This work contains the following: mild hypnosis, sex with an intelligent fantasy creature, breeding kink, come inflation, anal, massive dick, old school ominous fairy tale vibes.
The sun was just beginning to set as Aodhan finished his chores for the day, warm summer air giving way to the cool relief of an evening breeze that quickly dried the lingering sweat on his brow.
Twilight was a time every mother warned her child of, especially when one lived as close to the forest's edge as Aodhan did-- twilight was when the veil between worlds was at its thinnest.
Twilight was the time of faeries.
He lingered just inside the fence that had surrounded his home for generations to watch as warm golds slid steadily into soothing plums and arterial crimsons in the sky over the distant trees. The young man leaned against a fence post and admired the sunset for a time while he absently wondered what the fae might be doing in the deep heart of the forest. No human dared walk there-- even Aodhan's father, god rest his soul, had never ventured more than an hours walk from the forest border and he had been a hunter of some renown.
He'd
never
ventured in after dark.
Aodhan was drawn from his reverie by a mosquito at his ear and he swatted at it then straightened. Before he could turn away and go inside to make his dinner, however, movement at the forest's edge caught his eye.
Curious, he stopped and squinted against the fading light of the sun despite every warning his mother had ever given him, and remained locked in place as a creature came into view.
At first Aodhan thought it was a horse, though no horse in the village could be coaxed within a stone's throw of the forest no matter how you beat or bribed it, but then the creature turned its head so the light of the rising moon caught the length of the long, black horn that jutted from its brow.
It was a unicorn, the man realized, fear and awe making his heart leap within his chest. Aodhan had never seen one in person before, nor did he know anyone who had (no one that could be trusted, anyways), but he'd heard them described in tales and he realized now none of them had done the creature justice.
The unicorn was smaller than a horse, though not by much, with a slim build and long, slender legs that made it the living image of grace incarnate. The impression carried to the stag-like feature's of the creature's face and lion's tail, though most eye-catching of all was its pelt that shimmered like moonlight given physical form.
Before he even realized what he was doing, Aodhan found himself at the gate and had nearly unlatched it when he realized what he was doing and stopped, surprised at himself. Though he'd never been so wary as his mother had wished, he'd never been fool enough to go roving across the countryside at night when the moon was barely a sliver in the sky.
A sound caught Aodhan's ear and he felt something strange stir within him-- as if the person he loved most dearly in all the world had called his name.
"I'm here," he returned, voice only barely above a whisper and still he clapped his hand over his mouth while his heart thundered behind his ribs.
Overwhelmed by strange feelings he couldn't put a name to, Aodhan took a step back from the gate only to return and place his hand upon the latch when a voice called his name a second time.
Aodhan... come, little one.
A shiver racked the man's slender frame and, longer master of his own hands, unlatched the gate, though did not quite dare to step through.
Aodhan,
the voice called a third time, tone soft and sibilant, like the steady trickle of warm honey sliding across the man's mind and dulling his senses with its sweetness.
I see you, beloved. Bright star in the night-- come shed your light upon my weary brow. Come.
The latch clicked and the gate swung open under Aodhan's hand as the man stepped over the threshold of his family's property and onto the path beyond. Night had fallen and the young man turned his back on the lights of the distant village and strode towards the forest and the glimmering beacon of the unicorn where it lingered within the shadows of the tree-line. The creature seemed to consume his whole field of view and though he must have climbed at least two fences and crossed three fields it seemed to Aodhan that he reached it within the span of a single breath.
The unicorn was even more impressive up close-- terrible and beautiful in equal measures.
Fast as a summer gale no hunter could hope to catch it. Stronger than a team of oxen no man would ever chain it. Fierce as the wrath of God, no knight could best it in combat...it had all sounded so far-fetched as a child but now, with the real thing stood before him, Aodhan was made a believer.
Draw near, sweet one,
it coaxed, voice like softest velvet and so deep it seemed to reverberate in Aodhan's very bones.
I would look upon you.
There was movement in trees beyond the unicorn-- lithe, shadowy figures that watched him with eyes like stars lingered there but Aodhan found it impossible to focus on them. His attention was all for the unicorn; he could not have looked away had he wanted to.
"How... how did you know my name?" the man asked as he stepped within arms reach of the unicorn, though he did not dare raise a hand to touch it. He felt dizzy beneath the silvery gaze of its strangely colorless eyes but neither could he look away.
