"My beautiful animal..." Sara began almost breathlessly, holding her body against his firm manly physique. "I would be most honoured if you would kiss me."
"As you desire, my lady." The unicorn said with a seductive smoothness to his voice, and began to lower his snout towards her lips, breathing warm earthy breath across his forehead and nuzzling the bridge of her nose with the tip of his muzzle.
She closed her eyes, burning with desire, and puckered her lips out waiting for his to meet. The soft thick lips of the unicorn's long elegant face brushed with Sara's waiting equivalent. The unicorn closed his eyes in pure bliss, and the two pressed forward in each other's warm embrace.
They kissed. Animal to human, lips locked in growing ecstasy and arousal, their soft kisses, smacks, turning to fiery pecks. Sara pressed her wet tongue to her unicorn's mouth and he granted her passage. For a time they were locked in a sinful french kiss, probing each other's mouths; she tasting the roof of his mouth and wrestling with his thick flexible tongue - realizing how useful such a long thick thing would be to her loins - and their passion grew. Their gentle embrace was now a lustful caress, hands touching and exploring each other's bodies.
Subconsciously, focused on the pleasure of their current exploits, Sara's hand found his sheath and balls. Covered in soft fur, she felt a pulsing warmth within. At last, they broke their kiss, both panting for breath, and the unicorn looked down towards Sara's hand in eager delight.
She fondled one of his orange sized balls - so virile and tight! - playfully, rolling the soft furry shape in her palm and fingers.
The unicorn gulped now, and felt his shaft beginning to enlarge. "I hope it lives up to your expectations, my lady."
She said nothing, eyes wide and fixed on the throbbing sheath, as a hint of something black began to push up through the slit in his sheath. She gulped, and with a trembling hand she stroked the sheath itself, making the unicorn shiver slightly. The black began to rise, spreading apart the slit and emerging as a hint of what was growing inside.
At last, a plump mushroom cap cocktip spilled out, followed by a near flaccid length of shaft that dangled the tip in a soft curve. It was tremendous, Sara realized, and not yet even close to full size. No human man could ever hope to sprout such a manhood.
Her eyes widened and she looked up to her unicorn's gaze in childish delight. "Oh... I don't think you need to worry about me being disappointed!"