Page 19 of Promised to the Satyr

Gathering my wits, I stand and put my beautiful picture and letter on the nightstand.

His eyes shift to the pages, then back to me. Longing practically pours from his gaze, but he keeps any thoughts or feelings to himself.

“I’d like to go to a bookstore and perhaps out for lunch like humans do.” Unable to stop myself, I glance at his horns, then legs, and know this isn’t possible.

With a light laugh, he says, “It’s an easy thing to give you. It only requires a bit of a disguise and a little magic, sweetheart.”

That endearment raises the hairs on my arms and I step close to him. Reaching up, I run my fingers along his warm slightly rigged horns. “How will you hide?”

A low growl starts in his chest and rises. His eyes darken and the front of his kilt tents. He wraps one arm around my waist and places the other flat on my abdomen. His fingers rest just under my breasts, making them ache to be touched. Searching my eyes, he presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “My horns are sensitive, Astra.”

I don’t remove my hand. Instead, I caress the arching protrusion to the tip then down to the base. In spite of my resolve to not have sex with him again, my pussy aches with need and my nipples bead. The cotton dress I’m wearing rubs them. I need his hands. I need his mouth. I glance at his growing erection and know I need that too. “How intriguing.”

Lowering his head, he kisses me deeply. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, sliding along mine. He makes love to my lower lip, tastes my mouth, sucks my top lip, then goes back to deepening the kiss.

It’s hard to catch my breath as my body has completely overridden my brain.

Niko walks me backward until the backs of my legs touch the mattress. He drops to his knees and looks up at me, wrapping his hands around each of my calves. “Astra?”

I take hold of both of his horns and caress them as if they were his cock.

He groans, slides his hands up my legs, and nudges my mid-thigh dress up. With a growl, he licks my slit and slides his tongue against my clit.

Unable to hold my own weight, I sit and spread my legs wide. With every suck he delivers, I caress his horns and press mypussy against his mouth. Within seconds, I scream his name and shake with pleasure. “Niko.” I collapse back and curl into a ball while the pleasure rushes through me.

Niko lies beside me and pulls me close. He kisses my hair and the exposed flesh where my neck and shoulder meet. “I love to watch you come.”

“I lose myself with you.” The admission wasn’t meant to be spoken. I wish it back as soon as I say it.

Tightening his hold, he whispers, “Are you sure losing is what you’re doing, sweetheart? Maybe we’re both discovering new aspects of ourselves.”

It’s hard to think with his cock so hard and thick resting against my ass and back. Pulling to all fours, I flip my dress up over my hips to expose myself. “I don’t think you’re right, but I can’t deny my desire for you.” I wiggle my ass.

The sound he makes is half man and half goat and my pussy pulses to be filled. Kneeling behind me, he grips my hip with one hand.

I look over my shoulder.

He’s discarded his kilt and shirt. Beautifully naked, he holds his cock and slides it through my wetness, teasing me.

Pushing back is futile while he holds me in place and continues his sweet torture. His fingers replace his cock and he spreads my juices up to my tight asshole, teasing that sensitive place.

I cry, “Yes. Gods, yes.”

He presses the tip of his thick finger inside.

Breaking free of his grip, I push back to take a little more. “Niko. I need all of you inside me.”

The head of his cock notches at my pussy. “I will always give you what you want.” He thrusts deep and hard, again and again.

I take all of him, both cock and finger, until my body is pulled so tight I’m sure I’ll explode.

He grunts and moans. His fucking gains momentum. Over and over, he slams inside me.

My body loving every inch of him. As he pulls back, I long for him. As he fills me, I relish the stretching. It’s perfection to have Niko inside me, fucking me, giving himself to me.

On a long guttural cry, he fills me with hot seed.

I scream as the orgasm takes me. My pussy pulls and grips at his shaft, drawing every last drop of cum from his magnificence.

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