The Virgin and the Unicorn

A unicorn’s life is tied to the seasons. Had it been Summer, Elansis would have been in the secret valley where he and his brother unicorns congregated, eating the lush, sweet grass and enjoying each other’s companionship, swapping stories of what had happened since they had met the year before. It was they who had named him when he first showed up there a hundred and twenty Summers ago, three years old and on the brink of adolescence.

Had it been Autumn, he would have been wandering the edges of the Human lands, scouting where it would be safe to go later, and visiting with Clarissa. In this he was regarded as a bit odd by most of the other unicorns. They all dispersed from the valley in fall; in Winter it could not provide enough forage for the whole group and “belonged” to old Asterelon by right of longevity. But most of them roamed the wild areas, far from Human contact. “Yes we need Humans,” they said, “but only once a year. Other than that why risk death or capture?” Elansis though, and a few others, had grown to like, some could say love, their mates, and he enjoyed Clarissa’s annual report of her life since they had last met as much as those of his fellows.

Had it been Winter, he would be found hiding in his resting spot. It was a tiny glen, sheltered from the wind and with enough forage there to keep a unicorn fed through the dead season. Most of his time would be spent dozing, almost hibernating, waiting for the thaw.

The season now, though, was Spring and the unicorn’s mind was on reproduction. The seed that had been forming in his body was now full-ripe and demanding release. Driven by his hormones Elansis roamed the woods still uncut yet close by the inhabited lands. It was here he would have the best chance of finding a mate. He had perhaps a week left before it was too late. As so many times before, that had happened last year. There had been no prospects in the month or so he had. The seed died and his body had taken care of the situation. Elansis remembered the melancholy he had felt as, unbidden, his penis emerged from its sheath and he ejaculated his lifeless semen onto the ground in a spurting white stream.

But that was last year. Again he felt the tingle in his loins that signaled he was capable and ready. All he lacked was a willing mate in the right condition.

Ah, the maidens, Elansis thought and remembered them all fondly. Not that the list was that long.

Allynowyn had been the first. After decades of frightened girls fleeing or no luck at all, she had knelt before him in submission, to lose her virginity and take his at the same moment. At that it had taken two attempts. She had run into the woods like all the rest at the sight of his erect phallus. A year later Elansis had been in the same area and discovered, to his surprise, that she was not only still intact, but had reconsidered. She put up with his clumsy attempts at mounting her and it was she who started his habit of revisiting his mates. She showed him what girls liked and what frightened them out of their wits.

Perhaps she would not have done so had she known that his second conquest was to be her daughter, Bronwyn. Told her mother’s tales of unicorns since birth, at age fifteen the strong-willed girl knew exactly where to go and what to do to draw his attention. He remembered feeling Ally’s spike of indignation when Bron showed up at the next Autumn meeting, but she grew used to the idea and the two women became closer than most mothers and daughters. They would sometimes look at each other and laugh at the same delicious secret they kept from their respective husbands. The chain ended with Bronwyn as she conceived no children in her life, carried off in her thirties by disease. She told Elansis, at what turned out to be their last meeting, that she was glad to have at least a taste of what motherhood would have been like.

Bron had been dust thirty-eight and Ally thirty-two lonely years when Elansis took his third mate, Clarissa. She was shy and the unicorn tempered his lust, remembering the lessons Ally and Bron had taught him about women. She gave lessons of her own, on the delights of receiving oral sex after discovering it in her marriage. As payment for her stories she received treatments from Elansis’ talented tongue each year. Her husband wondered why for a week or two in the fall his middle-aged wife went around in a dreamy state with a half-smile on her face and took baths frequently. The hopes Elansis had of a second chain died though. Clarissa had borne three children by her husband – all sons.

It had been twenty-five years since he’d had Clarissa and Elansis was anxious for another session of carnal delights. Except in Spring he was not capable of copulation even if the opportunity was there, but his hormones were on full boil now and the shapes and forms of his mates kept flitting through his mind: Ally, stocky and full-breasted; Bron, so like her mother except that her nipples pointed upward a bit when excited; and Claire, tall and willowy with small breasts and a surprising pubic patch that was as blond as her head.

The breasts were what he remembered the most, not only the three pairs of his mates, but also those of the near misses, the ones who had partially disrobed before bolting or who turned out to be unready. Tits of various shapes and sizes floated through his memories. Not really a mammal – milk had never passed his lips – Elansis did not understand this fascination. Perhaps it was because they moved as if they had a life of their own. Perhaps they just felt good under his tongue. Whatever the reason, the phantom mammaries so filled his head that he almost missed the first tickle in his mind. He didn’t, though, and instantly his mind was flushed of all past thoughts as he concentrated on the emotional ripple he’d felt.

Yes, the unicorn thought as the feeling welled up again. It’s a sexual longing – female, as the emotion grew stronger. It was Spring and maidens were far from the only ones thinking of sex but a youth’s longings were spikier; a maiden’s felt rounder, somehow.

And it’s a longing-to-be, not one for a repeat nor a remembrance. This was a good sign of a virgin’s longing but he would have to smell her to be sure. He moved at a trot toward the source as silently as a shadow. The perceived emotions grew stronger and he fairly raced toward them, skidding to a stop at the edge of a large meadow. By coincidence, she walked into the meadow at the same moment, across its diameter from where the Elansis lurked. Now that he could see her, the emotions came in much sharper. Yes, she was wanting to be fucked, he thought a little crudely. He could almost feel the male – human male – presence in her mind.

Another part of his mind analyzed her appearance as she walked towards him. Brunette, hair done up, light cotton skirt and blouse with the lacing open showing a teasing bit of soft flesh, basket of flowers and… a blanket? This last disappointed him. Claire brought a blanket to put under her during their fall trysts. Could this maiden be planning to meet somebody here and consummate their love in front of him? Damn! Good-looking tits, too.

She reached the center of the meadow and put down her basket. She then took the blanket by the corners and shook it out. Elansis’ mind boggled at the same rate her boobs danced under the blouse then threatened to seize up entirely when she bent over to spread it out, causing the delicious orbs to swing out heavily. He regathered his thoughts as she stood upright again only to have them scattered once more when she proceeded to reach through the lacing and tweak her own nipple. The erotic spike she emitted cut through his thoughts and he started analyzing the emotions again.

Too much longing for somebody to be meeting her today, he thought. She’s touching her breast (!) the same way he did, but that’s all he’s done and she’s wishing him here, not expecting.

The longing welled up in her again and he knew her knees were going to give out before she did. The sudden movement as she lay on the blanket broke his reverie. He hadn’t smelled her yet. Got to move downwind quick! the frantic unicorn thought. He analyzed the leaves’ motions a moment. About a quarter of the way around, that way. He drew back from the tree line and moved silently.

As he went, the longing was slowly building up in her again and she started tweaking her nipple though the blouse just as he arrived at the proper spot and took several deep sniffs. The spikes from her mind as she toyed with her nubbin were distracting but the delicate odor of a virgin was overlaid by the heavier musk of her stimulations, but unmistakably was there. The final question to be answered was, is she at the right time of the month for his seed to take? The even more delicate pheromone signaling that was lost under the musk of woman-in-lust. He’d never smelled it so strongly in someone alone. She’s going to bring herself off just playing with her tit! Elansis thought.

Instantly, the erotic emanations from her mind broke off and she sat upright. Had she received his emotions? Some Humans were more sensitive than others and Elansis froze, trying to still his mind. The suspicious girl scanned the woods, and looked right past him without seeing. Although her sexual thoughts were stopped, her erotic pheromones still wafted across the meadow. Unicorns’ sexual response systems are partly intellectual and partly instinctual, the same as people, but closer to the latter. The virgin’s pheromones were stimulating Elansis’ limbic system and he felt his control slipping – he fought back an overpowering urge to get out there and couple with her, progeny be damned.

Then in a reflex as undeniable as sneezing, he tossed his head and snuffed deeply, nostrils flaring. Instantly she looked right at his location, drawn by the movement. Elansis held his breath, but she didn’t look away. Long seconds went by but she still searched the shadows in his direction, trying to find what had moved. Finally, lungs burning, he let go his breath and took in another lungful of sweet air. He’d managed, barely, to do it silently but his mid-brain received another jolt of woman-scent. Again with the head toss!

The triumph he felt from her was undeniable: He was found out. He might as well move out and see what would happen, if nothing else. Careful, now, Elansis admonished himself. Let’s not frighten her until at least we get a gander at those gorgeous boobs. He walked out of the shadows.

The varied expressions on the girl’s face matched the emotions Elansis was receiving from her. When they had settled down to wonder, with a bit of awe, he decided that she did, indeed, recognize him as a unicorn. When he was fully out of the trees, he stopped and pawed the ground with his hoof, mainly as something to do while she looked him over. After a moment, the brunette tucked her legs under her, raised up on her knees, and spread her arms wide open in an obviously non-hostile sign.

It’s not you I’m afraid of," Elansis thought. It’s your papa or maybe your big brother.

He pawed the ground again, took a step towards her, waited a moment to make her think that he just might bolt, then took another step, all calculated to make him seem less threatening and more desirable at the same time. Without a big surprise, though, there was no way he was going to bolt, not with those tantalizing aromas she was still emitting. The musk had subsided somewhat, making the virgin-smell stronger by comparison, but it was still too strong to make out anything about the time of her monthly cycle.

He stopped an arms-length away and waited for her to reach for him. She did, shyly, a moment later and he sniffed her fingers. Mmmm. Perfume from the flowers she’d picked and something musty… Ah! Mushrooms. He nuzzled her palm, then tossed his head to caress it with his beard. They were always suckers for the beard. A faint wave of pleasure rose from her mind and she reached back to fetch a lily from the basket.

Why a lily? Elansis wondered as she offered it. They were kind of bland. Still it was the thought that counted. He carefully lipped the bloom out of her hand and munched it. He took the second one, too and felt a bit of courage rise up within her as he calmly ground it to paste with his molars. Sure enough, the young virgin stroked the side of his neck, then embraced him. The calculating beast held still and was rewarded when she started stroking his side and talking to him.

It felt good. When only one of your friends has hands and you like to be touched, anything feels good and, while he couldn’t understand her words, they were obviously meant to be soothing. When she embraced his neck a second time he rewarded her with a soft whicker. The kneeling girl reached for a third lily, but Elansis was getting bored by this time and decided to step up the pace. Let’s see what you’re made of, girl, he said to himself, and ignored the proffered treat to sniff at her.

He started at her hairline and worked her over with his snuffing nostrils: face, shoulders, back to the mouth, and down to the throat. He found out a lot. They burned pine in the cookstove at home. She cooked at least some of the meals and she’d had oats – oatmeal, probably – sweetened with honey for breakfast. He felt her momentary confusion when he continued on down to his real goal, her breasts. The patient unicorn snuffed and the swelled flesh that showed through the lacing. Not bad, he concluded. Bathed recently. Not today but soon enough. Bet I can make that left nipple pop up just by breathing on it.

He snuffed deeply at the center of the female mound on that side figuring his hot, steamy breath would penetrate the cotton cloth. More confusion from the girl and sure enough, a moment later the cloth bumped up as her nipple erected under it. Let’s try a little contact, he decided and brushed the point with his lips.

Elansis felt the erotic spike in his mind as the kneeling virgin gasped and pulled back out of his reach. Bad move. Both tits shifted and strained, and in a moment two nipples were poking out at him. This girl is ready! the excited unicorn thought, and for the first time felt his cock stir in its sheath.

She saw where he was looking and looked down to notice her body’s betrayal. She looked up with a stricken look and Elansis decided to raise the stakes a little. He stepped forward, took one end of the lacing holding her blouse together in his teeth, and pulled back steadily. The knot came undone and he dropped the cord in his mouth to step back and admire his handiwork. The blouse gaped open wider than before, along with her mouth. One false move and one or both nipples would be exposed to his gaze.

No such luck. She carefully sat erect, managing to preserve her modesty, but the erotic emotion rose strongly in her. Casting her eyes demurely down, the brunette maiden unthreaded the lacing cord from its eyelets, then opened the blouse fully exposing one breast, then the other. Looking up again, she pulled the blouse off her shoulders, pushed it down to her waist, and waited, nervousness mixing with the sexual emotions.

Analysis was impossible. Elansis’ brain just rolled over and over, going, Boy-oh-boy-oh-boy-oh-boy! Her tits were even better-looking than he had hoped. Round and firm, just this season full-ripe, they jutted toward his hungry gaze, trembling a bit as she shifted her weight from one knee to the other. They were capped with large, pink nipples, surrounded by equally pink areolae that ended in sharply defined edges, just the way he liked them.

Unable to stand it any longer, the aroused beast stepped forward and licked the length of her left breast. He felt her mind explode when her nipple was struck by his textured tongue and he looked to see the results. She was a bit lop-sided now. The areola on her left breast was gone, disappeared as it corrugated to extend the nipple it tended at him. Elansis closed the distance between them and worked that left boob over with his tongue, leaving no part untouched but making sure to pass over her nip with each swipe. With each hit, she sent another erotic spike to his brain and they began to run together. The kneeling virgin began to tremble and leaned back, carrying the bouncing teat out of his reach.

Elansis looked at her, left tit puffy with arousal and wet with his saliva, right relatively normal, and decided to even her up. When he closed this time, though, instead of licking, he opened his mouth wide and took her entire breast into it. Being careful with his teeth, he sealed his lips around the soft girl-flesh and suckled. The warm, pliant boob was drawn further into his mouth with each suck and he soon felt her firm nipple at the back of his throat. The unicorn started swallowing to massage that erogenous zone with his throat muscles. This carried her to new carnal heights and she began bucking her hips as she moaned aloud.

The musky odor from her loins was increasing again, so Elansis released the panting virgin’s breast before it overpowered the clue to her cycle again. She stared, right breast reddened and wet, as he snuffed at her waist and down to where her sex was hidden, but her clothing was blurring her scents too much. Frustrated, he stepped back then thrust his head under her skirt.

The move was too bold. Before he could detect anything, with a sharp exclamation the startled girl leaped to her feet and backed away from him, one hand inadequately hiding her boobs, the other instinctively over her privates even though they were under her skirt. Elansis could feel her agitation.

Oops, he thought, stood very still and made a reassuring sound in his throat. Her thoughts grew calmer and she let her hands drop, even the one over her bare breasts. He slowly stepped a forward and snuffed her sex again, ever so gently bumped the hidden mound with his nose, then stepped back. She radiated doubt a few seconds, then the feeling quieted: She had made a decision.

Elansis waited while she drew the tail of her blouse out her skirt, pulled the garment over her head and tossed it aside. This made her boobs move provocatively, but knowing what was to come, the unicorn kept from drooling. The half-naked girl then knelt to slip off her shoes and the stockings underneath. Standing on her feet again, she unfastened the waist of her skirt and slid it over her hips and down to the ground. This motion made her breasts swing, as when she had spread the blanket, but Elansis paid no attention. He gazed at her face a long moment as she stood in her last garment, a half-shift, then looked down at where her hips swelled under the linen. She waited another long moment, then stepped out of the heaped cotton of her skirt. She hesitated again, then untied the knot at the waist of her half-shift. First pushing the waistband down at the back she preserved the final moment of her modesty before sliding her hands around to the front, opening the shift’s waist entirely, then letting it drop to the ground.

She stood before the unicorn naked but her secrets remained hidden, lost behind the delta of her pubic hair that spilled from between her thighs. Elansis had just enough time to admire how the curly mass of hair – brunette, of course – nicely delineated her sex when doubt radiated again and she covered her pubes with both hands. Elansis was more interested in the odors emanating from the brunette bush than its appearance but it was time to reassure the doubting maiden again. He approached and nuzzled gently at her fingers. Slowly the shy girl moved her hands aside and pressed them against her thighs, still doubtful, but willing to expose herself.

The unicorn buried his nostrils in her sex-fur and inhaled deeply. The pheromones were overpowering. The randy-musk was the strongest but he was close enough to the source to pick up the sweetness of her virginity and… YES! The coppery tang that marked her womb’s readiness was there. He would get a son!

The triple whammy on his limbic system was too much and, for a moment, the horse-like instincts in him took over. The aroused mini-stallion stepped back, reared his head, peeled his lips back and trumpeted the heavens, exactly as a full-sized stud. When he looked at the startled girl again, her eyes were riveted on his loins as his genitals made ready for sex. Seconds later, the tingle in his penis told him it was fully erect and flight or fight emotions turmoiled through the nude girl’s mind for several moments. Then, like it was rising in the background, desire welled up in her. Elansis helped her make up her mind by pressing his nose into her soft belly just below the navel and giving a firm push.

He had gauged the force just right, barely enough to push the surprised brunette off balance. She fell backwards into the soft grass without even making a thud. Her legs had flown wide in a vain attempt to keep her balance, and Elansis could see the coral-pink labia of her virginal slit in its pubic nest. They glistened with wetness. Virgin or not, her body was ready.

He walked toward her and fear rose from her mind like heat from a stove as she stared at his rigid cock. When he stopped and dipped his head between her thighs the fear turned to surprise in the moment before he licked her center.

As he’d approached he saw that the pubic hair on her outer lips was sparser than on her mons. They’d parted enough to scarcely show the moist inner folds of her vulva. Below, her anus was hidden in the tight valley her ass cheeks made and above, the pink pearl of her clitoris was just peeping out of its hood. Her love mound with its thick thatch of pubic curls stood prominently at the summit.

He slowly and deliberately started at the lower end of this feminine display, dragging his tongue through the parted moist warmth of her sexual slit, pushing back the hood of her clit, and continuing through the brunette forest she carried in front until he reached her navel. He felt her belly quake as she gave a shuddering gasp and her pleasure made another spike in his mind. He made another pass over her genitals, lingering so that her labia had time to part further under his tongue’s caress and he got a good taste of her sex-juices. They were delicious but he had little time to savor the taste for the aroused girl spread her thighs wider, making her cunt open like a squeezed plum. He stroked her a third time and penetrated the very entrance of her vagina.

As he continued his bath the panting farmgirl raised her knees until they reached her breasts, already occupied with her hands, and held them there. This action spread the mounds of her ass exposing the puckered orifice hidden there so Elansis included that in his lingual foreplay. As he continued his assault, she rolled her head back and forth in passion while she moaned and continued to knead her tits. She began rocking her pelvis upward to meet him as if eager to begin the next stroke.

Elansis gauged her erotic emotions until she was only a little short of her climax, then he stopped. He’d been aroused enough now that he was dripping the lubricant that would help him penetrate her virgin cunt, and it was time to give her a good look at what would be getting into her. He moved forward as she watched in excited anticipation that peaked just a moment as his cock passed over her exposed slit. Expecting to be mounted, no doubt. He stopped when his phallus was suspended above her, within her reach. He’d been told it looked more like a man’s penis than a horse’s. Anyone looking at it would know what kind of vagina it was made to delve into. He patiently waited for the supine maiden to make the connection.

The curiosity grew in her mind and a moment later he felt her cool hand encircle the shaft of his rod. He involuntarily nickered at the pleasurable contact and could feel the flow of his sex-fluids increase. When she slipped her hand up the length of his cock he shuddered with pleasure and nickered again as the clear lubricant fairly trickled out the eye of his penis. When she used it to grease his rigid sex organ from tip to half its length then began jacking its whole length in a firm grasp Elansis cried aloud and began bucking his hips so that the slickened shaft slipped back and forth in her grip.

When he felt her touch his scrotum he stopped. Usually his partner had to have an orgasm in order to trigger his own but this was stimulating enough that he well might ejaculate in her face instead of her belly. She kept up her slow jacking motion with one hand while hefting his balls with the other and he could feel her cogitation. Moments later he felt her surprise, mixed with a little shock, as she realized the sexual possibilities. She radiated doubt, then desire came welling up, desire for him!

She embraced him and he could feel her soft breasts against his chest. She spoke something aloud he couldn’t understand but her emotion he could feel was plain enough. She released him and he moved off of her to display himself to her, waiting for the last bit of shock. Come on, honey, he pleaded silently. Figure it out.

Since he was not built to literally lie with her she would have to be mounted like a mare. More than once he had gotten this far with a willing maiden only to have her balk at losing her maidenhead like a beast, kneeling under him in submission. He remembered with a pang still sharp after five Springs the look of disgust that came over one virgin’s face as she realized what she had to do to consummate her new-found lust. He had laid down, head bowed while her anger lashed over him and didn’t move until she had dressed and stalked off, still fuming. Unlike most of his fellows, Elansis considered the three women in his life as mates, not simply incubators for his sons. He felt as rejected as any swain spurned by his love with a terse note.

Her puzzlement continued a while, then a slowly dawning realization followed swiftly by embarrassment. Then the desire came welling up again and she made up her mind. The statuesque brunette rose up and stood a moment, chin up, almost proudly. She then walked to where the sheep blanket waited, brushing the grass off her ass, making the rounded moons quiver enticingly. At the blanket she looked over her shoulder at the waiting unicorn, one eyebrow arched. The maiden then gracefully dropped to her knees on the blanket, then onto her elbows. She spread her knees and Elansis could see her looking at him between her dangling breasts and the coral crease between her thighs. A slow undulation of her hips made those glistening lips slide and she spoke again quietly. Again, he didn’t understand her speech, but the come hither attitude was unmistakable. It was time.

He trumpeted aloud and closed the distance between them quickly. When he stood on his hind legs to hoist his penis to horizontal there was a moment of misgiving. She was expecting him to rush her like a stallion, ripping into her body with one stabbing thrust. But Elansis was a lover, not a stud. He knelt on her back with his forelegs, not putting his hard hoofs on her back like his friends did, and looked down at his extended cock as he maneuvered it into position. When its tip touched the waiting girl’s moist slit he pushed it forward – and missed.

With his three successful copulations his cock had found its target as surely as any archer and he’d felt the exquisite pleasure of it sliding into a wet passage. This time he missed. His glans skipped off of the indentation of her vaginal entrance and he could feel her bush tickle his rod as its entire length slid up her belly instead of inside it. He stood there, chagrined then she touched his penis, spreading the viscous fluid it dripped to make it slick again. When he withdrew for another try, she kept her hand on it. He touched her vulva again and she firmly moved his phallus from side to side, opening her cunny with it and wedging the blunt knob just inside. He could feel the anticipation rise in her mind as she withdrew her hand.

Elansis pushed forward again and felt her warmth on his cock’s knob as he penetrated her about an inch. Then her hymen resisted and he pushed against the taut membrane. Another push gained nothing but a third, very firm, thrust ruptured her maidenhead and he was sliding into the warm, wet, constricted channel of a virgin’s vagina. Even as the last of his slippery phallus slid into her body, the small spike of pain from her mind was overwhelmed by pleasure.

He dropped onto all four feet and panted in time with the ex-maiden under him, feeling her pussy clasp his cock. It had been twenty-three Springs since he had last felt it and he savored the warm tightness. Elansis enjoyed sex as much as any Human, perhaps more since he got the mental feedback of his partner’s pleasure. In fact the mental union was so strong she would have to climax before he could. He began stroking her to achieve that orgasmic explosion. He slid his cock back and forth gently at first, giving her box a chance to adjust to his size, then began thrusting more firmly as he stretched her open.

Her discomfort diminished and her pleasure rose in waves synchronized with his thrusts, higher with each stroke. She began toying with his phallus, letting the firm shaft slide through her fingers as he delved into her. The pleasure reached another peak and she began pushing back to meet him. Elansis craned his neck to get a view of her wonderful tits swinging to and fro, set into motion by their copulating rhythms.

The pleasure he perceived reached a new plateau along with his own and the rutting stallion began to grunt with the effort of plunging into the equally eager woman under him. The gentleness was gone; he rammed his cock full force into her body and could feel her sex-fur tickle the lips of the sheath at the base of his penis. This sent his partner to a new high and she suddenly cried out and clasped her dangling breasts in both hands. Balanced on just her knees she bucked back, skewering herself on his rigid sex organ, pulling her nipples and groaning in time with each thrust. This triggered her orgasm and she collapsed onto her front while her last groan rose to a cry as her pussy milked the penile invader it enveloped.

Her mental explosion echoed through Elansis’ mind touching off his own orgasm. It took several seconds to peak so she was recovering from the throes of her climax when his own erupted. Instinct took over again and Elansis used his last coherent thought to kneel on her back again instead of stand on on it as he reared up. The rest was as mindless as any stallion.

He screamed in orgasmic triumph and thrust savagely into her three times, each deeper than the last. With the third he clasped her firmly in order to ejaculate his semen as deeply as possible into her body. His penis twitched a few times in her tight cunt, then pulsed firmly with each spurt, a second apart.

One. The hot, milky fluid from his balls jetted into her waiting sheath, still pulsating from her own climax.

Two. Another solid stream of cum with more volume than the first.

Three. This was the one that counted. He could sense the prepared embryo course down his phallus and into her pussy. It would find its way into her womb and plant itself there to grow.

Four, five, and six finished his climax, the streams diminishing in force as his balls drained.

Mind back, Elansis dropped his front hoofs to the ground then backed away from his new mate. Her pussy walls clasped at his cock as if reluctant to yield it up, but it was too slippery and already starting to deflate. He could feel it slip free and dangle a moment before retracting into its protective sheath. His exhausted companion had rolled onto her side by that time and watched the process with quiet interest, a rivulet of his semen running down her thigh.

When he could no longer feel the cool air on his penis, Elansis gave a sigh of contentment and lay down to rest. The mother of his child crawled over, breasts swaying, and leaned her back against his side. She put her arm around his neck in an embrace and regarded her still-leaking cunt. He heard her think. ~Now what?~ she wondered. He carefully formed his response.