This work contains the following: mild hypnosis, sex with an intelligent fantasy creature, breeding kink, come inflation, male pregnancy, anal, massive dick, exhibitionism, old school ominous fairy tale vibes.
Realizing there was little else he could do, Aodhan immediately started homeward and arrived shortly before sunset, fashioning the flowers the witch had given him into a wreath as he walked. One of his goats went to take a bite of it when he hung it on the gate as instructed but before Aodhan could warn it away the creature caught the flower's scent and jerked away with a bleat of complaint. Whatever the flowers were, goats apparently disliked them and Aodhan wondered if it wouldn't have a similar effect on unicorns.
Pleased, the man went inside and lit a fire in his hearth then stopped to regard the bottle Eris had given him. The fluid within had the consistency of water but its color was quite similar to that of the flowers he'd been given-- if darker and more concentrated. He swished it thoughtfully then glanced out the window to see that the sun had begun to set so he popped the cork then downed the contents all in one go.
For a moment, nothing happened, then a taste like lightning smelled filled Aodhan's mouth and he gagged as his tongue went numb and his teeth started to buzz. He took a step towards the water pitcher at the table but the whole world began to spin so he stumbled towards his bed instead, colors whirling in vivid arcs behind his eyelids. He hit the mattress and groaned when his stomach seized and something within him, either the potion or possibly even the unicorn's child itself, pulsed hot as a new born star that radiated waves of ecstasy all the way out to his fingertips.
Aodhan gasped and writhed where he lay on the bed as he dragged at his clothes, desperate to be free of them but not coherent enough to remove them. He did manage to get his hands on his belly and he groaned as he rubbed it, his own touch intensifying that sense of pleasure until it became too much and he blacked out.
When he woke, it was night, and Aodhan wasn't convinced he was actually awake at all. There was a dreamlike haze lingering over his room that muted all the worlds colors and sent the shadows indistinct.
Strange, ethereal music caught his ear, as did the soft sound of conversation and the occasional bell-like peal of laughter, and Aodhan forced himself upright. The world still hadn't stopped spinning but it was far less aggressive than before-- more like he'd had a little too much wine than he was outright disoriented.
He made his way to the door and dragged it open to find himself in a place that
seemed
like his garden at a glance but became more-and-more unfamiliar the longer he looked at it, as if another place entirely was trying to occupy the same space at the same time.
The flowers he walked among certainly were not his-- they were the same as those the witch had given him, and the bark of the tree at the center of the garden looked like living silver that glinted under the soft light of the delicate lanterns hanging from its branches.
There were people all over the place.
Strange
people. Not strange as in strangers he had never met, either-- but strange as in almost certainly not human. Like the garden that was not his garden, though, these strangers, these
fae
, were like two disparate things existing in the same place at the same time. If you caught them from the corner of your eye at just the right angle one could glimpse their alien forms but a human guise overlaid it as soon as one regarded them head on.
This should have alarmed Aodhan but instead he felt only a vague sense of euphoria as the scent of the blue flowers tickled his nose and the enchanting music filled his ears. Two strangers approached and guided him to a low table set with a feast and the whole crowd turned to regard him as he took a seat on the grass among them. One of his guides filled a crystal cup with water that glittered like liquid starlight and tasted the same. It quenched a thirst in him Aodhan hadn't noticed before and the delicate, alien fruit the other fed him quickly satisfied his hunger.
He went on like that for some time, eating food he did not recognize and drinking starlight under the watchful gaze of the full moon. It hung impossibly huge and heavy in the sky overhead, rendering the lanterns little more than decorations while the musicians played on and the fae began to dance.
Their movements were hypnotic in their grace and Aodhan had no idea how much time passed before the crowd parted all of a sudden to reveal the unicorn. It approached Aodhan at a regal pace and the man rose to greet it without thinking.
My bright and shining star, you have a prince's thanks for your invitation,
the unicorn proclaimed with its warm, velvet voice that still sent shivers up Aodhan's back.
"My prince," Aodhan breathed, then paused, confused in spite of the pleasure his mate's presence brought him. "Invitation? I don't--"
Your wreath of faerie's tears, beloved; a most welcome invitation to me and my court to join you in your home.
Someone had removed the table, allowing the unicorn to circle Aodhan appreciatively again, the same way it had the night they had met.
And what a fine mare you have turned out to be-- look how you swell already! You shine all the brighter now; like the moon herself as she waxes.
The unicorn came to stop before Aodhan again then declared,
I would look at him.