Luka - moonlit ride

In the human villages bordering the elven lands, there is a famous tale. A farmer had himself a horse, a thoroughbred stallion, as it seemed at first, but it soon became clear that some affliction is within the beast, for no matter how many times the farmer brought a mare to him, he couldn't conceive a foal. The farmer grew more and more weary and spent that night in the tavern, drowning his sorrows in a mug of ale. Unbeknownst to him, there was mysterious visitor at the stables that night.

- Oh my... You poor beast, they left you here all alone?

A young elven woman entered the stables, approaching the stallion and bared herself to him completely. Otherworldly tranquility emanated from her gorgeous body, the stallion didn't see any ill intent in her, responding with soft grunts to the gentle pats of her fingers. Her body made the animal's instincts grow stronger and stronger, agitated by her voluptous breasts and wide, birthing hips. She was so ripe, so fertile, and this instinctive, primordial attraction seemed to transcend species...

- Come with me. I will remind you how pleasant a ride on a moonlit night feels. - she whispered gently into his big ears. They galloped together for hours, he carried her with the speed of the winds, she seemed almost weightless to him. The stallion never felt so strong, so full of stamina.

Unseen by any humans, they rode far into the forest. The woman could feel it with her very essence - the beast was getting restless, every step, every muscle in his body spoke loudly of the carnal desire rising within him: to breed this young, elven female... And this desire was mutual. When she positioned herself underneath his massive frame, and his giant, erect cock layed on her, scorching her skin with it's heat and reaching with it's wide, flared head up to her collar bones, she was burning with anticipation. The strong, musky scent of the beast's penis made her wet, all too eager to have this enormous log inside herself... When he entered her, without an ounce of gentleness or restraint about it, the elfie let out a moan so loud, the whole forest could hear her aria of pleasure. The massive, unbelievably thick meat pillar invaded the gentle maiden's body like a battering ram, instantly bulging up her stomach with it's equine shape, reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust. Her insides were being pushed ruthlessly by the undisputed, dominant, colossal size of this breeding rod, fucking the young elfie as if she was his mare... And in a way, it was true - her fertile womb was being battered by all the strength of the animal, and she knew precisely what will happen if his seed gets inside. Or rather, it wasn't the question of "if" - it was the question of "when", as the beast had no notion of consideration for the female that so kindly agreed to bear his foals. The ferocious thrusts grew only stronger and deeper, maintaining the past pace that made the elven woman reach unimaginable peaks of orgasmic ecstasy. It's truly a blessing only a beast could bestow - to make a female feel like a doll, so pleasantly weak, so lightheaded, being railed by an animal that cares for nothing other than emptying his giant, heavy balls full of potent, hot sperm and impregnate the woman fortunate enough to recieve his seed, make her bear the stallion's fruit within herself...

With the early hours of the dawn, the farmer checked the stables and found the stallion exactly where he had left him... But something was off, he sensed it, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Nevertheless, he decided to give the beast one last chance at breeding. And much to the surprise of the entire village, the very next mare he copulated with delivered a trio of perfectly healthy, strong foals, which made the farmer a fortune.

Is any of this true? Is there a young elven woman, somewhere in the forest, bearing a foal under hear heart? Well... Sometimes even the most unbelievable of legends turn out to be real.