Page 4 of The Satyr's Wood

Yes. It would.

Decided, he spun around on his hooves and hurried at a bounding pace through the grasses, stopping every so often to give a few strokes of his cock to release a thick stream of precum upon rocks to mark his route before continuing on. Not only would it give him a clear path of return, but he also hoped that his scent trail would discourage any other who might think to approach his territory until he returned.

If not...well, he was not averse to eating his enemies. Quite literally. His only concern was that it might overly distress thefemale he returned with. But that was a matter to worry about later.

Picking up his pace, he lowered into a hunting stance allowing for quicker movement as he raced forward, following the enticing scent. A darkness expanded within his belly in response to it, so subtly that he wasn’t aware of it at first. It rose through him like a hot tide, dulling his thoughts even as his hunger spiked and his cocked filled to the point of pain and was no longer containable within his sheath. Extruded fully, his long shaft bobbed with his bounding gait, a trickle of hot precum slipping down over it, dripping from him as he ran.

Closer. His prey was getting closer. He could almost taste the heat of her now as he closed in. Sweet, hot, and wet. He would drink fully from her once he had her in his arms and satiated himself fully on her flavor.

There, a flutter of pale gold hair in the breeze.

He charged for it, his need eclipsing his thoughts. He would claim what was his and take her home. He would seed her and keep her. His female. His.

A snarl burst from him as he leapt, and the female whirled on him with a flash of startled amethyst eyes. He nearly purred at the sight, his arms reaching eagerly for her when something dark and heavy rushed out of nowhere and struck him with enough force to send him dropping, ungainly, to the ground. His breathing wheezing out of him, he managed less than a croak as his gaze lifted and pinned the female standing just a short distance away and some sort of large bag held defensively in front of her. She stared back at him in shock and scrabbled further away as his hooves twitched and slid across the dirt as he pushed himself back up.

Straightening to his full height, Barbasa blinked at her bag in confusion and a mild sense of betrayal rising through the confused bewilderment lingering in his mind. “You struck me!”

Her lips parted to gape at him, but she shook her head and brought her weapon up higher in a threatening position as she scowled back at him. “And I’ll do it again, you... you....”. Her brow knitted with confusion as her gaze continued to skim over him. “Whatever you are.”

Her eyes drifted down to his cock that—much to his private amusement—hadn’t diminished the slightest bit. In fact, if he was not mistaken—exactly the opposite. Fresh precum drooled from its tip, his lust curling tightly within his belly. The darkness that had fogged over his mind with blind instinctual need, however, remained wherever it had retreated to within him.

For the second time, her mouth dropped open and this time he scented a delicious thickening in her scent that betrayed her interest. While she was not eagerly leaping into his arms like the nymphs that he had consorted with the past had, that hint of desire drew him in stronger than he had anticipated. Barbasa eased toward her, his cock waving with his every step. He paused when she took a step back and drew her pack up higher. For a moment he peered at it in amusement, wondering what exactly weighed it down to have such a powerful strike.

“Stay back,” she warned.

Though her voice was slightly unsteady, and she bore a trace of fear souring her intriguing scent, there was a bite to the way she spoke that made him pause and stop in his tracks. He suddenly had the impression that she was fully committed to going down fighting. As much as he enjoyed a good tussle, he was not of mind to hurt the intriguing little female. Shockingly, he found that he did not wish to scare her either. Cocking his head, he peered at her for a moment before his gaze drifted back to her bag. His lips quirked, unable to further restrain his amusement.

“What exactly is it that you have in there?” he asked, betraying his thoughts aloud.

Surprise flickered in eyes that dropped briefly to her bag. “Rocks, among other things,” she admitted so blatantly that it surprised a laugh from him.

He crept forward at a pace, unfazed that she lifted her bag higher in threat. Other than peer at it—and her—curiously, he gave no further attention to it, his eyes instead fastened on the fascinating creature in front of him.

“Rocks? Truly?” he murmured. “What would a delightful little thing like you wish to carry rocks around for?”

Pink climbed into her cheeks, and she shrugged, her arm lowering only a fraction as she considered him. “Some rocks,” she clarified slowly, and her lips pinched. “My supplies did not last as long as I believed they would and then yesterday, when I noticed there was someone following my trail again, I decided it was better to at least make an attempt to arm myself.” Her lips twisted bitterly. “Should have thought to steal gun,” she muttered quietly, perhaps in the erroneous belief that he could not hear her as her gaze moved past him in the direction of her path through the grass.

Though Barbasa did not know what a gun was, the fact that it was likely a weapon was not lost upon him. He might have given it more attention and inquired as to why she wandered without better protection than a sack of rocks except that two details caught his attention. One was that his little female had probably not eaten in some time, which was concerning enough. The other was that someone was in pursuit. His ears perked and he attempted to draw in the scent of anyone else nearby and was foiled by his own obsession with the female’s scent. He could not seem to push it away long enough to focus on other distant scents before it drew him back in. He was beginning to pant, his cock slowly engorging with the lust tripping along his spine.

His eyes turned back toward her and the sweetness in her scent ripened with her heightening arousal. She swallowed, hergaze flicking over him while studiously trying not to stare too openly at his cock.

“W...what are you, anyway?” she asked at length.

His brows snapped up because he had never met one who did not know what a satyr was and had plenty of preconceived notions about them. His eyes narrowed on her slightly in an attempt to determine if she was playing some clever game.

“Do you not recognize a satyr when you see one?” he queried.

Her flush rose higher on her cheeks. “Oh, yes. Well, sure,” she stammered and paused as her brow furrowed slightly. “Just so we both are on the same page... perhaps you should tell me what a satyr is.”

She said it so magnanimously as if she were graciously offering him an opportunity for clarification that he bit back a startled laugh. She didn’t know! Suddenly, a world of opportunities felt as if it were opening up. He could keep her in his wood, and she would be none the wiser as to why she never found her way out. She would never suspect him of being anything but a rescuer. His eager cock aside.

He just had to play this right.

Using one hand to painfully force his engorged cock back into his sheath only for it to spring out again, Barasa gave her a hapless smile.

“My apologies. This,” he gestured to his phallus, “is a blessing or a curse, depending on how you see it, from the gods in providing my kind with such primal natures.” He gave her a sweet smile. “Satyrs are creatures of the woods and fields... protectors, if you will,” he added, “of those who cross through our territories and of the land itself.”

The latter was at least a little true. And the former wasn’t exactly a lie. There were cases of satyrs showing some kindness toward a traveler. Sometimes. A good lie was always best if it was fashioned with some truth if one wished it to be believable.

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