Page 18 of The Satyr's Wood

Her world narrowed in that moment. There was no river, no forest. There was only Barbasa and his growls of passion’s victory.

Chapter 13

Barbasa plucked a dark berry from its bush and gave it a contemplative look. He would never be able to look at the luscious fruit again without imagining his mouth coaxing orgasms from his tasty mate’s juicy cunt. The mixture of flavors was forever printed on his mind so that even the taste of a blackberry on his tongue made him want to spill his seed with ecstasy as the remembered taste and smell of her sex flooded back to him.

Of course, such thoughts were better kept to himself for the time being. He didn’t wish to frighten his little mate off too quickly when she had not even fully grasped what they had become in such a short time.

Smiling down at the female at his side beneath the shade of the trees, he fed the plump fruit between her lips. She moaned at the first trickle of juice and her tongue swept across his fingers. A lustful growl burst from him and his cock thickened immediately in reaction. And to which she smirked, in clear enjoyment of his need for her. And he did need. They had been dancing around each other ever since his terrible confession and the morning in the river, flirting and sharing the briefest of touches. It tormented him that he didn’t get to so much as enjoy the taste of her lips because both of them knew that once he began kissing her, the game would be over—and she was not yet ready.

Oh, he was certain that she was quite eager to rut, but her body required more preparation to take a satyr’s cock comfortably and that would only happen by regular exposure to his pheromones now that they had begun the mating process.

So, he endured it, waiting for her to be ready as her body heated and creamed for him as it prepared itself for mating,driving him to distraction night after night. That she allowed him to stroke her cunt with his fingers and tongue and bring her to completion for the first time two nights ago had filled him with a satisfaction that had quickly been eclipsed when she had placed her sweet mouth and hands upon his shaft. He had nearly drowned in the pleasure and forgot his promise to himself to take it slow so that their joining would be at its most optimal.

It was certainly getting harder to resist her, however. Their daily walks helped. To a degree. He had to acknowledge that her very nature tempted him as much as her sensuality, so even her simple pleasure pulled hard at his desire. Moreover, despite their very real physical differences from the hips down, she never seemed bothered by it. In fact, more often than not, she acted as if there were no differences between them at all. She wasn’t simply ambling by his side as his mate had once done as they wandered, but rather, she wrapped her arm in his, held him close to her as he’d seen humans do from a distance. He didn’t feel set apart by her but cherished as her own and he didn’t realize until then how much it meant to him.

Or how sweetly her scent would call to him as it did now, speaking to him in the primal language of her readiness. Finally!

Plucking another blackberry from the bush in front of them, he pressed it to her smiling lips and her blue eyes flashed with laughter. Holding his gaze, her mouth opened, and her tongue slid out and stroked along the length of his fingers before her hot mouth closed around the berry at his fingertips. Another shiver ran through him, and she released his fingers with a light laugh.

“Are you trying to fatten me up, Barbasa?” she teased. “What is with this sudden interest in feeding me from your hand?”

“I wouldn’t mind more of you to hold,” he replied as he ran a claw along her bottom lip, the tip ever so gently indenting it. “But in this specifically, perhaps I just enjoy seeing you lick my fingers the way you lapped at my cock. It gives me ideas.”

Her eyes darkened at his words. “Really? I might just be interested in hearing those ideas,” she murmured as she slid back, ducking out of his grasp. “...if—”

A soft growl rumbled through him as his eyes narrowed and tracked her movement. “If what?”

Her smile widened as she sidled back more causing his muscles to tighten instinctively as his body prepared to give chase. She wouldn’t dare tempt him. Now when she knew that the taint was so thoroughly imbedded within his instinctual nature. If she ran, he wouldn’t be able to resist giving chase. And when that happened—it worried him too much to think about.

“Tiffany,” he rumbled in warning as he offered his hand to her. “If you are in the mood to play games, there are better ways we can do it. And safer within the confines of our home. I will be at your command.”

Her eyes glittered with interest and the tension in his muscles eased, certain that she would take his hand. He was, therefore, taken by complete surprise when she suddenly whirled away and sprang forward from the balls of her feet, leaving him gaping after her. He was so shocked that he stared after her for a minute or two streaking among the trees. His blood pulsed hotly through him as his heart sped in reaction to the sharp excitement and need rising rapidly through him. But it was the uncoiling touch of the taint that ultimately broke his control and sent him springing after her, his hooves carrying him far quicker over the forest floor.

With the taint rising rapidly through his blood, he should have been afraid for her as he waited for the foggy madness to descend. But there was something different about it. It curled through him like a dark fire feeding his frenzy and desire, stroking through his balls and shaft until his extruded cock wept with copious amounts of lubrication dripping from his shaft. And although there was a haze of desire that filled his mind, itheld on to him with a different sort of touch than the madness. He didn’t feel corrupted... he felt... alive!

His lips pulled back from his teeth as he howled and laughed in echo of Tiffany’s giggles as she led the chase, darting between the trees ahead of him. What a sight she was! His desire surged, his cock pulsing with every brush against his belly. Every touch of the sensitive tip to his stomach sent a new hot lick of desire straight through him. It filled him with pleasure and a rush of joy. As his lingering doubts dissolved, his smile widened with predatory glee as his eyes followed her winding path. He couldn’t get enough of feasting on the sight of her fleeing ahead of him. Her hair streaming behind her, flashing in the sunlight as she tossed her head to grin beckoningly over her shoulder.

She teased him and he relished it. He could have caught up to her easily but somehow, he kept control of himself enough to regulate his speed so that he drew closer slowly, prolonging the chase. Glancing back at him again, Tiffany whooped with laughter and changed direction suddenly as if that would give her an escape. Grinning wildly, he spun at his full speed, his hooves finding purchase in the turf with a skill that couldn’t be replicated with her booted human feet. His mate squealed with a surprised laugh when his arms came around her and he dropped them into a mossy knoll, his body turning to take the brunt of the fall. Though the clack of his four horns hitting a rock echoed loudly, he suffered no ill effects from the fall. Not even his breath had been knocked out of him which he demonstrated as he hauled his mate along his body.

She grinned at him breathlessly as he held her pinned against him. Lying side by side, he traced his fingers up the side of her legs, drawing up the dress she’d made. The fabric was as beautiful on her as he knew it would be and soft against his fingers. From the way her eyes slid shut, he knew that it slid against her own skin pleasurably. With her rich scent thickeningthe air around them, he growled and rolled them so that he was braced over her and her breasts brushed his chest as they rapidly rose and fell with every panted breath. Releasing her dress so that it rested bunched up around her pelvis, he wrapped his fingers around her wrists and drew her hands over her head to where a cluster of vines hung just inches away from the low branches of the tree they clung to.

Barbasa made quick work out of wrapping her wrists firmly in the vine, entangling her there so thoroughly at his mercy that she jerked against her bindings in shock when he grabbed hold of her hips and tugged her splayed legs closer to him. She stared down her body at him with a desperate, wild need, the blue of her eyes nearly disappearing within the expanse of blown out dark centers. She trembled against him, her scent of arousal rising from her to coat him and fill his senses as he dragged his cheek down her body and pressed his mouth against the hot well of her essence between her thighs. He lapped at her folds, stroking his tongue deep into her slit as her every sigh and gasp sang to him. He feasted on her and exulted in it, filling himself with her sweetness, and coating his mouth and hands with it as her orgasm rushed through her. It marked him, branded him with her pheromone signature until he was filled with the scent and taste of her.

And he loved it. He wanted to draw more of it into him so that he would never get her scent out of his skin.

He growled against her slick cunt, enjoying the way she gasped and jerked against his mouth as the vibrations shot through her. Catching a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye, he stilled, his mouth still clamped against her cunt as his gaze lifted and shifted warily. A red fox peered at him, its eyes flashing with the light of another peering back at him through them. Lifting his mouth, he bared his teeth at the fox, conveying his message to the reynard, loud and clear. Even his pack did notdare to intrude when they scented his desire rising. The fox’s tail stiffened and wavered in the air behind him at the threat, but the creature had greater sense than its master. With a startled yip, it bounded away and disappeared within the thick growth of blackberry bushes.

His brows slanted in a heavy scowl, Barbasa gave one last growl in the direction of the bushes before turning the fervor of his attention back onto his mate. Although the reynard hadn’t truly been present and his fox likely had crept close more as a matter of curiosity, it didn’t change the fact that it fueled his need to possess his mate and claim her completely so that the damned vulpine male didn’t attempt to so much as send one of his spies to sniff around her.

Rising from between her legs, he noted that she too stared curiously off in the direction the fox disappeared. Without preamble, he gave a sharp nip to her hip that made her draw in a sharp gasp. He immediately laved it with his tongue to take away the sting and lifted his gaze to meet her shocked eyes.

“Have you seen many foxes when you’ve ventured outside, my love?” he rumbled.

He needed to know otherwise it would twist within him, tormenting him as it fed the voracious appetite of the taint. To his relief, she gave a quick shake of her head.

“No. That would be the first. I’ve seen a couple from the cabin, and always at a distance, but never when walking and never so close.”

He nodded thoughtfully and gave her a fierce look. “Things are not always what they seem in these woods. Some creatures, like the foxes, can be the eyes and ears of other beings that cross our territorial boundaries without difficulty or challenge. They won’t hurt you, and in fact add extra protection that benefits our territory, keeping it safe from humans, but do not follow them either,” he cautioned. “Stay within the confines of our walkingroute and close to the cabin you will be fine. It is not likely that the fae will dare to intrude on the territory of another.”

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