Page 23 of The Satyr's Wood

He growled and stepped back a pace, waiting impatiently for her to emerge. Her foot arched delicately as she stepped out of the water, and he wanted to worship that foot with his mouth. But no, the other foot emerged and that too drew the focus of his need. His mate lifted a towel from the side of the tub, but Barbasa had enough. With a howl, he pounced, dragging hismate up off her feet and into his arms. His cock rubbed against her ass seductively and continued to do so as he carried her the short distance to the bed and dumped her over its side so that her ass was raised and his cock grazing the surface of it. His hips jerked forward, and he instinctively followed them, pressing is cock heavily against her ass as it stroked over her flushed skin. Her small body jumped, and his mate made a needy sound that made him release a thick stream over her back. Fascinated with the sight, he massaged it into her skin as he continued to slide his cock back and forth against her ass.

Her bottom tipped up in silently entreaty, baring the rosy, plump bud of her back passage. Adjusting his angle, he rubbed the thick head of his cock back and forth against her entrance as he stroked and teased her body, his purrs growing deeper as it rubbed back in silent invitation. It was growing slicker with his seed lubricating it and he pushed hips forward, testing it, as the tip of his head slowly pressed inside. Tiffany made a choking sound as it nudged its way in but didn’t protest, she moaned softly when he put a bit more pressure behind the thrust, driving his hips forward bit by bit as the tight muscle sucked him a little deeper yet even as it resisted his entry. Pleasure shot up his cock from where that tight band gripped him and he gripped the back of her neck with one hand as his cum shot into her. It slickened his way so that he suddenly slid forward with a final stretch of resistance and pop as the head of his cock entered completely, the muscle closed tightly, hugging his cock beneath its head.

Barbasa paused for a moment and gasped as he fought for control. His cock was large even for a satyr and he did not wish to risk hurting his female. He eased forward, pressing his shaft deeper within her heat so that she choked and moaned all at once, her ass clenching deliciously around his length as it burrowed deeper within her. He grunted and growled in warning, bidding her to be still even as she lifted her ass, pullinghim deeper into clenching channel. He shook his head as he fought against the fugue of lust rising rapidly within him. There was a bite of taint to it that alarmed him even as he sank helplessly deeper within it.

His hips jerked, his cock thrusting firmly, and Tiffany cried out, the muscles inside her ass spasming harder around him, driving him with a wild pant to pull free, the head of his cock tapping briefly on her ass cheek before he growled and thrust eagerly in once again, stretching her ass around his cock in one long stroke until he was fully sheathed. He rocked forward and slowly pumped, something within him reaching a fever pitch as her body softened and welcome the plowing of his prick. He bent forward and traced his tongue along the muscles of her back, worshipping her beauty and strength as his hips kicked, pressing deep, claiming her as his cock continued to spew its precum, soaking into her and relaxing her muscles until he was able to glide smoothly and then faster with vicious snaps of his hips.

Her cries of pleasure filled his ears as her plump bottom grew redder from his pelvis smacking against it. He held her pinned in place, his claws lightly pricking her flesh as her soft cries of pleasure grew louder and filled his ears until his cock throbbed, the tightening pressure drawing tight like a band beneath and around his testicles pressing tightly against her vulva. Her juices bathed them with her scent, and she whimpered as the fur stroked back and forth over her dewy slit and clit so that her ass clenched rhythmically around her rising pleasure, squeezing and squeezing him.

Blow out a sharp breath, he drove deep within that tight clasp, his body slapping against her with the force of his rut, the sharp stimulation against his sac drawing him up higher and higher until he was lost in the sounds of breath and cries like the wordless of litany of some far-off song. He gripped her thigh with one hand, unable to relinquish his grip on the back of herneck and he held her immobile as he grunted over her, his hips swinging in frenzy as his cock stroked in and out of her until her ass leaked the frothing stream of his precum slipping around his shaft. He grinned at the sight as their mixed musk rose to his nose and adjusted his stance so that he thrust deeper with jerks that made her grunt reflexively as her entire body jerked beneath his hold.

Sweeter, his pleasure rose through him, gathering and licking through him as the fog over his mind danced like little crisp shard that blinded and confused him of everything except the need jackhammering within him. Barbasa growled and then bellowed as taut bands containing his orgasm finally snaped and whipped back through him an erotic sting that made his entire body jump, making his cock drive in one more, deeper than ever as her cry rose up and her muscles strained and rippled around him as she received him. His cock pulsed deeply, and his seed came with a hot rush, breaking through his every restraint to flood her. It dripped from her and then poured when his cock finally pulled free, the tip ruddy with his efforts. He stared at the cum spilling from her ass and his gaze dropped hungrily to her cunt.

His tongue stroked over his lower lip, and he gripped his cock in his hand as it jerked with renewed interest. He nearly lined it up with the wet little slit but paused long enough to stand and stumble over to the tub.

“Do not move,” he growled as he grabbed the washcloth and squinted suspiciously at the female until she weakly lifted one hand and waved in agreement.

The suspicion that rolled recklessly through him settled briefly and he grabbed the cloth to quickly wipe down his cock, cleaning it well for what he now had in mind. His cock hardened further within the cloth folding around it, giving up a small spray that he squeezed out into the fabric before tossing it back intothe tub. He rolled his shoulders as he stretched there before spinning toward his female with a possessive rumble.

As she had not moved from where he left her, he gave her hindquarters a fond smack in praise, squeezing the flesh as he tipped her ass higher to access her hot little cunt instead. He smirked down at it. Such a pretty cunt. Had he ever seen such a pretty little cunt? He shook his head in an attempt to clear it but groaned as his cock nudged its way forward and found its home quickly. He sank deep into that pulsing channel and a bloom of pleasure rushed up through his belly and her cunt tightened around him so that his head tipped back with the instinctive urge to breed rising hard and fast through him. His hips flexed and his body dropped over her, covering her as his hands sought and found her breasts. He massaged them with his fingers and plucked her nipples like the delicate strings of a harp as he began to thrust once more, playing the perfect notes of her body’s song of desire. A song that she echoed from her throat with every soft cry and whine, and every low sigh. His head was spinning, and he curled his hips in with every thrust in an attempt to stabilize himself as the entire world began whirl.

He felt as if he were falling but it just made him ride his female, his hips bouncing with the force of every thrust as she wailed beneath him, her sex clenching harder and tighter as she met his thrusts in their desperate coupling. His hooves scraped across the wooden floor, and he curled an arm around her to grip the bedding beneath them, holding her tighter to him as he rutted, his cock growing harder and thicker within her. It was swelling more than usual, and he knew that this was it as he felt his breeding seed engorge him, making him fuller and the head of his cock more swollen.

His flock. He needed to breed his flock. He panted against her flesh as his cock strained and jerked within her at every thrust. He was not even fully withdrawing now, unable totolerate being even the slightest bit free from her body but plunging deep and drawing back only slight to plunge deep again with quick, thumping movements made his female gush around him. He cries were half smothered by the bedding she was now biting down on. He was only distantly aware of the fact that she shoved the edge of the bedding between her teeth to muffle the screams of her orgasms as they came one after the other, shaky her little body even as her body sucked at him with every rhythmic pulse, but her restraint only made him growl longer and louder as he pierced the depths of her before bursting with a sharp explosion of senses that became lost in the white fog of his mind for a moment before sinking rapidly into darkness.

He was only distantly aware of a heavy crash of something large falling before all senses receded completely.

It was only by degrees that he slowly woke and blinked against the midday sun pouring through the window. Barbasa groaned from where he lay sprawled on the floor and lifted a hand the headache between behind his eyes and in the cranial bedding of his horns.

He groaned softly and rubbed. “Do not let me drink honey wine every again, my sweet,” he grumbled to his mate as he slowly pushed himself up to a seated position.

He had little doubt that she had been up for hours, probably laughing at him and flicking bits of food at his prone, drunken body while he was unconscious.

When there was no response, however, he frowned and cast a confused glance around. “Tiffany? Do not play games with me. Come out.”

Silence met his words, and he struggled to his feet as he drew in the scents of the room into his lungs. Stale food and his mate’s warm scent had grown cold... along with a mingle of male scents that invaded his room not too long ago.

Alarm prickling through him, Barbasa stumbled forward, flying out the room and down the stairs to the tavern floor, his eyes searching madly for any hint of his mate and the tavern keeper. Glegoth looked up from his ledger in surprise as he nearly flung himself against the desk, his claws scraping the wood as he stared at the dwarf with desperation.

“My mate, where is she?”

The dwarf frowned. “Your mate?” His expression suddenly cleared. “Oh, are you speaking of the pale little human you came here with? Some males carried here out of here in the early hours. Said that you sent for them to retrieve her as something she ate seemed to have made her ill.” His head cocked with a look of concern. “I do hope that poor girl is okay.”

Barbasa stumbled back from the desk, his hands going up to grip his horns as the taint flowed through him like venom, burning and whispering its taunt.

“Barbasa?” the dwarf’s voice shrank as it grew distant within his mind. “Barbasa, did you not send for them? Barbasa? What happened... where are you going?” Glegoth suddenly shouted as Barbasa sprung forward and raised out the door, a mad howl tearing from his throat.

He rushed out in the street with a snarl, only catching a glimpse of the two armor clad goblins before they jumped him and dragged him with brutal efficiency to the ground. Everything within Barbasa fought savagely, his souls shattering and crying for his mate beneath the murk of the taint.

“Tiffany!”

Chapter 17

Tiffany woke groggily, her stomach lurching. Her memory was fuzzy, but it was slowly trickling back into focus. Fuckers drugged her. She had been shaky, her body humming with pleasure and weak with satiated desire when Barbasa’s large body had slid off her and collapsed into a drunken snore on the ground. At first, she had thought it was funny and had peered at him from the edge of the bed as she imagined the fun she could have to teach him a lesson about drinking. It was strange because she had not seen him drink that much, or at very least it paled to the cups of hard cider that he had brewed in the shed. She had barely had a sip and even her head had been swimming dizzily. That had been her first hint that something was wrong until the trap had been sprung.

It had been one of the servers, a pretty, green, elvish looking male who had slipped in with a nervous expression followed by a group of men that she’d hoped to never see. Suddenly the tavern-keeper’s warning rang out clearly in her head when the men surrounded her, cutting off her escape. The rag that had covered her mouth and nose and a sharp acrid scent to it that had her plummeting into unconsciousness but not before realizing one important fact. It hadn’t been just a random group of human men visiting, nor was it the two idiots who had pursued her at the river. She never suspected that anyone would follow her so far—

“Ah, you’re awake. Good. It seems that we drugged you a little heavier than planned but we couldn’t have you making a sound and alerting anyone. Besides we needed you to look convincing as someone who suddenly became deathly ill. We just didn’t account for the fact that you would be out for so long.”

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