Page 22 of The Satyr's Wood

“Slow your roll, honey. Those guys are well over a head taller than you and would likely pulverize you,” she pointed out, her voice heavy with amusement. “No one walks straight when they are wasted.”

“A satyr would,” he corrected. He was not going to respond to the pulverize bit because there was a good chance she was right, and his pride could not tolerate that blow. “The more we drink the better we dance.”

He suspected that she did not believe him, however, because she burst out into laughter again as she dragged him inside. His lips twitched with amusement as he allowed himself to be pulled along, his eyes fastened with adoration on the female who made his heart come alive again. He was certain that he looked like a besotted fool as infatuated with his mate as he was, but he could care less, even when the dwarf behind the counter gave him a disgusted look.

“I see you’ve returned, Barbasa,” the male grumbled as he pulled out the guestbook and thunked it heavily on the desk in front of him. “You want your usual?”

“Your usual, huh?” Tiffany peered over at him and her lips twitched as she worked to restrain yet another round of laughter. “What exactly might that be?”

“Nothing of importance,” he assured her. “Glethol here just has a poor sense of humor and wishes to tease me just because I have a beautiful female with me.”

“Ah,” she said slowly as she bent a curious look upon the male.

If only Glethol had the decency to play along and make him look good. The male had no sense of pity as he snorted disdainfully and plucked up a cup to wipe down.

“May be nothing to you, but those coins for the ladies keeps them happy. They’ve been talking about nothing else for weeks wondering when your next visit would be. No client pays as well and is willing to hire the whole lot of them at once to service him like you do.”

Tiffany’s eyebrows flew up and she leaned in closer. “Really? Do tell?”

“Do not tell,” Barbasa growled at the male in warning, but the dwarf grinned up at him evilly.

“Ah. I see what is going on here,” the male scoffed with a deep, rattling chuckle. “I never thought I would see the day that Barbasa—”

“Glethol...” That was the only warning that the male would get.

The dwarf’s laughter was infuriating even if it brought a wider smile to Tiffany’s lovely face. Barbasa considered murdering him with some relish until the male swiped a hand back and forth through the air with a shake of his grizzled head.

“Don’t mind me miss. I just enjoy torturing this one a bit. The service I am speaking of was just the ordinary sort and nothing too lascivious. Despite the reputation satyrs have, this one is considerably far more mellow when it comes to the sort. Nah,”he rumbled, “they just fed his other appetite—running food up to him and filling his cup and plate. Tied them all up there with him so that the customers would be complaining of all the comely ladies being missing.” He swiped a tear of mirth from his eye as Tiffany chuckled and sobered. “Look here, Barbasa, most of the males in town are keeping their mates and female relations at home as of late. We’ve had some strange visitors these days. No one has done no harm, but it is unusual. So just keep a careful watch on your female is all am saying.”

“Naturally,” Barbasa agreed as he bent to make his mark in the guest ledger. The warning, while appreciated, was ridiculous at best. As if anyone could slip his female out from beneath a satyr’s nose—or out of scenting distance from it. “Now if I could possibly get my usual room... and send someone up with plenty of food and drink,” he added, “and a bath to wash off the dirt from the road.”

Glethol nodded and slapped the key on the desk in front of him. It was with considerable pleasure that Barbasa slowly picked it up and smiled slowly at his mate.

Exploring the town further could wait until later. He had better plans for his Tiffany.

Chapter 16

Barbasa sprawled on a chair, his hooded eyes following Tiffany with relish as she explored their room. Her fingers ran over the furniture in ways that he wished she would apply to his cock. Later, he silently promised himself, his attention distracted quite unwillingly as three servers, males of a hybrid appearance between wood elf and troll, slipped inside. Two had their arms laden with platters that they quickly set on the table, followed by the third trailing behind them with a tray carrying a strong honey-wine and two cups. They only glanced briefly in Tiffany’s direction with an open, frank curiosity so Barbasa’s taint thankfully remained at rest as he accepted a cup of wine from the third male who had quickly began pouring the moment he unloaded his tray. Thick curls of sweet incense rose from its vessel, making the air fragrant and pleasing to his sense in his heightened state of lust for his mate.

Sipping deeply of his wine, Barbasa smiled as his mate bounced on the bed, testing the mattress. In the next moment she leapt to her feet, however, as a pair of orcs entered carrying a large wooden bathtub between them. He grinned at the way she popped off the bed, her eyes wide as they tracked the tub across the room to where it was finally put down. As riveted as she was, she did not give the males a second glance as they departed, nor those who promptly came in with buckets of water and the few dryads who gracefully followed behind them with pots full of bathing supplies. Barbasa caught the scent of roses coming from one pot and nodded approvingly as the attendant drew out a large handful of rose petals and scattered them over the surface of water in the tub.

Tiffany glanced over at him with veiled excitement as the last attendant left and he gestured toward the bath with his cup.“Bathe, my sweet. As much as I would love to climb into that water with you like we do at home, there is hardly the space,” he pointed out with a chuckle. “I will just enjoy nibbling on this spread while I wait for my chance to bathe and then nibble on you.”

Her cheeks pinkened and Barbasa’s hand went beneath the table to his cock. He found it utterly charming that despite her years, and their experience in exploring each other’s bodies, that she still blushed at his words. He stroked himself leisurely as he drank, his eyes following her every movement as she slowly began to strip off her layers to reveal the pale, smooth flesh beneath. He caught the briefest glimpse of her pretty cunt as she stepped into the tub that made him spill a little on the floor before she sank with a moan into the heated water. Naturally, her moan made his cock jerk and release another stream of seed, and his fangs sank into his bottom lip and a tremor of need ran through him.

He refilled his cup again and again as he watched her bathe. He glanced at the jug beside him with a pleased smile because it was truly an amazing wine. While Glethol seldom came up lacking when it came to the honey wine he kept on reserve for his visits, he was certain that he never tasted one that was quite so extraordinarily sweet. He would have to give the male his compliments. Surging to his feet, he picked up the jug and tipped the contents into the second cup and headed over to his mate. She looked up, her skin pinkened even deeper from the steam and the heat of the bath. He stared down at her for a long moment, admiring the way the rose petals collected around her breasts and clung to them as she washed herself with the sudsy cloth in her hand.

They would be even more glorious painted in wine with his tongue as the brush.

Without a thought he brought her cup to his lips and took the smallest sip coating his tongue thoroughly before leaning down and pressing his mouth to the swell of one breast. Wine dripped from his mouth over her breast, but his tongue quickly followed the spill, dragging the sweet nectar with slow strokes over the one breast before proceeding to do the same with the other.

“You are determined to get me all dirty,” she mused, and he lifted his head to deliver a hungry grin.

“You found me out, my sweet. Now come and let me stain and brand you and make you filthy as you drip nothing my own essence from your lush body.”

“Pervert,” she chided but there was no sting in her voice, only a hint of laughter that matched the laughter brightening her eyes.

Leaning forward, she curled her hand around his and tipped the cup to her lips, taking a long drink that had her humming with pleasure by the time he drew it back away. A soft smile curled her lips as she settled back into the tub and lay there languidly for a couple of minutes before suddenly surging up from the water. She stood there, in the middle of the tub, with rivers of water streaming over her lush breasts and belly. He stared at them hungrily and purred as his cock jerked and released yet another stream onto the floor. There was going to end up being one hell of a mess in the room that Glethol was going to yell about but Barbasa shoved the problem away. That was a tomorrow problem. Tonight, Tiffany’s full breasts, lush thighs and sweet cunt was all there was.

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