The Horny Unicorn

[Isolde]

Isolde swallowed as the light glinted off the steel of the sword pressed to her throat. She dared not move too much or the razor sharp steel would bear her blood upon it's surface.

She had lost and she knew she had lost. In her mind she could not comprehend how he had bested her when no other man had done so but he had. And, according to her own customs, she was his. She could go against tradition and refuse but the barbarian within her would not do it.

Besides, down deep, she did not want to refuse. Never had she had someone so powerful in his fighting as well as spirit pit himself against her. It was almost an aphrodisiac and she found she must calm her breathing from more than just the exertion of the fight.

Nodding her head very carefully, she at last gave into his demand that she yeild.

 

[kitsuke]

Kitsuke

"I am glad, I do see a great future for us Isolde. Before we continue though, do something for me. Do it exactly as I say." He admonished. "Drop the leg I have locked as fast as you can. As you do you will feel the pressure on your other leg lessen. As soon as you can shift it bring that leg across in as swift a kick as possible. Do it as quick as you can!"

He waited for her to comply or not.

 

[Isolde]

Isolde was puzzled but, as the victor, he was intitled to her obedience should he ask for it.

Willing all of her quickness into her locked leg, she speedily dropped it and almost immediately felt the pressure lift from her other thigh. The moment that happened, she put all of her strength and quickness of movement into the kick he had asked of her.

 

[kitsuke]

Kitsuke

Even though he knew it was coming, the sudden shift still unbalanced him. His arms raised a tiny bit as he fell, an instinctual balance reaction that removed the blade from it's location directly next to her throat. Her other leg flashed over and kicked him solidly in the side of the ribcage as his arm went up, causing him to lose his leglock and sprawl on the dirt next to her. A flick of her sword and she could have him sporting a second smile four inches below the first, her blade was so close to him.

He lay there letting her realize the implications, "Never again will you be helpless in that sitaution, fiancee." he said with a small smile.

 

[Guest]

Isolde's eyes flicked from her sword to his exposed throat and her eyes grew wide. She did not move to take advantage of the situation however for her word was her bond and she had given her word to this strange man that lay beside her now.

Instead, her hand loosened from her sword and she rolled over on her back, breathing hard from the battle that they had just been through. It still amazed her that they had been fighting for, how long now, and no blood had been spilt. To her people a bloodless battle was unheard of. In fact, should she tell anyone of what had happened, none would believe her.

She would find out sooner than later how true that was for during the battle and unknown to either combanant they had been watched. Isolde was known around this region as was her brother Thorr and the owner of the eyes had heard Isolde's comments about cheating in battle and Kitsuke not being human.

Word went out to tell Thorr of Isolde's predicament, the story of the battle getting twisted as it traveled by mouth until, finally, a small lad of about twelve came up to Thorr and explained in a breathless voice how Isolde, on her way back to the barbarian lands, had been waylaid by a devil in the disguise of a man who had used his evil powers to trap Thorr's sister and carry her away intending to defile her in the most obscene of fashions. (OOC: You guys are going to have to figure out why you are together at this point or even if you are together.)

In short, it was a story that any barbarian would be quick to believe.

Meanwhile, Isolde was looking up at the sky and realized it was growing dark and camp would be needed soon. Her stomach growled and she knew the battle had increased her appitite. It was good to feel that again after so much inactivity in her life.

She was puzzled though. "So, where do we go from here?," She said as she looked on a future of uncertain,"We cannot go to my home. Every man in my villiage would challenge you to fight and you would quickly become weary of it. There is no way they are going to believe this. Too bad...it would have made a great story!"

 

[Isolde]

stoopid cookies!

 

[kitsuke]

Kitsuke

"Thankfully Isolde, that is something I can help with. I packed food enough for more than myself. We make camp tonight. Tomorrow.. we hunt together. Perhaps travel toward the East. Maybe someday find my home. If you ever want to go home, I would fight any who stood in our path. As for your comments about me being a devil.. I will prove to you that I am indeed a man in it's time." with this last comment he deliberately looked her up and down from head to toe.

"For now though, we need fire and food. In no particular order." he retrieved his equipment and set off for a small copse of trees that looked fairly promising.

 

[Isolde]

Isolde found herself blushing as the gaze of her new intended raked over her body and she realized that her fighting outfit did not exactly hide much of anything. She shook her head and rolled to her feet...pushing the thoughts that flooded her head into the back of her mind.

Moving to her bags, she picked up her dress, looked at it and stuffed it into her bags. Searching for a moment, she pulled out a leather sheath and slid her sword into it, strapping it onto her back before picking up her bags and moving after Kitsuke.

It was then that his comments sunk into her battle weary brain. "Wait a minute!," She said, moving into a jog and coming up beside him,"You mean to tell me that you dont know where your home is? How do you just lose something like your birthplace?"

Then she stopped still as yet another thought struck,"Do all these people in your lost homeland fight like you? If so...I'm not sure its the place for me. I am used to being on the giving end of an ass kicking...not the recieving!"

 

[kitsuke]

Kitsuke

"Not all are trained like I am, no. I was what you call 'Shock Troop'. Trained to make heavy assault. From there I was promoted to special duty. I trained in personal combet then, and several other areas." He trailed off at that. "I was fighting a dark sorcerer and a summoned demon of his pointed a finger at me. Next thing I know, I am three miles outside your Tavern's city."

Kitsuke busied himself making the campsite habitable once they reached the tiny grove, trusting Isolde to know what needed to be done. She was a hardy warrior after all. After some time they had bedding set up, a fire going and dinner was just starting to heat up.

"What about you, Isodle-chan? Why were you running a liquor establishment and not roaming the wildlands of your youth?"

 

[Isolde]

Isolde perked up. A dark sorcerer and demons was something she could understand. A good battle in the making.

Busying herself with the campsite, she was hoping he would talk a bit more about this battle of his but instead he changed the subject and she shrugged.

"Well, Thorr and I are the product of a barbarian father and a mother from a city across the ocean that my homeland had a small skirmish with. My father was in the front of the battle gloriously covered in blood when he spotted my mother who, never having any military training, had nevertheless picked up a sword from one of her fallen townsmen and begin to fight the loosing battle. It was love at first sight and my father challenged her to a fight. The end result being that she was carried back to our villiage and became his wife."

"Well, she was kind of a novelty being from a civilized land and being able to read and all. I guess I took after her and she taught me civilized manners and skills, much to my father's displeasure. However, he could deny my mother nothing and so I was taught both cultures."

"I was picked on when little because of my differences and so became strong in battle. Too strong...no man in my villiage could best me and, unless I wanted to settle for second best, I had to look elsewhere. I didnt find a man..." She paused and cast her eyes downward before correcting herself,"Until now I could not find anyone to best me in battle. Most times I could not find anyone to even try. And, in my searches, I found and became friends with Imoen."

"The pub was her idea, really. She wanted a place to call her own and, together, we got it up and running." A grimace crossed her face,"For the short day it was up and running..."

 

[kitsuke]

Kitsuke

"Ahh, I see. It is much the same with my entire clan. We all pick on each other so we grow up strong for war. My childhood was one long mock battle. Of course, we do not have quite the natural... size that barbarians do. Imoen seemed a good friend and Thorr was cetainly a mighty warrior. I hope they find happiness together." He looked away almost sheepishly then.

"Just as I hope we do..."

 

[Isolde]

Isolde looked at Kitsuke with a stunned expression. She was really having to learn to adapt as his culture was so much different than hers. It would be interesting to see how the union went. Although there was no question that it would last...a barbarian would never desert their true mate found in battle...happiness wasnt something she had thought about. She had supposed it was pretty much automatic.

Imoen and Thorr would be happy because Thorr had finally taken the initiative and run off with her. And the ravishment had gone well simply because Thorr had not come back to the Unicorn wanting Ale...that was always a good sign.

But now, she had been bested by a man whose whole way of life was different than hers. The side of herself that took after her mother said that this bore thinking. What happened after a courtship battle? Well, barbarians didnt have 'nuptuals' as Kitsuke put it. Once the party found each other, they pretty much moved into a place together, declared each other as mates and raised family. She did know about weddings though and was willing to go through one if her intended prefered that way.

Rising from where she had been sitting across from him, she came over to sit closer to him. In fact, so close that her knee touched his when she sat down.

"I suppose there is only one way to find out," She said as she took his face in her hands and placed her lips upon his in a gentle fashion. Somehow she knew that her natural aggressiveness was not called for at this moment.

As she kissed this man that was now her mate...or intended mate, her lips parted and her tongue flicked out to run along his, not intruding but letting him decide what to do next.

 

[kitsuke]

Kitsuke

Her intiative put him off balance... but that only lasted until her tongue touched his lips. Opening his mouth slightly he sucked gently on the tip of her tongue for a moment and then met it with his. Tasting her for the first time now, his cultural inhibitions dropped. He no longer cared that they weren't married, indeed, who was going to be able to marry them in his cultures ways out here? He decided that if she would stay with him it was more than enough.

Leaning into her he put an arm around her, his other hand coming up to stroke the side of her face gently, feeling the countours of her face. Breaking off the kiss he looked into her eyes for several moments, just wondering at the woman he held in his arms. Putting his lips on her again he trailed little kisses over her mouth and face and neck, tasting the salt of her sweat still clinging to her skin.

He looked up, giving her a look that said 'How much do you want?'

 

[Guest]

Her tongue met his eagerly as she begin to exlpore his mouth. Moving against him as his arms circled her, she gladly let him lead. Moaning in protest as he broke the kiss, she found his eyes holding hers, almost as if there was a union in that act itself. She sighed and a smile creased her lips as she gave into the feeling of rightness.

When his lips found and traced along her mouth and neck, shivers went through her and it was the hardest thing in the world for her to pull away. But she knew that he would not be happy simply giving into her culture but that he needed something deeper. Living in civilization had taught her the importance that most held for commitment and, her people's commitment to each other sometimes did not reflect the world's view of commitment. She had been to weddings before and she knew that the one thing they held in common was a symbol of the commitment between the two people.

Standing, she leaned down to brush his lips with hers again before going to her bags and rummaging in them. It was here somewhere for she never went for a long time without it. Ahhh...yes, she had found it.

Moving to sit by him again, she placed a hand upon his cheek while the other clasped what she had brought from her bag.

"I do not know all about your people who are my people now. Your ways are strange to me but I will endevour to learn them as a good wife should. But I do know that most peoples do not view the barbarian way as a true marriage for it has no spoken words except for that in battle and it has no rings except for when one sword connects with another. Yet, for us, that is enough as it is enough for me. You are my mate and your sword has won me as much as your spirit."

"Yet I know for you it may be different. So, I will give you this to seal our marriage on this, our wedding night." Opening her palm, she presented him with a dagger whose hilt was made of gold with an engraving of a roaring dragon whos eyes were rubies set into the hilt. It was more of an ornamental weapon than one useful in battle but it was one that was her father's and another gift from him upon her leaving.

"My father came back from a battle with it when he was quite young and had kept it ever since. It is not much use as a weapon but I hope you like it. I know the tradition is usually rings though I dont know about your land. It is all that I have really that is of any worth."

Waiting for him to take her gift or no, she was the one this time who caught his eyes and held them.

 

[Isolde]

 

[kitsuke]

Kitsuke

Taking the dagger in trembling hands Kitsuke gazed at it for a long moment and reverently lay it next to hs other weapons. He reached for his pack. From inside he pulled out a small silken pouch and opened it. Inside was a small jade pendant on a silvery chain, carved in the likeness of the crescent moon, shimmerring in the darkness of twilight.

"This has been passed down by the women in my family for eighteen generations. It is said that as long we bear it our line shall be unbroken. I wish for you to have it, for I want no other. I feel I must war you though, once you put it no, the clasp will not come undone until your death." he gazed at her intently.

 

[Isolde]

Isolde's eyes widened and she turned around, lifting her long brown hair to allow him to put it on and clasp it around her neck. As the cool metal of the chain moved across her skin, she shivered a bit but not in fear, in anticipation. For now both cultures had been pleased and they could truely become husband and wife.

As his hands left from around her neck, she settled back against him, her fingers playing with the pendant now nestled between her breasts.

"Well, Husband," She said in a low and trembling voice,"Is there any other traditions we must observe before we begin that family you spoke of?"

Turning her head slightly, she begin to plant small kisses along his cheek while awaiting an answer.

 

[kitsuke]

Kitsuke

"Why yes, Isolde-chan, I believe by my cultures custom I am required to pleasure until the sun rises. I could be wrong about the exact time so I will have to make sure it is all the way risen." Kitsuke all but lunged for her and pushed her gently to the ground. His eyes devoured her and he held her shouders to the ground and planted kisses all over her face, neck and the cleavage of her breasts that her "combat outfit" didn't cover. Without missing a beat he reached behind and pulled the laces... and undid the clasps.... and picked the locks???... and hammered out the sautered deadbolt! (barbarian women take their chastity seriously until they are absolutely ready to commit) that held her top on.

Her breasts now released from their confines flattened, but only oh so slightly, and very deliciously... bending his head down he softly kissed and sucked on her nipples and the flesh around them, tracing the underswell of her breasts with one idle finger. As her nipples hardened he sucked harder on them, as if encouraging the growth, nipping them lightly as he suckled on them.

Reaching down between her legs while continued his ministrations he put his hand on her thigh, rubbing gently. Quickly he divested himself of his leggings, sitting next her, his hand working at the edges of the brief garment covering her nether regions....

 

[Isolde]

Isolde's moans were almost a purr of pleasure as Kitsuke begin a ravashing that would have pleased even her father. She gasped at the feel of his mouth upon her soft mounds and she squirmed a bit as her nipples hardened almost to the point where they ached.

Her eyes closed in ecstasy and then flew open as his hand found her thigh. Looking down, she could see that he had removed his leggings and sat naked beside her. The intake of breath was audible as she gazed upon him. She was not nieve...she was the one who had wanted the wenching in the tavern...but she, herself, had never been with a man in that way before. The fact that that was about to change was brought home by the sight of him sitting beside her, his naked form visible in the firelight.

A combination of nervousness and longing went through her and she reached down to run a finger along his stomach and inner thigh unitl she got up enough courage to move her fingers lightly along his shaft. The response from his member having an overwhelming and unexpected reaction in her.

It could have simply been his fingers on her thigh but she could tell that her thong that nestled between her buttcheeks and kept her short skirt from exposing her entirely was becoming increasingly wet. Biting her bottom lip, she just barely kept from crying out as his fingers moved closer to that wetness.

 

[kitsuke]

Kitsuke

Putting his hand up her brief skirt he ran his fingers along the part of the thigh just before the leg joins the body. The sensitive area just where the natural crease in the body occurs. His hand glides a bit upwards and he discovers her wetness seeping through the fabric of her thong. Taking a hold of the band he begins pulling the excitingly brief panties down her long legs and throwing them to far side of the fire. They wouldn't be needing them again tonight. His fingers once again found her slit, toying with it idly. Rubbing up and down, every now and then slipping a finger just between her wet lips.

Kitsuke looked into Isolde's eyes, intently locking gazes with her. Slowly, deliberately, he began pushing two fingers inside her. It was a fairly tight fit, her strong muscles clenched spasmodically as he pushed. It was her wetness that made it possible as his finger sunk finally just past the second knuckle and he started to pump them in and out of her. Leaning forward now he kissed her on the mouth, his tongue snaking between her lips and tasting her again. She began to make little whimpering sounds in the back of her throat and Kitsuke paused for just a moment.... intensely aroused and even a tiny bit amused to hear those tiny noises coming fom her. Finally he kissed a path down her body, giving special attention to her neck, breasts and even dipping his tongue into her to taste the sweat that had pooled there like some erotic oasis. His free hand slid her skirt up over her hips until it was bunched up around her waist.

Removing his fingers from her he deliberately licked them clean, staring up at her again and smiling. Lowering his mouth he kissed her pussy like a long lost lover, just pressing his lips against it at first, revelling in the sensation. Then after a very short time he slid his tongue between the lips and into the treasures within, savoring her sweet flavor directly. As he slowly sped up his attentions he thought he had the situatin well in hand until her hands clamped on the back of his head and she pulled his head more firmly against her, screaming things out in her native tongue with a voice that rang off the nearby mountains.

 

[Isolde]

Isolde's hips came off the ground slightly as his fingers entered her, she could feel herself giving over the the feelings his touch was bringing to her and she begin to hear whimpering and mewling sounds coming from somewhere. With a shock, she reliazed they were coming from her own throat. With another jolt, she realized she didnt care if she was acting like a true warrior or not. All that was important was him, his touch, his smell, the feeling of his hands on her.

She was staring into his eyes, lost in them as her body was lost in the sensations he was arousing in her. And then his eyes no longer held hers but his head moved down to brush her overheated skin with his lips and tongue, her body shaking as she felt the velvety smoothness of them along her skin.

She wiggled with each new feeling of his tongue on her and her body shook as he dipped his tongue into her belly button. She was breathing hard and she could feel the wetness on her thighs as he looked at her and slowly licked her juices from his fingers. The sight of him enjoying her taste making the heat increase between her legs almost uncomfortably.

And then his lips were on her, his tongue lapping at her wetness as her hips shot off of the ground. Never has she experienced such wild sensations. She felt as if electricity had shot through her body and made it come alive and sensitive to every touch of his tongue on her.

Her moaning increased until she could stand the feeling no longer and her hands entwined in his hair to pull him to her. The ony thought in her mind was to ease the fire that had erupted in her loins.

As the fire burst inside her, she found herself yelling to him in her native tongue and she was, later, glad he could not translate it for the words that came from her mouth were not exactly 'civilized'. The only recognizable one was his name which she uttered over and over again.

At that point though, she had more to think about than his reaction to her words as her body begin to spasm and shake and, with a long cry that filled the glade, her body released a flood of wetness to bathe his face and tongue in.

 

[kitsuke]

Kitsuke

As she screamed out loud he latched on to her little nub and sucked on it as a torrent of her juices flooded out over his face. After some time she finally calmed down and stopped screaming and trying to shove his entire head inside her. Looking up at her he licked his lips and knelt between her legs, taking hold of his hard cock and lining it up with her slit. Still parted and slowly leaking her fluids he fed the head inside her and stopped, enjoying the feelingof just the tip being enclosed by her.

He then pushed a bit further in, until the tightness held him in place. Positioning himself he slowly leaned into her until he felt a resistance to his progress. He looked up to see her face twisted in need and lust, tinged by the a slight uncertainty.

"I will love and be with you always, my warrior woman." he said and kissed her softly.

With that he lunged forward inside her, their bodies coming together forcefully as her maidenhead was torn asunder.

 

[Isolde]

The shudderings and spasms of her body seemed to go on forever and she lost track of the world around her. The only thing that was able to penetrate her lust fogged brain was the feel of his tongue as it glidded along her skin.

She was breathing even harder than after the battle when he looked up at her and their eyes locked once again. Instinctively she knew what was next and she begin to tighten up but his words took her by surprise.

"I will love and be with you always, my warrior woman." And then his head bent down to kiss her and, with one motion, he was inside of her.

She had known that the first time was going to be painful but his words rang through her and she found that the pain was quick to fade in light of it.

Increasing the pressure of the kiss, she allowed her arms to encircle his neck as she pulled him into a deeper. slower kiss as her body adjusted to this intruder.

Seeking out and finding his tongue, she let her own run along it, tasting herself on it and then he begin to move in and out of her, her wetness allowing him to move freely without too much pain. In fact, she was increasingly feeling a pleasure building again as he rocked himself in and out of her and soon her hips were thrusting back almost on their own. A low moan escaped her lips and echoed into his mouth as she begin to increase her hip movments to time to his thrusts.

 

[kitsuke]

Kitsuke

Their bodies moved in sync with each other, insticnctually they thrust at each other in a timeless rhythm. Little spams were still happening inside her from her previous orgasm, the convulsions sending delicious shudders through the both of them. He altered his speed from time to time, bringing them both closer together to their peaks slowly. Kissing her desperately now as they moved their bodies in tandem, his hands grabbing her hips to pull himself into her with more force....

"koishii...aman....megami..." he gasped out as they made love, "..ware mune itsudemo iriyou temae..."

Shifting his body upward a few inches, now looking her in the eyes instead of directly at mouth level, he began stroking inside her again. The change causes the shaft of his cock to rub along her clit for the entire thrust in and out of her...

 

[Isolde]

She could feel the fire building again as he moved within her. As her last orgasm died down, she could feel the spasming of her velvet walls grab and hold him within her as they rippled along his hardness acting almost like a silken glove around his shaft.

His lips were more insistant on her own and she returned his kisses just as fervently, her hands running through his hair, entertwining and pulling his head down to her hungry mouth.

He broke the kiss and begin to murmur softly but urgently to her in his own language. Her ears still could not understand the words but her heart needed no translation.

Then, just as Isolde felt that her body had fallen into the rythm with him, he moved to change his pace and angle. With a gasp she felt her clit beginning to be stimulated on every thrust and her body moved beneath his even as he once more caught her gaze and held it.

As her body responded to his, the feelings that she had were mirrored in her eyes and she groaned out her need for him even as she felt her body spasm and shake beneath him.

A high keening begin to come from her throat as the friction on her clit drove her up and over the edge. Crying out in the throes of her pleasure, she found that all she could do was to hold onto him tight as the tremors shuddered through her.

Burying her head in his neck, she bit down upon his shoulder as the pleasure rushed through her and she could feel herself release her juices upon his thrusting manhood. Again and again the wetness coated him and soon the wet slapping of their bodies was audible through their hidden glade.

Her passage sqeezed him tighter as she held on to him. Her body taking him into her and instinctively trying to milk him of the seed that would truly join them and begin their family. She was gasping and moaning into his shoulder and, for the second time in her life, found things totally out of her control. And she also found she liked it very much.

Pressing her mouth to his ear, she whispered in common tongue,"More, my husband, I want more of you. Make me truely yours this night." Before desolving into murmurs of her own tongue as the orgasm waned and another begin to grow in it's place.