Chapter 3: The Unicorn's Mothers

Anton – Rothin Forest, Kingdom of Athlos

Almost nine months had passed since the last time I entered these woods. This time, I had no fear. I was beyond fear.

After my leg recovered, I traveled to the island of Mictam and sought out the dread warlocks of Chevsa. I only had fleeting memories of the ... things performed on me by those dreadful men. In my dreams, flashes of pain, blood, and loss filled me. A scar ran down my chest like I had been gutted open like a fish and my insides hollowed out.

The pain was worth it. They had changed me. I was beyond a normal man. Last time I was in these woods, I had failed to save my Cherise. It pained me greatly to allow her to languish in the dread grip of the unicorn for all these months.

I had no choice. Without the ... changes the warlocks inflicted on me, I would not have the strength and cunning to liberate my sweet Cherise. This time, the unicorn wouldn't sense me. She would have no idea her doom approached.

I crept through the woods. The world was ... different. Colors were muted. Nothing had vibrancy. Everything was reduced to dull greens, mud browns, pale grays, and dark reds. Shadows were so stark, sharp boundaries cutting off the light.

I ghosted from tree to tree. I made no sound. I knew instinctively how to step to avoid the crunch of dried leaves and the snapping of twigs. I no longer crashed through the brush like an angry boar charging the hunter.

I was the hunter.

The pure scent of the unicorn. I breathed it in. The scent of gold, white, and myrrh tickled my nose, a clean scent unsullied by the world. A snarl growled from my throat. I gnashed my sharp teeth as I prowled after the trail.

The unicorn left faint signs of its passing. The occasional hoof print in soft loam, a silvery hair shed from its mane left shimmering in the tangle of brush, and grasses shorn by hungry teeth. The pure scent grew stronger, my stomach revolting at the innocence.

My fingers clenched, eager to sully such purity with blood.

But it worried me I had no scent of Cherise. No coppery blood, salty sweat, or tart pussy perfumed the air. Had the beast slain her? Was my Cherise already dead?

Anger burned hotter. I swiftly moved through the forest. If my Cherise was dead, I would claw my vengeance upon the unicorn's white hide. I would break off its golden horn and stake the beast to the ground with it before I peeled off its hide bit by bit.

I licked my lips, aching for the violence.

I paused at the edge of a clearing. The unicorn was in the glade, a butterfly perched on its snout. With a shake of its tale, the unicorn took the form of a human with silvery-white skin and shimmering hair. Heavy breasts heaved as the butterfly alighted on a fat, pink nipple. The unicorn giggled, tickled by the tiny feet and fluttering wings of the orange and black butterfly.

Only the golden horn jutting above green eyes betrayed the figure for what she truly was—a beast. A monster that had kidnapped my Cherise.

I rushed her.

The unicorn-thing turned, breasts heaving in shock. She screamed right before my fist crashed into her face. She fell to the ground, stunned by my blow. I seized her, snarling in rage. I inhaled her pure scent.

Hope beat in my heart. Beneath the aroma of white and innocence, a human's scent lingered. Cherise. It was fresh. This unicorn had been with her only a few hours ago. Cherise was under this things spell. She would be compelled to seek out the unicorn. And then I would slay the foul thing before Cherise and break her of the enchantment.

Then my Cherise would be mine again. She would love me and call me hero.

Gnashing my sharp teeth, I set about splaying the unicorn spread eagle. My clawed hands groped her heaving mounds. I didn't draw blood. I wanted Cherise to witness every minute of her pain. Then I slashed a wrist. Brackish blood flood, and I painted the binding spell upon her body.

Her green eyes opened. She struggled to move, but the spell rendered her body immobile.

I savored her screams of terror and waited for my Cherise to come so I could set her free.

Cherise

My feet dangled into the cool water of the brook as it babbled by. The current swirled about my feet as I hummed a song. I stroked my pregnant belly. Our foal was almost due. Only a week or two away. My breasts had swollen, my nipples darkened, and my milk had come in.

My breasts were growing full. I hoped Willoweyes would return from the our field soon. She promised me a crown of flowers by noon. And then she would have to nurse to relieve the ache to my tits.

I rubbed one, a drop of milk beading at the tip.

Despite their size, I still couldn't suckle on my own tits. I had tried. I knew busty girls back in my village who could suckle on their own tits. Such lucky girls to have that freedom. But try as I could, I just couldn't quite reach. I did strain so hard. I had hoped my breasts would have swelled large enough so I could drink directly from them.

Though receiving the milk from Willoweyes's mouth was a treat. My milk was sweeter than a cows. I did love the taste, and Willoweyes was ecstatic ever since my milk came in last week. She had almost been glued to my tits ever since, whether in her human or unicorn forms.

The sun fell in a shaft upon me as it moved through the sky, warming my belly. I stroked the round swell of my pregnancy. I loved holding and stroking my belly. Such a miracle grew inside of me. I leaned back, looking up at the blue sky and smiled.

I loved life in the forest. Almost nine months, and I never regretted my choice. Life moved so slow. You could enjoy everything. You could spend an entire day just watching the clouds. I learned so much about the rhythms of nature and had begun to recognize the different flocks of birds and their territories, to tell the dear apart by the pattern of white spots on their rumps, and learned the distinct growls and snarls of the three bears that roamed our part of the forest.

Squirrels cavorted in the trees above me. I smiled as I watched their red-furred bodies gamble across the thin branches. They were daring, jumping across gaps while chittering. Their heads were always moving, looking for danger before racing down a trunk to snag a fallen acorn and retreating before a hunting wolf or swooping owl could snatch them up.

I loved listening to the wolves howl at the moon. As a child, I had been afraid of wolves, but now I howled with them. I was a unicorn's mate. Every creature of the forest loved me like they loved Willoweyes and her race.

I rubbed at my breast as the ache swelled. Where was my mate? I hope she hadn't been distracted by a the butterflies flocking through the meadow. She did love the orange-and-black winged beauties. I think her errand to make me a crown of flowers was really an excuse to caper through the flock of butterflies and marvel at their beauty.

Hooves beat.

I smiled, sitting up. My hearing had grown so attuned to the sounds of the forest. The old me would never had picked up a unicorn's approach. I hoped it was Willoweyes. It could have been Quicksilver, a foal that liked to play in this part of the forest, or wise Pearlmane, an old dam that moved with stately grace in the last years of her life, her human mate passed on two winters back.

Instead, a unicorn I did not recognize—her naked, human mate astride her back—stepped into the clearing. The woman, a mature beauty with pillowy tits that jiggled as the unicorn approached the brook. The woman's hair was silver and she had the pale, red-tinged skin of a fellow Atholosian.

She gave me a warm smile as the white unicorn with a shimmering-silver mane and a horn of pure gold neighed. The unicorns eyes were deep-green, and she had a passing resemblance to my mate. I hoped I knew who this was.

"Hi," I greeted them, my hands stroking my belly. "I'm Cherise, mated to Willoweyes. It's so lovely to meet you."

"Yes, we've heard," the woman said, sliding off her unicorn's back. Her breasts bounced and jiggled.

It was very appealing.

I squeezed my thighs together as a flush of heat passed through me. Before Willoweyes, I never found a human attractive, but now ... a unicorn's mate was as sexy as her unicorn. My eyes flicked between them, the unicorn so majestic and graceful, her mate so beautiful and sultry.

"Are you Willoweyes mother and dam?" I asked, my body trembling with excitement.

"We are," the unicorn neighed. "I am Goldenhorn, and this sweet filly is my Angelique."

I awkwardly stood up and stepped across the brook to embrace unicorn and woman, pressing both their heads to my cheek. Silky skin on one side, soft coat on the other. Tears burned in my eyes. My mate had told me all about her parents.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you."

"Yes, it's lovely," Angelique smiled, kissing me on the cheek while her hand rubbed at my belly. "And you're so pregnant. I didn't realize how close to foaling you were."

I beamed. "I'm so happy. She's eager to be born."

"And where is our wayward daughter?" Goldenhorn asked.

"Playing with butterflies," I giggled.

"That sounds like her," smiled Angelique. "She always was running off to find butterflies as a colt, ranging farther and father away. I hadn't realized she went so far from our territory until we heard of your pregnancy."

"Though I see why she stuck around," whinnied Goldenhorn. "You are from a nearby village?"

I nodded my head. I knew unicorns were very solitary, only staying close to their mate. They didn't stay in herds. A unicorn foal only stayed with her parents for a few years before wandering off to find her own part of the forest to live in.

I sat down on the bank again, Angelique beside me. "Well, I'm so glad you both are here. I had been hoping to meet you since we were mated."

"You are young. You haven't been mated long?"

I shook my head. "I think she bred me on our first time." I smiled. "That was magical."

Angelique leaned her head on my shoulder. "Yes, the first time is. Goldenhorn was so eager to take me. You know, her horn was fully gold from birth and after she took my cherry, shone so brilliantly. You could almost see in the dark with the glow. For weeks."

"Wow," I whispered, glancing at the horn. It was a sexy horn. "I like it when Willoweyes uses her horn in my asshole."

"Ooh, you two are getting up to all sorts of wicked fun," nickered Goldenhorn. "It took Angelique and me decades to figure that one out."

"Have you eaten her pussy while she's a unicorn?" asked Angelique.

I shook my head, my eyes widening. "I never even thought of that. I usually focus on her cock and horn. I'll have to give it a try."

I was surprised by how natural it felt to talk about sex with my in-laws. It was so freeing out here. There was no judgment. We were all pure creatures. Nothing we did was immoral. It was a shame there weren't enough unicorns for all women to discover this joy.

My smile faded as the ache returned to my breasts. I rubbed at my swollen tits. Willoweyes really needed to return from playing with the butterflies. I needed to be milked. I closed my eyes and imagined my sexy mare nursing at my tit with her thick lips and large teeth.

"Has your milk cum in?" Angelique asked.

I nodded my head. "And I'm all full right now. There must be a lot of butterflies to distract her this much."

"We could help you out," whinnied Goldenhorn, her silvery tail swishing. "If you would like some help?"

My cheeks burned. "I would."

Angelique's hand touched my thigh. I shivered as the pleasure rushed through me. I was pregnant right now. I could be with other unicorns until I foaled. Willoweyes was eager to watch me be taken by her dam while she took her mother.

Incest, it seemed, was popular among unicorns.

"Thank you," I moaned as Angelique leaned down and sucked my nipple between her lips. I groaned as my milk flowed into her mouth.

The pleasure raced down through my body, electrifying my pussy before continuing to the tips of my curling toes in the water. I moaned in delight as my mother-in-law nibbled and nursed. She cooed in delight as she savored my breast milk.

And her hand stroked up to my hot pussy between my thighs, moving closer to my aching pussy.

Goldenhorn leaned over. The sunlight glinted off her gleaming horn. I stroked it and she whinnied in pleasure before her thick lips engulfed my other nipple. The tingles increased as the unicorn nursed from my breast, doubling the pleasure rippling through my body.

"By the gods, that's nice," I moaned. Two mouths at once.

They were both hungry, moaning and neighing as they suckled. My milk flowed into their hungry mouths, relieving the ache. I petted Goldenhorn's muzzle and stroked Angelique's hair. My feet splashed in the brook as pleasure spasmed through me.

And then Angelique touched my pussy.

Her fingers ran through my silky down of golden hair adorning my pussy. Her touch was light and teasing. My pussy clenched and my legs spasmed again. Water splashed as I moaned. Her fingers probed into my folds, stirring me up.

"Oh, wow. You are so amazing. I'm so glad you're here. Mmm, yes. Oh, yes. Keep suckling."

"Are you going to cum just from us nursing?" neighed Goldenhorn.

"And from your mate's fingers stroking my pussy," I answered. My eyes widened as she found my clit. "By the gods! Oh, yes! Please, keep rubbing me there."

More water splashed. I couldn't stop kicking as the pleasure swelled through me. My ass clenched and my pussy throbbed. Their mouths on my nipples and Angelique's fingers stoking my pussy sent pleasure boiling through me.

"Yes!" I moaned as the bliss of my orgasm poured through me. "Oh, wow. Oh, yes, Thank you! Thank you!"

"Our little daughter-in-law cums hard," Angelique purred, lifting her fingers up to her mate's snout.

Goldenhorn released my nipple and sucked her wife's fingers into her mouth. She whinnied as she sampled my tart flavor. Then her head moved down and pressed between my thighs. The unicorn took a long lick up my pussy.

"Oh, Gods," I moaned as second rippling orgasm shuddered through me as that wonderful tongue caressed across my entire pussy.

"So, is she ready to be fucked by your cock, my love?" Angelique asked.

"Yes, she is," Goldenhorn answered. "I can't wait for our stray daughter to return from her butterfly chasing."

I peered beneath Goldenhorn and smiled at her thick, throbbing cock dangling down below her. Like her daughter, she was as thick as my arm. The thick shaft twitched with every one of Goldenhorn's heartbeat.

My pussy clenched.

"Oh, I'm so ready," I panted.

It was a shame Willoweyes wasn't here to experience this, but if she wanted to play with butterflies than attend to her pregnant, horny, lactating mate, then it was her loss. I would immensely enjoy her mother's cock.

I glanced at it again. Immensely was the right word.

"You're excited," Angelique purred.

"Oh, I am," I nodded. "It's such a gorgeous cock. You're a lucky woman."

Angelique gave her unicorn mate a fond look and stroked Goldenhorn's muzzle. "I am. So fortunate. Without her, I would have been dead a hundred years ago, probably married to Phillipe. He was so..."

"Manly?"

"In all the wrong ways," Angelique nodded. "You understand. You never were attracted to any of the boys in your village."

"Just your daughter." A smile crossed my lips.

"Oh, you are so cute," neighed Goldenhorn. "Mmm, you excite me, Cherise. And your milk was delicious."

"I know. I made you so hard." Cherise reached under and stroked the unicorn's cock as she pressed her pregnant belly against Goldenhorn's side. "Oh, I need that in me right now."

Angelique took my hand and led me to a flat rock that Willoweyes had taken me on more than a few times. I trembled. This was so exciting. My juices ran down my side. We reached the rock and I knelt on it. Angelique moved behind me and took a lick across my pussy lips.

"Oh, yes," I gasped as her tongue probed my folds.

"Mmm, as delicious as your breast milk," Angelique purred, "and she is more than ready for your monstrous cock, Goldenhorn."

The unicorn trotted to us, her big cock swinging beneath her legs. I sighed as she mounted me, her silky coat caressing my back and ass. Angelique stroked my pregnant belly with one hand as she guided her mate's cock to my pussy with the other.

That thick, wonderful cock pressed at the wet folds of my pussy. I shuddered in delight, rubbing back on the wonderful cock. My juices dripped down my thighs. They perfumed the air with my tart passion.

"Oh, she feels so wet," Goldenhorn moaned as Angelique rubbed the unicorn's cock up and down my pussy lips.

"Ease into her, my love," Angelique purred.

I gasped as Angelique's tongue licked around the edges of my pussy. This was so naughty. It was my two favor things—having my pussy licked and my pussy fucked—all at the same time. I shuddered as Goldenhorn thrust forward. My pussy expanded around the wide head of her cock. My toes curled with every inch of her cock that penetrated into my depths.

"Oh, she's so tight," Goldenhorn moaned. "Mmm, yes. Such young pussy."

"And delicious," purred Angelique.

"Yes! You have a wonderful cock! You're filling me up."

I squirmed as more and more of her cock pushed into my pussy. She stretched me out as she bottomed out in me. The pain and pleasure mixed together. I loved this wonderful mix of pain and pleasure rippling through my body as my pussy expanded slowly to take Goldenhorn's girth.

"I think she's ready to be fucked," Angelique moaned between licks of my pussy. "You have her stretched open. Her poor lips are clinging to your cock. I don't think another inch could fill her."