Stallion Mage: A Horse Shifter Mpreg Romance (COMPLETE)

Dreams And Destiny (18+)

Or, Every Time Unicorns Have Sex, It's Magical...

That night, Alvarr found it difficult to get to sleep. The moon somehow seemed larger and brighter than usual, and its bright light reflecting off the expanse of snow made the mage feel like he should be out there, doing something.

He glanced at his mate, asleep next to him, and resisted the urge to reach out and touch him, for fear of waking the stallion leader. Laren is my mate. That was something he never thought he'd have. And I will have a foal of my own. Another thing that the mage had never thought would happen.

I... can be happy. Right now.

Though the tribe was in danger, and the winter pushed in on them from all sides, Alvarr let himself feel the small spark of happiness that he, his mate, and his foal had made between them.

Shutting his eyes and resolving not to open them until morning, Alvarr took deep breaths and gave his worries to Nature. Within moments, he was dreaming.

He was back in the barren plains that he had crossed during his journey. Growing into the cracked earth were the thorny blood-red flowers, and Alvarr had to step carefully so that he did not get scratched. The air was almost unbearably hot, and the harsh sun beat down on his back.

A low, harsh grunt startled him. From the shadow of a rock came another beast, larger and stronger than before. "Ooo, oooo," it sounded.

The mage started backing away. He must have strayed onto its territory by mistake. He had no desire to fight, but the beast swung its massive head from side to side in an unmistakably aggressive motion.

Alvarr could outrun this creature, he knew he could, but the thorns might scratch his legs to ribbons if he made a mad dash for safety. And one of those long thorns in the wrong place could mean lameness.

The creature charged, head down. Alvarr lowered his own head, pointing his sharp horn toward the beast's chest. It did not realize what would happen, for it kept running toward him at full speed, its feet thudding against the dull ground.

Alvarr's legs splayed out. The beast was so close that its rank scent filled the air. The mage prepared for impact.

But at the last second, the creature swerved, and its huge head swung. Something cracked against Alvarr's horn.

Stumbling back, the mage saw that the beast had changed. Now, it had a horn of its own, a dull, dirty ivory with a broken-off tip, but thicker and stronger than his own.

Alvarr's instincts told him to run, but he was trapped by the mass of blood-flowers surrounding him. The beast tried to ram his side, but the more agile mage spun on his back legs and slashed sideways with his forehead.

Their horns clashed together, white against ivory, a jarring strike that made Alvarr's vision fill with a swarm of bright sparks. His head ached with the pressure against his horn.

The mage danced back and looked for an opportunity to pierce the beast's tough hide. He breathed in the dry, hot air in harsh pants, and foam had started building on his coat. This was not his habitat, and he was the weaker opponent, even if he was smarter.

The beast's wide neck made a tempting target. Though the earth mage part of Alvarr protested such thoughts, it was clear that one of them would die, and the mage resolved that he would be the one to live. With a burst of speed, Alvarr lowered his head and stabbed his horn forward.