Carvings on a Horn 6
Setting: Fantasy: Unknown.Ships: Unnamed Mermaid / Unnamed Unicorn.
Characters: Unnamed mermaid (f), Unnamed unicorn (f?).
Setting: Fantasy: Unknown.Ships: Unnamed Mermaid / Unnamed Unicorn.
Characters: Unnamed mermaid (f), Unnamed unicorn (f?).
She sees the soldier's body, limp on the ground. It lays on the beach, among the dead of its friends and foes. It's the only body still holding warmth, and though it's barely visible, its chest still rise and fall, gently, gently.
When she slithers over, she sees the soldier's face has a gently curve, equine in shape. It has a black star on its forehead, and a short, pointed horn. It wears a camouflage patterened uniform in greens and browns, more suited to the woods a few meters from the beachline.
When she pops the buttons of the soldier's trousers, she sees curled hair over a thick clit. She licks her lips, pleased to have a sizeable nub to wrap her lips around. Her mouth waters, and when the rain starts to fall, the fabric the soldier is clad in is already partially soaked.
She hollows her cheeks, as she sucks on the clit. She doesn't need breath, a creature of water that only gets more power in her mouth as the rain falls into her. She hears the soldier whimper, stirring in its injured unconsciousness. Her own privates throb in arousal, and she sucks harder. The soldier sounds pained, but it doens't bother her any. There are no protests, and there is no resistance, and it allows her to keep going.
Until she feels the touch of metal, and she glances up. The soldier is staring at her, pale-faced in the rain, hair plastered to its thin white fur, eyes wide and pupils so large she can't see the colour of the soldier's irises. She sucks, still, as the soldier press the firearm against her forehead.
She doesn't understand what the soldier says, the words it use foreign and unfamiliar. She ignores it, deciding that it's unimportant if the soldier doesn't use words she knows. The bullet that fires into her forehead passes right through her, causing no damage. She's entirely unbothered.
The soldier pulls away, and she grasps it by the hips. It groans and whimpers, shivers as she keeps sucking. The clit has grown in her mouth, from arousal, and from stimulation. She enjoys the warmth of it and how it throbs in her mouth.
The soldier can't leave, so she doesn't stop. The soldier stills, passed out from injury and over-stimulation. She draws several orgasms from it, then scoops it up in her arms to carry it with her to her cave, where they can enjoy each other's company better.