Page 31 of Shiver Me Satyr

“My bed is through that door—”

“Sh—” He puts his finger over my lips. “The only women who fuck in bed are whores and wives. When I take you in a bed, it will be as my wife. Don’t ask for things you aren’t ready for.”

I nod, but he doesn’t care as he wrestles off my short pants. With his hand pressing my pelvis to the table, he unlaces his pants. They fall to his knees, and I get my first glimpse of Flint—red, long, and twice the girth I remember a man should be…but Flint isn’t a man…he’s a satyr.

So it is true! Satyr barbs shine under the head as he strokes himself. The purple bumps bend with each motion, so I don’t fear what they will do to my insides. Wanton curiosity fills my mind with lustful thoughts and my mouth with drool. He stops when a bead of white liquid rests on the top. I open wide when he lifts it to my lips on his thumb. Sucking enthusiastically, I learn his flavor and try to impress him with my mouth.

“I love that little mouth and that naughty tongue already, Betts. Those eyes had me first, but your dairy calls my attention today. I want to worship this belly that will grow round with my kids someday; I want to feel your legs hold onto me—tighter than the bonds of any holy marriage. Deeper and deeper, I fell in love with all of you from head to toes, and now, outside andin—” He grunts on the last word as he pushes his cock into my awaiting heat. My body resists the invasion, but he bottoms out on the first stroke.

I freeze when I realize he’s not moving. The horrified look on his face is more frightening than my worst nightmare. Sweat drips from his brow as he holds himself still against the onslaught of sensations and passion.

“What’s wrong?” My insecurities bubble to the surface.

“You screamed, so I—"

“Betts! Betts! Captain! Captain!” Chub, Eze, and four other hearties burst into the room. They skid to a stop just inside the threshold to take in the scene.

“Go! Go! Go!” I yell with all the frustration I’ve held inside for years fueling my voice. Chub reanimates himself first and pushes the other nutmegs from the room. The door slams. Irish brogue colors Chub’s words as he yells at the crew to stay away from the map room and Captain’s Quarters until I say so.

“Not you!” I yell at Flint as he backs away from the table, sliding those barbs along every delicious inch of my marriage channel on the withdraw. Fire flashes in my eyes as I bare my teeth. “If you don’t finish what you started, I swear I’ll tie you to a chair and take it myself!”

“Aye, aye, Captain!” His eyes sparkle with mirth as he pets my legs about his waist, where they threaten to squeeze him in two. His large hand plants next to my head. I grab his wrist for connection. His other one wraps around my thighs for leverage. Our reconnection is brutal, and I can’t help but cry out once more.

Chuckles resonate from the opposite side of the door.

The table bangs a steady rhythm on the planks as it rocks across the floor. My chin hits my chest with the force of the bouncing. My breasts bob and sway until he grabs one in a punishing grip. I hold onto his arms for dear life. The table crashes into the wall. Splinters rain over us. I turn my head to the side to avoid the debris.

“Don’t stop,” I cry. We can puncture a hole in the blasted wall for all I care. Flint’s hips snap in double time. His hair is loose from its leather tie and flicks sweat over my body as if painting me as his.

My back arches to collect all that he offers. I let my inhibitions go and squeeze my knees to meet him thrust for thrust. His barbs rub that special spot deep within my heat. Our eyes meet. I don’t let go, keeping his focus by grabbing his chin in my hands. His eyes cross with pleasure, but I don’t let him retreat behind his eyelids.

“If you’re with me, you must know it’s everything. I want your tousled, sweaty, cross-eyed, messy self, coated in dirt and wood chips. Your worst moments are now mine. If I wanted perfect, I’d never leave my dreams. Only give yourself to me if you’re prepared to take all of me, because I want all of you,” I state as he rushes toward his climax.

“I love you,” he yells as he coats my insides with his seed. His hip thrusts slow in erratic bursts. He reclaims the hand by my head, shaking it free from my grasp. Still pumping into me, he thumbs my clit in aggressive circles. “Peak for me. Suck all my seed into your little body and let it seep into who you are…because even if you hate it…you belong to me.”

His filthy words set me free, and I climax again. If Flint has been reborn of Hybris, maybe I can have a rebirth from the misery I brought upon myself. Blimey, the dairy chaser was rightafter all. He made my wish come true. I haven’t felt this carefree since I had tentacles. Who knew my future home wasn’t under the sea, but in his arms?

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Flint

If I had my paints, I’d paint her just like this. Oh, my paintings are ugly, but that never stopped me from dabbling—especially when faced with a stunning subject. I fucked the fire out of her and the feminine softness left behind is the most gorgeous sight my eyes have seen. Her hair covers half the table in snarls like flames. Swollen, red lips curve in a distant smile under the crescents of her eyelashes against her flushed cheeks. Her arms extend over her head, making it too tempting to grab her wrists and subject her to another round.

The mind wants it…but the body is too spent.

“Are you going to stare at me with your pants around your knees all day?”

“Yes,” I reply, holding my gaze on my seed dripping from her body.

“Oh, um, I have a party to clean up,” she whispers, drawing her knees to her chest. Their glide against my flanks is too brief.

I growl at the way she closes herself off from my gaze. Of course, the one I choose is the only female who doesn’t preen under my gaze. Bettina’s shyness and insecurities about her body open a part of me that I don’t know if I can control. I must convince her that the rest of me—the civilized part—alsoloves her and wants a future with her. She’s the one. I know it. I hoped that she’d know it too after what we just shared, but the embarrassed redness of her cheeks, neck, and chest says otherwise.

“If you would gather the pawns and maps, the table will need a thorough scrubbing before the reset,” she whispers as she slides off the table. She winces at the wet smear she leaves behind. It’s adorable how she shields her nipples with her arm and hugs her breasts to her chest in modesty. Everyone aboard has seen them, but now that I’ve suckled them, I’m in a different category. She walks backward to the connecting door to the captain’s quarters, and fumbles with the knob behind her back.

She’s going to bolt.

“Oh no you don’t,” I say, crossing the room and pulling her away from the door by her elbows. Her little frown and furrowed brow stir my passions once more. “Don’t you dare run. I let you go and process our first kiss because we were in a fight for our lives. I let you go last night when all I wished for was another kiss from you because you were overwhelmed. I’ll be damned if I’m going to clean up the evidence of what we just shared while you erase my claim on your body. You don’t get to walk away from this and pretend like nothing happened.”

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