Satyr

 

Light music hung in the air of the dark woods, slowly escaping from the tip of a pipe. Moonlight danced on the silvery leaves of the trees, cascading the land in a white glow. Beneath her full roundness, dancing figures filled the forest floor. Hooves stomped on dead lives, springing life beneath each touch.

Flowers blossomed in the moonlight, rejoicing at the influence of fertility that sprung into the earth. Trees shuddered, branches squeaking with new growth. The dancers formed a circle as they turned and spun to the tune of the pipes. Mushrooms sprouted at their feet. Various animals hung in branches and hid in long grasses to watch the merriment that overtook the woods.

I watched their joyful displays whilst their songs called in spring. Whatever snow had been had long melted and left behind the rugged brown sleeping earth. The wild beings danced and sang, played their pipes, and summoned lust and life into the night. Winter was gone and the green world was being reborn.

My eyes wandered over their naked dancing forms from the shadows. A cloak hung around my body, helping my easy blend in the darkness just outside the fire’s glow. It had been ages since I had seen the dance of the wild things and even longer since i had dared come close to one.

“You’re making very dangerous choices, girl.”

I didn’t turn. The voice was thick and rumbling, with a musical note to it that any human would be seduced by. A sense of danger came with each word that brought a smile to my face. “Oh? Is that so?”

He spoke behind me, close enough I wondered if he was nearly pressed against me. “Have you not heard of how dangerous we are?”

“Oh, I have heard the stories. Of engorgement and fleeing women.”

A low chuckle rumbled out of him. “Ah yes. The eternal chase of my kind and the mortal world.”

“Is your veracity or their shyness that leads to such unsatisfying events?”

“What makes you think they are not satisfying?”

“If you were satisfied, you would not continue to the hunt.”

“And you think the hunt is not satisfying?”

“I’ve seen them. They rarely end in … completion.”

“Not all things must end in climax to be worthy.”

“Fair,” I turned, letting my eyes fall on the satyr’s horns and smiled at this own delicious grin. “Yet I hear it is ever the plight of you. To be always seeking and never wanted.”

His smile faltered, a moment of sorrow before it returned in full force, hiding any pain behind it that had momentarily been revealed. “It is my nature to hunt. And my base desire to hear the cries as they flee.”

I took a step forward into the deeper shadows so that the distance between us was minimal. “Can I touch you? Or must I run first?”

A curt nod was I all received. My hand moved in the shadows, touching his bare chest and caressing the hard muscle. Digits trailed downward, caressing the sensitive flesh of his stomach before touching the delicate bits of fur that began to sprout from the skin. I let my fingers play with the long strands of rough hair along his inner thigh, slowly moving closer to where I knew his hardness waited and yet deliberately caressing everywhere around it.

The satyr let out a groan, head falling back before he grunted. “You’re a tease, witch.”

I smirked. “I thought you wanted to build the anticipation.”

Hips bucked, pushing up towards me with quiet want. I pulled my hand away and he whimpered. Dark eyes opened to stare at me, a hardness and need deep within. “Please,” he finally asked, lips parting in the soft word of need.

My smile showed in the dark, hand moving upward to wrap around the thick animalistic length. He gasped, back pressing against a tree for stability. The hand fell still, simply holding, watching him respond to the first touch of delight he had felt that was not the result of a cruel chase and forced embrace. 

“More. Please, more.”

I began to stroke, moving my grip lower and then back up. Each movement brought a grunt from him, hips moving in rhymical strokes to match my pace. His hands rose, gripping my hips beneath the cloak that concealed my body, pulling me forward.

“Now now,” I murmured, stopping the stroke. 

“Forgive me,” he whimpered, hands falling away to rest at his sides. “Whatever you wish.”

“Whatever I wish?” I asked, brows raising. 

“Name it. I will do as you wish.”

“Do not release until I tell you.” 

I lowered myself to my knees before him, glancing up at the satyr’s wild features before letting my tongue touch the base of his length. Fur and warmth greeted me, as did his jerking hips at the sudden contact. My tongue trailed upwards, leaving behind the fur to hard thickness. He groaned, hips moving forward as I swallowed the head of him in my mouth, surrounding his flesh with warmth.

My head bobbed in the darkness, mouth taking all of him and then none, up and down as he thrust forward. The soft grunts turned to wild cries as my tongue and mouth explored, pulling into a steady rhythm. He leaned back against the tree, hands moving overhead to let fingers dig into the bark as he gasped and writhed. 

I paused. “Remember. Do not release.”

The satyr groaned and whimpered, biting his bottom lip. “Yes,” he mumbled in response, swearing immediately after as I took him into my mouth and further, letting him fill my throat. I held there, throat tightening around him until I gagged. 

“You’re cruel. Please. Please.”

I continued, ignoring his pleas as I moved up and down on his length, letting him fill my throat with each stroke. Drool slid down my chin and dripped onto my breasts, then trickled downward to my thighs. Each stroke made him harder, pulling him to an impossible rigidity I had not felt before in any creature.

The satyr cried out, hands touching my head to try to pull me back but not daring to interrupt. “I can’t,” he breathed finally, tears nearly touching his eyes before I finally stopped.

Simultaneous relief and agony came from his lips in a muffled groan as he bit his lip, turning his head away. “Gods you are a cruel woman.”

I stood, unfastening the cloak and letting it fall to the forest floor. In the shadows the moonlight bathed my skin in a silvery white glow. My tongue teased his lips before drawing him into a hungry kiss. He met me with passion and need, pressing against my naked body. Our tongues danced together, teeth biting lips and claws digging into skin and fur. 

He grabbed my shoulders and turned me, pressing me against the tree so that the bark bit into my skin. I held to his shoulders and pulled my legs up, holding around his hips before he gripped his length and pressed the tip against my center. Brown eyes looked into mine, scanning for what he needed more than anything.

A smirk touched my lips and the satyr whimpered, both of us panting as we breathed, catching our breath between the passionate kissing. “Ask me,” I said, command and need heavy in my throat.

His jaw set, teeth gritting. “Please?” 

I leaned my head forward, meeting his lips in a soft kiss. “Fuck me.”

It was instant pleasure as the satyr pounded into me, thick and hard in ways no mortal could be. I cried out, fingers pulling on the long curls of hair that hung from his head, teeth biting his bottom lip to show him the pleasure he was giving me. 

The bark scratched my back as the creature thrust in, practiced and hungry. I bounced against him, bodies moving in unison, cries mingling together into the night, drowning out the laughter and pan music from the nearby merriment. Each thrust went deeper, expanding me to make room for his stiffness until I was stretched and accepting of every overtly long inch.

Slapping wet sounds came from where our hips met. Rough long minutes passed, extending into nearly an hour as we rutted against the tree of the woodland. Rolling waves of pleasure overtook my body, each thrust becoming part of the ongoing ecstasy that swelled within. I felt him harden more, pulsing within me as we neared an edge that threatened to consume us.

My nails dug into the skin of his shoulder, drawing blood. His teeth grabbed my bottom lip before swallowing me in his kiss. Pressure mounted within me and spilled over, just as he erupted within. Seed flowed from his length, yet his thrusting didn’t stop, only slowed. Our moans crescendoed and began to quiet, bodies moving together in a gentle rhythm as we rode out the waves of pleasure that flooded us both.

The satyr pulled from our kiss, looking into my eyes as his hips moved, softly drawing another moan from me. “I’m sorry I didn’t wait until you said…”

I smiled. “Get on your knees and I’ll forgive you.”

A wicked grin spread over his lips as he slid from me and lowered himself, mouth exploring the wet landscape of my thighs and center. I grabbed his horns, holding him against my skin while my moans began again, mingling with the nearby music of pan’s pipes and creating a new harmony from the bliss of my lover’s mouth.