tofi's trail

Kaja rakes his gaze across the unicorn, admiring its form. It's powerful, muscular, yet elegant. It's horn is deadly sharp. Wonderfully so, as he had already witnessed. The body of an impaled stablehand was dragged off to be discarded with the rest of of the trash. It was admireable, how such a beautiful creature could also so visciously murder a person.

It's lacking, though, in Kaja's mind. And that's why he calls for one of his favourite mages, a flesh crafter that he sponsors. They're quick to arrive, and with them they bring slabs of flesh and skin that they weave according to Kaja's wishes. The shape of wings take form on the stable floor, and Kaja is pleased when the mage starts to stitch them to the back of the unicorn.

The unicorn has to be restrained, but it's not an easy thing, and requires more than one severe injury and an additional corpse. Kaja doesn't mind; he has plenty of them to go around. A prince is never lacking in what he needs and wants. The unicorn bellows as the wings are sewn into its skin and merged with its muscles. It's in pain, and it's beautiful. Kaja feels the excitement, and the hand he has in a cock servant's hair knots tighter.

Kaja admires the winged unicorn, crafted to further perfection without additional potions, when the mage steps back and wipes sweat off their forehead. Kaja admires the creature enough that he rewards the mage with not only gold, but with a pick of two cock servants to use as they wish.

The wings melt into the unicorn's skin, absurd shapes like large, many-fingered hands with webbing stretched between each digit. It's gross, to an orgasmic degree a destruction of something pure, something that's been turned into something terrible and forbidden. Kaja fucks into the cock servant's mouth, his eyes blown wide as he rakes his gaze over the ruined creature.

This is what he loves the most. Giving the pure and innocent his own touch, leaving a mark of corruption in the gentle and soft.

Carvings on a Horn 4