Monster March: The Unseelie King

There was a strange taste in the air. As you looked around yourself  it was as if everything around you had suddenly changed. It all looked  the same, but there was an eerie air about that told you that you were  no longer standing on the same earth that you were before. You can’t  understand it, so you keep moving forward. You grip the basket in your  hand and you pull your cloak around you tighter.

Behind you, on the trail, you hear a noise. You hear the  rattling of armor and the hoofbeats of heavy animals. There had been  nothing behind you when you started this path. You step aside and watch  as a great caravan begins its procession before you. There are knights  in armor so bright and shiny it’s like they’re made of mirrors. There  are strange creatures with fur as white as snow. There are dancers  carrying banners and draped in bells. Then there’s the great carriage.  It’s carried by horses as black as tar and eyes shining like gold coins.

You feel fear grip your chest as you look up at it. As it  stops in front of you. You feel your heart pump ice, the shards ripping  through your body. You become frozen, staring up at the door as it  swings open. You don’t remember what comes out for you. All you remember  was the door swinging open and a dark voice bidding you forward.

You wake up naked and in a bed covered by sheer curtains. Beyond  them, you see shadows flitting about. You hear voices whispering and  tittering. As you sit up the room goes quiet and the curtain is pulled  back.

“So the newly captured has risen,” the thing at the foot  of the bed laughs. Her voice is high and lilting. Her features sharp  like the thorns of a rose. Her hair looked like vines. She tugs you from  the bed, ripping you out of the sheets and before the rest of those  standing around the room.

They’re all naked, and honestly,  that’s not the most disconcerting thing. The thing that gave you pause  was the fact that all of them were so strange and different. Some looked  like the thorny girl leading you out of the room. Others looked like  birds or lizards. There was a woman whose bottom half looked like a  snake.

The thorny girl leads you into a room and she drapes a robe over you. “Where am I?” You ask her.

She laughs and fluffs your hair. “Don’t worry about that now. You’re here. That’s all there is to it.”

“That still doesn’t help,” you mumble as she smears something on your lips that makes them tingle.

“Now, his Majesty has always had a soft spot for your kind,” she  makes a disgusted expression. “Well, certainly not hard,” she laughs at  her joke, slapping your shoulder. “But he’s never had the chance to  indulge until now. So you’re going to be in for quite the ride,  youngling.”

“King?” You gasp.

She looks at you, her  eyes so green they look like glass. “Oh yes. He’s going to be fond of  you for a while. To be honest, though, the rest of us are going to enjoy  the break.”

“Break?” Your mind is racing so fast with so many questions, you’re not quite sure what to ask first.

“You’re a concubine now, youngling.” She taps the tip of your nose. “I hope you’re prepared.”

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. She pushes you away, leading you  through a hidden corridor and out through a door hidden behind a  bookcase. She shoves you inside and you fall, tripping over the long  robe. You look up, watching as the bookcase slides back into the wall.  You feel the ice shards in your veins again. Frozen and eviscerated as  you sit on the cold floor.

You’re not sure what to do. How can  you even begin to process what has happened? You had been on the road,  delivering food to a sick friend. You somehow stumbled off the path and  into a whole other world. You look around the room, seeing a large bed  before a lit fireplace. You smell something sweet and your stomach  growls with hunger.

You stand up, walking slowly towards the  fire. You see a table set with food. You look over the meal, seeing  cakes and rolls, fat dumplings dripping with sauce. There’s a bowl of  soup with little leaf-shaped croutons floating on top. Your stomach  growls again and you take one of the dumplings. There were so many  whoever was eating wouldn’t notice one missing. You eat it and suddenly  you become ravenous. You gulp it down and you start grabbing at more  food. You’re soon overstuffed and sated and your curl into a comfortable  chair.

As you’re drifting a door opens and closes. You’re  half sedated from the heavy food that you barely raise your head. A  shadow crosses your vision and then stands before you.

“You ate quite a bit,” a dark voice growls. “Good. I was worried it would take time to make you eat.”

You look up, seeing the tall figure. It was dressed all in black,  but white hair poured down their back and shoulders like water. You  shift in the chair and try to stand up, but you’re half asleep. The tall  figure comes to you and their hand strokes your cheek and a strange  finger plays with your bottom lip.

“Soft cheeks, rosy lips. Humans really are like a desert.”

You grab his hand, feeling the strange protruding bones that make it.

“And so warm,” he growls against your ear and you shiver. He lifts  you up from the chair and carries you to the bed. “It will be nice  having a bedmate who is not made of thorns.”

You try to make  their face out through the fog of sleep. It is impossible and soon  you’re out like a light. You wake, feeling something heavy on your  chest. You glance down, in the dim light, all you see is a pool of white  hair. You touch it, running your fingers through it. It’s heavenly. So  soft and silky, you’d never touched anything so luxurious in your life.  Your own hair is so thick and curly, it’s hard to get a brush even into  it.

The creature on your chest stirs, lifting his head. The  eyes are all black. They gleam brightly despite the shadows they are  made of. The skin is just as white as the hair. He looks chiseled from  marble. His features strange and sharp. But he looks inhumanely  beautiful. As he looks to face you, you see half of his face is scarred  and gray. It’s twisted and melted in strange burns, black veins run  along it and around the eye.

“Awake now?” He growls, lifting up above you.

You’ve lost your breath and your voice as you gaze up at him. You’ve  never been in the presence of something so…you can’t describe it. But  you feel power and strength running from him.

“You do not need  to fear me,” he runs a finger down your chest and belly. “I will treat  you with the most tender of touches.” His fingers are long and sharp and  you count at least four joints in them. His limbs are long and gangly,  but he moves like wind and speaks like shadows.

“Tell me your name,” he murmurs into your ear. You feel your body go limp and warm at the same time. “Whisper it to me.”

You do so, murmuring your name to him as his lips brush against your cheek.

“It belongs to me now,” he growls to you. “No one else can speak it again.”

You feel as if you should be afraid, but you feel nothing but calm  as his hands roam over your body. He pets you and touches you, feeling  every inch of skin.

“I have wanted a human for so long,” he whispers. “Now that I have you I’m not quite sure what I should do.”

You swallow as your throat is so tight. “I want to go home,” the words slip out.

“You are home,” he whispers. “You are safe and loved with me.” He  cups your cheeks between his large palms. “You will be pampered and  worshipped. You will be happy here, I promise.”

“But-” you whimper.

He hushes you, placing his finger on your lips. “I am your master now. Put everything you have into me and let yourself go.”

Your body feels warm and strange. His touch and words make you melt  and go weak. Your pinch your thighs together as the heat grows from your  loins.

“You are mine now,” he snarls into your ear. “You  silly, delicate, human,” he kisses you and to your shock, you kiss back.  You moan into his mouth as his tongue slips inside. It’s long and  slimy, it twists around your tongue and you suck upon it. He chuckles,  his fingers dancing on your skin.

“Tell me what you want,” he snarls into your ear. “Is there any pain I can take away from you?”

You whimper, slipping your hand between your thighs where the heat  had become a dull ache. “Yes,” the words slip out again. You’ve never  been this honest before.

“Where?” He bites your ear and then licks down your neck.

“Here.” You move your hand and open your things so his hand can touch. “I want you to touch me here.”

His fingers stroke your folds and open them. They touch your dewy  lips and feel the wetness that is seeping out. “You should have told me  sooner,” he groans. “I would hate to think of my favorite suffering so.”  He slips a finger inside and you shudder with pleasure. It’s just a  finger but it feels so good inside.

“I see,” he growls. “I am  learning to like humans even more.” He removes his finger then raises  your legs above your head. He pets your thighs and rear then moves  between them. His cock rubs against you and you breath shudders in  excitement.

It is sharp at the head with a bulbous lip below  it. It then has bumps along the sides and thickens at the base. It’s  dark in color, fading to white. He coats it in your nectar, rubbing to  your lips and clit before you feel it push at your entrance.

“It won’t take long until you forget what being a human was.” He growls  to you as if reciting a lullaby. “Not that you will care about this.”  He slips inside you and you squeeze around him, holding him in place.

He grunts, a dark snarl escaping his throat as he fills you  completely. You feel him twitch inside and a slight smirk crosses your  lips.

“I will not let you undo me so easily, human.” He presses his finger to your lips. “No one has ever bested me.”

You lick his finger on your lips, your tongue curling around it and  you pop it into your mouth. He snarls at you, his lip curling up over  the jagged teeth behind it. He pushes deeper, somehow. He stretches you  and grinds against you. He pulls out, rubbing to your folds again before  pushing deep inside. You feel his pulse shuddering inside you. Every  thrust it gets a little deeper, heavier. You squeeze him with your inner  walls and you wrap your legs around him. You bid him deeper and harder.

His hips are jerking. You feel an animal impulse come over  him. He snarls and grunts as he fucks you into the bed. His tongue lolls  from out of his mouth and his saliva splashes onto your body. Looking  up, you see his eyes have gone white and there seems to be a vacancy to  his expression.

You squeeze again and suddenly you feel it.  The warm gush of his cum as he releases inside you. His pained roar and  his tensed limbs as he goes stiff. His hips jerk and buck, lifting you  from the bed for a moment. Globs of him cum leave your sex as he pulses.  He shudders and gasps, slipping out from inside you. He watches your  sex as his cum dribbles out. The black returns to his eyes and you see a  look cross his face.

He looks enraged.

“Human,” his voice is singsong. “Look what you’ve made me do.”

You slip your hand between your thighs. “You’ll have to tell me, my master.”

His lip curls up again and he bares his sharp teeth at you. “Did you even enjoy me? Or were you just torturing me?”

“I enjoyed it,” your breath flutters. “But you finished faster than me.”

His hand snaps out and grabs your cheeks. “Not only have you made a  foolish mistake, but you have sealed your fate.” He presses two fingers  inside you and you whimper. He moves them slowly, crooking them so they  rub the pleasurable spot inside of you.

“I thought humans  would be the easiest of prey,” he growls as he moves inside you. “I  underestimated you and you slit my throat because of it.”

“No, no,” you whimper. You gasp and arch your back as he pushes harder.

“Do you know what happens when I release my seed inside a lover?” He  snarls. You can barely hear him, all your blood is rushing elsewhere.  “Do you know what happens when a lover takes my seed inside?”

You cry out, wailing as a shock rattles your body. You squeeze your  thighs around his wrist as he continues to tickle you inside.

“You will bare my child,” he snarls. “It is inevitable. You tricked me  and you stole part of me.” He pants, watching you writhe. “I bet you  were waiting for me on that road.”

“No,” you pant, “I had no clue-” you moan.

“I was warned about women and humans.” He spreads your thighs more and thrusts his hard cock back inside you.

You wail out, nearly screaming as you come undone around him.

“That should have been the first time,” he laughs. He thrusts into  you, deep and fast. This time he is set to torture you. “I’ll give you  more,” he gropes your chest with hard fingers. “I’ll give you ever drop  of me. You’ll give me my heir and then I will fill you again.”

“Please!” You’re begging surprises you.

He laughs and kisses you. His lips surprisingly tender. “I’ll give  you everything,” he breathes. “But you will have to earn it.”

You moan, squeezing around him as another shock runs through your veins.

“I can already see you changing,” he growls. “You’ll anger a lot of  people, you understand? But you have me. So there is nothing they can  do.”

You bite your lip, holding back another wail of pleasure.

“I will do everything for you. All because you tricked me.” He  kisses your neck and cheek and bites your shoulder. “I will take what is  mine, do not worry about the price you will pay.”

You touch  his face, petting the marble and the ruined. “Take everything from me  too,” you mewl to him. “I don’t want to know anything else.”

He grins wickedly. “Humans are so easy.” He kisses you, tender and  gentle again. His hips roll inside you. His lips part yours so that he  can moan inside again. He releases, thick and warm inside of you. You  gasp, feeling your body rocked to the core. You squeeze onto his arms as  you back arches.

He chuckles, kissing your neck and chest.  “You’ll be a perfect vessel,” he snarls. “My heir will be warm and snug  inside you.” He kisses your belly. “Right here, they slumber.”

You try to shoo away the stars in your eyes as he speaks. As you do,  you see your skin as turned to marble. You sit up, staring at your  hands. Your whole body in fact as changed. Your hair is still as thick  and uncontrollable as before, but it is as white and soft as his.

“You look stunning, little human,” he then laughs. “Oh excuse me, my  little queen.” He kisses you and you whimper at his kiss.

“Queen?” You mewl.

“The gift of my seed is a better proposal than any diamond a human  can find,” he laughs smugly. “You received it twice in a row. You must  have been earned some luck.”

You look up at him, your heart  racing as he smiles like that. It is cocky and smug, but there is  something about it that is unbearably seductive. “How do you know I  would say yes?” You ask. “I only just met you.”

“Your body said yes,” he kisses your cheek. “Quite a few times.” He looks into your eyes. “Would you say no?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper. “You’re a first.”

“Last, as well,” he murmurs warningly into your ear. “Only.”

You melt a little bit. You hold his hand to your cheek. “Only,” you whisper back.

He touches your face and pets your wild hair. “I am far too young  for this. My father was twice my age before he sired me and took my  mother.”

“How old are you?” You ask.

“To a human?” He thinks for a moment, his lashes lowering. “Three thousand.”

Your jaw drops and you’re stunned. He just smiles that seductive smile and kisses your mouth until it is shut.

“I am young,” he replies. “And I have a voracious appetite. That is  why I have my concubine.” He whispers to you. “Now, I only have you to  feed me.”

Your face burns and you bite your lip. “Well…I suppose that’s ok.”

He laughs, kissing you again before wrapping your robe around you.  “I have a lot to explain, I can see that. But for now, I want to enjoy  my new bride before the brats start falling out of you.” You scowl at  him and he laughs. “Excuse me, before you have our lovely children.”Female Reader x male Monster

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.”