Sacred Evening

• Chapter 4 in the Chronicles of the DragonRider

Once again, Anitra was in the air, aback her draconic steed. The world lay as a map below her, spread out like a sea of opportunity. Every forest, mountain and city held a subtle promise of exiting adventures yet to be experienced. Most other adventurers, upon seeing such a sight, would be filled with melancholy by the sure knowledge that they wouldn't live long enough to explore it all. But Anitra knew that it was not the case for her. When the dragon had awakened in her blood, the day of her death, which had been looming some 50-60 years in the future, had been pushed back over the horizon. Elves alone possessed a longevity to rival hers, and while there were some elvish adventurers, they invariably traveled with dwarves, humans or other species, who could provide the raw strength that they lacked... so, while they might look forwards to hundreds of years of adventuring, their companions would die off long before.

But she, as a DragonRider, needed no support from anyone but Blake, who would live every bit as long as she. Five or six hundred years in the future, they would still be young and strong, ready to seek out adventure wherever it might be. For now, however, her adventure was in Silverdale, which was just appearing over the horizon. The valley had been thus named for a particular tree, which bloomed with silvery flowers every spring, as well as a rich silver mine in the nearby mountains. In the forests that covered the center of the vale, unicorns had been seen at regular intervals through all the time that humans had been living there.

At the moment, there wasn't much silver about the forests, though. It was summer, and from the looks of it, it hadn't rained for a month. The trees were wilted, and covered with yellowed leaves. All except for a spot in the middle of the forest... several square miles of spring-green trees, standing out like a sore thumb when seen from the air. Anitra didn't need the advice of an expert in magical creatures to know that the unicorns would be there... however, dense forest stretched for miles and miles in every direction from it, and there were no clearings in sight that were big enough for Blake to land in it. This is no good..._Blake said over the telepathic link. _If I try to land without a bigger clearing, I'll rend my wings... and if I try to blast a hole in the forest with my breath, I could start a forest-fire. Which would reduce every unicorn horn in it to cinders.

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I know... Anitra agreed. Try to land near one of the villages at the forest's edge. I can gather some information, pick up some supplies, and trek through the forest. Will you be all right on your own for a few days? She could actually feel him grin over the connection. Not a problem... there are several herds of sheep in the mountains. Thinning out the slower ones will only improve the quality of the stock. And I'll probably be able to find an unused bear-cave I can hog. Anitra smiled. She didn't much like being apart from Blake for any extended periods of time, but she knew that he'd done all right on his own for several years before meeting her. Besides, a walk in the forest would be nice...

They settled down near a small village as the twilight fell. Their mutual need, strengthened by the knowledge that it would be days before they were together again, had them both thoroughly prepared. Blake had found it difficult to suppress an approaching woody during the last few miles of flight, and the feeling of hot juices running down his back told him, that Anitra was just as needy. Almost as soon as they touched down, Blake's cock sprang from his sheath, vibrating like a steel rod. With no words needed, Anitra jumped from his back and tore off her armor, dumping the invaluable garment in a pile. Her pussy was overflowing, the juices running down her inner thighs in copious amounts. She stared into Blake's eyes for a few moments, trying to assess what position would best quench their needs, and the wild lust she saw gave her the answer.

Turning around, she got down to her knees and stuck her ass in the air, waving it invitingly. The perfect thing to satiate them both, was a wild, doggie-style ride. Licking his lips eagerly, Blake trotted over to her, carefully positioning his agile cock in front of her hotly dripping cunt. He then leaned all the way over her, sinking his claws into the dirt to gain leverage, and slowly touched his pointy cockhead to her slid. It opened up at the touch, like a flower opening at the touch of sunlight, and as he began entering her, he felt how she was actually sucking him in. She was still tight as a glove, but as her cunt walls pulsed around his shaft, he knew that she was enjoying every second of it, just as much as he was.

He also knew that sweet, gentle love wouldn't quench their flaming passion tonight. Thus, with a grunt, he flexed his muscles and drove his entire, super-sized cock all the way into her womb. Anitra cried out in pleasure at the familiar, indescribable feeling of being full. Her cunt clamped down on the draconic cock, attempting to keep it from leaving, without much luck. Grunting in pleasure, Blake changed his stance slightly, and started screwing for real. His hips were a blur as he channeled all of his strength into one of the fastest fucks he'd ever done. Knowing that he'd be more or less grounded for days to come, he didn't feel any need to conserve his strength.

Anitra had started cumming when he first embedded his cock fully into her, and hadn't stopped yet. Every time they did it, her body grew better at adjusting to the impossible size of Blake's cock, and as the pain lessened, the pleasure increased tenfold. Now, with all four feet of draconic cock thundering in and out of her cunt, practically making her pussy juice boil from the friction, she was in the seventh heaven. As usual when Blake screwed her, her clit was being pulled into contact with his cockshaft every time he pushed in, adding crests to the waves of pleasure that swept over her. Sweat ran down her face, all the way down to her wildly wobbling boobs, where it sprayed from the tips like milk. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her face was contorted in an expression of unearthly delight. Little screams came over her lax lips every time Blake hammered his cock home, and her eyelids fluttered every time his veiny shaft ground over her clit.

As the non-stop orgasm continued to wrack her body, her uncontrollably contracting cunt were bringing Blake to his climax as well. With a growl that scared up every animal in the vicinity, he thrust forwards with enough force to drive Anitra headfirst into the dirt. His cock began pulsing rapidly as his taut balls emptied themselves. Antira's orgasm peaked as she felt his lava-hot sperm begin to fill her womb, and if the ground hadn't muffled her pleasure-loaded scream, it would have been heard in the nearby village. For several minutes, the cum continued to flow from his cockhead, while she writhed on the ground beneath him. Then, both orgasms slowed to a stop, leaving both dragon and girl huffing for breath.

On shaking arms and knees, Anitra crawled forwards, off the huge cock. She savored the feeling of the smooth surface sliding through her cunthole, like the last bite of an exquisite dessert. The idea that she wouldn't see Blake again for several days suddenly seemed almost unbearable. As soon as the softening cockhead plopped from her tight pussy, she spun around and gripped it before it could fall to the ground. With no delay, she licked down the length of it, cleaning off both cum and juice. Her eyes rolled skywards as her tastebuds once again came into contact with that salty-sweet taste she'd grown to enjoy like nectar and ambrosia. It was with regret that she reached the base of his cock, where she took the time to gently massage Blake's relieved balls while his cock slid back in the sheath.

As she crawled out from under him, he lowered his reptilian face to hers, lips slightly parted. She raised her face, closed her eyes, and embraced his serpentine neck while their tongues intertwined in a fiery kiss. Then, they parted, without a word. Blake simply watched while she pulled on her armor, took a well-worn leather backpack from one of the saddlebags, and put some necessities into it. She waved one last time over her shoulder as she walked through the growing darkness, towards the village below. With a sigh, Blake took to the air and flew into the mountains in search of a sheep whose blood he could drown his sorrows in. Almost as an afterthought, he activated the telepathic link to Anitra. This trip of yours will probably test the limit of your rings... still, if you get in trouble, try to call me. Your armor should protect you if it becomes necessary for me to start a forestfire, and that horn is not worth your life. Her answer was a faint, affirmative thought.

The heat and noise of the tavern hit her as an almost physical wall, as she entered it. The contrast from the cool, silent night outside was sharp. So was the smell that pervaded the crowded room. From the looks of it, half the village was enjoying a drink at the tavern this night. The male half, that is. As it was always the case in these small-town bars, the entire crowd turned to take a look at the newly arrived stranger, before resuming their various, loud-mouthed conversations. In this case, most of the eyes were about to pop out of their hollows at the sight that met them, and it was only a narrow-eyed look from the raven-haired stranger that convinced them to follow the custom and turn back to their mugs of ale.

With an imperceptible sigh, Anitra strode across the dirty floor. She'd better get used to that kind of attention, she knew, since she was likely to meet it virtually anywhere she went. Keeping in mind all the things her mother had told her about what went on under the surface of virtually all taverns, she walked up to the bar and dropped a silver piece with the word "Ale." Being far more than what a mug of beer would cost at even the most expensive inns, the silver piece was a signal that she was also interested in purchasing information. The barkeep's eyes widened at the sight of it, and he eagerly approached her with a foaming mug of ale in his hand. As she started talking with him, she noticed, with a half-smile, that he seemed to have a hard time deciding whether to look at the silver, her cleavage, or her face while they talked.

"I'm planning to head into the forests tomorrow..." she said while she took her first drink of the beer. It was fairly good, but while she was no expert in ale production, she was fairly certain it wouldn't have taken any harm from another couple of weeks in the barrel. "Is there anything I should know?" The barkeep's eyes lid up with understanding. "Searching for unicorns, ma'am? Well, you should certainly know this: For the last two years, many adventurers have ventured into the forests on the very same quest..." his voice fell to a conspiratorial whisper "and not one of them has returned!" She lifted an eyebrow at his obvious desire for melodramatics, but decide to play along. "Truly so?" She answered with an exaggerated expression of heroic amazement. "Is it some beast of unknown proportions that does haunt the forest roads, or is the terror that has thus thinned the adventuresome crowds known to you?"

Not sure if he should laugh or be embarrassed at being answered like that, he simply shrugged. "Well, nobody's seen it and returned alive... but there is one who claims to know exactly what it is. You could have a talk with her, if you'd like. She's sitting right over there, by the fire." Following his pointing finger, Anitra saw an old crone, hunched over in a chair by the fireplace. On either side of her seat, a dog lay vigilant, ears peaked and eyes open, on the lookout for any threat to their mistress. The drunks at the nearby tables seemed somewhat more subdued than the rest of the crowd, and in an invisible circle around her, nobody seemed willing to walk. Even the serving girls took detours to avoid going too close.

With a nod at the barkeep, she picked up her mug and walked towards the odd, old woman, leaving him to bite the silver to check its authenticity. Both of the dogs were instantly on their feet, eyes centered on her, but not quite growling, as she entered the invisible circle. The old woman looked up to see what her dogs were reacting to, giving Anitra a clear view of a weather-bitten face, covered in wrinkles. Set deep in her face were tired, brown eyes filled with wisdom. With a slight movement of her hand, she calmed the dogs down, and beckoned Anitra closer. "So, a young adventuress has come to see me, has she?" She said in a voice like dry, rustling leaves. "Pull over a chair, and tell me why you have come to me..."

Looking around and seeing no free chairs, she shrugged and pulled a chair out from under one fat drunk, who was leaning over a nearby table. The sound of his bottom hitting the board floor was very much like a giant clapping his hand, and his chin hitting the table sounded almost exactly like a mug being set down a bit too hard. The drunk jumped to his feet again with a roar, turning to face the perpetrator, but as he got eye-contact with Anitra, he slowed to a halt. The stare of her reptilian pupils made him turn slightly pale, and as she narrowed her eyes dangerously, he quickly turned around and squeezed his fat bottom down on an already crowded bench nearby.

The old lady cackled as Anitra seated herself next to her. "I like it when girls know how to take care of themselves. Ask what you will, and I will answer to the best of my knowledge." Returning the crone's toothless grin with her own shining-white version, she explained that she was heading into the forest to hunt for unicorns, and that she'd heard about a lot of adventurers disappearing on the way to do the same. "And then you heard that I might know something?" The old woman asked with a clever glint in her eyes. "If so, you heard right... although the folks around here doesn't really believe it, I know exactly what's in that forest. But if you are to believe me, I guess I'd better tell you HOW I know it, too. Settle down, girl, this is a fairly long story..."

"Years ago, me and my late husband ran a kennel around here. We bred and trained dogs for hunting, guarding, and even fighting, and people came from far and wide to buy them, since they were the best. That's because I have a special gift: I can communicate with dogs. No other animals, only dogs. However, my husband passed away several years ago, and I'm just an old woman - I can't run a kennel on my own, and since half the locals think I'm a witch, and the other half thinks I'm crazy, nobody wanted to help me. These two at my feet are all that is left of my kennel. However, they often range out through the woods and hills, and returns to tell me what they've seen... just a bit of entertainment in the life of an old lady. But two years ago, they returned with unusual news.

They told me, that they had run into a huge pack of wild dogs in the hills... and not just any pack. The pack was led by an incredibly powerful dog, who was renowned throughout the canine world: Silver Fang, the fastest dog in the world. He was no ordinary dog, though. Whether he is a member of some ancient race, or the result of a magical experiment, neither they nor I know, but he is capable of communicating with humans - my canine reflection, if you will. Possessing a tactical and strategical intellect to rival legendary human generals, he had gathered a huge pack of ordinary dogs around him, basically forming an army. From the looks of it, he has formed an agreement with the unicorns that inhabit the center of the forest: He keeps out murderous adventurers, and in return, the unicorns uses the magic of their kind to prolong the life of him and his dogs.

So, ever since then, the entire army of Silver Fang has camped in the woods. Numbering more than a hundred ferocious dogs, and led with Silver Fang's tactical skill, they are more than enough to overpower a small group of adventurers. Powerful mages, skilled archers, all are helpless against their numbers and inhuman agility. Only armored knights are any challenge, and Silver Fang handles those himself. His fangs and claws are capable of tearing through even magical armor." Anitra flinched at that. A bad scenario had just gotten even worse. "So, young lady... I'd have to say that your only chance of getting through those woods alive, is to come to some sort of agreement with Silver Fang. According to my dogs, he is not a vicious person, and he has ordered his dogs to only attack people who fight back. He's got no desire to end up slaughtering a girl who's gone to gather firewood in the forest, you see. So, if you simply stand steadfast when you encounter the dogs, there's a good chance that Silver Fang himself will approach you, and then you can negotiate with him."

"But what can I possibly offer a dog?" Anitra asked incredulously. The old woman merely shrugged. "I do not know. I simply know that fighting them means death, even for the greatest of warriors." With a sigh, Anitra stood up. She obviously wouldn't get any more out of this one. As she left, she threw a silver piece over her shoulder. "Thanks for the information... buy a snack for your dogs." The only confirmation that her words had been heard, were two merry barks. The barkeep, who turned out to also be the innkeeper, had confirmed the quality of her silver in the meantime, and fawned embarrassingly for her when she requested a room for the night. She got what he called the best room in the house, but while the hay in the bed was fresh, and no bedbugs were in appearance, she would gladly have exchanged it for Blake's scaly embrace.

It was with some worry that Anitra stepped into the forest on the following morning. She had filled up her food-bag, and brought along a canteen of cold water, which would undoubtedly turn unpleasantly lukewarm in a matter of minutes. The barkeep had assured her that in spite of the drought, several streams continued to run through the forest, so at least she wouldn't thirst. Well, she probably would, but not enough to die from it. The sun was baking down on the land from unclouded skies, and even in the early morning, the heat hit her like a hammer. The fire in her blood, which had kept her warm in many a cold night, did little to keep her from sweating.

Fortunately, her armor left plenty of skin free, and the shiny-black breastplate wasn't as hot as one would have imagined. It seemed to reflect the rays of the sun, rather than absorbing them, and from a distance one might have thought that her chest was covered in burnished gold rather than black scales. With a sigh, she wiped the sweat from her brow, and walked into the welcome shade of the thirsting forest. It was the first time since her transformation that she'd had to cover any major distance on her feet, and to her own amazement, she enjoyed it immensely. Her body was strong and hardy, and she felt that she could keep walking for days and nights without rest.

As she walked briskly through the forest, she listened to the tweeting of the birds, the constant hum of the various insects, and the rustling of a gentle breeze through the trees' dry leaves. The smell of a hot summer day in a forest tickled her nostrils, and as she started whistling merrily, she felt her worries slide away. Wild dogs in the forest? She'd deal with them when she got that far. For now, she'd be foolish not to enjoy the beauty that surrounded her.

She kept walking all day, and as the darkness fell, she strode on through the twilight. Only when the darkness became complete, did she stop and make camp. The drought insured that there were plenty of dry firewood around, and she soon had a merry fire burning. After she'd eaten, she laid down by the fire to sleep. With Blake's handsome, reptilian face - and handsome, reptilian cock - visible behind her closed eyelids, she slid one hand into her panties and rubbed herself to a gentle orgasm before drifting off to sleep.

She kept going like that for another two days, getting deeper and deeper into the woods. The trees grew bigger and wider, but remained just as dry as those on the forest's edge. They did, however, offer more shade, which meant that she didn't sweat _quite_as much as she had earlier. It was on the third day of her journey, and she had followed her ears to a small stream to have a drink and refill her canteen. It was the best water she'd encountered so far, clear and fresh, bubbling out of a rocky outcropping. After she'd quenched her thirst, she looked up and found that she was not the only one that thought the spring to be a good source of water. On the other side of the stream, staring at her watchfully with unblinking eyes, was a large, ferocious-looking dog.

Instinctively, she jumped up and assumed her fighting stance, one hand going to the hilt of her sword. Then, she heard a low growling behind her, and spun around to see several other dogs emerge from the underbrush behind her. Several canine voices from the other side of the stream revealed that the first dog had gotten company as well. She hadn't heard a sound, and now she was surrounded by 10-15 dogs. Remembering the words of the old woman in the village, she took a deep breath, and released her hold on her sword. She simply stood, while the dogs circled growling around her, more and more joining them every minute. There was a lot of whining and yipping going on amongst the dogs, as if they were trying to decide what to do about her obvious non-combativeness.

Suddenly, one of the biggest dogs howled loudly, and jumped directly at her throat. Even with her enhanced reflexes, there was no way she'd be able to get her sword out of the sheath and in position in time to stop him... death was approaching quickly, sharp fangs reaching for her throat. Then, something silver-colored whizzed across her field of vision, hitting the leaping dog in the side with crushing force. The large dog was pushed out of direction, flew right past her and collided with a tree with a surprised yip. The silver flash that had hit him rebounded off his flank, flipped over in the air, and landed in front of her on all four. It was a dog, smaller than most of the others, but superbly muscled.

His fur was gray, and tiger-like stripes with the color of polished silver lay across his back. His dramatic entry and coloring left little doubt that she was facing the legendary Silver Fang, the most powerful dog in the world. The voice he spoke in was calm, collected and unmistakably human. "My apologies for his attack. He has explicit orders not to strike at someone who isn't fighting back, but it appears that the discipline is slipping." The dog had large, brown eyes who were constantly scanning her armor and equipment, assessing a possible threat. He continued. "I can see, however, that you do not lack the means to defend yourself. You are, obviously, an adventurer, albeit one that is smart enough not to fight in the face of insurmountable odds."

She merely shrugged. It was, after all, true. His brow wrinkled. "I take it your destination is the enchanted grove in the middle of the forest, where the unicorns dwell. I'm afraid I cannot allow you to continue. But since I cannot kill a defenseless person either, I suppose you are free to turn back." He looked at her expectantly, obviously anticipating her answer. "I have to go through." She said, probably confirming his expectations. "I need a unicorn's horn. I mean no harm to anyone, but I cannot abandon my quest." Silver Fang sank back a bit, narrowing his eyes and showing off his impressive dental work. "I am sorry, but if you take one more step towards the grove, I will have to kill you, whether you defend yourself or not."

"Maybe we can come to an agreement?" She countered. "Isn't there something I can offer you in exchange for safe passage through the woods?" His eyes instantly grew guarded. "Interesting that you should ask..." he said slowly "there might actually be something." Relaxing a bit, Anitra crossed her arms under her ample bosom. "What might that be?" Silver Fang looked around him, and barked sharply twice. The assembled dogs instantly scattered, disappearing into the underbrush as quietly as they had come. "Follow me." He said, indicating the direction with a wave of his head. Alert for the possibility of a surprise attack, she walked close behind him as they followed nearly invisible animal trails between the trees. After a short walked, they emerged into a fairly large clearing. The trees around the edges leaned over it, though, practically obscuring the sky above with their branches. Large though it may be, this clearing was all but invisible from above. The only thing that stood out about the clearing, was an old tree lying dead in the middle, its trunk covered with soft, green moss.

It was towards this that Silver Fang walked, indicating that she should have a seat. Still wary for traps, she sat down on the log, feeling the soft moss wrap itself around her naked thighs. Silver sat down on his haunches, and started explaining. "This pack of mine, it is an army... all of them are ferocious fighters. And most of them are male. True, there are a few bitches amongst them, but it is hardly more than one in ten. I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this... a few months ago, it was spring, and all the bitches came into heat. Now, most of them are pregnant, none of them are in heat, and only a few of the males had a chance to satisfy their urgings. The morale is dropping fast. If I don't do something, half of them will have deserted before next spring rolls around, in search of a place with more females. However... I've heard that human females always are in heat, and they cannot become pregnant with a dog, either. If you can satisfy all of my dogs, you can pass freely through this forest, as well as any other area we might be guarding in the future."

Anitra was slightly stunned by that message. Most women would have been disgusted, horrified, enraged, or all of those at once. But she'd already had a sexual experience with a horse, not to mention a dragon, several griffins and a demon. Dogs didn't seem so bad compared to that. Their numbers were daunting, but with her superhuman stamina, it shouldn't be a problem. Besides, having been away from Blake for three days, she was seriously horny. Still, the humiliation... she toyed for a moment with the idea of threatening the dogs with Blake's fiery intervention, but they probably wouldn't believe her without evidence, and that was just too risky. Besides, it would be a bluff, she needed those unicorn horns in one piece. So, to hell with the humiliation, the dogs needed a bitch, and she needed some cock!

She smiled sexily down at Silver Fang, while running her hand over the moss-covered trunk. "So... that's why you brought me here. This trunk is just perfect for it, it'll keep me from getting tired... I take it you prefer doggy-style?" The dog raised an eyebrow at her eager answer. "Does that mean you accept?" His voice made it clear that he hadn't expected her to. She shrugged, as if surrendering her body to a pack of dogs were an everyday occurrence for her. "Sure. It sounds like a fair offer to me." Standing up, she started pulling off her armor. First the breastplate went, revealing that her nipples had been visible all along. Then she buckled up her leg-guards, dropping them on the breastplate, and finally she pulled her minimal panties down, revealing her hairless slit to the now panting dog.

Turning around, she laid herself over the mossy trunk, her large boobs resting on the far side. Looking back over her shoulder, she winked at Silver Fang and asked "Who's first?" A toothy grin spread across his canine face, and all of a sudden, he laid his head back and howled. He had a mighty voice, one which she would have attributed to a much larger dog if heard from afar, and she had no doubt that it would be audible all over the forest. She could livingly imagine how wild dogs would abandon guard duties or hunting trips to answer that call. And right out of her imagination, dogs started appearing out of the forest from all sides. The clearing was large, but as more and more dogs filled it, it seemed to shrink. Silver Fang spoke to his troops in a series of short barks and growls, presumably telling them what Fortuna had dumped into their collective laps. The assembled dogs answered with joyous howls.

Through that concert, Silver Fang approached her from behind. "As leader, I've got first right on everything." He said offhandedly. "I take it you are no virgin in either hole?" Without waiting for an answer, he leaped on her back. She hadn't had a chance to see his cock so far, since it had been concealed in his thick fur, but now she could feel it. It was fully in proportion to his body, which meant it wasn't very big. For someone who could take four feet of arm-thick dragon cock up her pussy without flinching, it was almost laughable.

Although his words might have led one to believe otherwise, Silver Fang had chosen to stick his cock into her cunt. Meeting little resistance, it continued all the way in, burying to its full, four-inch length. It wasn't until she felt a small lump pass through her hole, that Anitra remembered that dog genitalia had a certain peculiarity... the knot, a lump at the base of their cocks, which grew to a huge size once inside the bitch, locking them together for the duration of the fuck. And sure enough, as soon as he was fully immersed, Silver Fang's knot started to swell. It didn't stop until it was the size of a fairly large apple, and although Anitra knew that her flexible cunt could easily stretch far enough to let it out, it nonetheless gave Silver Fang the support he needed when he started moving.

Anitra had seen dogs fucking in the backstreets of her hometown, so she knew that they were very quick at it. Frequently, the male dog's hindquarters would practically blur. But she was totally unprepared for what happened. Silver Fang was the undisputedly fastest dog in the world, moving so swiftly in battle that he became invisible to the naked eye. This speed he transferred into his groin as he rapidly accelerated the pace of the fuck. Anitra was completely paralyzed by the feelings that were suddenly running through her. Three days ago, Blake had fucked her as fast as he possibly could, giving her the most animated sex she'd ever experienced. But compared to what was happening now, it had been a snail's pace.

Those diminutive four inches of cock were moving in and out of her cunt so quickly, she was loosing her breath. The friction was incredible, despite the lack of tightness, and the constant tugging of the knot against her labia only added to the pleasure. Starved for sex after three days with only the company of her own fingers, she was soon squirming on the log as climax after climax wracked her body. That she could experience such pleasure from so small a cock was something she would have sworn to be impossible only hours earlier.

Silver Fang's endurance was as impressive as his speed. Accustomed to running for days on end without food or rest, he easily kept up his incredible pace for a full twenty minutes, sending Anitra through more orgasms than she could count. He could have kept it going longer, but his dogs were circling impatiently, waiting for their turn, and with a sigh he released his self-control. Without warning, he thrust all the way forwards, and started shooting his load. Worked up over more than two months - being the leader, the bitches had been all over him during last spring - it blasted into Anitras womb with impressive force. She came one last time as he filled her, and then settled down to catch her breath while he pulled it out. As expected her pussy opened easily around his still-swollen knot, eliciting a wondering look from Silver Fang.

"Well, I can see that you won't have any problems with the next one..." he said while he walked around to her head. Looking to the side, she saw a dog leave the circle that had gathered around the edges of the clearing, and walk towards her. He was, far and wide, the biggest dog she'd ever seen. A bulldog, with capital Bull. His huge, muscular frame was covered in the scars of battles past, and he towered head and shoulders over the rest of the crowd. 1½ meters tall at the shoulders, on a loose approximate, and he probably had a cock in proportion to his large frame. As he approached her rear, Silver Fang jumped on her head, thrusting his dripping cock towards her mouth. "His name is Moss." Silver Fang explained while thrusting insistently at her lips. "He's one of my lieutenants, and the biggest one amongst us. I hope his weight won't be too much of a problem."

A blowjob hadn't really been part of the agreement, but as she watched the delicious mixture of pussy-juice and doggy cum drip from the tip of Silver Fang's cock, she didn't really care. Before taking it into her mouth, however, she took a good long look at it, noticing the bright red color, and pointy tip which was not unlike Blake's, and the still-swollen knot at the base. It also had a somewhat mottled appearance, with varying shades of red. It looked delicious, the red color giving it a rather candy-like appearance... with that thought in mind, she eagerly parted her lips, and swallowed it to the root. Being much smaller than what she was used to, she found that she could manipulate his cock to a high degree, running her tongue all over the smooth skin, while the cockhead only tickled her tonsils. It was actually a rather nice change, since it gave her a good chance to actually taste the cock.

While she was exploring the possibilities of an actual blowjob, as opposed to the throat-fucks she was used to, she suddenly felt a huge weight descend on her shoulders. Moss had reached her, and his huge forepaws now rested on her shoulders. His cock jabbed several times at her crotch area, searching for a hole, without finding one. With a deep growl, he adjusted his stance, and thrust forwards again, this time getting it right. His tapered cockhead thrust into her asshole, parting her sphincter like water before a ship's bow. That's when she discovered that dogs were capable of self-lubrication. Although large for a dog, Moss' cock slid in smoothly, eliciting a muffled moan from Anitra.

Although it had been stretched by far larger cocks in the past, Anitra's asshole had gone untouched for days, now, and with its unnatural elasticity, it had almost returned to its original tightness. Moss boasted nearly a foot of 1½ inch thick cock, enough to scare off most prospective bitches, but to Anitra it was the perfect size. Big enough to stretch her, yet not so big as to cause pain. His large mass prevented him from moving with the blurry speed that most of the other dogs could put out, but he made up for it with brute force. Each of his thrusts had his full weight behind it, hammering home in her innards with crushing strength. Still sucking on Silver Fang's cock, Anitra rolled her eyes skywards and started thrusting back at him. Although limited by the tree-trunk, her movement added even more slam to Moss' thrusts, and told him in no uncertain terms that she was enjoying it.

Getting the message, he pulled out all the stops and started putting his battle-hardened muscle to work. Three hard thrusts later, his knot popped through her tight anal opening, and swelled immediately. Growing rapidly to the size of a large orange, it put a delightful pressure on the inside of her sphincter, and added several inches of depth to Moss' thrusts. It also shortened his movements, and gave him a good base to increase his speed. Although never approaching anything like Silver Fang's blinding speed, his size and strength compensated for it quite satisfyingly. Anitra was experiencing anal orgasms every few minutes, and sucking Silver Fang for all she was worth at the same time. With a dog at both ends, and close to a hundred more standing in line, she was in seventh heaven.

While Moss had fucked her, the other dogs had tightened the circle around her, no longer keeping to the edges of the clearing. As Silver Fang blew his second load in her mouth, and jumped off her head, she found that her view consisted entirely of dogs. A mass of furry bodies surrounded her, pacing impatiently while waiting for their turn. Thoughtfully, she ran Silver Fang's cum glide around in her mouth, enjoying the taste and the thick texture, before swallowing it with relish. Almost immediately, she felt the familiar sensation she had come to call The Quickening, as she temporarily absorbed some of Silver Fang's powers. She started moving her ass back towards Moss' thrusts twice as fast as she had before, surprising the big dog. While he buried himself fully in her hot ass with a howl, she opened her mouth slightly and ran her tongue sexily over her upper lip, signaling to the waiting dogs that her mouth was open territory too.

An albino dog with snow-white fur and red eyes jumped at her head, while Moss pumped an impressive amount of thick, hot doggy cum up her ass. As his knot shrank back to its customary size, and he pulled out to give room for the next dog at her ass, she felt a rush of strength go through her. With Silver Fang's lightning speed, and Moss' copious strength both absorbed, along with the hardy endurance enjoyed by all of the wild dogs, the prospect of pleasuring 100 dogs suddenly no longer seemed like an impossible quest. Out the corner of her eyes, she saw a small dog with bluish fur guide a large mastiff towards her rear, and wondered between sucks why. As the mastiff turned his head towards her, sniffing at the erotic smells emanating from her, she saw that his eyes were uniform white, indicating that he was blind. She could, however, also see the large cock hanging under his hindquarters, and hoped that his blindness wouldn't stop him from giving her a good ride...

She soon lost track of time, saying nothing of her varying lovers. Apparently, every race was represented, not to mention a lot of bastards. Only a few made a particular impression, such as a large german shepherd, who fucked her with such regularity that one could almost call it a sexual march, and the three large, thick-furred bastards who went on her together. All three had striped fur, brown, red and bluish respectively. Although her position didn't allow them all three to fuck her at once, they still made a good job of it. One fucked her ass and another her mouth, while the third licked her pussy with his smooth tongue. They then change around, so that the one who had licked her could fuck her pussy, the one from her ass got her mouth, and the one from her mouth licked her erect nipples, adding a whole new dimension of pleasure to it. Apart from Silver Fang, they were the only ones who got two turns in a row, but the discontent mutters from the circling pack were quieted by a fierce growl from the largest of the tiger-striped dogs.

Another bulldog, somewhat smaller than Moss, stood out by his skill. Once he'd achieved full penetration in her cunt, he manipulated his cock deftly inside of her. Somehow, he managed to hit all of the most sensitive places in her pussy, all at once. After his first thrust, she was cumming as harder than she had with Silver Fang, and she continued to do so until he finally squirted his cum into her womb. The load wasn't terribly big, though, a good indication that his skills had been sought after during the previous spring. Finally, there was a huge dog of a race she hadn't seen before... although he looked somewhat like a mixture between bulldog and mastiff, his proud bearing indicated that, rather than being a bastard, he simply belonged to a race unknown to her. He stood even higher than Moss, although her wasn't nearly as massive, and his cock mirrored those traits - it was the longest one amongst the dogs, even if it wasn't as wide as Moss'. His long legs meant that her asshole was the most convenient entry, and the huge load he shot into it after more than ten minutes of hard and fast fucking indicated that he hadn't been able to find a bitch compatible with his height during the spring.

The dogs came by order of rank, meaning that the first ones had been the 'officers' of Silver Fang's dogs of war... after those, it was just plain soldiers, and none of them really stood out. It was simply a blur of varyingly colored furs, varyingly sized cocks, and varying quantities of cum. Even her spacious orifices soon were overfilled, and each time a new dog entered her ass or pussy, his first thrust caused a wad of thick doggy cum to squirt out of his chosen hole. Her enhanced metabolism worked hard to digest all the cum she swallowed from her numerous blowjobs. The mass of exited dogs that surrounded her raised the temperature in the clearing to the point where the sweat was literally running down her body, dripping from her tits like salty milk. With less rank to be observed, now that they were all ordinary soldiers, the remaining dogs came even closer. Following the example of the tiger-striped dogs, they started using their tongues while waiting for their turn at her holes. A couple of dogs were always busy, nibbling and licking at her tits, while there usually were one to lick her cunt and clit while she was being ass-fucked. The orgasms and dogs started blending into one another...

It would probably have been impossible for her to endure though all of the dogs, if it hadn't been for her special power... every time a dog came in her ass or mouth, a bit of his power were absorbed by her, making up for the energy she'd spend bringing him to a climax. Thus, as a dog finally left her mouth without being replaced by a new one, she was still filled with energy. She took the time to enjoy the movements of the dog who were presently screwing her ass, cum running constantly from the edges of the now lax hole. The sounds made by his cock moving through the cum-packed orifice were positively obscene, sounding unusually loud in the nighttime forest. It was only now, with no dog blocking her vision, that Anitra realized that the entire day had passed, and that the clearing was now visible only by the pale light of the full moon. A slight midnight breeze caressed her sweaty skin, while the final dog gave her the final orgasm of a long, long day. Exactly how many dogs that had fucked her, or how many orgasms she had enjoyed, she didn't have the faintest idea.

With a yelp, the dog came, adding his load to the copious quantities of sperm already present in her ass. As he pulled his still swollen know out through her unresisting sphincter, a veritable river of cum followed it. She waited for a minute, to see if there were more dogs waiting for the use of her rear, while at the same time enjoying the feeling of the cool night air on her fuck-raw holes. When none came, she sighed and got slowly to her feet, trying to find her balance. All around her, the clearing was covered in sleeping dogs. Looking at the closest ones, it seemed to her that they had a smile on their canine lips... Silver Fang probably wouldn't have any problems with the morale of his troops for a long time. She smiled a bit as she sat down on the log that had served her so well during the all-day orgy. Her belly was huge and swollen, as it often was after Blake had fucked her. This time, however, it was a large number of cumloads, rather than one big. She knew that she wouldn't be able to fit into her armor until the swelling went down, and that wouldn't happen until her digestive system had caught up. With a yawn, she laid down on the grass amidst the pack of sleeping dogs. In the morning, the cum-belly would be gone, and she would be overcharged with energy. She would be able to make up for the lost time easily.

She awoke when the sun hit her eyes. Yawning mightily, she sat up and stretched her stiff body. All of her bones seemed to creak, probably a byproduct of maintaining the same position all day yesterday... an ordinary human would have been temporarily crippled after an ordeal like that, but after she'd stretched her body thoroughly, she felt as good as new. Her belly was back to its familiar flat shape, and she felt incredibly fresh, as if she'd spend the night in a soft bed and enjoyed a hearty morning meal. With a smile on her lips, she got on her feet and looked around the clearing. Not a dog in sight... if it wasn't for the grass, which had been flattened all over the clearing, she might have been tempted to think that the whole thing had been a dream. Her armor lay in a pile near the log, where she had left it, but as she started walking towards it, she suddenly picked up a familiar scent. Her smile widened as she pretended not to have noticed, continuing across the clearing.

The gallons of dog cum she had absorbed over night had given her dog-like characteristics, and some of them remained, including the incredibly acute sense of smell. She knew that Silver Fang was right behind her, sneaking up on her with silent paws. As she reached her equipment, she bent over at the hip, giving him a clear view of her ass and the sweet slit beneath. Standing up with her sheathed sword in hand, she spoke over her shoulder. "Have you seen enough? Or do you want to stand back there while I pick up the rest of my armor?" The silence behind her where positively audible, and after a few seconds, Silver Fang agilely jumped over her and landed on the log. "You're not really human, are you?" He said without preamble. She shrugged. "Not really, no. Does it matter?" He sat back on his haunches. "Maybe not... maybe so. Either way, I'm here to give you a message."

"Go ahead." she answered while buckling on her armor. "In keeping with our agreement, you have free passage through the woods. We will not prevent you from reaching the grove of the unicorns..." he took a deep breath before he continued. "However, you'll need to go back through the woods again... and you will be free to do so, providing that you don't harm any of the unicorns." Anitra looked up sharply from the leg guards she'd been strapping on. "I'm here to pick up a unicorn's horn... how am I supposed to do that without harming any of them?" Now it was his time to shrug. "Not my problem. I'm simply saying that if you hurt any of the unicorns, you'll never come out of the forest alive. As for how you're going to make a unicorn part willingly with his horn, I don't know... that's up to you. I wish you the best of luck, though." With that said, he jumped off the log and disappeared into the forest like a silver bolt of lightning.

A sardonic smile twisted Anitra's lips as she finished putting on her armor. What Silver Fang didn't know was that she didn't actually need to walk out of the forest again... or did she? Concentrating slightly, she sent a probing thought at Blake. She dimly sensed hunger, and a metallic taste appeared in her mouth. Apparently, Blake was currently feeding. So, the rings DID work at the present distance, albeit weakly. She probably wouldn't be able to communicate with him with words, but she could send him her emotions... such as a need for help. If she could only make him go flying over the forest, she'd be able to gain a direct telepathic link with him... so, she could get the unicorn horn by any means necessary, then call on Blake to burn a hole in the forest. At that point, it didn't matter whether all the remaining unicorns perished in a forest fire, as long as she had one horn safely within the protective field of her fire-proof armor. However... Silver Fang and his soldiers would probably die, too. Did she really want to kill all of them, after the pleasure they had brought her? Compassion was a weak, human feeling, she knew, but she was still part human. She'd have to see how it went when she met the unicorns, and then keep Blake as... plan B.

Charged on sexual energy, she covered a lot of ground that day, and she kept walking through the night and following day. As evening fell on the second day, she started to feel fatigue for the first time, and settled down for a quick meal. Ahead of her, in the dim light of the setting sun, it seemed that the forest was greener than what she'd seen so far, and it was in good humor that she went to sleep. When day broke, she ate a good meal, and set off again. It was clear that she was getting close to her target... it seemed that she was walking backwards in time, the forest turning from summer-drought yellow to spring green. Birds that had so far stayed in the shade of their respective trees, were now flying through the fresh, moist air, singing joyously. The sense of spring in the air grew stronger and stronger, and when she saw a wild cherry tree in full bloom, she knew that she had finally found the unicorns' grove, where spring reigned eternal.

So, where were the unicorns? Hearing the sound of rushing water not far away, she shrugged and steered for the sound. After all, that was how she'd met Silver Fang and his army. Pushing aside a bush, she stepped out into a clearing, where a grove of ancient oaks surrounded a small lake. The lake was fed from a tiny spring, bubbling forth from a cracked rock beside it. A small stream ran from the lake, making its way through the forest... that was the sound she'd heard. The lake sparkled under the spring sun, promising refreshment to the thirsty. The whole place was utterly idyllic, and the picture was completed by a unicorn, standing by the lakeside, drinking the fresh, cold water. The unicorn was standing on the opposite side of the lake from Anitra, and as soon as she walked into the light, it lifted its head.

Big, friendly, brown eyes stared at her from below the spiraled horn. Its lips didn't move, but suddenly she heard a voice ring clearly over the lake. "Great... how did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be able to get past Silver Fang!" Maintaining her composure, she smiled at the unicorn and started strolling calmly around the lake. "They're mercenaries, unicorn... you're paying them to keep people out, and I paid them to let me through." The unicorn's brown eyes focused on the mithril hilt sticking up over her shoulder. "I don't know how you paid him off... and frankly, I don't care. It looks like we're going to have a serious chat with him." The unicorn lowered its head, pointing its horn threateningly at her. "After I've dealt with you, that is. I can sense powerful magic in your armor, but my horn can penetrate it easily." Anitra froze in her tracks, her right hand instantly going to the hilt of her sword. From the stories she'd heard about unicorns, she'd expected everything but this aggressive attitude. Narrowing her eyes, she reconsidered the virtues of Plan B, but decided to give diplomacy a chance first.

"Easy there, unicorn... I don't want to hurt you." As she said it, she slid her black blade an inch out of the sheath, and entered her combat stance. The unicorn raised an eyebrow, a rather strange maneuver for a horse. "You don't want to hurt me? I thought hurting unicorns was the reason you're here..." He wasn't making any move to attack, but his horn was still pointing unpleasantly at her midsection. Deciding that the truth usually worked better than even the most agile lies, she released the hilt of her sword. "My agreement with Silver Fang states that I'm allowed free passage though the woods both ways, providing that I don't hurt a unicorn. If I were to kill you, he would attack me on my way back." The unicorn raised his head again, a horsy grin spreading across it. "That so? Well, I guess that gives me quite an advantage, doesn't it?"

She shrugged, vary for signs of a surprise attack. He shook his head, wildly, his white mane flying. "Look, you're an adventurer, right? I can see that from your equipment, and your weapon. The only reason adventurers ever search out unicorns is to take our horns, our blood, our manes, or whatever. We don't part willingly with parts of our anatomy, and you know it. So what are you doing here?" Satisfied that she'd opened a discussion, she relaxed, and started wondering how the unicorn was talking to her. Probably some kind of telepathy. "I negotiated my way past Silver Fang, so I figured I might be able to negotiate my way to a horn too, unicorn. After all, you guys die from natural causes now and then, too, and then you have no further use for your horns, right?" The unicorn snorted. "You are wrong there, on several counts. We never die from natural causes, girl. Unless we are killed by someone, we live forever. That's why we're so valuable to you humans, piecemeal. And stop calling me 'unicorn', my name is Gabriel!"

Another voice intruded, originating from behind her. "Just a moment, Gabriel... maybe we CAN make a deal with her." Anitra turned swiftly, surprised to see another unicorn behind her. How a hoofed creature was able to move so silently was a mystery to her, but it was probably just another part of the unicorn's magic. What surprised her even further was the fact that the unicorn that had so efficiently snuck up on her was black. A truly deep shade of black, at that, almost as dark as Blake's scales. His horn, too, was black, giving him an altogether more dangerous appearance than the white unicorn by the lake. "What are you talking about, Malchiah?" Gabriel snarled. "Are you willing to part with your horn, perhaps?" The black unicorn shrugged. "I might be, but it would be useless to her, anyway."

With a sigh, Anitra sat down on a boulder near the lake's edge. "Would someone mind telling me what's going on?" she said in an exasperated voice, looking from unicorn to unicorn. The black unicorn, who was apparently named Malchiah, nodded while he walked over next to Gabriel. "You're wondering about my coloring, yes? It's really quite simple... if a unicorn kills another unicorn with his horn, he turns black. A black unicorn is not immortal, and his various body parts thus also lacks the special properties found on white unicorns. I once killed another unicorn, thus I'm black. Usually, that would also make me an outcast, but the circumstances surrounding the kill means that no one blames me. And that's also why we might actually need your help... this fact means that an ordinary unicorn doesn't much like the idea of fighting another unicorn to the death. Immortality is a hard thing to abandon, and although we can fight fairly effectively with just hooves and teeth, it's like a human fighting without using hands. Do you see where I'm going?"

Anitra nodded. "Yes. You want me to kill another unicorn, and in return, I can have his horn. Sounds good." Malchiah winced, while Gabriel laughed somewhat cruelly. "Well, I suppose so, but that's a terribly crude way to put it..." the black unicorn continued. "You see... there's a very good reason why we hired Silver Fang to keep humans and other adventurers away from us. Yes, it's annoying that people constantly shows up with swords, trying to kill us and take our horns, but so far we've always dealt with it on our own. Some of us gets killed, but mainly the slow and stupid ones... it was just another level of natural selection, and many a foolish adventurer also lost their lives on our horns. It worked just fine, until three years ago... a warlock came here, in search of a unicorn's horn like so many before him. He had a rather inflated opinion of his own intelligence, but at least he was smart enough to know that he didn't have much of a chance to defeat a unicorn on his own... we possess a fairly high natural resistance to magic, and our horns can pierce most magical barriers. So, he thought to trick a horn from one of us."

"That he ran into Lucifan was bad luck, for both him and us." He continued "Lucifan is the proverbial black sheep of our herd. He is vindictive, mean, amoral, and very, very smart. He had long been harboring anger against several high-ranking members of our herd, and would gladly have killed them if he had the means... and then, this warlock fell right into his lap. Lucifan offered the human his own horn, in return for tutoring in the arts of magic. The foolish warlock agreed, sufficiently self-confident to think himself impossible to outsmart. Naturally, Lucifan killed him as soon as he had learned all he could. Thus armed with magic, he sought out others in the herd that harbored resentment and anger, and taught them a fraction of what he knew in return for their loyalty. After he'd gathered a small group around him, he launched a coup... the elder of our herd fell to his magic, along with others, who had unknowingly incurred Lucifan's wrath. Our herd was devastated... some ran away into the forest. Others fought back the only way they could: With their horns. Many turned black that day, but I was the only one of them to escape with my life."

Malchiah paused, and walked over to the lake to drink some water. Gabriel looked after him, and suddenly looked rather shamefaced. "I ran." He said with a sigh. "I didn't feel there was anything else to do. Anyway, since he seems to have talked himself dry, I might as well continue this lesson in 'Unicorn History 101'. So, the elder was dead along with several others, among them most of Lucifan's pupils. Our natural antimagic didn't work against his spells, for some reason. Nobody knows why. To my knowledge, Lucifan is the first unicorn ever to learn human magic, so I suppose it stands to reason that it's unknown territory. However, we unicorns have our own magic... and forgetting that, was Lucifan's fatal mistake. He'd killed the herd elder, but there were still several of the older unicorns left, and most of them had fled the scene of battle with a particular purpose in mind. Lucifan had deliberately attacked during one of the rites in our holy place, where he knew most of us would be gathered... but that place holds an ancient magic. A circle of stones surrounds it, and only those who are members of our herd can pass through that circle. The elders who had escaped used their magic to cast Lucifan and his compatriots out of the herd, while they were inside the circle. They're still there."

Malchiah had finished drinking, and now took up the story again. "The surviving elders had made a brilliant move, sealing Lucifan within the circle of stones. He has no way of escape, but he's still a white unicorn, so he can't die. He's still in there - alone. He killed his remaining compatriots in a failed attempt to use their escaping lifeforce to breach the circle of stones. However, while he is effectively imprisoned, we have lost our holy place. None of us dares to venture in there - he still has his magical powers, against which we have no defense. However, in you, I sense a powerful anti-magic... and it doesn't come from unicorns. If I'm not mistaken, it's draconic, and I doubt he has the power to breach that. As I said, he's still a white unicorn, so if you were to challenge and defeat him, you could take his horn as your trophy - and since he is not part of our herd, he is not included in the protection agreement with Silver Fang, either."

Malchiah seemed to be about to say something else, but Gabriel interrupted him. "Wait a sec, Malchiah... that all sounds very nice, and I certainly have no objections, but haven't you forgotten something? She can't pass the circle of stones, either, since she's not a member of our herd. Yes, the elders could make her an honorary member, or something, with their magic... but you don't really think they would, do you? I mean, it was their idea to hire Silver Fang in the first place, shutting us off from outside help. After they found out about that warlock, the whole bunch of them turned xenophobic on the spot. If they see her, they'll attack her immediately... and they CERTAINLY won't induct her into the herd." Malchiah sighed. "I know all that, Gabriel... however, if you spend less time talking, and more time looking, you might have noticed that we have a second option."

Gabriel wrinkled his brow, and stared intently at Anitra, who'd so far just sat quietly listening. She had gathered from their words that they were able to see magic in people and objects, and that Gabriel was presently perusing her powers. His eyes suddenly widened, and he looked up at Malchiah. "Rapid regeneration, I recognize, but that other thing... elasticity? I've never seen anything like it before... no matter, I see where you're going. Her regeneration alone should make her able to survive the Rite of Passage." Malchiah merely nodded, while the black skin around his nose seemed to take on a faint reddish tint. Gabriel noticed it too, and laughed loudly. "I'm honestly surprised you even thought of it, considering how prim-and-proper you always are... I clearly recall hearing you talk about how good it is that we've stepped away from the barbarian customs of our ancestors. And now you suggest that we put her through the Rite of Passage? Well, I admit that the fact that it's even possible is enough of a coincidence to make it seem like it's meant to be..."

Clearing her throat, Anitra interjected. "Ehm, excuse me gentlemen, but what exactly is this 'Rite of Passage' you're talking about?" Gabriel turned towards Malchiah with a wide grin. "I'd better tell her, Malchiah... you'd just turn dark red if you tried to explain it." Facing her again, he continued. "The Rite of Passage is an old ritual, which our ancestors used in their fertility cult. Basically, any woman who passes the rite, becomes a priestess of the cult. And although the practices of the cult were discontinued centuries ago, the circle of stones is even older. They'll let a priestess of the cult pass. And here's the good part: The Rite of Passage doesn't require an elder present. It DOES, however, require both a white and a black unicorn, which just happens to be what we have here. And, get this: It has to take place on the last night of the full moon. Which is tonight. Quite a fortunate coincidence, eh? Now, this is the part that makes Malchiah turn red: It was, as previously mentioned, a FERTILITY cult..."

Malchiah was actually turning a rather dark shade of red, while Gabriel continued with an increasingly wide grin. "You see, back then the villagers around here would put young virgins out in the woods as a sort of sacrifice to us, to ensure a bountiful harvest. They usually had more daughters than they needed anyway, so I guess it wasn't much of a sacrifice. These girls were put through the Rite of Passage, and most of them didn't survive - which was kinda' the idea. The few who DID survive were considered to be the chosen of the moon goddess - who was also our goddess of fertility - and those were priestesses in our cult. And allowed on our holy grounds. So, what exactly does the rite entail? You probably have a fairly good idea already... basically, a black and a white unicorn mated with the girl, and if she survived, she'd passed the rite. The symbolism is quite deep - those were wilder times, and nearly half of the unicorns in the herd were black. They were the warriors, while the white ones mostly handled religious duties, and made sure that the herd numbers didn't dwindle. By accepting the seed of both groups in her, the young woman proved her impartiality. The priestesses stood outside both groups, bestowing the blessing of the moon equally on black and white."

"Traditions aside, we figure you'd be able to survive the rite easily, with that regeneration charm you've got on you..." he continued with a shrug. "The rite really is very simple... on the last night of the full moon, a young woman must offer herself on the altar of the moon. A black and a white unicorn must take her, and if she still breathes afterwards, she's a priestess. The old altar still stands, too, and nobody comes there anymore. It reminds them of the barbarian ways of their ancestors." Gabriel was now looking at her expectantly, while Malchiah seemed to be inspecting his hooves for flaws. Anitra sighed. She quite clearly remembered Balrog, the huge warhorse who had raped her not so long ago... it had hurt surprisingly much, because her powers didn't activate fully when it wasn't a dragon fucking her. Chances were that the unicorns were equipped with equally sizeable tools... they were right, though. It would hurt, but there was no chance she'd get killed by it, and providing that the rites didn't demand that the intercourse had to be vaginal, she might be able to gain a boost for the battle against Lucifan, too. Exactly what traits she'd inherit from a unicorn, she wasn't sure, but anything helpful would be welcome if she was to go up against a unicorn warlock...

With a relaxed smile, she jumped off the rock. "Sounds like a plan. Lead the way, loverboy." As with Silver Fang, she took a certain enjoyment in watching their reaction to her rough-and-ready agreement. Even Gabriel blushed a bit at being thus addressed, but hid it by quickly turning around and speaking over his shoulder. "Right this way..." Grinning widely, she winked at Malchiah and followed Gabriel into the forest. Malchiah headed up the rear, and Anitra took care to put the maximum possible amount of 'swishing' into her walk, without unbalancing herself. She imagined she could almost hear Malchiah blush fiercely at the sight.

After a short walk through the spring-green forest, they came out in another oaken grove. In the middle of it stood a granite altar, overgrown with ivy. It was, basically, a massive slab of stone set in the grass, but it seemed to Anitra that there were some carvings around the edges. Curiously, she walked up to the altar, crouched down and started pulling off the tough plants. Gradually, a carved relief became visible, covering all four sides of the altar. Obviously, they depicted the various rites and rituals of the ancient unicorn fertility cult, including the Rite of Passage. The carvings were rough, but she had a feeling that it was mainly as a result of wear and tear over the centuries, rather than lacking skill in the artist. Amazing, really, considering that the carvings had obviously been done by unicorns, with their horns.

Cleaning away the ivy as she went, she inspected carving after carving, pausing occasionally when one caught her fancy. It was obvious that many of the cult's rituals had included human/unicorn intercourse to a greater or lesser degree. She were particularly enchanted by a carving apparently depicting a woman enjoying a double penetration from two male unicorns, one of them on his back, the other standing up, and her caught in the middle. Recalling how she'd regretted that a double-fuck wasn't possible with the dogs, she noticed that the 'ritual' apparently took place at a specially shaped altar, which allowed a unicorn to lie down with comfort and stability ensured. "Are there other altars like this?" she asked over her shoulder. "Several." Came the answer in Malchiah's voice. "The old cult had a number of altars set in a circle around the holy grounds. Various altars were used for various rituals, you see. The holy grounds were only for the most powerful and sacred rites. These days, only the holy grounds remain in use... it's not like we're forbidden to approach the old altars, but it's commonly understood that we're not supposed to."

Nodding absently, she ran her hand caressingly over the carving of the sandwiched woman, before continuing around the altar. The north side of it was overgrown with moss, rather than ivy, and it didn't come off easily - but what appeared underneath was worth it. The ancient unicorns had obviously carved these on the shadowy side of the altar quite purposefully. They depicted dark rites, including the ritualistic rape of unicorn maidens - probably prisoners from the clan-wars Malchiah had mentioned - and their subsequent sacrifice on a large altar, with a priestess wielding the knife. Another good reason to recruit humans for that job - they didn't turn black when they killed a unicorn. The carving of the young, female unicorn, chained to stone posts and writhing in pain as large stallions repeatedly raped her was especially well preserved - Anitra felt that she could almost hear the desperate whinnies emerging from the parted lips of the unicorn filly. Indeed, the ancient ones had been a rather bloodthirsty bunch... where HAD those stories of kind and gentle unicorns come from, anyway? Probably from the deceptively pure appearance of a white unicorn... more evidence that one should not judge a book by its cover.

Having completed a circle around the altar, and probably gained a greater insight into the ritualistic practices of the ancient unicorn fertility cults than most sages could boast off, she sat down on top of the altar, and looked up at the sun. Loosely assessed, it would be another five hours before the moon rose. Providing, of course, that the eternal spring of the unicorn's forest didn't affect the timing of the sunset, too. "Nice place..." she said, patting the altar. "But the moon won't rise for quite a while. What should we do till then?" The two unicorns stared at each other in amazement, neither one having thought of that. Anitra sighed and shook her head. "Okay, look, why don't you show me the other altars? I found those carvings to be... interesting, and I'd like to see the real thing." Malchiah eagerly agreed, apparently glad to get a chance to show off his knowledge of local history. Gabriel sighed, and proclaimed that he'd range out in front, to make sure they didn't accidentally bump into one of the elders.

Most of the altars turned out to be in an even sorrier condition than the first one... yet, their original purpose remained clear. She instantly recognized the pillars that had been used for the ritual rape of female unicorn sacrifices... rusted bits of chain were still attached to them, indicating that they had some kind of magical preservation spell on them - otherwise, there'd be no way a piece of metal could survive for so long out in the open. However, the altar she was really looking forwards to seeing, was the one build to facilitate a double penetration. It turned out to be one of the last ones they visited. "What was the purpose of this place? I mean, I know what the ritual looked like, from the carvings, but what was the idea?" she asked intently, while she examined the ingenious construction. Two granite half-arches were set into the ground, upside down, next to each other, while another pair faced them. The shape was perfect to encase the midsection of a horse - or unicorn - providing the stability to keep his back to the ground. One of the pairs could be moved back a ways, to allow the unicorn to roll over, and afterwards they could be put back in place. Whether the primitive mechanics still worked after all that time was doubtful, though.

"This is where the Rite of Ascension was performed..." Malchiah explained. "A priestess could choose to attempt this rite, if she thought herself to be worthy of it. A priestess who survived it were elevated to the rank of High Priestess, and wielded real power in the ancient cult. According to what I've heard, few tried and fewer survived. There has only been a handful of High Priestesses through time, which is actually pretty understandable. You see, there was one thing you couldn't see from the carvings... the 'upper' unicorn in the rite wasn't just anyone - it had to be the 'Messenger of the Sun', a cult title bestowed to the male with the biggest... ahem... virility. Considering that, it's no surprise that most of those who tried, died during the rite." Nodding absently, Anitra tried to move one of the stone half-arches. To her own surprise, it moved smoothly in its grove, as if it had been cleaned and oiled yesterday. More preservatory magic, obviously. Unicorns seemed to be experts at that.

Wrinkling her brow, she stared at the altar. Something was running around in her head, something she ought to remember... something her mother had once told her about cultist magiks. Trying to jar her memory, she asked Malchiah "Did a High Priestess have some special powers on the holy grounds?" He nodded eagerly. "Of course. The presence of a High Priestess made possible certain extremely potent rituals... when a High Priestess stepped into the holy grounds, she became the focal point of all its power. In times of trouble, the holy grounds were the final sanctuary of the herd - under those circumstances, the High Priestess could turn the power stored in the Great Altar into a destructive force, capable of tearing enemies to pieces..." He paused, and looked at her speculatively. "You're not thinking about going through the Rite of Ascension, are you? Well, if you are, forget about it... there are three good reasons why it won't work. Firstly, we don't have a Messenger of the Sun available. I have no idea who should wear that title, but I'm pretty sure that it's neither me nor Gabriel. Secondly, the Great Altar hasn't been used for its original purpose for centuries - there is no power stored in it. And thirdly, even those priestesses who DID survive the rite required vast amounts of healing afterwards, as well as several weeks of complete rest..."

As she'd hoped, his words jarred her memory... yes, her mother had been telling her about that particular variety of magic that was used by cultists all over the world. "It can be quite powerful..." she'd warned "But keep in mind that it's almost always lacking in terms of finesse. From my experience, about half of the things cultists do as part of their rituals makes the magic work, and the other half is just tradition." That was it! For sure, there were plenty of 'if's and 'maybe's in it, but it seemed likely that in terms of magic, the Rite of Ascension simply required a priestess to survive a double penetration at the designated altar - the Messenger of the Sun part was probably just a tradition, or a way to decrease the rate of survival. The third problem she ignored entirely, knowing that it wasn't really a problem. That left the second one... "How was the Great Altar charged with power, originally?" she asked Malchiah, who answered with a sarcastic voice. "Oh, that was pretty simple... a unicorn mated with a priestess on the altar. And before you ask, yes, the High Priestess could perform that ritual as well, and that supposedly created even more power. So, supposing that you can solve the two other problems I mentioned, all you'll need to do is convince Lucifan to mate with you on the altar, and you'll have an easy time."

"Good to hear... then that's settled." She answered lightly, patting him on the shoulder as she walked by him. "Huh?" was his only reply. As they started back towards the original altar - it was starting to get dark - she explained her theory to him. "Not entirely impossible..." he admitted doubtingly. "I admit, some of the old rituals seems unnecessarily complicated. But what about the third problem?" "Never existed." She said, patting him insultingly on the cheek. "Trust me, I can take the both of you without a problem." He snorted, shaking his mane. "Whatever... hey, if you want to try it, that's okay with me. Oh, and incidentally, the Rite of Ascension is also supposed to take place on the last night of a full moon, and the bottom unicorn is supposed to be the opposite color from the Messenger of the Sun, whichever color he might be. And there are no rules saying it can't be the same night and the same unicorns as the Rite of Passage."

Neither one of them spoke again, until they reached the first altar, where Gabriel was already impatiently waiting. The sun was just in the process of sinking below the horizon, and the moon was already visible at the opposite end of the sky, pale and white. "The elders calls this a Sacred Evening..." Gabriel said thoughtfully, as he looked up at the sun and moon. "When we still had our holy grounds, this was the time for our holiest rites. The full moon and the sinking sun, both in the sky, sharing it for once..." he shook his head angrily. "Never mind all that. If this goes as planned, we'll soon have our holy grounds again. So, young miss adventurer, better unbuckle yourself and get on the altar." Winking at him, she pulled down her panties with one quick movement, and stood up again. "Don't call me 'adventurer', unicorn... my name is Anitra!" Gabriel fumed slightly, but kept his mouth shut as she proceeded to take off her armor. Malchiah, on the other hand, was so busy trying not to laugh at Gabriel's reaction, that it took him several minutes before he started blushing.

Opting to keep her leg guards on, to protect her skin from the rough surface of the rapidly cooling stone altar, she simply dropped her chest armor on top of her panties, and climbed on the altar, her pussy already drooling with anticipation. Why was that, she wondered briefly as she shook her arse invitingly at the two stunned unicorns. She was doing this for a definite purpose, right? To get that horn... it wasn't because she wanted to get fucked by a unicorn, or anything. Was it? She'd noticed that ever since her transformation, she'd grown increasingly horny. She'd been right quick to use her sexuality to gain information from those two apprentices at Flenceburg, and she'd also offered herself to Lezard, albeit without result. She genuinely enjoyed the all-day gangbang from Silver Fang and his army, and now she was eagerly offering herself up to the two equines behind her. Blake had mentioned that dragons had an enormous sexual appetite, and also that they didn't really put as much importance in sex as humans did... was it this draconic mindset that was sinking in, modifying her personality? Or was it much simpler... that she was basically a slut, and that her recent exposure to sex had sparked this fit of nymphomania? It didn't really matter, though. She was horny, and her pussy cried out for something to fill it. And there were two extremely well equipped males standing behind her. So what if they had four legs...

"What are you waiting for, guys?" she asked teasingly, wriggling her butt invitingly. The answer was an angry snort, and seconds later, a pair of hooves hit the stone in front of her. The legs they were attached to were white, which didn't surprise her - Malchiah clearly suffered from a nasty case of shyness. She wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be a virgin. However, in the meantime, she concentrated on Gabriel. Bending her head, she could look down between her boobs, and see his impressive tool jab at her rear. It was a full foot-and-a-half in length, and maybe 3½ or so inches across. It was white, except the bright red tip, which - she knew from her earlier encounter with Balrog - would flare out as soon as he got it in. The ancient ones had been smart when they made the altar - it didn't just have ritual value, it also raised a woman's pussy to just the right height for an equine penetration.

It didn't take Gabriel many seconds to find her pussy, and as soon as he felt his cockhead touch the wet opening, he thrust forwards with a whinny. Anitra moaned as she felt her pussy-lips part before his charge, enjoying the familiar feeling of being filled with hot man-meat. Or horse-meat. Gabriel, on the other hand, rolled his eyes as he felt her powerful cuntal muscles contract around the tip of his cock, and thrust forwards again, embedding the first half foot of his throbbing shaft in her. He was far from a virgin, but his rough charms had always had a greater attraction on the more mature mares, rather than the young fillies, and Anitra was by far the tightest ride he'd ever experienced. Whinnying excitedly, he started bucking against her, driving inch after inch into her well-lubricated cunt.

Rather than try to force his entire length into her at once, he started to fuck her with what he had inside, putting more and more force behind the thrusts. Every time he pushed forwards, he'd go a bit deeper, and send Anitra even higher on waves of pleasure. She had her first orgasm when he'd reached a depth of about ten inches, squirming on the cold stone altar, and screaming at him to go faster and harder. Her nipples felt very hot, despite the heavy metal rings attached to them, and they were hard as pebbles. Leaning forwards, she ground her tits into the rough surface of the granite altar, actually causing sparks to fly as her nipple rings struck the stone. The rough stimulation, along with the coolness of the stone, gave her some relief, but she none the less caught herself wishing that the rings were bigger and heavier.

Egged on by her obvious pleasure, Gabriel started to fuck her harder, putting more and more of his massive bulk behind the thrusts. With a grunt, he pushed the rest of his cock into her, burying himself to the root and causing his large, cum-heavy balls to swing forwards and hit her clit. Her clit had been standing erect since the start of the fuck, straining for some kind of stimulation, but due to the plentiful lubrication of her cunt, the friction hadn't been enough to pull it into contact with Gabriel's cock. Now that it finally touched something besides air, it send a chain reaction of pent-up sexual energy through her, causing her to explode in another climax, twice as powerful as the last one. She could, at the same time, feel his cock coming up against her womb... it had been penetrated before, by a shorter man, but his rather flat cockhead and the elasticity of her cunt meant that, rather than forcing the womb open, he was stretching her birth canal enough to accommodate his full length.

With her cunt clamping down spastically on his cock, Gabriel threw all caution to the wind and started fucking for all he was worth. He completely forgot that it was a frail human being he was screwing, and did it like he always did it with the mares - as hard and fast as he possibly could. The force of his thrust lifted her knees from the surface of the altar every time, but Anitra didn't care - instead, she pushed back against him every time, as hard as she could, to make sure that she really took every inch he had to give. His rapidly grinding pace brought her to one more orgasm, before he finally uttered a long, drawn-out whinny and started cumming. The thick cum flooded her womb, filling it to overflowing, and stretching it slightly. Then, finding no more space to fill, it flowed back along Gabriel's cock, and squirted out around the edges of her cunthole, running viscously down her thighs.

Having emptied his balls, Gabriel backed up, his cock softening already. It popped out of her well-fucked hole with a loud >plop<, and was followed by a stream of thick cum. Hearing the cum drip from his cock, Anitra had to restrain herself from jumping off the altar and cleaning him up... it might ruin the magic, after all. "So, Malchiah, you're next..." Gabriel said offhandedly as he walked back towards his friend. "I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds." Actually, he was shaking slightly, after experiencing one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had, but he'd die before admitting that to his less experienced friend. Malchiah actually wasn't a virgin, but if it hadn't been for Gabriel, he probably would have been - it was Gabriel who had set up the double-date that had given Malchiah his first taste of cunt. That had been before he turned black, and it hadn't been easy to find a filly willing to date the shy, history-interested unicorn.

Gabriel knew, however, that after the whole affair with Lucifan, the girls had been all over him. His black skin gave him a dangerous appearance, and marked him as a killer... the young mares were attracted to it, and he knew that Malchiah had received any number of indecent proposals since. He wasn't sure if Malchiah had accepted any of them, though - when asked, he agilely avoided the question. Which probably meant no... and that probably was a good thing, too. The girls would have been disappointed to find how poorly his personality fit his exterior. Why he had chosen to stand and fight was still a mystery to Gabriel, and how he'd managed to survive while much more warlike unicorns had fallen was an even greater mystery - but then again, he didn't even know why he had chosen to run like hell when the bolts started flying. People sometimes reacted in unexpected ways when crisis arose, that much was certain.

Unaware of what was going on in his friend's head, Malchiah nodded and stammered "No problem..." while walking towards the altar. Despite his shyness, the sight of Gabriel screwing Anitra wildly, and her enjoying it, had made him horny, and his cock now hung stiffly under his belly. He didn't really know how big or small it was, since he didn't have anything to compare it to, but that filly Gabriel had set him up with had seemed fairly impressed - then again, she could have been acting, so as not to insult him... you just never knew with mares. His nostrils flaring as they picked up the thick smell of sex in the air, he jumped on the altar and tried to aim his cock at her pussy, annoyed that it was so hard to find.

When Anitra saw the black hooves come down on either side of her shoulders, rather than her head, she wondered why. Then she cast a look over her shoulder and gasped. Swinging behind her was a monstrosity of a midnight-black cock, the red tip staring at her pussy like an angry eye. It was nearly as long as Blake's, although nowhere near as wide. Probably something in the excess of two foot long, and more than four inches wide. While she gazed at it, Malchiah finally found his way to her pussy, and started pushing his cock gently forwards. Her cum-filled pussy was still standing slightly open after Gabriel's visit, and it swallowed the head of Malchiah's dick with an obscene slurp. Horsey sperm squirted out around the edges as he began forcing his rock-hard shaft into the cum-packed orifice. Sexual sounds filled the night air... the sloshing of cum, the drip-drop of sweat falling from Anitra's nipples, and the low moans she was making almost continuously now.

Gabriel was stunned. He'd never seen his buddy excited before - the size of Malchiah's cock amazed him, he'd had no idea it was so big... While by no means an expert himself, he knew enough to tell that Malchiah was extraordinarily well endowed - perhaps even well enough to be deserving of the title Messenger of the Sun, despite his earlier, self-effacing remarks. The woman, who had bucked and squirmed delightfully when he'd fucked her, now seemed to be going into a trance... yet, amazingly, she didn't seem to have all that much trouble taking Malchiah's monstrously huge shaft inside. Feeling his cock harden again, he silently trotted around the mating couple on the altar, to get a better viewing angle. They were, of course, oblivious to his movements, caught up in their own world of interlocking genitals and shared pleasure.

Anitra's eyes were closed, and her head rested on the stone altar. Her breasts were also mashed flat against it, but her ass remained high up in the air. She wasn't bucking or pushing back at her lover... the only thing she did, except for moaning under her breath, was to concentrate fully on the pleasure coursing through her. Malchiah had provided the biggest non-draconic cock she'd ever tried, but it was more than that. Barring Gabriel, this was the first time she had willingly been fucked with a non-draconic cock of any real size. Her pussy had been stretched further than it was now, when two of Ali's brothers had shared it, but neither those nor Balrog, Ali's warhorse, had boasted of the length Malchiah was wielding. With her cunt still relaxed from her previous fuck, and plenty of cum providing lubrication, he was sliding into her with comfortable ease... but he was fast approaching depths that only Blake had pried before.

Malchiah was enjoying the warm, wet tightness that surrounded his cock, and as his cockhead suddenly encountered some resistance, he was rather disappointed. He still had about half a foot of cockshaft waiting outside the hole, which surprised him some... he had been too embarrassed to watch when Gabriel first mounted her, but he'd looked at them later, and seen Gabriel achieve full penetration. Why shouldn't he be able to do that, too? Anitra knew the answer to that question... she could feel his cockhead bouncing off of the mouth of her womb. Leaving out Blake's frequent visits, only once before had she been penetrated all the way into the womb... during her rape at the hands of Ali and his brothers. The biggest one amongst them had just barely managed to get his cockhead inside, but this time she clearly had a choice. Malchiah, despite his size, was gentle. If she kept the mouth of her womb tightly closed, he wouldn't try and force his way in. Yet, she knew that she wasn't going to keep Malchiah out. She _wanted_that special pain/pleasure sensation that came with a womb penetration.

Concentrating at the multitude of sensations that emanated from deep within her cunt, she repositioned her abdomen, and pushed back slightly. Malchiah felt the resistance that had stopped his cock part, and thrust forwards with an eager whinny, burying his remaining inches inside her womb. Anitra cried out in pain - or maybe pleasure, she wasn't even sure herself - as she felt her womb stretch to accommodate the intruder. She now had more than two feet of thick, hot, veiny, throbbing cockshaft inside of her - and she loved it. The sensation was very different from when Blake fucked her. His huge cock inflicted great pain, but the DragonRider magic she possessed translated that pain into pure pleasure for her. This time, however, she was enjoying the undiluted feelings of a painfully large penetration. Some real pain, some real pleasure, and enough of both to practically send her into a coma.

Her orgasms were coming quicker, now... it was starting to get hard to tell where one ended and the next started. And while Anitra was in the throes of pleasure, Malchiah was definitely feeling the heat too. Gabriel was right in assuming that he hadn't gotten laid since the double-date, several years ago - he'd been too shy to accept any of the offers he'd received after 'going black'. And besides, he could sense that the mares only wanted him due to his black skin, and that just didn't seem right to him. At the moment, he wasn't troubled by thoughts about motivation and honest relationships, though. He was horny as hell, and his cock was buried deep inside the hot, tight orifice of a female who was clearly enjoying his attention immensely. For once, his intellectuality was slipping away, and his instincts were taking over. And his instincts were telling him to hammer the girl as hard and as fast as he possibly could.

Gabriel was stunned, for the second time that night. Not only had his somewhat nerdy friend turned out to have a king-size cock, he was now also showing off his wild side. Hours earlier, Gabriel would have sworn that Malchiah had no such thing as a 'wild side', but there really was no other words for it. His movements were getting faster, wilder, rougher. Usually glimmering with intellect, his eyes were now glazed with lust. Were it not for the prominent horn on his forehead, he would have been indistinguishable from an ordinary, mindlessly rutting stallion. It was clear that Malchiah wasn't holding anything back. The thrusts poured into Anitra's twat, causing her buns to jiggle at every impact, along with her luscious boobs. Her hair whipped around as she threw her head about wildly, and her eyes had a feverish look to them, as she left the physical world in favor of the sea of pleasure that was flooding her mind.

The rutting unicorn stallion and the horny dragonrider were locked together for an infinite moment of ecstasy. Then, infinity wound to a stop as Malchiah's pleasure peaked. His huge cock pulsed once, as it worked to propel his thick jism all the way to the head. Then, the hot liquid started spraying from the tip, coating Anitra's womb in two spurts. As it continued to spray wad after wad, she shook in her strongest orgasm that night, nearly passing out from the intensity of it. Then, having both enjoyed a powerful climax, they collapsed in fatigue. A large part of Malchiah's weight ended up resting on Anitra's back, but she found that her physique could handle it... and besides, she didn't really want him to pull out yet. She was satisfied with enjoying the afterglow of her tremendous orgasm while his cock slowly stopped spurting inside her, and started shrinking. As the width of his shaft decreased, her pussy lips didn't seal very tightly around it, and the huge load he'd just fired started running back out along his cock, dribbling from her cunt unto the granite altar below.

As she laid there, she felt a faint tingling at her fingertips, which then spread upwards. It gathered around her erect nibbles, her throbbing clit, and her well-fucked cunt, and seemed to soak into her skin. Relaxing, she allowed the ancient magic to do its work, marking her as a priestess so that the defensive spells surrounding the holy grounds would recognize her as such, and allow her passage. The magic was hundreds of years old, yet is still had enough potency left in it to do what it was supposed to do. She could go up against Lucifan now, but she had already made up her mind to try the Rite of Ascension too - that way, should she fail to defeat the unicorn warlock with her sword, she had a plan B (or was it C?) ready. Besides, a cumload in her ass would give her a strength boost for the fight, and that was always a good thing.

Having regained his breath, Malchiah realized that her was resting rather heavily on top of Anitra, and hurriedly got his legs up again. His mind was starting to clear, but the past minutes seemed foggy, not unlike his memories of the fight against Lucifan's minions. He blinked his eyes a few times, and started backing away from Anitra, pulling his now rubber-like cock out of her. As with Gabriel, the final exit of his cockhead was accompanied by a somewhat slimy >plop< and a thick stream of cum. When he finally jumped entirely off the altar, Anitra surprised him by sitting up and kissing him on the mouth, winking at him as she did so. "That was some ride, Malchiah... with one exception, you're probably the best lover I've ever had." she said, smiling sexily at him as she ran her hands caressingly over her abdomen, which was slightly dissented by the quantity of cum that had been pumped into it. Blinking his eyes in surprise, he took half a step backwards, and instantly blushed with the deepest, darkest shade of red she'd ever seen. Gabriel, seeing this, laughed so hard that he had to lean against a tree to keep from rolling over.

Anitra blew him a kiss as she got up completely. Her womb was still sloshing with cum, but as she got vertical it started running rapidly out of her, completely covering her inner thighs. Leaving a track of cum behind her, she calmly walked over to Gabriel who was slowly getting his laughter under control. Then, as she approached, he cast one look at the snail-like slime-trail she'd left behind, and exploded in gales of renewed laughter. Tapping her foot impatiently, she lifted an eyebrow and waited for him to get control of himself again. Finally, he took a deep breath, and stopped laughing. "You done? Good. We've still got a lot to do." She said rather pointedly. Shrugging, Gabriel replied "You mean the Rite of Ascension? I heard you talk about it with Malchiah earlier, and I admit that after seeing his size, I'm inclined to believe that there's a chance it might actually work... if you can take it, that is. I still don't see how you're gonna charge up the Great Altar, but I expect you've got some kind of plan." Walking back to the altar to pick up her armor, she spoke without turning. "Don't you worry about those details... just make sure you can get it up for round two, Gabe."

When they reached the other Altar, the twilight had given way for night. Yet, the full moon shone down from above, providing more than enough light to see by. In that pale silver light, the ancient altar looked very powerful indeed, and the power it held seemed to lie in the air like a scent that none of them could quite pick up. As the temperature fell, a faint mist crept from the ground, chilling their feet and hooves. It also added to the mystical feel of the place. Dropping her armor to the ground near the altar - she hadn't bothered to put it on again - she operated the ancient mechanism. The arches slid apart without a sound, and she gestured for Gabriel to get in between them. Apparently caught up in the atmosphere, he nodded and complied without making any smart-ass remarks. With a grunt, he dropped down on the side and rolled over, to be stopped by the half arches. Before he could loose his balance and roll back down, Anitra quickly pushed the remaining half-arches into place, stabilizing him. His legs punched holes in the air for a few seconds, while he adapted to the unnatural position. Then, he relaxed, folded his legs in, and rested his head on the ground.

Grinning down at him, Anitra crawled on top of him, noticing that his cock was only about halfway out of his sheath. Sitting on his abdomen, she started gently rubbing his sheath and balls. As more and more shaft slid out into the cool night air, she also rubbed that. A few minutes later, his cock was fully erect, and every bit as hard as earlier. Patting it familiarly, she jumped off him again, and went over to Malchiah. "How are you holding out?" she asked, and then dived down under him before he could answer. His cock, she found, was all the way out of the sheath, but hanging straight down, nearly to the ground. As she rubbed it, she could feel that the cum and lovejuice, that had covered it after their recent session still hadn't dried completely. Licking her lips eagerly, she dived down and started sucking eagerly on the soft tip. Malchiah nearly jumped three feet straight up at the sensation. He'd never even heard of a blowjob before, and it actually took him several seconds to figure out what she was doing. It didn't take him long to realize that he was enjoying it, though.

Sucking hard on the head, enjoying the musky taste, she reached up and squeezed his balls gently. Unable to ignore this treatment, his cock gradually hardened, and rose towards his underbelly - carrying her head with it. Finally, it stood as hard and straight as a steel rod, and Anitra released it from the heavenly warmth of her mouth, regretting that she didn't have enough time to give him a proper blowjob. The faint taste of horse cum that she had sucked off the head had given her an urging for more, but alas, she had more important things to do than pleasing her palate. She did, however, take the time to lick all the way up and down the monolithic shaft - after all, unicorns didn't self-lubricate, and he was about to go into her asshole. Finally, as his entire huge cock was dripping with saliva, she got out from under him and walked to wards the altar. The ritual could begin.

Climbing on top of Gabriel, she stood straight up on his belly, and lifted his cock to a vertical position. He whinnied somewhat at the decidedly unpleasant sensation, but with his balls aching for release, he didn't complain too much. With his cock now sticking straight up like a flagpole, she position herself over it, and started sinking down carefully. It was, logistically, quite a difficult maneuver, since the rigid shaft pulled down towards his belly, while her birth canal actually curved inwards as it progressed towards her womb. Anitra silently cursed the fact that unicorns, unlike dragons, didn't have a flexible hinge at the bottom of their cocks... those made everything so much easier.

Finally, she got the stiff cock around the bend in her cunt, and with a moan she dropped to her knees, impaling herself fully. Her hairless pussy just barely grazed Gabriel's rough hide, and her legs were spread around his belly. It was actually a lot like the way a rider usually sat, just on the wrong side of the horse. To Gabriel's relief, she then followed the inclination of his hard cock and bend forwards, easing the pain he'd been experiencing at the base so far. Resting her head between his forelegs, she then looked back over her shoulder and winked at Malchiah. "Your turn, Messenger of the Sun..." Reaching back, she used both hands to pull her buns apart, revealing the tiny, brown hole that was nested between them. Malchiah looked at it in amazement, refusing to believe that it should be physically possible for a unicorn cock to get in there. "Don't worry, Malchiah..." Anitra said seductively, answering his unspoken concerns. "You should know by now that not everything is what it seems. Just try it, I guarantee you'll like it."

With a mental shrug, he stepped forwards and mounted her. The arches that supported his friend was so cleverly spaced that it just fitted with him resting his front legs on one pair, which was a colossal relief for Gabriel who didn't much want the weight of his friend resting on any part of his anatomy. There even were hoof-shaped groves in the top of the arches, insuring that he wouldn't slip off when he started moving... basically, the whole orgy fit together as neatly as a jigsaw puzzle. While his hoofs found their designated places, his dick was searching for its own... but not for long. Anitra's parted buttcheeks acted like a funnel, and led his cockhead directly to her asshole. His equine face took on an expression of mixed pleasure and surprise as he felt the tiny hole expand enormously to take in his cockhead, and then clamped down on the shaft just behind it.

Anitra's face was also contracting in pleasure. It wasn't the first time she'd been sandwiched - that honor went to the rapist brothers, although they didn't live long enough to enjoy it - but with a horse-cock in either hole, it was by far the widest she'd been stretched at once. The brothers had been huge by human standards, but the two unicorns beat them without even trying. As Malchiah forged a path into her insides, she felt her innards rearranging themselves, much like they did whenever she was having sex with Blake, and she wondered how any ordinary human could have ever survived this. Most likely, it would be a matter of just barely surviving the session, and then being healed by unicorn magic... but she was far from an ordinary human, and even without the extra boost of power she got whenever Blake's cock entered her, she could handle these two unicorns.

That's not to say it didn't hurt. Her widely-stretched asshole hurt, obviously, but more surprising was the pain she felt in her insides. Apparently, it was the tissue between her ass and cunt that was the source - it was quite literally being squeezed flat, and protested mightily. But her time with Blake had taught her to ignore sexually related pains, and indeed glean some measure of pleasure from them. Also, Malchiah was being quite gentle, pushing his cock slowly into her, and taking care not to hurt her. All in all, it took several minutes of continuous penetration before his balls finally bounced off her buttocks. That, she realized, was the most cockmeat she'd ever had inside of her at any single time. By then, Malchiah was in the seventh heaven just from the pressure that surrounded his shaft, squeezing it from all sides. He took a breather, giving Anitra time to adjust to his size, and then he started moving.

As soon as he began to pull back, Anitra realized that the position they'd taken was even smarter than she'd first perceived. The friction between Malchiah's cock and her ass was huge, and she was pulled back along with it, her pelvis pushing hard against the base of Gabriel's cock. So of course, when he thrust forwards again, she was pushed forwards on Gabriel's shaft, and when Malchiah pulled back again, she was pulled back onto Gabriel's cock. Thus, as Malchiah speeded up, she slid back and forth on Gabriel's belly, effectively being double-fucked although only one of her lovers were moving. Adding her own contribution to the festivities, she began to work her skilled cuntal muscles around Gabriel's cock. Malchiah, she figured, didn't really need any assistance, and besides her ass was so full that she'd be hard pressed to flex those muscles more than a millimeter. Her pussy, however, had been accustomed to the size of a unicorn cock during the Rite of Passage, and with a bit of concentration she could send a wave of contractions through her entire length of her cunt, actually milking Gabriel.

His reaction was impressive. Not only did his eyes roll back in his head, he actually started foaming about the mouth while his legs kicked spastically against Malchiah's underside. He hardly noticed it, however, so intent was he on the pleasure he was receiving from his cock. When he'd fucked her cunt, he'd felt pleasure like never before, but now he was reaching a new peak. The heat, the friction, the tightness, the humidity... it beat his first lay in every category. If it wasn't for the fact that he'd cum less than half an hour ago, he'd have blown his wad already. Regardless, he was working his way up to another climax, and his fist-sized balls were already sloshing with thick sperm, ready to fire.

Instinctively, Anitra knew this, and desiring a simultaneous orgasm, she redouble her efforts on Gabriel's cock. She'd already cum several times herself, but she could feel a truly shattering climax approaching as well, and she knew that is she could only make the two unicorns cum at the same time, she'd be reaching a level of pleasure she otherwise only experienced with Blake. As she felt Malchiah begin to throb within her, a clear sign that his climax was imminent, she contracted every muscle in her cunt all at once, closing it around Gabriel's cock like a vise. With a surprised whinny, he started cumming, actually blasting his first wad of jism into her womb half a second before Malchiah creamed her ass. It was close enough together, though, for Anitra to plunge headfirst into a nova-like orgasm. Before conscious thought seized altogether, she dimly realized that she'd been reaching new peaks of pleasure pretty much every other week, so far. That, coupled with the fact that she was likely to live for several hundred years, boded well for the future.

Orgasmic pleasure exploding through her mind, Anitra actually passed out from the intensity of it... for about five seconds. Then, as the cumload in her ass was attacked by her voracious metabolism, her eyes sprang open. Vitality coursed through her veins, almost as if she'd consumed some sort of Elixir of Life. Apparently, black unicorns still held some of the legendary lifeforce of the white unicorns... and now she did, too. All traces of exhaustion had been washed from her body, and the twinges of pain she'd felt in her stretched anus were gone too. As always, the Quickening made her feel in tip-top shape, and with the added boost of vitality that was the aspect of the unicorn, she felt ready to take on the world.

Malchiah and Gabriel, however, were utterly exhausted. Malchiah was still breathing hard as he began to walk backwards, pulling his softening dick out of her ass. It was just barely that he could keep his legs from collapsing under him, which would definitely inconvenience both Gabriel and Anitra. Finally, with a tired snort, he jumped off of the granite arches that had supported his weight during the rite. His cockhead popped out of Anitra's ass with the characteristic >plop<, but somehow the sound didn't seem quite as wet and slimy as it had before. As he back further away he saw why. Anitra's asshole was still in the process of closing after he'd vacated it, but despite the fact that he could see several inches into her body, he saw no traces of sperm anywhere. When he'd screwed her pussy, his cock had been pursued by a veritable flood of cum when he pulled it out - this time there wasn't a drop. Shaking his head, he catalogued it in his head along with the many other things he'd seen, but not understood.

Another page was added to that when Anitra pulled herself off of Gabriel's cock - the sperm flowing from her cunt pretty much coated his entire pelvis, Malchiah noted - and jumped down to the ground, fresh as a fish. Noticing his amazed stare, she winked at him before turning to pull out the two granite arches, allowing Gabriel to roll back to his feet. Like Malchiah, he stood somewhat shakingly, and regarded the well-rested Anitra with disbelief. Finally finding his tongue, Malchiah spoke. "So, now you are supposedly a High Priestess... how's it feel?" Anitra shrugged. When she'd gone through the Rite of Passage, she'd felt a warm glow that seemed to indicate that she'd been recognized by the ancient magic of the altar - but if there'd been one this time, it had been drowned out in the ecstasy of the Quickening. "Not very different. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a unicorn to kill." She pulled a handful of soft spring grass out of the ground, and proceeded to clean up her cum-splattered crotch area, mainly her pussy and inner thighs, which were coated in a thick layer of Gabriel's sperm. Having done that, she pulled on her armor, did a few stretches to work out all the kinks in her muscle, and turned to the two exhausted unicorns. "So, lead the way to the Holy Grounds, would you? And please move it, I don't have all night." The two of them looked at each other, shrugged in unison, and turned to shamble tiredly into the forest with Anitra close behind.

As soon as Anitra saw the unicorn Holy Ground, she knew that there was very, very strong magic at play there. It was a huge clearing, more than big enough for Blake to land in it. An illusion obviously made the clearing invisible from above, but dragon eyes could usually see through such thing. Yet, this ancient magic had shielded the clearing from Blake's eyes... the unicorns who had wrought this place originally had been powerful indeed. Her two guides had stopped as soon as the clearing had come into view, looking nervously around the large clearing, obviously afraid of the unicorn warlock that haunted the grounds. Looking over her shoulder at them, she spoke bluntly. "All right, you can go now. I don't much like having an audience when I'm fighting. Go back to the altar we just left, I'll meet you there after I've defeated this Lucifan character..." Malchiah seemed on the verge of protesting, but then shook his head and walked back into the forest. Gabriel shrugged and followed him, taking the time to mumble a "Good luck..." over his shoulder before disappearing behind the foliage.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the clearing and looked around. All around the edge of the clearing, large granite monoliths stood guard, undecipherable glyphs covering every surface. This was, presumably, the 'circle of stones' that the unicorns had spoken of. Apart from the stones, the only feature of the clearing was the altar that stood in the middle. It was rather more primitive than the ones she'd visited during the day... a roughly circular slab of stone placed on top of four smaller rocks, forming a simple table. Yet, the ancient magic that radiated from it belied its primitive appearance. The ground seemed to slope towards the edges of the clearing, meaning that the rock table stood at the highest point of the clearing, and at the exact center - very symbolical.

The moon was just reaching its apex, shining directly over her head. The air was thick with ancient power. It seemed that she could almost hear the chanting of the unicorn fertility cult that would have filled the clearing on a night like this, hundreds of years ago... Shaking herself out of the reverie, she started to look around for the unicorn she was supposed to fight. He was nowhere in sight, and considering how bare the clearing was, the only place he could be hiding was on the other side of the altar. Eyes flickering from side to side, wary of a surprise attack, she started walking towards the Great Altar. As she got closer, the fog that had appeared just before she started her Rite of Ascension grew thicker, covering the clearing in an ankle-high layer, making it look like she was walking on clouds. Only the hillock where the altar stood was untouched by the fog. The sense of mystery and magic grew progressively thicker in the air.

Then, almost without warning, he attacked. She heard a 'swish' of wet grass being parted by something, and reacted with an instinctive dive. It's the kind of thing that looks absolutely ridiculous when it's only a field mouse, but in this particular case it probably saved her life. A spiraled horn pierced the air where she'd just been standing, and a massive body followed it. Rolling around and pulling her sword from its sheath, Anitra got to her feet with her face towards her stealthy attacker and her faithful BlackFire stretched out before her. Facing her was a huge unicorn. Under the full moon, his hide seemed to be made of liquid silver. Small clouds stood from his nostrils as he breathed, and there was murder in his eyes. For the first time, she fully realized that Gabriel and Malchiah had been adolescents... and this was the real thing. The size of a draft horse, with the bulging muscle of a knight's war-stallion. Added to that was his fearsome horn, capable of piercing her magic armor, and the dark magicks of a warlock. This would, without doubt, be her most difficult battle ever.

For now, however, he seemed to be keeping his magical powers in reserve. Small clouds of steam rose from his nostrils as he stood there, calmly waiting for her to attack. Not one to pass up such an invitation, she narrowed her eyes and took aim for his throat. It was his most obvious weak-point, considering that his jugular was almost a foot long... Leaping forwards, she swung her sword in a broad arc, designed to terminate in Lucifan's throat. With an almost disdainful expression, he pulled his head slightly back, causing her sword to miss by a hair. As she struggled to regain her balance after the miss, he quickly ducked his head and stabbed his horn at her chest. Only her draconic reflexes saved her. She fell to one knee in the wet grass, causing the horn to spear through her billowing hair, rather than her vital organs. Up again in a flash, she jumped back to consider her next move. She was feeling her lack of experience quite keenly now... somehow, she'd thought that with inhuman strength and some superb equipment, she was unstoppable. That, however, was obviously not the case. This unicorn was, most likely, several hundred years old, and he had fought humans many times before. He was stronger and faster than she was, and his horn was fully capable of piercing her armor... and as long as she couldn't hit him, it didn't matter how powerful her sword was.

Her only real advantage, she realized, was that Lucifan was likely to severely underestimate her. While he might be bigger and stronger than her, she was definitely stronger than he though she was. With a carefully feigned expression of fear, she started backing away from the large unicorn stallion, deliberately gripping the hilt of her sword so hard that her knuckles turned white, and the blade began to wobble. As she'd hoped, Lucifan noticed it all with a cruel sneer, and apparently decided to finish off this foolish human who has so carelessly stepped into his prison. With a loud whinny, he reared and pawed in the air with his hooves, in a maneuver obviously meant to frighten her further...playing her game for all she was worth, she stopped her retreat and pretended to be frozen in fear. As soon as Lucifan's front hooves touched the ground, he rushed forwards in a thunderous charge, his horn ranging out in front of him like a knight's lance.

As he reached her, he pulled his head quickly to the side, batting aside her sword, and then reared again, intending to crush her skull with his hooves. But his hooves hit nothing but air. As soon as his horn had touched her sword, she'd miraculously recovered from her fit of panic, and rolled along with the hit, coming to her feet beside him: With his front legs in the air, he was severely out of balance. Not wanting to press her luck, however, Anitra performed a rapid upward slash, figuring that she was bound to hit some organs. But with an agility one would not have expected from someone as big as him, Lucifan managed to throw all his weight to the side, changing his rear into an awkward sort of roll. His legs pawed comically in the air for a few moments, but before Anitra could press her attack, he was back on his feet, looking positively enraged. He had narrowly avoided getting his innards spilled out on the ground, but he had not avoided her sword altogether. A blood-red cut was visible on his otherwise white side, but with a sinking heart Anitra realized that it was little more than a flesh wound - and, worse yet, the cut had convinced Lucifan that she was more dangerous than she appeared.

Taking a few steps backwards, the unicorn clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes. Expecting another attack, Anitra crouched low with her sword on the ready. But then, as his eyes began to glow a sooty red, and sparks started running up and down his horn, she realized that while he'd probably attack her, it wouldn't be physically. Apparently, it was time to see if draconic anti-magic could stand up to the sorcery of a unicorn warlock.

Without further warning, a lightning bolt flew from the tip of Lucifan's horn, and struck her dead in the chest. It felt like a heavy punch, and caused her to stagger a bit. But that was it. Recovering quickly, she started grimly walking towards the surprised unicorn. Gritting his teeth, he lowered his head and started firing lightning bolts in quick succession. But this time, Anitra was ready. Swinging her sword with blinding speed, she batted aside the thunderbolts, sending them flying in all directions. Those that she couldn't reach with a her sword, she blocked with her bracers, and the few that got past her defenses sizzled out harmlessly as they hit her dragonscale armor. As a deflected bolt hit the ground in front of Lucifan, scorching the wet grass, he backed away and stopped shooting. "I... inconceivable!" he stammered, shaking his head to clear it. It was the first word he'd uttered, and in Anitra's opinion, he couldn't have made a better choice.

Her purposeful walk had brought her close enough to the evil unicorn to merit a charge, but before she could do so, he beat her to it. Recovering from his surprise, he once again lowered his head, and rushed towards her. Anitra went into a defensive position, and narrowed her eyes. If she timed it just right, she could dodge his attack, and slice him open as he rushed by. However, a split second before she was about to leap to the side, Lucifan changed the mode of his attack. Raising his head again, he flexed his powerful hind legs, and leaped straight at her head. Taken by surprise, Anitra was forced to pretty much just drop down, narrowly avoiding those rock-hard hooves. As the entire half-ton beast passed over her head, the idea of thrusting her sword up into his belly appeared, a bit too late... once again cursing her own lack of experience, she scrambled back to her feet and turned to face Lucifan again.

He hadn't stopped his charge right behind her, though. Rather, he'd continued galloping for a while, putting some distance between them. Then, he turned around, and she saw that the sooty glow of his eyes had intensified. The dark red had become bright red, shining with malice. It seemed almost as if flames were licking his brow... also, the sparks that had been running up and down his horn before, was now a continuous current. He was obviously preparing for a major spell... confident that she could handle whatever he threw at her, she began her menacing approach again, hoping to psyche him out.

The, with a loud whinny, he reared. Bracing herself for the attack, Anitra lifted her sword up in front of her. But the magic wasn't aimed at her. Thunderbolts flew in all directions from Lucifan's horn, hitting the ground in several places. However, rather than being just a short flash of energy, these bolts were continuous. A loud 'zzZZzzZZzzZZzz' sound filled the clearing, along with the smell of ozone. Lucifan stayed balancing on his hind legs for several long seconds, and when he came down, the impact of his hooves shook the ground. And then _they_started to appear.

All over the clearing they rose. Horses. Some were bare skeletons, but some still had rotten meat clinging to their bones. Each of them had a long, spiraling horn in its forehead. Unicorn skeletons. Unicorn zombies. And quite a few of them, too. Presumably, it were the unicorns that had been killed during Lucifan's betrayal, as well as his adherents, who had been slaughtered by their own leader. At the moments, there was no way of telling the difference. Not that it mattered. What mattered was that she'd just become badly outnumbered. Lucifan stepped backwards with an evil smile on his equine lips, and watched with satisfaction how the reanimated unicorns closed in on Anitra.

Grimly assessing the strength of her opponents, Anitra readied her sword and tried to remember everything her mother had ever told her about the undead. Her mother had probably never met undead unicorns, but it was the only info she had. "The main weakness of the lower-class undead - such as zombies and animated skeletons - is that they're slow and dumb," her mother had told her once. "What makes them dangerous is that they're tough to kill, and usually quite numerous. Against skeletons, blunt weapons are the best, but against zombies, edged weapons are better. However, there are two things that are effective against all kinds of undead - even the high-class ones. Holy powers, of course, and fire. I don't much like magic, but I'll have to admit, there's nothing like a good fireball when it comes to destroying undeads..."

The slow part was right, that much was for certain. Rather than galloping towards her, the unicorns were ambling forwards, seemingly needing all their strength to lift a single hoof. That gave her a few precious seconds to consider the situation. Her best chance probably lay in the special properties of the BlackFire - it's ability to catch on flame at her command. But the time in which the sword could keep up the flame was measured in seconds - she'd have maybe 30 seconds at best. And there were around 15 undead unicorns closing in on her. That was an absolute max of 2 seconds per enemy - and that would be quite a task, even for an experienced hero. Which she wasn't.

Gritting her teeth, she tightened her grip around the hilt of her sword and tensed her muscles. She was like a coiled spring, filled with pent-up force, ready to be unleashed when one of her foes stepped into her reach. Then, one of them did. It was a zombie, rather than a skeleton, which meant that rotten flesh still clinged loosely to his bones. With a sound somewhere between a whinny and a moan, he stumbled one more step towards her, and stabbed his bone-white horn at her chest. Then, the spring was released. One second, he was an undead unicorn, and the next, her was a bonfire. Anitra had triggered her sword, dodged to the side, and sliced deeply into the dead flesh of the equine ghoul, all in one movement. The unnatural fire of her blade caught hold immediately, and spread to cover the entire creature within a split second. It whinnied in an impossibly high-pitched voice, wavered for a moment, and then toppled over on the side, where it continued to burn merrily. But at that point, she was already carving through the third enemy.

Her fiery blade, she found, was even more effective than she'd thought. Even a small cut from it engulfed the undead terrors in flames, defeating them instantly. And their rather sluggish attacks were no match for her razor-sharp reflexes, especially not with the adrenaline running thick in her veins. Still, as the reanimated corpses started closing in on her, the sheer number of horns and hooves thrusting and flailing insured that she took a glancing hit on occasion. But the Quickening she had received from Malchiah was still in effect, and with her vitality thus supernaturally boosted, those wounds healed almost as soon as she got them. Thus she danced, with a tongue of flame in her hands, invincible and unstoppable. And the terrifying undead fell as wheat before the scythe.

Then, even as it had done when the battle started, three things happened at once. Anitra buried her blade in the chest of the last unicorn zombie, and watched in satisfaction as he was wreathed in all-consuming flames. But even as the charred meat fell away from her sword, the fire that had burned so brightly on the black steel, died. And then, even as she realized that she had actually managed to defeat a host of undead unicorn in 30 seconds, a crushing force hit her in the back. The blow was so strong that it lifted her off the ground and send her flying through the clearing... but not very far. As she rushed through the ashen remains of the last zombie, she saw that overgrown granite table that the unicorns called the Great Altar, approaching her at an unseemly speed. It hit her square in the guts, sending all the air whooshing from her lungs, and her sword flying from her hand.

Spots appearing in front of her eyes, she lay with her upper body on the altar, trying desperately to get her breath. Her breathing was labored, but she could feel that her tight-fitting armor had, at least, kept her from breaking any ribs. Then, even as her reeling mind caught up with the events, she felt something very pointy touch the nape of her neck. "Quite an impressive display..." a chill voice said behind her. "You're not the first human adventurer I've met, you know, but I don't think any of the others put up quite so staggering a performance. Still, not quite good enough." Still somewhat confused, Anitra tried hard to come up with a clever answer for that line. She was unarmed, and had his horn poised at her neck. Combat-wise, she had been soundly defeated. But while she could not fight, she could still talk... it was time to pull her last ace out of the sleeve, and hope that he didn't call her bluff.

"Guess not..." she answered in a regretful tone. "I'm not really that disappointed in myself, though. I performed better than ever before. I don't suppose you'd let me try again?" The last part was added in a humorous voice. "Not very likely..." he laughed cruelly, and pushed his horn down at her neck a little harder. "Oh well, didn't think so. Well, you could at least grant me a last request..." She knew she had him, already. The only possible reason why he hadn't already killed her was that he was lonely. He'd been caught in this place for years, and he obviously missed someone to talk to. And that was all she needed - a chance to say her piece. "I've heard about that human custom..." he answered quizzically, "but I've never been able to see the point." "Don't say no till you've heard the question." She said gently, and reached up behind herself, gripped the horn, and lifted it away from her neck. This surprised Lucifan enough for her to turn around and face him, before he could spike her again. "Relax, would you?" she said with a lifted eyebrow. "I've got no sword. What am I supposed to do, punch you to death? Just calm down and let me speak."

Lucifan was so surprised at the apparent fearlessness of the female adventurer he had just defeated that he lifted his head to get a better look at her. Which was exactly what she'd hoped. Without changing anything specific, she put on her sexiest look. Sitting on the edge of the altar, she leaned back to make her large, round tits even more apparent, while at the same time spreading her legs slightly to clearly show just how little skin her panties covered. "You must get frightfully lonely here..." she said, her voice dipped in honey. "All alone, with no girl-unicorns to keep you company... and it just so happens that I'm ever so lonely myself." Blinking his eyes in confusion, Lucifan shook his head rapidly to clear it, and asked in an incredulous tone. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" He was still standing over her, his head conveniently close, so she gave him the most seductive smile in her repertoire, and reached up to run one palm caressingly over his nose. He jumped slightly.

"I think so, my dear... you're going to kill me, and I suppose there's no help for that, but before I die, I would know pleasure one last time. That is my last request." There, she'd put her hand on the table, and now all there was left was to see his hand. Her major advantage was that he didn't know how high the stakes was... she could almost see the struggle that was happening in his head. The semi-paranoid suspiciousness that all truly amoral people seemed to have, fought with a rampant horniness borne out of several years in isolation. She knew which one would win, if it stayed a duel, but if a true revulsion at the thought of having sex with a human joined his suspiciousness, the outcome was a lot less certain.

Regardless of whether he liked human girls, or his horniness simply was strong enough to overcome his reservations, the outcome was a victory for her. His eyes narrowed as he appraised her sleek body, and finally, with a snort, he spoke. "Take off your armor." Acting quickly, to ensure that he wouldn't have the time to change his mind, she pulled off her breastplate, letting her full, round breasts into the open, and removed the back of her armor as well. Then, she laid back on the cold stone of the Great Altar, lifted her legs high in the air, and pulled her panties upwards. Finally, she kicked the off and spread her legs again, giving Lucifan a prime view of her hairless cunt. Her smile was still sweetly inviting, and her eyes bore into his, filled with the promise of pleasure.

She found that, while she was essentially luring him into a lethal trap, she was genuinely enjoying the power she wielded over males, of whatever specie. They all lusted for her, and thus she could guide them around by their noses... or perhaps a more sensitive part of their anatomy. Her eyes left his face, and strayed down between his legs, where his cock was just emerging from its protective sheath. It was fully in proportion with the rest of his body, and while his length didn't seem quite so impressive as Malchiah's, it was even thicker. Usually, a thick cock would be called 'fat', but this one wasn't. It was muscular. From her experience so far, it seemed that horse-cocks customarily emerged soft, hanging straight down, and then hardened and rose towards the belly. This one was obviously hard as steel from the moment the flat, sloped head begun to slide out into the night air. Eyes shifting from the thick rod to his incredibly muscular haunches, she started wondering if she really knew what she'd just invited.

Dismissing all her doubts, she reached down and spread her nether lips with two fingers, in as obvious an invitation as possible. With a bull-like snort, the huge stallion leaped forwards, his front hooves hitting the granite on both sides of her, showering her head with sparks. Craning her neck, she could see his cock dangling loosely, right in front of her cuntal opening. It was a new position for her, at least with an equine lover. The huge stallion braced himself for the first thrust, and she did the same. Her pussy had been strained less than half an hour earlier, but the amazing elasticity that had allowed her to easily accept Gabriel's sizable shaft, also insured that she'd already regained her customary tightness. It wouldn't be an easy entry.

Lucifan, of course, didn't care. With a horny-sounding snort, he thrust forward, barely giving her enough time to get her hand out of the way. Her blood-filled pussylips parted before his onslaught, and the deeper parts of her cunt soon followed, as the huge cock continued to drill into her. Her pussy was dripping wet, but some friction remained, and that's what slowed him down at last. His first thrust had sent a full foot of muscular horse-cock into her, giving her once again that delightful feeling of fullness. He didn't wait to give her the time to adjust to his immense size, though, but rather pulled half of it out again, and thrust forwards with every bit as much force as before. His hugely muscular hindquarters applied a crushing force to his iron-hard shaft, carrying it in to the root, this time. On the way, his cockhead burst through the tight opening of her womb, settling in her most personal space.

Her pussy was adjusting to the pressure excellently, but two points were giving her trouble. The cunt-hole itself, which was stretched around the broadest part of Lucifan's rampaging cock, and the mouth of her womb, which had been forced open with shocking brutality. Lucifan was obviously bent entirely on his own enjoyment, uncaring for what damage he was causing her - not that it surprised her. Of course, she wasn't really being hurt - a bit of pain, that was all, but if she'd been an ordinary woman, she'd have been practically torn apart. And that thought gave her another good reason to hate this warlock-unicorn. A fierce smile playing across her lips, she started to get into the act. She enjoyed a good fucking, and besides, the faster he came, the better.

She lifted her legs to hug his hindquarters, her feet resting neatly on top of the bulging muscle of his haunches. Her arms, she ran caressingly up his forelegs, with her hands rubbing his chest enticingly. It was about the closest thing to a loving embrace she could manage with her much larger partner. Lucifan started, having expected the woman to scream in pain as his size tore her open, but as she started flexing her cuntal muscle around his cock, his desire overrode all conscious thought. Anitra saw this, and her smile widened. Thanks to her rather extensive training with Gabriel and Malchiah, her pussy muscles had been trained to the point where she could easily work them around even so huge a cock as Lucifan's. The unicorn stallion was reacting to her stimulation, pounding her womb with short, hard thrusts.

With the incredibly wide base of Lucifan's cock moving rapidly in and out, the friction rose enough to pull her clit down into contact with the shaft. With pleasure radiating from her cunt, the added stimulation of her clit send Anitra trembling into a climax that seemed to be renewed every time Lucifan thrust in again. Her mind exploding in multicolored sparks, she nonetheless maintained enough consciousness to feel the huge cock pulsing within her, a clear signal that he, too, would be cumming soon. As he increased the length of his thrusts, while keeping the speed as high as ever, her orgasm intensified, but a small part of her mind stayed aloft of it. Aloft enough, anyway, to worry. She wasn't really certain that the Rite of Ascension had actually worked, and if it hadn't, she wouldn't be able to release the energy that their coupling would instill into the ancient altar - and then, Lucifan would kill her. But, of course, it was far too late for such concerns. Discarding her worries, she allowed her mind to plunge deeper into the sea of pleasure that washed over her.

Finally pushed beyond endurance by the soft, warm tightness of Anitra's practiced pussy, Lucifan once again buried himself fully within her, and started cumming. Her womb was filled to overflowing after the first few jets of thick sperm, and soon it was running in rivulets down from her pussy. Where it touched the ancient altar, the granite began to glow faintly, but he didn't notice. Chest heaving, he fought to regain his breath after the exhausting ride, his eyes closing to protect themselves from the sweat that ran freely from his brow. Thus he did not see how the glow that was evoked by the touch of their mingled juices began to spread, covering the entire altar. Anitra, more experienced in dealing with powerful orgasms than him, was faster to recover, and it didn't take her long to realize that her plan had succeeded - so far. Then, as the glow intensified, she began to feel it, rather than just seeing it. The Great Altar was roaring with pent-up sexual energy now, just waiting for someone to release it. And she knew, now, that she was that someone. The Rite of Ascension had been a success, and she felt the power of the Altar as keenly within her as below her.

As Lucifan opened his eyes again, having regained his breath, he was very surprised to see the granite table beneath him glowing a bright blue. His eyes shifted to the face of the woman who had just given him such pleasure. Her eyes were glowing in exactly the same shade of blue as the altar, and a luscious smile still adorned her face. He was not old enough to have been around when the fertility cult had been in function, but he'd heard stories... and all of those suddenly flashed through his mind. His eyes opened wide in recognition, but it was, of course, too late. Having realized her power as a High Priestess, Anitra released that power directly into Lucifan's muscular chest. He was lifted off her, his softening cock torn swiftly from the clutching embrace of her cunt, and landed on the grass several yards away. The impact with the ground broke both of his hind legs, snapping them like twigs. He whinnied, a sound filled with fear and pain, but it availed him little.

Anitra was standing on top of the altar now, rivulets of cum still running down her inner thighs, and the blue glow of the altar now covered her entire body. She raised one hand, pointing it at him, and once again the lusty smile that had been his undoing played across her lips. Then, a bolt of lightning flew from her finger, and tore into his flesh, searing it. His blood and internal juices were instantly heated to the boiling point, and the rapidly building pressure caused him to literally explode, covering the clearing with chucks of well-done unicorn meat. His head was thrown clear of the rest, and landed with a heavy thud, right in front of the alter, its empty eyes still staring at his victorious opponent.

It didn't take Anitra very long to gather up her armor, retrieve her sword, and cut the horn from Lucifan's head. Juggling it as she walked, she whistled a merry little tune and set the course for the Altar of Ascension, where Malchiah and Gabriel had promised to wait for her. When she got there, they had actually already given up on her, and were about to leave. "You made it?!?" Malchiah said incredulously, staring at the spiraled horn in her hand. "We heard an explosion, and a sort of tearing, splotching sound, so we figured that Lucifan had probably blown you apart..." Winking at him, Anitra assumed a haughty expression. "You should have more faith in your High Priestess, cretin. The power of the Great Altar cannot be defeated. Lucifan the Apostate is no more, and the Holy Grounds are clean again..." she dropped the facade and laughed openly. "Well, it will be clean just as soon as the rain has washed the bits and pieces of ol' Lucifan away... really messy guy, that one - he's all over the clearing now."

She patted Malchiah lovingly on the nose, and started walking back through the forest, in the approximate direction of the village where she'd left Blake. "Oh, and don't forget to tell Silver Fang to let me through, ok? I'd be rather annoyed if I found that he'd not been informed of recent events when I reach him." she said, speaking over her shoulder. Gabriel nodded dumbly as he watched her disappear into the forest, and then turned to address Malchiah. "Some woman, huh? Well, one of us had better run ahead and tell Silver... and the other one gets to inform the Elders that a human adventurer solved our problem." "I don't think she's quite human..." he answered, and then sighed. "I'll tell the council, you go talk to Silver - you're the fastest one of us, anyway." Then he sighed again. "Why so sad?" Gabriel asked. "The Elders might be cross at us for bringing a human into the Holy Grounds, but most of the others won't care - we'll be heroes." Malchiah shrugged. "I dunno. I've just started thinking that... maybe the old cult wasn't such a bad thing after all." Gabriel stared at him in amazement for a few seconds, and then he started laughing.

The End

Next up is Chapter 5 of the DragonRider Chronicles: Arctic Twilight.