Two lovers and her Unicorn_fantasy romance Page 4

  “Yes, Naylaa. Yes! Please, don’t stop.”

  Feeling her own body tighten in response, she smiled against Para’s skin. Naylaa received great pleasure from making her lover reach orgasm.

  Her fingers found a good rhythm thrusting in and out of Para’s wet core that gripped her with surprising strength. She increased the speed until Para cried out, digging her nails into Naylaa’s head. The pain was a nice distraction as her own body responded to Para coming until juices ran into her palm. There was nothing better than this moment.

  Using her tongue to softly lick Para’s clit, she gently removed her fingers and licked her lips. The taste was incomparable.

  “That was incredible,” Para panted, her knees pressing together in a sign of bliss.

  Naylaa kissed each quivering, soft inch of Para’s body as she moved back up to her face. Even with her body wound as tight as a drum, she enjoyed the kissing and soft touches that only Para gave her.

  Her black-eyed woman grabbed her suddenly and thrust her tongue into her mouth.

  Naylaa moaned and rubbed her pelvis against Para’s leg, which she pressed against Naylaa’s aching flesh. She was so very close to orgasm.

  Para guided her onto her stomach and mounted her from behind.

  The slide of Para’s wet pussy and soft breasts as they pressed against her back and legs were truly exciting. Naylaa gasped loudly, unable to be silent.

  Wet kisses were pressed to her back as Para slid downward. Naylaa relaxed into the mattress and closed her eyes, feeling worshiped and loved for the first time in too long.

  When Para reached the globes of her bottom, Naylaa was pulled up so that her ass was in the air. Her weight was on her knees, but her chest and face remained on the bed, thanks to Para’s persistent hands.

  The position was Naylaa’s favorite and her arousal ratcheted up a knot in anticipation of what was to come. Para knew exactly what she liked.

  Her breath was coming out in pants and Para had barely touched her yet.

  “You’re so wet,” Para said as she slipped her fingers between Naylaa’s open legs and stroked the sticky and swollen skin folds.

  Groaning loudly, she tilted her pelvis back and was surprised when the fingers disappeared and a tongue found its way into her pussy instead. Para gripped Naylaa’s thighs and spread her legs wide, opening her completely. A shiver coursed down Naylaa’s spine as she pressed back, wanting more.

  Para alternated between licks to Naylaa’s throbbing clit, then tongue fucking her deeply.

  The pressure built, then receded. Then built again. Need clawed at Naylaa as completion became within reach, then was taken away again.

  Naylaa groaned out her frustration, her hands clenching the sheet on either side of her head.

  “Please, Para, I need to come.”

  She rolled her hips back again, burning up inside. She wanted to scream in frustration, but knew her lover would not disappoint her.

  Para moved her tongue forward and focused on Naylaa’s clit, sucking and stroking it over and over again.

  The wave ascended and lifted her up. Naylaa threw her head back, gripped the blankets on the bed harder and screamed in ecstasy. Her orgasm ripped through her like an earthquake, making her shudder for several moments before collapsing forward on to the bed. Little aftershocks caused her to continue to writhe in pleasure.

  “We’re not stopping yet, my lover.” Para pulled at her hips and she was lifted back onto her all-fours position.

  Naylaa complied, though her mind was groggy and she felt the tug of sleep pulling at her.

  Para put one hand on her lower back to tilt her pelvis up and pushed two long fingers deep into her aching passage.

  Pleasure pulsed through Naylaa as her greedy pussy gripped Para’s fingers hard. Moaning and arching her back to gain an even better angle, Naylaa realized how much more she needed.

  Her sensitive tissues parted eagerly as Para found a rhythm, thrusting two fingers into her whilst stroking and kissing her back and buttocks.

  “Yes. Fuck me just like that.”

  Para curled her fingers to rub against Naylaa’s most sensitive internal spot and kept stroking.

  “Yes, thank the Gods, yes!” Naylaa gripped the bed sheets again and cried out as her second orgasm plowed through her body.

  Her pussy contracted tightly around the fingers that were still inside her and she fell flat onto the bed again, sated and complete.

  Para stroked her hair and whispered soothingly to her. Smiling deliriously into the mattress, Naylaa winced as the fingers inside her were removed and the whole world became dark.

  Naylaa woke to the world slowly, her body and soul both satisfied. She rolled onto her back and stretched out her arms above her head.

  Para always looked after her, knowing what her body needed better than she did, sometimes.

  There were voices talking in the sitting room. She really should be going. She dressed quickly, running her hands through her long, blonde hair, trying to look less like she had been thoroughly pleasured and then passed out afterwards. She didn’t know how successful she was going to be at hiding that.

  Walking out of the bedroom and into the dining room, she found Para sitting with her son and her mother. Relieved that it was no one else, Naylaa sat down at the table with them.

  “I’m sorry I slept so long.”

  Guilt assailed Naylaa when Para’s mother looked suspiciously over at her daughter, but Tomei just smiled and talked to her.

  “Of course, you are tired. You were awake all night with the Queen. My mum told me.”

  “Oh?” Para’s mother raised one eyebrow.

  Naylaa knew this woman wasn’t fond of the fact that her daughter preferred to pleasure women over men, but she would never deliberately cause offence to Naylaa. Like every other person in their town, Para’s mother found Bronte to be a blessing and knew that Naylaa’s happiness was equal to pleasing the Unicorn.

  “The Queen has been ill and is expecting a baby very soon. Bronte healed her and I took him home again this morning.”

  Para handed her a cup of water and dried green leaves. She took it and gave her lover a thankful smile. Para always made sure to have food suitable for her, a thoughtful gesture, as always.

  “Is the baby all right?” Para’s mother asked, narrowing her eyes again at her daughter’s behavior. “I didn’t realise she was expecting a child.”

  Para continued to bustle around the kitchen, putting food together for dinner.

  “Yes, they will both be fine. She should birth tonight, I believe.”

  Naylaa glanced outside, remembering the way the Queen’s unborn baby had felt beneath her palms. If all went well, that baby would be born and feeding from its mother’s breast by the morning. Separated, but still united.

  She finished the food her lover had given her and stood up, taking the dishes to the washing area and placing them carefully down.

  “Thank you for your kindness, Para, but I must go.”

  Para opened her mouth to stop her from leaving, but she held up her hand.

  “I must see to Bronte, make sure he is okay after last night.”

  Para smiled in understanding and pushed some sweet green bread into her hand. The bread making was an especially thoughtful gesture as it was time consuming and Para was not green-eyed.

  “I made this for you whilst you slept.”

  Heat crept up into her face and she kissed Para on the cheek. Naylaa knew Para wished they could be more permanent partners, but she couldn’t commit to Para in that way. She was still looking for her mate and knew that when she met him, her life would alter forever.

  “Thank you, my friend.”

  Bowing to Para’s mother and stopping to rustle Tomei’s black hair, she walked out the door and made her way through the forest to Bronte’s side.

  Chapter Four.

  A laugh bubbled out of her as Bronte galloped through the forest. Naylaa loved the feeling of his powerful body betw
een her legs.

  The power, the speed and pure exhilaration that came with riding an animal such as Bronte was something she couldn’t share with anyone.

  “You are incredible, my friend. It has been too long since we’ve run like this.”

  I know, Naylaa.

  They had gone far and were now on their way back. Bronte’s home was just ahead of them, hidden amongst the rocks and trees. As they moved forward, Bronte stopped suddenly.

  Beneath her hands, Bronte’s skin prickled in a strange way.

  “What is it, Bronte?”

  I can smell something. Foreign and delicious.

  The tingle of excitement and arousal that ran through him made Naylaa shudder. She had never felt that particular current within Bronte before, and in turn, felt her own body soften.

  I need to go.

  He turned without her direction and began to run. She let Bronte have his head and held on tightly to his mane.

  “I trust you, Bronte. Take me to it.”

  As her body began to ache, Naylaa knew they both must find what he had sensed and she trusted his instincts much better than her own.

  Almost there.

  Bronte slowed just before they reached the edge of a waterfall pool.

  Naylaa jumped off his back and crouched down in the brush, just out of sight.

  The black stallion didn’t stop when she did. He walked straight through the greenery and into the water.

  I found her.

  Naylaa heard the declaration and gasped.

  No, it wasn’t possible.

  She jumped straight up to see if she was right in what she sensed. That Bronte had heard the siren call that all United pairs wait for.

  Gasping in shock, she saw a white female Unicorn standing beneath the waterfall.

  “Oh, Bronte. She’s beautiful.”

  She truly was a breathtaking sight. The white Unicorns were almost extinct. Some people had assumed they were gone completely, but she’d never believed that. Naylaa had always wondered who hid the last of the beautiful and rare creatures.

  It seemed they had found one at last.

  “Where is your United, beautiful creature?” Naylaa couldn’t stop herself from asking. If this was Bronte’s mate, then the Unicorn’s United was Naylaa’s true love.

  Her heart began to thump harder in her chest, her hands quivering with excitement.

  “Is it really possible?”

  Bronte reared up and pranced like a dancing horse in the water in front of the white female. She was small and very beautiful when she turned to him, extending her horn. Bronte splashed back down onto his hooves and walked forward, rubbing his horn against the female Unicorn’s in a heart melting show of affection.

  “Oh, Bronte...”

  Pleasure ran through Naylaa, from her heart down to the place between her legs. She had always known she was connected to Bronte, but these sensations were new and rather strange to her.

  Her body was heating, wetness pooling between her thighs, without any stimulation at all.

  “You found us.” A man’s deep voice behind her made her jump. When she turned around she saw the man who had calmed Bronte in the town square. A look of surprise and desire shown on his handsome face.

  His blue eyes met Naylaa’s for the first time and she gasped in shock at the connection they made. Every cell in her body purred in response to that one look.

  She had found her soul mate, the man who had been born to be hers. Her legs began to shake as her core melted.

  “Oh, Goddess, it’s you.

  Drawn by the same force, the man staggered forward as though intoxicated. He was almost a foot taller than her, broad shouldered and strong. He wrapped his huge hands around her tiny waist and lifted her up against him.

  “Yes...” Naylaa panted, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

  “Please, I need you.” She looked up into his blue eyes and saw the same hunger there.

  “Yes.”

  His mouth descended and devoured her lips.

  She gasped as his warm lips pressed hers open and his tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her. The kiss broke when he pressed her up against a tree and Naylaa gasped for air.

  “Oh, please, yes.”

  An intense pleasure surged through Naylaa and she groaned in unison with the man, both of them feeling the moment their Unicorns united.

  “Oh, Goddess, that feels incredible.” The man shivered and stilled as though waiting for something.

  Naylaa turned her head to watch as Bronte mounted the white Unicorn and entered her.

  The man in her arms groaned in time with the Unicorn mating.

  “By the Gods! I’ve never felt anything like it!”

  Naylaa could empathize with his feelings. Bronte had never mated with another Unicorn before. Therefore, she had never felt such feelings flowing through their connection. It was making her crazy with lust.

  “I know. Please, you need to fuck me.”

  The man pulled up her dress and skimmed his hands over her plump, swollen flesh. She was sensitive everywhere.

  “You’re so ready.”

  She moaned when he found her clit and caressed it. She was so close to orgasm already, she bit back a scream.

  “Now, please,” she begged, pushing down on his hand. Her belly was tight, sweat rolled between her breasts. She was already too close.

  The blue-eyed man stared into her eyes.

  “Why does it feel like this?” He panted as he tore at his trouser fastenings.

  He was as frantic as she.

  His thick cock sprung up from its confinement and touched her wet, hot flesh. The pleasure it promised caused her breath to catch. Her orgasm was imminent.

  “Please, I’m going to come. Please!” she wailed, unable to hold back a moment longer.

  The man grabbed her ass with both of his hands and positioned her.

  “Not without me, you’re not.” He parted the lips of her sex with the head of his cock, then thrust the entire length inside of her with one, strong push.

  “Oh yes!” she screamed. Her eyes slid shut as her orgasm imploded within her.

  Lights flashed inside her mind as she shuddered and groaned. She sunk her teeth into his shoulder and tilted her pelvis to maintain the deepest contact.

  Her pussy rippled and wrung the man’s cock over and over again, and with a groan, he spilled himself into her womb.

  “Ahhh...”

  A second orgasm caught Naylaa by surprise when his seed flooded her. Uncontrollable shudders shot through her body as her pussy drew up as much of his seed as it could.

  “Oh... Goddess!” She cried out, unable to believe her body’s responses.

  The man in her arms slowly collapsed to the ground, rolled onto his back and took her with him.

  “That was incredible.” His deep voice vibrated through his chest.

  Naylaa lay with her head against the man’s thundering heart, her mind still reeling from the power of their connection.

  Was this how all United couples felt? How were they ever going to get anything done if they couldn’t stop mating?

  “How did that happen?” she asked, thunderstruck. She hadn’t taken a male lover in years, and one look at this man and she had to have him.

  Had Bronte felt the same way on seeing the white Unicorn?

  The man chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “Don’t ask me, I feel like I got swept up by a storm cloud.”

  Naylaa sighed and pressed herself closer to him. Now that her orgasm high had ebbed away she could feel their connection building.

  She had always known that she possessed an empty place within her where her mate belonged. That space had begun to fill.

  By the Gods, she had not mated with a man in such a long time. Yet, with only one thrust from this man’s perfect cock, she had come all over him. She could feel him still inside her, partially hard.

  Naylaa gave a squeeze of her inner muscles
and felt his flesh stir. The man beneath her groaned in response. She forced her head up to look at him.

  He was the most strikingly handsome man she had ever seen. Never had she seen such clear skin, such perfect features.

  “Your eyes are incredible.”

  Blue eyes were very rare in her town. So being blue-eyed and having almost black hair made this man uniquely beautiful to her.

  The man flushed pink at her compliment and began to move his hips.

  “I want you again.” He moved his hands to her hips and tilted her for better penetration.

  Naylaa leaned up and caressed his lips with hers, tasting his flesh and loving the stir of arousal within her.

  He wove his fingers into her long, blonde hair and responded in kind, sucking on her lips and using his tongue on the seam of her mouth.

  Naylaa began to move, up and down on his hard cock.

  “Yes, sweetheart, yes.” He moved his hands up to her breasts beneath the dress she still wore and tweaked her nipples firmly. She moaned in response and moved a little faster.

  “How do you read my body so well?” She gasped in surprise.

  He narrowed his eyes. “I just can.”

  The man grabbed her by the hips and flipped them so that he was now on top. She laughed at his playful technique, then groaned when the man grabbed her by the knees and pushed her legs up so that they were spread wide, close to her shoulders.

  This position meant that he caressed her internal walls in just the right way.

  “Oh, fuck. That’s perfect!” Again, Naylaa wondered how he knew so much about what she liked. He was obviously made for her in more than one way.

  “By the Gods, you feel like heaven itself.” The man threw his head back in pleasure and began thrusting into her harder and faster.

  Naylaa moaned with need as she balanced on the precipice of orgasm once again. The man she knew to be her mate, thrusting so perfectly inside of her.

  “I’m coming!”

  She screamed as a lightning storm exploded inside her head and her whole body stretched taught. Her release rolled through her. She bucked against him repeatedly, digging her nails into his arms, while he buried his head into her neck and groaned out his own release.