Pairing: Arthur's horse/Unicorn
Notes:The prompt was from the kinkme_merlin meme over on LiveJournal. The prompt = Other/Other - Arthur's horse and the unicorn. Frolicking through a field of flowers.
Disclaimer: Based on the tv series, Merlin, by BBC and Shine. No money has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The way her white skin rippled in the morning light, her soft, flowing mane, the supple play of leg and flank and oh he could smell her in the wind, of meadows and the heady aroma of dung and the scent of flowers.
He could hardly breathe, watching her come toward him. Her delicate steps, the way her head bent down to snatch at the tuft of green. Her lips, large and pliant, so flexible as her jaw chewed on the leafy treat. Oh, his heart. He watched as one purple blossom and a long stalk of green grass slowly, slowly disappeared into that delectable mouth and it stirred him as nothing has done before.
Magnificent.
Sending a light snick of sound toward her, letting her know that he was young and available and so very eager to get to know her better, he waited for a toss of her beautiful mane or her long neck bending toward him in submission. Anything to let him know that his love was not in vain.
Instead, she looked at him, dark eyes wary. The point of her perfect horn wavered a bit and he was suddenly afraid that his master's foolishness had ruined his chances to get to know this incredible female, that she'd blame him for his human's mistakes.
Another soft sound, hopeful and pure, came from deep in his throat and oh, the joy, she sent him a whinny back. And shook her mane again, letting the white horsehair fall across her cheek, caressing her flesh, playful and erotic.
For a moment, he couldn't breathe and then, energized as never before, he nosed the air, drew in the sweet smell of grass and tantalizing aroma of her sweat. Slowly, carefully, he stepped toward her, one hoof in front of another and she dipped her head, showing that magnificent throat and he wanted to nip at it and make her cry out in passion.
Instead she reared back, fleeing across the meadow, trampling flowers and greenery and only slowed down as she reached the top of the hill and waited there. Another soft whinny and he realized that she was playing with him, that she wanted him, too but that he'd have to catch her first.
Desire shuddering across his flesh, he knew he was ripe for the challenge. Stamping his hooves against the grass, muscle and sinew moving, warming up for the chase, he took off after her, racing in the wind, legs flying across the meadow. His heart was flying, too.
He knew she would be his and his alone.
Once he caught her.