare feet. No distractions from nature’s beauty, Osa looks around her. Little bells chime with every step, her dainty anklet shifting against her skin. There is tranquillity in this moment as Osa walks slowly through the darkness. Osa loves the night, the time when all is peaceful and most of the world is at rest. The darkness is her home, her sanctuary in times of trouble and indecision. Taking a deep breath, Osa inhales the cleansing air, feeling it wash through her, before exhaling all the negativity from deep inside.
Her Iro hung low on her hips, flaring down over her thighs, caressing her calves as Osa walks. It feels as if a thousand fingers are on her bare skin, no panties hindering their delicate touch on her behind or her bare mound. The warmth of the softly flowing breeze brushed against her exposed stomach, hugging around the inward curve of her waist. Her breasts are covered by only a backless sleeveless top. Osa wants the most minimal of clothing on her body this night. For tonight, Osa will dance. A dance Osa hasn’t done for a very long time.
She’s never shared her dance with anyone, it’s something so personal, so intimate that Osa has never had the courage. Osa wears no makeup, nothing to mask the woman she is or hide the woman she has become. Her nipples and clit hold small golden amber studs, her favourite colour and her favourite stone; little gems that match the Amber dragonfly piercing in her belly button. Her hair is long and free, flowing over her shoulders and along her back, thick curls going every which way. Osa walks a little further, before she finds her place, something inside her, telling her to stop.
Her movements begin slowly, a gentle sway of her hips from side to side, hands reaching out away from her, fingers curling. Her steps become stronger, more confident, her hips undulating to a rhythm Osa can feel coming up from the ground beneath her feet. The bells chime louder and her arms move over her head, reaching, and graceful waving motions as Osa releases more of herself to the night. Her head falls back, arching her spine; she lets her shoulders lower towards the grass, her hips moving harder. Osa brings her hands down towards her face, lightly touching her skin. Trailing her fingers down, Osa feels her hardened nipples, the smooth skin of her stomach, dipping into the opening of her skirt, Osa touches her mound.
Osa raises herself back up straight; her breathing becoming faster, and her dance becomes a lover’s dance. Revealing in the beauty of being a woman, Osa feels the delicate femininity of her body and the unyielding strength beneath that. Her dance sultry, more heated, Osa takes pleasure in touching herself. She caressed her curves, holding and squeezing her firm breasts, panting as her nipples pushes against the cloth. Osa runs her fingers over her stomach. Tears comes to her eyes and Osa dances, amazed and awed at what all it means to be a woman. A smile brightening her face, Osa truly feels beautiful, sexy and graceful.
Osa moves her hands lower still, desire fuelling her blood and reaches beneath the edge of her skirt. Osa feels the skin of her mound, her nails just touching the hood of her clit. Osa moans and flicks her hood, feeling her clit become fuller with every scrape of her nails. Her feet spread wider and with one hand Osa pulls her skirt higher, out of her way. Osa touches her labia, feeling the swollen flesh moist with her nectar. Running a finger over the outer edges, dipping inside to her warmth, she draws her finger to her mouth, tasting her. Her hips moves faster and Osa reaches back toward her cunny, eager for a rougher touch. Her hips moves in time to her fingers and Osa rides her own hand, feeling the glorious pressure building inside her. With a cry, Osa feels her orgasm spread throughout her body and release. Her fingers coated with her nectar, Osa touches still, dipping her fingers inside, feeling the contractions of her inner walls, with every beat of her heart.
Her legs shaky, Osa collapses to her knees on the grass. Palms touching the ground, Osa leans forward, trying to catch her breath. Her chest heaving, her body flushed and sated, Osa works to slow her breathing. Osa feels it then, a shuddering in the ground, a vibration that hadn’t been there before. It is growing stronger and Osa raises her head to look around. All around her there are miles of grassland, a few trees in spots, with a small hill out in front of her. The breeze changes, carrying on it a scent Osa can’t describe, but it teases her senses, making her wonder where it is coming from. Her skin starts to tingle; her hair rising from her skin, a crackling energy filled the air.
Sitting tall, grabbing at her stomach feeling butterflies spinning inside; Osa feels a newborn excitement coming over her. The ground rolling beneath her knees, the scent growing stronger, her eyes are drawn to the hill, Osa feels something calling her to that place, something out there wanting her. Osa swallows once and her eyes grow wide, her heart skipping beats as Osa saw him come over the top. It can’t be. Her eyes have to be showing her lies. Osa can’t be seeing the sight before her. Osa closes her eyes tight, trembling, shaky hands covering her open mouth, and with a deep breath her lashes lifts.
Over the hill he comes, with a ground-eating stride, headed straight towards her. There is no way Osa can tear her eyes off him, no way Osa can look away from the creature coming at her. Osa can’t believe it, she can’t believe she is seeing him. His long powerful legs reach forward, hooves digging and kicking up the earth behind him. His head bobs as he pushes onward to her, mane out behind him like a sail at sea. His horn, black as pitch, stands proudly out from his forehead and Osa can see its gleam from here. A unicorn, Osa is staring at a unicorn. Osa moves to stand and says a silent thanks to whatever god or deity, which honours her with this priceless gift.
He is almost upon her when he skids to a stop, rearing high, with hooves within inches from her face. He calls out with a loud neigh, its deep sound echoing around them. Osa looks more closely at him, drinking in the sight of him, as he begins to circle her. His front legs stretch out in a prancing stride, his tail flicking over her. His coat a charcoal gray, mane and tail the darkest black, he is stunningly gorgeous. Osa can see his nostrils flare and he shakes his head once, mane fluttering around him. He stops suddenly and Osa draws a deep breath, looking into his one dark eye. Turning his head, he brings his face close to hers and Osa reaches out with one hand to touch him. Osa pauses when she is almost touching him, feeling the heat rising from his skin, unsure if she should lay a human hand on something so magical.
He makes the decision for her and presses his mouth against her palm. His flat lips nibble at her skin and Osa lets out a surprised giggle. His head comes up at that, and he moves a little closer, bringing her into the side of his body, curling his neck around her. Moving his mouth over her bear arms, his breath feels hot upon her skin. Osa reaches up, this time with calm hands, and feels his muzzle. Touching his finely boned head, Osa runs her fingers up, wrapping her hand around his horn, stroking up and down once, before moving to touch his forelock. Normally coarse, his hair is smooth and supple; Osa loves its softness.
Osa continues exploring his body, running her hands over his crest, gripping his mane tightly in her fingers, his scent filling her. He is a tall one, just over 16 hands, as the top of her head is half a foot below his withers. Osa drags her nails lightly along his neck and down his back towards his flank, spreading out both hands to caress his warmth. He is perfection from his ears to his tail and Osa is in awe of him.
He moves away from her, turning once, before lowering himself down, bending his left foreleg. Snorting at her, he turns his muzzle towards his back and then looks deeply into her eyes. Nibbling on her lip, Osa moves up close, gripping his mane tightly, Osa leaps, swinging her right leg over his back. Her skirt opens wide, exposing her cunny to his warmth and she tingles from the sensation. Scooting closer to his withers, Osa squeezes him between her thighs, finding her seat. He glances back at her, his muscles tightening beneath her and she feels him rear high. Osa gasps, holding him tightly, letting out a laugh of pure joy and they are off.
Osa leans low over his neck, his black mane and her black hair intertwining as they gallop across the countryside. His stride is smooth and Osa rocks against his withers, the friction causing her to release more of her nectar. Osa squeezes him tighter with her thighs, feeling the power in his muscles beneath her. It is an exhilarating ride and they ride for miles, just him and her in the darkness. Her body is on edge; every nerve stimulated when he finally slows to a jog, then easy walk. Stopping by a rolling hill, he once again bows. With a sigh, Osa climbs down from his back, feeling her nipples brush against his side before her feet touch the ground. Osa rests her cheek against him, trying to maintain control of the desire raging through her.
Osa feels his mouth move over her hair, the gentle puffs of his breath, stirring her hair. Osa closes her eyes, stepping back, lifting her face towards hiss. His muzzle touches her cheek, her nose, before his flat lips, brushed over hers, in a soft kiss. Her eyes open and Osa places her hands on either side of his face, giving him butterfly kisses over his lips. The little hairs on his chin tickle her, and Osa reaches out with her tongue to lick his upper lip. His breath coming faster against her face, Osa licks him more, her tongue lapping at his lips and pushing into his mouth. Osa feels his teeth beneath her tongue and then he touches his tongue to hers. His heady scent and his sweet breath overcome her and Osa sucks at his thick tongue with her mouth, wanting him inside her, needing his taste to fill her.