Blessings of the Valley [Woman x Unicorn/4847 words]

Black trees stood as shadows against a golden sky. Between the mountains to the west and the growing thickness of the woods there was little light to be found on the forest floor where not even grasses could grow. Below the leafy canopy it was already night. Still, Blaire carried on through the dark.

"A ring of toadstools where the forest is darkest…" Said the witch in the moss covered hut. "...that is the place. That is the door. That is where you will find him."

Blaire stopped and looked around. She could hardly see the trees around her. There was no path. No narrow game trail. She was simply following…

"There." The young woman muttered.

A hungry shadow. A yawning darkness. A direction where the night below seemed to drink in the light above to become a blackness as smooth as velvet. Just looking in that direction was enough to send a shiver down her spine. That was where the forest was darkest. That was the way she'd go. An hour passed and the sun sank below a hidden horizon. Gold fled the sky only to be replaced by silver; the twinkling lights of stars and the soft glow of a half full moon.

A moon that sat between light and dark. That waited on the border between worlds. A witching moon, if the hag was to be believed.

Blaire believed her.

She had to. It was spring in the distant valley she called home and things there were different. The greens weren't as green as they used to be. The animals were slimmer and fewer in number. The flowers were less… flowery? That was the best way she could put it. There was a subtle change in the valley. Her peoples time of plenty had come to an end. That year wouldn't be so bad, but the next would be a little worse. And the next. And the next. And how bad would things get?

"I have to do something." She'd said to herself.

But what could she do? She found her answer in a story that was once told to her.

"This valley used to be naught but rock and dirt until the King of the Forest blessed our land and filled the earth here with life. He did it because a woman from the valley made him happy." Her grandmother had said years before with a wink and a grin. "And he wanted to make her happy in return. He's one of the fair folk, you know. A fairie. He lives in another world that only sometimes touches our own."

That story had led Blaire to the witch. The witch had led her to the hungry shadow. The shadow led her to…

She'd forced her way through a thicket so dark she couldn't even see the branches scratching at her face. On the other side the forest suddenly grew thin and deepening darkness gave way. Ahead, there was a grassy clearing ringed in mushrooms that glowed with reflected moonlight. Blaire stopped and dropped her bag. Then she untied the front of her tunic.

She wasn't a skinny girl who lounged about in gowns and occupied her time with poetry or embroidery. No. Blaire was a mountain girl. Her tunic, breeches and boots were cast aside to reveal a body with labor thickened limbs. Her chest was heavy. Loose fitting shirts hid it well, but whenever she wore more form fitting clothes the men of the valley often found themselves distracted. At least, those men who weren't looking at the firm roundness of her backside. She didn't often dress in the clothes of women but, when she did, well, it was nice to be appreciated.

The clothes of women…

Despite knowing she was alone, Blaire still looked around before opening her pack and pulling out the dress the witch had given her. She had already stripped herself nude without concern for onlookers but that dress, it was something else. Better a young man from the valley find her naked in the woods than wearing that pale blue dress. So thin was its fabric, she could see her hands through the garment despite the dark. Blaire knew that when she put it on it would cover her body, but would conceal nothing.

She was right.

Only when she pulled it over her head did the valley girl discover how the garment had been cut. It was high on the sides. So high her hips were left bare to the cool night air. And so low in the front! On a less endowed woman there may have been some bunching of fabric across the chest that might have offered a bit of modesty. Blaire instead filled it out and was left with a deep, eye catching valley of skin. Looking down, she could clearly see the dark circles of her nipples through the thin fabric.

Finally, Blaire reached up and back and removed the pin from her hair. Then she shook her head and let long locks as dark as the night sky fall around her shoulders.

"Ohhhkay…" She said, slowly, letting herself feel the silky smooth dress rub her naked skin. "Here we go."

All the branches and twigs and long dead leaves she had been hiking through for hours had vanished the moment she passed through the midnight black thicket behind her. Instead, the ground was soft and warm under her bare feet. The air, too, was getting warmer. Night had brought with it a chill that raised bumps across her skin, but as Blaire drew nearer the circle she found herself growing more comfortable.

The circle…

A ring of broad mushrooms circled the clearing. Blaire stopped before crossing it. Then she took a deep breath and stepped forward. Grass met her foot. Soft, broad leaved and so green its color overcame the dark of night. She clenched at it with her toes and smiled, enjoying the feeling, before remembering the witches instructions.

"A spiral." Said the witch. "You must walk in a spiral against the turning off time. Around and around and around you must go, singing a song of your people. Any song will do, even a bawdy tune, hehe, but it must be sung. Don't worry about skill, that doesn't matter, what matters is that you sing with feeling."

Blaire turned right and started walking. Then, happy she didn't need skill, she started singing the first song that came to mind.

*"All the nice girls love a candle, all the nice girls love a wick. 'Cause there's something about a candle that reminds them of a–"*

She clapped, as they often did in the tavern while singing the tune.

*"Nice and greasy, slips in easy, it's the nice girls pride and joy. When they're walking the front, with a candle in their"* CLAP *"Ship ahoy! Ship ahoy!"*

How a sailors tune came to be popular in a mountain valley was anyone's guess, but a song is a song, and Blaire belted out verse after verse as she walked in her long spiral.

"And all the… the nice girls who love a sailors…" The young woman stood in the center of the mushroom ring. Her heart hammered in her ears. She wasn't even aware of her last half hearted clap.

It was still night and she was still in a forest, but it was a different forest under a different night. The trees around her spiralled and intertwined, their branches growing in waves instead of straight lines. Looking up, she saw stars. Different stars. And streaks of purple and gold across the black of night and… and the moon. Still black and silver. Still half full. Still on the edge. But it had spun around. The moon was backwards. Its pits and scars were all different.

"When you get there…" Said the witch, days earlier. "You must announce yourself. The fair folk don't tolerate trespassers, but they are honor bound to show kindness to guests."

Blaire cleared her throat. Then, with her head held high and her exposed chest pushed out and her fists on her bare hips, she said, loudly, "I am Blaire of the mountain valley and I seek the King of the Forest who once blessed my home, that he might bless it again."

She listened to the silence of the strange forest.

Then there was a sound like leaves in a gentle wind. And motion. And light! Something moved in the forest beyond the ring of mushrooms. Something white. Something that gleamed not just in moonlight, but with its own inner power.

The King of the Forest.

What was he? That was a question Blaire had asked herself during her long hike. An elf? That would be, well, many young women had heard stories of the elves. And had dreams of the elves. And fantasies of the elves and… But what if he wasn't? The fair folk weren't all tall, slim, beautiful people with pointed ears. Many were small and winged. Could any of them be a King? Others were strange and twisted. Some were downright monstrous if the stories were true. But they were all fair folk. They were all fairies. Any of them could be a King, couldn't they?

The light was closer, just beyond the black thicket whose hungry darkness failed to suppress the coming Kings majesty.

Blaire was suddenly very aware of how she was dressed. She wasn't a shy young woman and could hardly be called modest. Just the previous summer she'd enjoyed a bath in a mountain stream knowing full well some of the local boys were spying on her. But she wasn't in the valley anymore and whomever was coming wasn't a young man she could knock about the ears for getting too handsy.

"I– I'm Blaire of the mountain valley." She repeated, her confidence draining away with every word. "And I seek the, uhh, the King of the For… forest…"

He didn't have to fight his way through. The dark thicket simply parted to allow the lights passing.

It was a horse. No, not a horse. The beasts body was white and glittering and draped in a flowing mane spun from silver threads. Its eyes were as black as the sky and filled with just as many stars. From its forehead sprung a long, spiraling horn of shimmering silver. The glowing creature trotted through the thicket on hooves like ivory and stopped at the ring of mushrooms. It stared at her, huffed, then walked around the ring. When it came back to where it started it tossed its head and gave her a whinny.

A Unicorn?

Blaire was smiling. When did that start? She had no idea, but given the soreness of her cheeks it must have been pretty much immediately.

A Unicorn!

Of all the fairies in all the tales, it was the Unicorn that was her favorite. A magical beast that could peer into the hearts of men and see good or evil. A creature with a mind as sharp as any humans. Whose life-giving powers could cure the sick and heal the wounded.

Of course! The blessing upon her home land, the transformation of barren earth to verdant valley, what other creature could grant such life and such health!

"Are you…" Blaire grinned from ear to ear, hardly able to contain her joy. "Are you the King of the Forest?"

The Unicorn reared up onto his hind legs and beat at the air with his hooves. He neighed and his horn shone with a light that brought color and life to his surroundings. Yes. He was the King. That was his declaration. That message was clear.

Blaire clapped her hands together and laughed, excitement and joy filling her to the point of overflowing. Whatever fear or apprehension she felt before was gone completely. A distant memory.

"I'm Blaire!" The young woman blurted out. "What, uhh, what's your name?"

The Unicorn swished his head around. His horn, spiraling and silver, left waves of light in the air.

"Silverhorn." She said, figuring the name to be close enough. "You blessed the valley I came from, right? It was your magic that brought life to a place that had none. It's… it's, ahh… it's worn off. I guess magic doesn't last forever, does it? Can you do that again? Please? Bless the valley for another…" Blaire considered how old the story might have been. "Hundred years?"

Silverhorn gave her a side eye. Then he started walking around the ring for a second time. Slower. His starry gaze creeping across her body. Again, Blaire became suddenly aware of how she was dressed. The story said the woman made the King happy. The witch had given her the dress and said the King would approve. A dress like that? There was only one reason a woman would wear a dress like that for a man.

She kept her hands at her sides. Her toes squirmed. Her spine tingled. She chewed her lip and tracked the Unicorn as he made his way around her.

"Umm, if there's anything I can do to make you, ahh, happy, that is. I wouldn't expect you to bless our valley for nothing. Obviously. I'm here and willing to…" He had circled around behind her. Being out of sight only made it worse. She could feel his gaze upon her skin. Wherever he was looking, she was shivering. "Willing to do whatever it takes to, uhh, to get that blessing."

He was back in view, coming around her other side, still outside the ring of mushrooms. A shadow dangled beneath him.

*Oh shit, is that…*

Blaire looked at the strange stars above and slowly exhaled.

She had spent the whole day hiking and daydreaming of the coming encounter with the Fairy King. To make him happy? She didn't need to see how the dress was cut to know what that meant. But that wasn't a problem. Blaire had been thrilled by the idea of taking a tumble with some Elf King.

Clomp clomp.

The young woman looked down to see Silverhorn stomp one ivory hoof in the soft dirt beyond the circle. Her eyes darted immediately to the shadow drooping down from his underside. Then she looked back up at the sky.

*You wanted this.* Said a voice in the back of her head. It was the honest part of her mind. The part that spoke only truth. *Not just today. For a long while, you've wanted this. The opportunity to be alone with a ho–*

The Unicorn gave her a soft whinny. Blaire looked down and saw the black thicket behind him part. Beyond that wall was a forest unlike any she'd seen before. The magical beast then took one step towards it and gave her a side eye. His message was clear.

"I want…" The young woman cleared her throat. "That is, I am willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy. I came prepared to, umm, to serve you. To service you. And I'm not backing down."

The thicket closed and Silverhorn walked closer.

It was a strange thing, the mushroom ring. That circle of fat little toadstools wasn't much of a barrier, but the entire time she'd been in the presence of the King of the Forest she'd been in the circle and he'd been outside. It made her feel safe. But the moment the Unicorn stepped one ivory hoof into the circle, she felt exposed.

Closer.

Closer!

He was bigger than she thought.

The equine fairy sniffed her neck while she stared into one of his black, starry eyes. There was intelligence there; vast and strange in many ways, but also familiar. Silverhorn was not a horse. He was not an animal. He was a Unicorn. And a King. And… and…

And a man.

Blaire was shocked when his thick lips found hers. At first she didn't know what to do, but then the voice in the back of her mind, well, it didn't say anything. It didn't have to. It only had to make itself known to remind her of the hidden, shameful fantasies she'd had at night in the privacy of her own mind involving her and beasts of burden. When she watched valley men plough mountain meadows, it wasn't the men ploughing her in her fantasies.

Fantasies.

She was in a land of fantasy with a creature of fantasy. Removed from the valley. Removed from the world. No one would know what she did there. There would be no shame. No judgement. No repercussions. Only her satisfaction and a blessing upon her home.

Blaire gave a soft moan and submitted to her shameful fantasies. Her hands stroked Silverthorne strong jaw and soft hair. Then, not content to be passive, she returned his gesture and mashed her lips into his. His tongue touched hers. Then, long and thick and powerful, it invaded her mouth. Blaire closed her lips around the intruding muscle and sucked. The Unicorn liked that, if his own grunts were any indication.

"S– su– suck–" She said between breaths. "Suck my tits."

Silverhorn pulled back and looked down with his dark eyes. Blaire, her heart hammering in her chest, let the thin straps of her dress fall from her shoulders. Heavy. Her breasts were heavy. And round. And capped in large nipples the color of wet clay. They were sun kissed, like the rest of her body. Colored by the time she spent basking in the warmth of day.

The Unicorn pressed his broad tongue against one stiff nub and drew his head up in a long, forceful lick that lifted and dropped her breast. Then he brought his thick lips to the other stiffened peak and enveloped much of her soft flesh in wet warmth. Blaire moaned again. One hand held the King under his jaw, the other grasped the base of his spiraling horn. She clenched her teeth and groaned.

A horse. She had been kissing a horse. Of course, horses didn't kiss. Horses didn't do a lot of the things she imagined doing with them. But was he really a horse? No. There was more behind his eyes than a flighty herd animal. There was intelligence and desire and…

"Woah! Hey!"

Silverhorn pulled back and released her with a wet pop before pushing forward and sending Blaire tumbling into the soft grass of the clearing. His hot breath poured over her exposed legs. His broad nose was already under the thin fabric of her dress. Before she could do much of anything, that thick tongue had started to explore.

"I thought Unicorns only ate plants."

Blaire grinned. Silverhorn whinnied between her legs, then he brought his lips into play. She gasped. She shuddered. She groaned. The valley girl put one hand on the Unicorns snout and arched her back, pushing herself up into him. Then his tongue… his tongue! That invasive muscle slipped into her warm cavity and flexed against her. It didn't go deep. It didn't have to. Instead it writhed around just inside of her body. Stretching. Throbbing. Rubbing against her most sensitive areas.

Only her shoulders and the balls of her feet pressed into the soft grass of the clearing. Blaires hips were off the ground. She stared past her own exposed chest to watch the gleaming white horned horse bury its muzzle into her pussy.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't– do–"

She slammed her head back into the ground and gave a breathless cry. Toes curled. Muscles spasmed. She shook. Then she gasped. But he didn't stop. Silverhorn was relentless. He kept sucking outside while pulsing his tongue within. Another wave crashed over her body. Then another. Then her feet slipped on the dew slick grass and she collapsed into a panting, gasping heap. The sudden absence of Silverhorns hot tongue sent one last shock through her body. Blaire kept her legs together and rolled onto her side. She shuddered and softly moaned, her body still quaking with the aftershocks of pleasure.

But she wasn't there to be eaten out by a Unicorn. She was there to service the King of the Forest.

Hooves walked on either side of her and a neigh pulled Blaires attention away from her own pleasure. Above her, Silverhorns white body gave way to darkness. The first thing Blaire noticed was the black sack hanging between his legs. Each of the Unicorns fat testicles was the size of her fist. Above those, further up his underside, was his sheath. The shadow she'd seen dangling earlier, that was him. Not full. Not erect. Just a bit excited. But still, larger than any human.

Another neigh.

"Sorry Silverhorn, or, umm, your Majesty. I'll…" The valley girl came up onto her knees, her dress still pulled down, her chest still bare, and shuddered with lingering pleasure. Then she took a closer look at what the King of the Forest was packing.

A man. He was a man. A Unicorn, yes, but a man. She'd pleasured men before.

Blaire wrapped her fingers around his engorged flesh. The midnight black skin of his sheath was soft and pliable. And hot. So very hot. The valley girl started by kissing the side of Silverhorns manhood. Then she worked her way down, her lips hardly leaving his shaft, until she reached the pendulous sack between his legs. She stared at the Unicorns massive balls, then she gave in to her base impulses and dove in. The young woman cupped a hot, heavy testicle in each hand and licked them in long, slow strokes. She kissed each fat nut in turn and sucked on the loose skin of the equines sack.

It was the fantasy. No, the fantasy of the fantasy. In the valley Blaire watched the fields being worked and in the private part of her mind she saw herself with the beasts, not the men. But even then it was passionate. Almost romantic. Even then she was holding back. Inhibited. Even then there was a part of herself she refused to acknowledge that wanted to…

Blaire buried her face in Silverhorns black balls and basked in his bestial musk. Barely, just barely, the valley girl got one of his massive testicles into her mouth. He tasted of sweat, but also of something else. Something sweet. Some unnatural flavor that belonged to the land of the fey. She moaned around his fat nut, then released him with a pop of her lips and turned her eyes back to his shaft.

"Oh my god." Blaire caressed his spit shined sack as she took in Silverhorns… silver horn. The black skin of his testicles and sheathe ended in a thick ring a third of the way down his arm length cock. Past that he was dark silver.

The Unicorn clomped one hoof.

"Yes." Blaire repositioned beneath the magical beast. "Er, yes, your Majesty."

She wrapped her hands around his girth and started slow. He was dry and she didn't have enough spit for something that large, but Blaire wasn't about to let that stop her. The young woman put a hand between her legs and shuddered, then she returned it to the Unicorns thick, throbbing meat, slick with her own satisfaction. That did the trick. That let her hands glide across Silverhorns skin. Up and down with a twist of her wrist and a firm grip; if his panting was any indication she was doing well.

Her jaw hung loose. Her eyes defocused. The tip of her tongue slipped forward.

It was there. Right there. Right in front of her. The flared head of an equine cock. A fat and vulgar and forbidden thing she'd secretly longed to try. Blaire leaned forward and flicked her tongue across the small hole at its end. Then she opened wide, breathed deep and swallowed what she could of the Unicorns meat. It was hot. And thick. And spongy. Silverhorns flesh packed into her mouth. She could feel his pulse. Every beat of his huge heart throbbed against her tongue.

"Mmfph–" Was all she could say.

Blaire moved her hands up and down the Unicorns long cock. From silver to black and back again. Each stroke of his arm length tool took an age. All the while she wriggled her tongue beneath him.

"Ughk- Ughk- Ughk-"

With closed eyes and growing desire, the young woman began bobbing her head. Silverhorns swollen tip crushed the back of her throat, but, being a woman of many talents, Blaire didn't mind.

Another hoof clomp. This time with a deep neigh.

Panic set in as the Unicorns head flared. Blaire tried to gasp, which only let Silverhorn expand further and fully plug her wide open mouth. The midnight haired valley girl breathed quickly through her nose, preparing herself for the moment he–

It was too much. Too much!

Blaire jerked her head back and freed herself with a sputtering cough. Silverhorns first cumshot – which sparkled – spilled from her lips. His second hit her in the face with an audible slap and enough force to splash across her hair. She turned away, gasping for air, as the Unicorn tensed his muscles and squeezed a third thick load down his long shaft. It erupted from his flared cock and coated her naked tits.

Too much!

A fourth shot. A fifth. Each load of shimmering spunk was enough to cover her face on its own. But combined, Silverhorns thick ropes of musky satisfaction coated her completely. Still she stroked him. Still she teased him. All the while she was coughing and he was cumming, one hand stayed on that equine shaft. Pumping. A minute. It took an entire minute of ejaculation before the King of the Forest softened. A full minute for his powerful river to finally exhaust itself and become a dribble.

When he was done, Silverhorn trotted away from Blaire and the mess he made.

The valley girl wiped her eyes and looked down at the thick globs of Unicorn cum oozing down her half naked body. No part of her front side was left dry and she could feel it flow down much of her back. There was even a puddle around her knees. Still drunk on freedom, still uninhibited, she reveled in the sensation.

"Fuck, so slick. So…" Blaire rubbed Silverhorns seed into her tits until they glistened and sparkled in the moonlight of the fairy realm. Then she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked greedily. "So good."

A whinny ripped her attention from the literal bucket of cum to the edge of the mushroom circle. There stood Silverhorn in all his majesty. His mane shimmered in the moonlight. His eyes sparkled with power and secret knowledge. His horn…

A rainbow spun down from the night sky to wrap around his spiral horn. It was faint at first, but moment by moment those bands of color grew in power until the light was as solid as cloth. Silverhorn then reared up, swung his head around and belted out a triumphant neigh. Night turned to day, day turned to night, and the rainbow was flung into the sky where it vanished in a cloud of popping sparkles.

A blessing.

Blaire knew what it was. A blessing. The blessing. The thing she came for. She knew that at that very moment her people would be witnessing a midnight rainbow and that, by dawn, everything in the valley would be as full of life as it had been before. It was done. She'd accomplished her task. She'd made the King of the Forest happy. But, still…

The young woman swayed to her feet, still weak from the Kings tongue, and took a step towards the Unicorn. He faded into darkness. Another step. The trees twisted straight. Another. The stars and the moon swished and spun and returned to where they belonged.

"Wait." She sped up, her hand outstretched, trying to grasp at the white ghost still lingering in the air just beyond the forest clearing. "Wait, can we–"

There was nothing beyond the circle but the forest she knew. Regular trees. Regular bushes. And regular clothes, folded and set on a regular bag next to a pair of regular boots.

Blaire shuddered. Her one hand pinched a stiff nipple. The other dove between her legs. She had the blessing. She'd done what she came to do. But still, she wanted more. She needed more. More than hands and tongues and lips. Two fingers slipped inside her aching body. Then three. Then four. She could take him. She knew she could. She'd be stretched out and left gaping when he was done with her, but that was… that was what she wanted. Not for the valley, not for her people, but for herself.

Blaire, still half naked, still covered in Unicorn spunk, turned away from what was regular and started walking in a spiral against the turning off time.

*"All the nice girls love a candle, all the nice girls love a wick. 'Cause there's something about a candle that reminds them of a–"*