The Lost Storm

Chapter 33 - (GDP) Glitter Dusted Pond

As Isadora sat there looking at the massive grey unicorn, she could not believe what was in front of her and she rubbed her eyes thinking that the injuries to her body were now getting to her head.

Surely I must have some sort of head injury.

The stallion snorted and out came fumes, he started pawing at the ground.

"What? You want me to thank you?" She was not happy. She knew EXACTLY who this was.

"Unlike you, I am HAPPY to die. I do not need your help, coward Prince. If I were you, I would leave now, for when I get my hands on you, I will use your head to take your throne," now she was looking at him as if he were the devil himself.

He pawed the ground again, lifted his snout, and bared what appeared to be fangs with the bloody horn now dripping. She made a small laugh, making sure he heard it.

"I can use mine too," she retorted back.

With that, he snorted again, turned, and galloped around the corner and into the unknown forest.

She sighed hard and fell back onto the ground; her eyes felt heavy.

"I am going to just nap for a minute."

Isadora fell asleep.

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Isa woke up and it was already well into the evening. She got up and dusted herself off, eyeing Richard's body and sneering.

"I am not even going to bury him. He doesn't deserve it."

She picked up her cloak, and dagger, and wondered where her mare was, but soon after she heard a snort, her friend was not too far off grazing.

"You could have woken me up, you know?"

The mare snorted again and shook her head, as Isa tried to shuffle to her friend, she realized her body hurt more than she had anticipated. Her side hurt the most and she knew it would form a nasty bruise, but she kept going ready to find the source of her adventure. Finally getting onto her horse, she sighed and started making her way around the rock and following the unicorn's hooves.

After about 20 minutes of following the hooves, she still did not know what she would say to him and at this point, she thought he was just wandering around. Through some heavy foliage, she could hear a soft but steady stream and quickly came to a clearing with large rocks in the back. A hill stood behind them and the stream came from the rocks. The pond was a good size and the water was completely clear and sparkling, as if it was touched by magic. The unicorn stood by the edge drinking water, he looked up and turned around as if to leave. Suddenly, smoke came off of him, and in his spot stood a very tall man. He had black hair and his skin was almost glistening, when he turned around he was naked and his eyes a mind-jolting grey-blue. He stepped into the pond and...to say his muscles were bulging was an understatement, but they seemed to be radiating.

She couldn't take her eyes off of him and the words tried to formulate. But by now she was fuming, and this time words couldn't describe what she was feeling so she would just have to show him-

"If you are going to just stand there, make sure not to plan my killing out loud," he said washing his hair.

She sneered at his point, but still got off her horse and slowly made her way towards the pond. "I only need your head."

"You can have it. But I will not go without a fight," now he was looking at her straight in the eyes.

"Then you shall have it," she said.

She took out her dagger again and watched him scrub off the blood. As he finished, he started to wade through the water towards her. Now he was clean and his hair wet, darker than before. When he got out of the water, she could not help but land her eyes on his engorging cock, now fully erect and pink. As to how she felt? She could not tell yet, but it did something to her core and her fingertips felt almost sore from how they tingled. He came closer to her, towering over her a good two feet, and was breathing heavily now, his nose closely touching hers.