Lizbeth's mount galloped along the surf, kicking up sand and saltwater. Waves rolled in from the darkness to crash silently around them. The tangy coast air teased her nostrils. Droplets hung on her bare legs. She clutched the flowing black mane, her eyes large with wonder. She had never been to the sea. This experience was beyond the limits of her imagination.
Moonlight reflected off an ebony horn, protruding straight and proud from his forelock. Night after night, he took her on these rides. They were not alone on their nocturnal adventures. She looked behind them. His herd followed, unicorns of every color paired with women as varied as they were. All the women were naked. Lizbeth was also. She no longer felt shame over her lack of clothing. That had passed months ago. She felt only freedom and a building desire.
She crouched low over his neck, his bulk reassuringly solid, his coat as soft as silk between her naked thighs. His shoulders rubbed against her pussy as he moved, his muscles rippling in a relentless caress. The building up of passion was tantalizingly slow. Each surge forward brushed her clit, stimulating but not satisfying.
She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him against her body. His mane blew across her face. Her nipples tightened in the cool night air. Her pussy was stroked again and again, drawing sweet cream. She throbbed. She ached. She needed more. She was so close.
Her heart jumped in her chest as her unicorn rolled. She was falling, falling, and then she was caught in strong human arms. White teeth flashed in a darkly handsome face. It was her prince. She reached out and touched his rough cheek. He turned his head and bit her palm. She sucked in her breath at the slight pain. He kissed her hard on the mouth, parting her lips, his tongue exploring every inch of her.
He lowered his full weight upon her, her curves flattened against solid muscle. She sank, not into sand, but into a substance as soft as the softest mattress. His chest heaved over top of her, his muscles covered with a layer of moisture. She breathed in the scent of horse and man. He kissed her once more before turning her onto her stomach, drawing her up so her naked ass was in the air.
He widened her stance until her dripping pussy was exposed. Lizbeth looked up, her face hot with both humiliation and excitement. They were not alone. They were never alone. Two arm lengths from her, a bearded man knelt between the open legs of a buxom blonde. More men and women writhed with a drunken passion upon the sand.
He would make her lose control like that. Rough hands stroked down her spine, parting her soft cheeks. A fingertip paused on her asshole, pushing gently against that opening. She sucked in her breath. He wouldn't, not there, would he? He circled once, twice, before continuing, sliding a finger into her wet pussy, testing her readiness.
She was ready, more than ready. Her body pulsed with longing. He leaned forward, his cock probing between her legs, sliding along the wet lips of her pussy. He lowered his chest to her back, reached for her hand, and placed it on his long, hard cock. She held his shaft against her pussy as he moved, his cockhead rubbing against her clit.
She was completely at his mercy, and he rode her hard. His right hand squeezed her full breasts. His left arm was placed like a pillar beside her. His hipbones smacked against her ass. It was rough and savage, and it wasn't enough. She arched, pushing back as he surged forward. She felt his rumble of appreciation.
Others were as enthusiastic. At the edges of her blurred vision, the bearded warrior and the blonde fucked like wild things. His clenched ass pumped, his cock swallowed up by the woman's pink pussy lips. Lizbeth's fingertips covered her prince's shaft, imagining him taking her like that. He was large. He'd fill her, stretch her. She opened her mouth, panting. She was so close, so --
He bit her, hard on the shoulder, and the pain severed her control. Waves of ecstasy rushed up to claim her, dragging her under, until she was drowning in feeling. His rhythm increased, his hips beating a frantic rhythm upon her ass. She pressed his cock against her pussy lips, and his shaft stiffened even more. She didn't hear his roar. She felt it, her skin vibrating from the impact. Hot cum splattered upon her rounded stomach. His breath blew across her bare neck as he softened under her trembling fingers.