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Across the meadows of Adelorn rode Madren, his arms outstretched as if he were flying for the ride was as smooth as if he were up high in the air, and the boy laughed joyously as carefree as the wind and jolly as the sunshine.
The nine-year-old boy was as naked as if he were a creature of the meadow as he sat astride Sweetwind, who galloped in the amazingly ethereal motions of the unicorn, its delicate hooves seeming to barely touch the ground as it danced through the fresh grass of spring and the wildflowers and humming bees and bouncing grasshoppers that abounded in the meadow. It was a pastoral scene that only exists in the lands where a unicorn lives and the magic of the single-horned beast permeates all that exists in the land of its existence.
Madren was a beautiful young boy with hair as golden as the sun cut short in a "bowl cut" and eyes as blue as the sky, and a skin as fair as the soft sands of a clear river bank. His body was lean and thin but healthy with a glow that belied any hint of disease or poverty in his life, and indeed he fared well as the partner of his equine-cousin steed.
Sweetwind was as white-haired as the snow and his horn was of shiny silver that glistened like the stars. Sweetwind's eyes were green like fresh spring grass and his hooves were the beautiful brown of freshly polished brass.
Together they traveled across and around the meadow with no destination in mind and only for the joy of moving and living and life was good, delicious, marvelous, magical, whimsical, and all the creatures about rejoiced in their presence and stared at the beauty of the wonderful Sweetwind.
A soft melody reached their ears, sweet and gentle and both human and unicorn ears perked up and searched for the sound.
"It's coming from that grove over there," Sweetwind told Madren. Only those bonded to unicorns can speak to them thus, to an outsider, all Sweetwind did was nicker at him.
"I wonder who is singing," Madren said. "Let's go see!"
"It is outside of my land," Sweetwind warned Madren. "If we go there, my magic will not protect us."
"Oh, please!" Madren pleaded with him. "We don't have to go far, the grove is but over there, the trees touch the edge of the meadow, can't we go that far at least?"
"We can do that in safety," Sweetwind agreed and bore Madren swift as smoke blown by the wind toward the grove, paused where the border between grass and trees was as sharp as a knife blade.
"There's where the song is coming from!" Madren exclaimed in delight as he pointed. A single light wavered and danced in the near distance deeper inside the trees. "It must be a fairy!"
"I don't feel good about this grove," Sweetwind said cautiously. "I sense a bad presence nearby, like something that yearns to die but is denied."
"Maybe there's someone in trouble!" Madren cried out again, this time in alarm. "The fairy called out to get help. We should follow it!"
"It is not that kind of bad presence...." Sweetwind said but it was no use, Madren had jumped off and was running toward the bit of light, and Sweetwind, loyal overall to his friend, dashed after him.
The light was swifter than either of them, flashing ahead of them so that it remained at the near edge of their view and denied them a clear look at it, but that didn't much matter for Madren ran but a short ways when he fell into a trap. It was a portal hidden by a spell so that it seemed to be only a patch of
dead tree leaves like all the others on the ground. Sweetwind saw him fall and jumped in after him, for protecting Madren was the unicorn's only thought at that moment.
Madren landed in a place far from the unicorn's meadow though he didn't know that, all he saw was that he was in a wizard's room with books on a shelf, bottles of strange liquids all about, queer things strung about that are best left undescribed, all of it totally frightening, eldritch and even to Madren's untrained eyes screamed evil works.
Sweetwind landed gracefully behind him, unicorns can jump from astounding heights and land on their feet as neatly as cats with as little harm to them, and quickly moved to Madren's side, ready to defend him, and nickered, "Ohhhh, Madren, we are in the lair of Macedos the Malevolent, he is a cruel and vicious mage. We must flee this place somehow."
"There is no place to go, foolish unicorn, for this place is not in a place to be found!" came the voice all around them. "I am not so simple as to place my lair where mere mortal beings can come and go save that I allow it. You are here because I have need of you and when I am done, I shall permit you to depart, it is as simple as that."
"Then let us go, for we will never serve you!" Madren said bravely.
"Did you think I would ask your agreement in any of this? Nay, stay angry and resist, it will improve the power I receive. Behold, your partner in this, the bravest warrior from the Kingdom of Costana Major, the great Jervis Isembart!"
From another portal a short distance away, dropped a man who was naked, large, strongly, massively muscled. Unlike Madren's ungainly collapse on the floor, he landed on his toes with bent legs and hands, lithe as a panther, and immediately rose to standing full before the gawking boy and somber
unicorn. He stood a towering six feet five inches tall, an imposing and aesthetically striking figure with a meticulously sculpted, muscular physique and sharp, chiseled facial features. His hair was deep black, hung to his shoulders but neatly kept, and kept in place by a silver band around his forehead reaching around the circumference of his head, in the front the band held an oval with a gleaming green gem, his sole item of clothing. His eyes were a glaring gray like stones as he stared fiercely at the boy and unicorn, the only targets for his ire at being held captive.
His chest was a massive size of immense pectorals, and his shoulders were broad with bulging trapezius and deltoid muscles. His upper arms had biceps the size of melons where the veins showed through in places meaning that he had frequently used them in combats both military and recreation. Below his pectorals, his abdominals were two rows of apple-sized muscle as his body tapered down rapidly to a startlingly thin waist.
After this body was viewed and seen, only then did the face fully register in details other than scorn, a square, chiseled jaw and high cheekbones, giving him an angular, strong and almost skeletal appearance, it all equated to a burning, savage masculinity. His eyes were inset and the skin around them darkened by his large eyebrow line and heavy eyebrows, causing the gray eyes to almost blaze within them.
His cock swung limply between his legs, ponderous even though flaccid, reaching over halfway to his knees, uncut, and thick, like a not-fully-meat-filled sausage. The head was hidden inside the heavy cockskin and the foreskin which covered the glans entirely with a small bit of extra skin
at the tip.
"Now that the three of you are here, my magic can begin. What I desire to attain are unicorn tears, the most precious element to be obtained in magic. By using these two humans, I can gain them from you, Sweetwind, and I can do it thus!"
"You can't make us do anything!" Madren defied the voice fiercely.
"I can't? Then why haven't you moved from where you are?" asked the voice reasonably.
Madren tried to walk, found that while he could turn and move slightly, he was unable to go far in any direction. It was like he was confined to a very small area. "Sweetwind, can you move about?"
Sweetwind moved up to him and nuzzled him. "I can move this far but no further. The wizard has us all bound by his magic. Magic is insidious and often invisible."
"I can keep you where you are or make you move, as I shall do now," the voice continued.
Madren found himself walked without his own volition, and he and the strong warrior approached each other. Madren tried to stop and he saw the warrior visibly struggling but it was no use, their bodies were no longer their own to control.
"A large man, isn't he?" the voice went on. "Notice that his cock is now rising up in passion, young Madren? It is rising for you. Doesn't that thrill your young body to know that?"
"What...what is he going to do?" Madren gasped, as he saw the rod had risen to its full strength, a thick ten-inch prong and the head had breached the foreskin to peer at him with its single slit, a gleaming bead of precome glowing from the torchlights that lit this dim domain. "You...you can't do
that to me, you can't!"
"Oh, but he can and he will, he is utterly under my power, see how he has not said a single word and cannot. But I have left you able to speak and struggle if you want but you can't escape. It is going to happen. And your unicorn must stand where he is and watch."
"Sweetwind?"
"Oh, my dearest Madren, if I could come to your aid, I would fly there, but I am as helpless as you here, I can only watch you with love in my heart that knows no bounds and mourn for you."
"Yes, yes, watch and mourn, Sweetwind, watch as your favorite is taken by this huge man's equally huge dong!" exulted the voice.
Jervis bent and took Madren in his hands and knelt as Madren struggled to be free, he was indeed unable to run even if he could have fought his way out of this grip, but the warrior had him held fast. He was pushed down upon the rock-hewn floor and the cold, smoothed stone was his bed as the warrior worked his way to push Madren's legs apart and get his slender waist between them.
"Oh, oh, no, please don't do this, I beg of you, most noble Jervis, don't do this to me, I can't do this, I can't, I have never known a lover before, I am unknown to men, you will hurt me this way, I can't bear it, I can't!"
The warrior's face contorted and he fought to get the words out, and they came out as a whisper. "I...am...sorry." He was indeed not a willing rapist, he was compelled by magic too powerful for his strength, and his face remained handsome and his muscles were strong and rippled in their glory and their power. His cockhead touched Madren's sphincter and the boy gasped as the complete masculine energy seemed to permeate his young body from that single touch.
"Please don't do this, Jervis, pleeeeeeeeeease!" he moaned, and that was when Jervis jammed the huge prong into his young ass.
Madren howled as his body was punctured by the thick tool of the stalwart stud, but the three words he had managed to wrench out by valiant effort had done some good, he could forgive the man even as his massive mangler mauled his intestinal walls, and he grunted and wriggled and wrenched himself around and the entire length of the ten inches were shoved into his young body, he felt the warm nuts of the man pressed against his buttocks and he moaned.
Jervis shuddered and he fought the magic, held still a moment and then lost the battle again and began to move. His body pulled the immense long shaft out to where only the glans held the sphincter fast then plunged back in bodily, and Madren crooned again, in pain but...in more. His body felt a surge
of undeniable delight and pleasure from this thick shaft plunging in and out of his bowels, he thrilled even as the pain was still a jagged knife in his guts.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, oh, please!" he moaned.
Sweetwind was grieving at seeing his young human, the being closest to his spirit and soul, being violated and he bent his head and tears formed in his eyes, as they grew and fell, they congealed and formed into solid beads of rich glittering quality and glowed faintly with their own light.
"Yes, yes, cry, my beautiful captive unicorn, cry for your human, as he gasps and moans in his pain of degrading violation. Cry those beautiful tears and cry long and hard!" triumphed the voice.
Jervis began to fuck at Madren faster and faster as the intestines ceased to resist him, and the friction of the bowels changed to a warm, comfortable blanket that held his shaft tightly as he slid back and forth within it. Groans escaped his lips as he moved, "Ghhhh, ghhhhh, ghhhhh, ghhhhh, ghhhhh!"
"Hhhhhh, hhhhhhh, hhhhhhh, hhhhhh, hhhhhhh, hhhhhh!" Madren hissed out in his own part. His pain was receding, his pleasure was increasing, and he didn't know how to feel in this moment, why should being violated cause him joy? Yet it was there, a tingling inescapable feeling of rapturous delight
that was like having fairies fluttering through every part of his body.
"Guhhh, guhhhhh, guhhhh, guhhhhh, guhhhhh!" Jervis grunted as his speed began to become even faster, he was not even resisting now, the joy in his body from the young boy's body was overcoming the slight control he had managed above the wizard's enchantment. He stroked Madren's body and his lips sought out and kissed Madren's lips.
Madren sighed and he wrapped his arms around Jervis' neck and cooperated with the kiss, taking it for the grace that it gave this moment. "Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah!"
"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh!" Jervis grinned at the boy as he understood the boy's shift in mood at this. He began to thrust in more innovative ways, striving to make the lovemaking a more pleasurable experience. He was a very experienced lover, it turned out.
Madren moaned and clung to the thick neck, feeling the muscles flexing as the studly bull of a man moved. The big hands moved to lift him up and he ended up clinging to the large body as Jervis shifted to rest his body on his knees, leaning back onto his heels, letting the boy ride his huge body as he kept on thrusting into him.
Madren groaned and began to bounce himself on the large dong, his body moving to an instinct as old as time, he rose and fell and the thick dick plunged into his thin form, plunging his soul into higher and higher states of desire. "Ahhhh-ahhhhh-ahhhhh-ahhhhh-ahhhhh-ahhhhh-ahhhhh-ahhhhhh!"
"Uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh-uhhhhh-uhhhhh-uhhhhh-uhhhhhh!"
Sweetwind had stopped crying and stared in horror at this development, his human was loving another human!
The voice spoke, enraged, "You are enjoying this, you aren't supposed to enjoy this! I wanted you to feel pain, Madren, only pain and humiliation! Stop it, stop this at once, you must detest this, you must resist, you must not...rrrrrrraaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhh!" The last was just a roar of rampant rage.
"AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHH!" Madren cried out as his body crested the heights of orgasm.
"UHHHHH-UHHHHHHH-UHHHHHHHHH-UHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jervis roared as he reached his climax and burst in liquid glory up into the young body astride him.
"AHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Madren joined him in rapturous union of delight, the pair clinging to each other, moaning in their ecstasy and the entire building (if that was what it was) shook and shivered as if in a heavy earthquake.
"Uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jervis finished and released the exhausted Madren, who slid off him onto the floor.
"Madren, tell Jervis to smash the small ball of crystal on the table to his left! Tell him to crush it to finest powder!" Sweetwind nickered at Madren earnestly.
"Jervis, the ball of crystal over there, smash it, quickly! Smash it to bits!" Madren pointed.
Jervis was smart as well as strong, he understood and jumped to comply, all were freed of the bonds for a moment, and he grasped the ball and slammed it to the floor where it shattered and he stamped upon it though the shards slashed his feet badly, until the entire thing was indeed a light, faint
powder that seemed to blow away though no wind moved in this area.
There was an odd feeling of being wrenched within and Madren and Jervis clutched their stomachs, but it was a fleeting feel and suddenly the walls of the chamber fell to pieces and they were in the midst of the rubble, and this on the side of a mountain. Macedos the Malevolent had been destroyed and his magic had been annihilated in the same moment, all his powers negated, and they were freed.
Madren hugged Jervis and they kissed, then Madren ran over to Sweetwind to hug him as well, but Sweetwind, to his surprise, backed away in unmistakable disgust. "Sweetwind, what is wrong? I am fine, we are free again!"
"You are free, you and Jervis, but I am lost and alone," Sweetwind said. "I am a unicorn and can only be with those who are unknown to the pleasures of the flesh. You have learned them now, and that means you and I can nevermore be together. I must take my leave of you and try to find my way
back to my own meadow once more."
"Ohhhhhhh, ohhh, oh, Sweetwind!" Madren sat down where he was and cried, and Sweetwind cried with him, though at a short distance away, creating even more of the shiny beads that still gleamed in the wreckage.
Jervis was busy, gathering up the beads, putting them in a small pouch he had procured from somewhere, not everything in the chamber had vanished, much remained though a lot had smashed. He was gathering up the unicorn's tears. He continued doing this from the last time the unicorn had cried and then came closer. Sweetwind jerked when he did so and dashed away, running fleetly as only a unicorn can, down the hill toward the meadows and trees of the kingdom below, where Men dwelled and unicorns were far from safe. Madren knew that but could only wave and wish him well on his journey. "May you find another young boy to bond with as you did myself," he said forlornly. "I shall always remember you, Sweetwind."
"While you remember him, help me gather up these unicorn tears, boy," said Jervis. The warrior was active and elated, so unlike the unspeaking form of before. "We can sell these for a lot of money, that land down there is my own home kingdom, Costana Major, I know these lands well."
"We can...sell unicorn tears?"
"They are invaluable for curing every pain and illness known to man. Look at my feet, they are healed entirely from my stomping on that cursed globe." Jervis showed him, his feet were totally unscarred. "Bend over and I shall use one on your butthole, repair any damage my love-sausage did to
your tiny hole."
His ass did hurt, Madren complied and the pain went away instantly.
"We can cure any ills we want, or sell them for great sums of money. I wish we hadn't had to have your best friend cry and leave, but he has left you a fortune, child, a fortune."
"I guess I shall need one, now that I am alone in the world. Sweetwind was my best friend."
Jervis' hand went around him. "Who said you were alone, Madren? I have longed for a boy to grace my halls and my bed for many years, won't you come and be my best friend, and my lover as well?"
Madren looked into the strong, handsome face and had to smile. "I should like that very much," he agreed. And bent to start gathering up the unicorn's tears. There were a great many on the floor to be gathered still.
THE END
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