Page 15 of Promised to the Satyr

Holding on by a thread, I press my forehead to the tree. Maybe I can lighten the moment and keep myself under control. “I’m a satyr. Why do you think I wear a kilt?”

Her lilting laugh plays in the air. “I had a feeling, and knew you were attracted to me.” Unwrapping her legs, she slips to the ground and grips me tighter with both hands. She strokesharder, then lowers her mouth and sucks the bulbous head between her sweet lips.

Threading her hair through my fingers, I watch the tip of my shaft disappear inside the warm wetness. Her teeth scratching on each release is maddening.

I’ve never wanted to have a moment last forever, but this one is perfect. I could die and be nearly satisfied, knowing her need is as great as mine.

Naked and perfect, she lets me pop from her lips and stares up the length of my body. “I want you inside me. Will you give this to me, Niko?” Gently, she caresses my cock from base to tip and runs her soft fingers around the head.

Her touch is the sweetest torture.

Lifting her, I grip her ass in both hands. “I would have made this better with a large bed and all the comforts.”

She shakes her head. “No. Against this ancient tree is more than perfect.” She wiggles until my head slides along her wet slit.

Gravity is all that is needed for her to take me in. I go slow, stretching her tight pussy and giving her one inch at a time.

Arching her back, she presses her back against the trunk and grips tighter with her legs. She’s stronger than she looks and takes more of me. “Good. More. That’s so good.”

One hand on her ass and the other braced against the tree, I press in with one steady thrust, expecting to reach the limit of her much smaller body, but the more I give, the more she takes. I moan as I fill her and our hips meet.

Our cries mingle in the breeze.

Clutching my hair, she makes the most sensual cry. “Niko. Oh, gods, you’re magnificent.”

I’d like to give her time to adjust to my size, but I’m driven by forces beyond my control. I kiss her hard and press my tongue into her mouth as I pull out to my head, then thrust inside her again. Pleasure rockets through me each time I move. Everycell in my body is alive and tingling with the electricity of our connection.

She’s so wet and tight, this is heaven. I find a pace that makes her scream and moan with each entry. Again and again, I fill her, suck on her tongue, caress her curves, and pinch her nipples.

She calls my name as she comes again around my cock. Her juices drip down my legs as her sheath tightens, pulsing around me.

I thrust harder, faster, as my own release sends a tingle down my spine. My legs shake and I shoot my seed inside her. I barely recognize the roar that falls from my lips as she comes again and draws every drop of cum from me.

Holding her tight as my softening cock still fills her, I never want to let her go. “Are you alright?”

“So good.” She rubs along my flesh like a satisfied cat.

I slip free of her and miss her body’s embrace. Shifting her in my arms, I carry her toward the house.

With a sigh, she rests her cheek on my chest and wraps her arms around my neck. “We could just sleep here a while.”

“It’s not far. I’ll get us home.” I kiss her forehead and revel in the way her eyes close with trust. “You are the first woman who could take all of me inside.”

Those bright blue eyes open to meet my gaze. “You are the first man who has really filled me.” She looks away as if the admission was an accident.

Even if it’s not true, I like that she said it. Though, I’d hazard to guess, I’m her first satyr. My goal will be to be her last lover of any species. “It was wonderful, Astra. Why do you look away from me?”

She cups my cheek. “Did I trick you or was that what you wanted?”

“Trick me?” Holding her tighter, I jog to the back of the house, and up the steps. At the back door, I suck her bottom lipbetween mine. “You didn’t trick me. I’ve wanted you since seeing your picture.”

A tear slips over her lid. “I’m a nymph. Everyone wants me. I seduce even when I don’t want to. It’s my nature.” Pushing on my chest, she forces me to put her on her feet in the living room.

As she heads to the stairs, I catch her hand and turn her toward me. “I’m not affected by the magic that nymphs possess, Astra. I’m not attracted to you because you’re a nymph.”

“How do you know? The seduced never know they’re under my spell.” She combs her fingers through my hair, grazing my horn and sending a thrill through me.

Tugging on my kilt, I let it fall on the floor. My cock is fully erect again. “Canada has a good many nymphs because they love the vast woods. I’ve met many and none lured me in or enraptured me.” I grip my cock. “This is for you. The house is for you. If you want me, I am also for you.”

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