The Unicorn Pt. 07 NonHuman

Content Warning: male pregnancy, male breasts, milking, partner breastfeeding, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, exhibitionism, cheating, giant nonhuman dick, genital transformation, labor, during labor, birth.

The unicorn was waiting at the forest’s edge when Eris left Aodhan’s garden by moonlight not long before dawn.

“It is done,” Eris told the prince of the deep wood, unashamed of his nakedness where his cloak hung open to expose his own pregnant body. “We need only sever his few remaining ties here and your mate will be yours, now and forever.”

Then your passage is secured, witch— one hundred mortal years to freely tread the far corners of my kingdom so long as you follow my laws.

“I thank you, fairest of princes,” Eris said with a small, pleased smile and bowed slightly at the waist to show his gratitude. Free passage in the fae realm was something few not born within its borders could secure, but now it was his. Oh how his coven would envy him…

The unicorn watched him closely and the witch felt its eyes fall on his swollen belly.

I see you have gained my mate’s blessing, as well as my own, the creature remarked and Eris’ shifted the hem of his cloak to shield himself from view.

“What was given was given freely— the child is mine. You have no claim to it.”

We shall see, the unicorn mused and turned back towards the forest, moonlight glittering off its pearlescent hide where it breached the canopy. Anything might happen in the forest’s shade.

~~~

Restless and feeling half out of his head as he stood on the path leading up to Aodhan’s garden gate, Collin told himself to go home for the hundredth time in the five minutes he’d lingered there on his way back to the pasture for his afternoon’s work.

Still haunted by impossible visions of strange and fantastical lovemaking with his childhood best friend, Collin hadn’t been able to orgasm since that first dream. It had felt so real and now nothing could satisfy the man’s lust.

He’d been bedding his wife daily, multiple times, even, and yet Collin had faked every orgasm. Even masturbating did nothing, only brought him up to the very edge where he was, time and time again, denied that final release.

The man’s balls were aching and his cock was at least half hard all the time now— it was taking every ounce of Collin’s self control not to be impatient with Aisling when she continued to draw up short on making him come despite his bringing her one earthshaking orgasm after another every time they coupled. He’d started coming home for lunch the past two days and he could tell his rampant libido was starting to take its toll on her. When he’d gone home just now to try yet again to find a release in her beleaguered body, Aisling hadn’t been there.

Probably avoiding her beast of a husband, he thought, hating himself a little for the animal he was becoming. These urges and lack of release were in danger of driving him mad, though, and that madness had driven him to Aodhan’s gate on his way back to work.

The hedges had grown to a startling height this summer and considering that they remained well pruned, Collin could only assume Aodhan wanted them that way. This close you couldn’t even see the house over them— and Collin was not a short man, nor could he see through them as he drew closer to the gate.

He hesitated there at the threshold and nearly turned back, but then the winds changed and a deliciously cool breeze seemed to blow out through the opening in the hedge, carrying with it a sweet, heady scent the likes of which Collin had only ever encountered in his fondest dreams. Dreams where he made love to another man like beasts in spring and that love bore impossible fruit…

Collin took a long, deep breath, and as if the breeze had carried away the last of his senses, opened the gate then stepped inside.

The path through the hedges continued for a distance that should have easily carried him through the far side of Aodhan’s garden and kept going for some time past that, spiraling ever inward while growing wilder by the moment until he found himself in an untamed, twilit garden of wondrous beauty.

He did not stop to admire his surroundings long, however, as something drew Collin in deep to the heart of the place where flickering lanterns glowed in the boughs of a tree he actually recognized. It was the same one that grew at the heart of Aodhan’s garden, though it seemed larger now, more fantastical— though not so fantastical as the figure that lay in the thick bed of moss at its base.

It was Aodhan, looking more pregnant, and more beautiful even than he had in Collin’s dream. His thick, dark curls fell around his shoulders, longer than he remembered, to frame his stunning, porcelain smooth features. The sleeping man wore only a dark, gossamer thin robe as he lay there, the picture of vulnerability as the transparent fabric fell open to bare his full, perfect breasts and enormous pregnant belly.

It was enough to make Collin groan at the picture his old friend painted, and his cock was rock hard, weeping precum as he admired the man in his sleep.

All thoughts of the world outside the garden forgotten, Collin fell to his knees at Aodhan’s feet and gently parted his friend’s legs with careful hands.

“God in heaven,” Collin moaned quietly at the sight that presented itself to him. Aodhan’s cock still hung between his velvet thighs, but it was smaller than it had once been, and his balls had been replaced with the most perfect cunt Collin had ever laid eyes on. It was bigger than his wife’s, thick lips further engorged with arousal to the point it practically hung between Aodhan’s legs not just wet but actively oozing juice like an overripe peach.

“Oh fuck…fuck,” the man groaned and stripped rapidly out of his clothes, huge, throbbing cock springing free of his breeches, red and weeping come with a desperate need to be buried in the enticing hole laid out before it. Weeks worth of unsatisfied urges forced Collin forward to bury his cock in his best friend’s sopping cunt without even trying to wake him first.

The hot, engorged lips of Aodhan’s pussy welcomed Collin’s aching shaft like the kiss of long parted lovers and Collin orgasmed immediately with a bestial howl that turned into a sob of relief as he finally found his release. Collin was still fully hard when he finished and he knew he had more to give, so without pulling out, he pulled Aodhan’s legs up over his thighs and began to thrust, quick and shallow, into the rapturous embrace of the sleeping man’s pussy.

Aodhan’s gravid figure was even more erotic than Collin remembered, his swollen, childheavy belly inspiring the man to new carnal heights as he reached out and stroked its taut surface. He was so big now it was a wonder Aodhan hadn’t burst— he looked well past nine months by any standard Collin had ever seen, but rather than concern, the man was only aroused by his friend’s state. Silvery stretchmarks laced Aodhan’s belly and his once inverted navel now jutted sharply out from the otherwise smooth surface of his stomach, testament to the massive size of the child growing within the man.

“You’re so beautiful…if this is a dream, god help me, I hope I never wake up,” Collin panted fervently as he fucked Aodhan, the man’s fat, wet cunt squelching obscenely with every desperate thrust. Despite the way it gaped and oozed, Aodhan’s pussy gripped tightly at Collin’s cock with every thrust, like it was actively trying to milk him— the suction of it was stronger than any blow job Aisling had ever given him.

Collin bent over to put his back into it, and it was only then he realized he wasn’t alone in his admiration of Aodhan’s body. A handful of fairies barely the size of his finger flitted here and there around them, wings glittering in the lantern light. They moved so quickly Collin thought they were dragonflies at first, but they slowed when they drew close to Aodhan’s breast and lapped up the opalescent milk that leaked ceaselessly from his round breasts like hummingbirds.

Greedy for more, Collin shooed the creatures away and leaned down to take one of Aodhan’s nipples for himself, latching on hungrily and suckling like a halfstarved calf. The sweet, familiar nectar filled his mouth and quenched the brutal thirst that had been building up in him while easing the strange heaviness that had lingered in Collin’s belly since last they met. He sucked harder, groping at Aodhan’s breast to force more of the ambrosia into his mouth while he tugged and teased the other nipple and fucked him at the same time. The bud of flesh had grown thicker and longer since last they’d coupled and something in Collin was pleased at the thought that they were too far gone to ever go back to the size they’d been before he’d been impregnated.

If only it was me, Collin thought dazedly while he continued to take his pleasure from Aodhan’s body. If only it was my babe in his belly— he’s so big he could push out a whole litter at once…

Collin had no idea what had knocked Aodhan up, but something deep down inside him knew it wasn’t human, that the child inside of him was far too large to be sired by him or any other man in the village. He’d seen it move, seen the way the entire surface of Aodhan’s belly would shift when it turned inside of him…

“Collin, my pet, you’ve come to me at last,” Aodhan said and Collin realized the slumbering man had finally woken. Rather than be alarmed or disgusted to find himself the subject of Collin’s unholy lusting, he appeared pleased and even leaned in to kiss him.

“Aodhan, I— I…”

“Shh,” Aodhan hushed him with a smile and drew him in for a deeper kiss while he shifted his hips to allow Collin better access to his pussy, which tightened and fluttered sweetly around the shaft of his cock in wordless welcome. “I missed you,” he breathed quietly against Collin’s lips and the man’s heart leaped in his chest. “Now show me how much you missed me.”

“Yes, oh god yes,” Collin moaned and rolled Aodhan onto his side, then helped him further onto his hands and knees. “Like this, I want you like this,” he declared, unbearably aroused at the picture the other man painted in the position. Aodhan’s belly had grown so large it pressed firmly into the mossy earth beneath him when he was on his hands and knees while his breasts hung heavy before him— like udders waiting to be milked. Indeed, in that position, they dripped steady as a leaky faucet and gushed outright when bounced once Collin took his place behind Aodhan and mounted him with a hard thrust.

Aodhan moaned loudly at the rough use but took it easily, having long since become accustomed to such attention. He hadn’t been in possession of a cunt for long, but it felt right, especially when it was stuffed full of cock the way it was now.

“Yes! Yes, take me, my love! Show me how badly you want a baby! Harder! Harder!”

Collin slammed into Aodhan with a brutal force he’d never dared try with Aisling for fear of hurting her, but Aodhan didn’t just take it, he moaned wantonly the whole way through. Hours passed and the man emptied load after load of seed into his lover as they both lost themselves to pleasure, little more than beasts rutting in the open until they were both soaked in sweat, seed, and Aodhan’s nectar.

~~~

After more than a week of the most mind blowing she’d ever had, Aisling hit an unexpected dry spell. Collin had been mounting her like some kind of prized broodmare every chance they got and then, suddenly, nothing.

He came home late, often after she had already gone to bed for the night, and when they did talk he gave excuses about putting in extra hours felling some rotten trees up at their pasture at the edge of town.

She hadn’t been concerned at first (if anything she’d been a bit relieved to have a chance to recover from so much ), but she became concerned when one of the other menfolk in the village asked if things were alright with Collin. Contrary to what her husband claimed, their pasture was, apparently, in some disarray— enough so that neighbors had started to take notice.

Worried, but also not willing to admit her doubts and simply ask Collin outright, she followed him one morning when he claimed to be heading out to the pasture to check on their flock. It was shockingly easy— Collin walked with a purpose out of the village, so fixated on his destination that he barely looked around, let alone behind him to where she crept amongst the bushes at the path’s edge.

Aisling was surprised when Collin detoured by Aodhan’s house, though she didn’t think much of it when he disappeared past her friend’s garden gate— she’d asked her husband to look in on their friend lately, after all. Aodhan had become oddly reclusive the last couple of months and it was on the way to the pasture, so Collin hadn’t minded stopping in.

A visit Aisling expected to last half an hour at most stretched into an hour, then two, then four— until noon had come and gone and still Collin had yet to reappear.

Sick to her stomach, Aisling finally broke from her cover and advanced towards Aodhan’s house, though it wasn’t even visible over the mad hedges that had taken over the place since the start of summer. Perhaps Collin had gone out the back, she thought and pushed the gate open and charged heedlessly inside. She’d just check in with Aodhan herself, pretend she was there for a visit on her own without asking about Collin so she wouldn’t look paranoid and—

Aisling hesitated, suddenly fearful as she realized she’d been walking for some time, nearly long enough to take her all the way to the pasture and yet she was still enveloped by hedges. A faint, rhythmic smacking sound in the distance caught the woman’s ear and drew her on against her better reason, though, and soon she found herself in a twilit forest the likes of which she’d never seen before.

All its beauty was lost on her, though, as her gaze instantly landed on the men in plain view under a nearby tree. The sight came as such a shock that it actually took Aisling a moment to fully absorb what she was seeing— her own husband crouched behind their best friend, gripping him by the hips and pounding roughly into him with a look of grotesque euphoria on his vacant, slavering features. She’d never seen him make a face like that before and it rendered him almost unrecognizable for a moment, especially when accompanied by the beastly, monosyllabic grunts and growls emanating from his throat with every thrust of his hips.

If Collin seemed changed at a look, Aodhan was even more so. His face was the same as ever, but his body was so unnaturally transformed that Aisling nearly screamed at the sight of him. The horror was too much, though, and her throat tightened so the sound barely came out as a whimper when she pressed both her hands tight over her mouth, eyes wide as she stared at the man that had been her childhood best friend while her husband fucked him from behind.

He was pregnant, impossibly so— even beyond the fact that she knew he didn’t have the parts needed to achieve such a state in the first place. His belly was so huge it pressed into the earth and bulged out to either side as he rested on hands and knees under her husband. Huge, swollen breasts bounced with every thrust he took, fat nipples gushing milk while he panted and moaned in pure ecstasy the likes of which Aisling doubted she’d ever experienced.

Their eyes met, then, and Aodhan smiled, almost apologetic, but not quite. “Aisling,” he panted as he threw his hips back to meet Collin’s thrusts so their skin slapped loudly together. “Don’t hate me, okay? I couldn’t help it— neither could Collin, once he tasted me.”

Collin shuddered and groaned, hips juddering to a halt as he came inside of Aodhan. He pulled out, but only long enough to turn Aodhan over until he lay on his side so he could lift one of his legs and start to fuck him again, seed gushing from the other man’s hole with every thrust of his hips. He leaned down then, not seeming to notice Aisling at all, and began to suckle from one of Aodhan’s heavy tits like his life depended on it while he fucked him.

Momentarily distracted, Aodhan panted and groaned at all the repositioning, then reached down and stroked Collin’s hair when the man started to feed from him.

“There’s a pet,” he breathed, chest heaving with the effort of keeping up with his lover. Aodhan looked back at Aisling then and smiled hazily. “He’s insatiable— all day like this, day in and day out…he’s desperate to knock me up even though I’m already…well, you can see.”

Aisling could see. By size alone Aodhan’s pregnancy clearly wasn’t normal, his gender aside, but before her eyes the surface of his stomach bulged and rolled alarmingly. Something big was growing inside the body of her former friend and it definitely wasn’t human.

A low, beleaguered moan erupted from Aodhan when his unnatural child moved and rather than be horrified, Collin stared at it with intense fixation and began to thrust harder.

Her husband was aroused by it, Aisling realized nauseously. The abnormal changes to Aodhan’s body and his profane pregnancy had somehow corrupted Collin, luring him from her side and into her former friend’s embrace so completely the man she’d married didn’t even realize she was there.

Fear finally lifted the paralysis that had held Aisling in place and she spun on heel then fled the garden the way she had come. The trip back to the gate seemed shorter, only a few paces before she erupted into late afternoon sunshine and sprinted back to the village without breaking stride.

~~~

It took some time and some repeating, but Aisling managed to round up the village priest and half the village besides by dusk— and together they set out towards Aodhan’s house by torchlight.

It had taken surprisingly little convincing, everyone had noticed Aodhan’s increasingly reclusive tendencies and Collin’s strangeness— not to mention Aodhan’s mother had always been a strange one. Her sudden pregnancy after so long barren had been the subject of much whispering back in the day, after all.

“You did the right thing, child,” the priest, an older man in his sixties that Aisling had known her whole life said as they drew closer to Aodhan’s cottage. “These faeries have to be routed before their evil takes root and the forest takes over, consuming all in its path.”

Aisling nodded tearfully. “I only wish…I only wish I’d realized before he took my husband,” the woman said and wiped at her eyes while the priest gave her a sympathetic look.

“It’s not your fault, my dear. Wicked fae can turn even the most devout Christians, if caught unawares. Purging them now will save his soul, at least, even if it is forced to shed its earthly coil in the process.”

They arrived, and those who hadn’t seen Aodhan’s cottage that season were taken aback by the tall, dense hedges that lined the property. The priest made a sign of the cross, then gestured for a few of the men to open the gate and lead the way in, torches held high.

They barely laid a hand on the gate when an unseasonably cold wind heavy with dread blew through the hedges as if it came from somewhere else entirely and snuffed the torches. The mob cried out, alarmed, and stumbled back from the gate, fear chilling their hearts and settling into the marrow of their bones.

It is time, a dread voice proclaimed, booming like thunder overhead and sending several men running for the village, torches and pitchforks abandoned.

Frozen in place, Aisling watched, wideeyed, as the gate burst open and chaos billowed out.

At the front, a unicorn, beautiful as it was fearsome, sprang with unnatural grace, Aodhan sitting sidesaddle on its bare back with an ease that should have been impossible under the weight of his massive belly.

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