Amber
I came close to asking to stay over that night when I met their unicorns.
It was far too soon. I’d never slept with anyone on the first date, or the second.
Their human sides were incredibly sexy and tempting, but the unicorns reached another part of me that I hadn’t even known existed.
I asked to see them partly because it seemed polite.
Their unicorns were part of them, and if they wanted me for their mate, I should greet them.
The pictures on the internet were, first of all, really blurry, and they looked like they were a solid black, but in real life, in the moonlight, that darkness held so many colors.
I could have sat and petted their soft muzzles and stroked their sides all night.
I couldn’t read their minds, exactly, but they were sending waves of emotion washing over me that spoke without words.
I’d never felt so wanted, so cared for. Never met anyone who was so sure I was their everything.
My parents were great, but this was different.
It wasn’t that they were inviting me into their world.
As far as two very special unicorns were concerned, I was already there and just had to recognize the fact.
And then they let me ride them. Something I’d thought only virgins could do—darn fairy-tale legends.
It wasn’t anything I could describe well because you absolutely had to be there to experience it.
And there was no way I’d share this part of these males with any other female.
They weren’t just animals, horses to be ridden by anyone.
Sitting on either of them was a spiritual experience.
Or maybe ecstatic? Or both. And they’d never let anyone ride them before. The unicorns communicated that to me.
It was almost more than a human girl could take in without being overwhelmed.
When we got back to their house and they were in their two-legged forms again, it was almost time for me to go home. I was very tired, but we had not yet had dessert and since Shaman had gone to the trouble to make the cake completely from scratch, how rude would it be to leave it untasted?
After the first slice, I had a second. We chatted some more and they asked if I had any questions about what I’d seen.
I didn’t, right then, but promised to make sure to text if anything came up.
The cake was dark chocolate with ganache filling and dark-chocolate frosting as well.
Incredible. And when I said so, he was so humble and sweet, just happy I’d liked it.
I even carried a piece home with me and had it for breakfast in the morning.
Leaving the mountain paradise was hard, but I had things to do, a job and responsibilities.
I’d always enjoyed my job, but that day, it didn’t take up too much of my mind.
Most of it was in the mountains with two unicorns galloping through the forest with their dark manes and tails blowing in the breeze, carrying me off like a fairy princess in a story.
I really did spend too much time reading.
But since I’d met my unicorns, I hadn’t so much as picked up a novel.
Whenever I had spare moments, I was spending them daydreaming.
What was it like up there in their mountain area all day?
They were not the types to lie around and eat bonbons, and they had mentioned more than once how the people up there helped one another.
How the food we ate had come from those farmers and others.
It was a system a person could dream of.
They didn’t need money, of course, but many in their position wouldn’t care about that.
They’d just goof off or maybe travel the world.
I had a big project to work on, that day, for a doctoral student who had realized at the last moment that they had left out a key research angle and needed some citations they had skipped. It was anything but stimulating, though, and by the time I got home, I was dragging from the boredom.
Until I got the text from Shaman. It was so nice having you here for dinner. Is there any chance you’d come over for a day and a night and experience what it’s like here in this community? If you’re considering being our mate, you might want to know if you enjoy it here.
I was starting to reply when he went on. Not trying to imply anything more than a visit.
They were such gentlemen. What a great idea! When would you like me to come?