I felt my face flush. "I guess I am a bit overwhelmed."
"Nothing wrong with that." Darius leaned back, his arms stretching along the edge of the pool. One of them rested just behind my shoulders, not quite touching me. "Everyone starts somewhere. What brought you here tonight?"
I thought about Grimbolc and his invitation. "A werewolf I met gave me a card."
"Ah." Darius nodded knowingly. "Grimbolc, I assume? White fur, amber eyes, looks like he could bench press a car?"
"You know him?"
"Everyone knows Grimbolc." Darius's hand drifted closer to my shoulder. "He's something of a regular. Has a talent for finding newcomers who might appreciate our little sanctuary."
I felt a flutter of disappointment. "So he does this often? Invites strangers here?"
Darius must have heard something in my voice because his expression softened. "Not as often as you might think. He's selective. If he invited you, he saw something special."
Before I could respond, Darius's fingers brushed against my shoulder, sending a small shiver through me despite the warmth of the water. "Would you like some company while you explore tonight? No pressure, just... a friendly guide."
I looked at him. His face was handsome in a classical way, with high cheekbones and full lips. His chest was toned and hairless, transitioning to that soft brown fur below his navel. And between his goat-like legs, I could see his cock beginning to stir beneath the water's surface.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, my voice huskier than I'd intended.
Darius smiled, his fingers now tracing small circles on my shoulder. "Whatever you're comfortable with. We could talk, watch others together, or..." his hand dipped below the water, finding my thigh, "I could help you relax."
My cock twitched at his touch. It had been so long since anyone had touched me like this. Months of solitary patrols and nights alone with only my fantasies for company had left me starved for contact.
"I think I'd like that," I whispered.
Darius's smile widened. Without another word, he shifted closer, his hand sliding up my thigh until his fingers brushed against my now fully hard cock. I gasped at the contact, my hips involuntarily rising toward his touch.
"Sensitive," he observed, wrapping his fingers around my shaft. "I like that."
He began to stroke me slowly under the water, his experienced hand finding a rhythm that had me biting my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. His other hand came up to cup my face, turning it toward him.
"May I kiss you?" he asked, his breath warm against my lips.
I nodded, and he closed the distance between us. His lips were softer than I expected, moving against mine with a practiced skill that made my toes curl. When his tongue slipped into my mouth, I tasted something sweet, like honey and herbs.
As we kissed, his hand continued its work beneath the water, occasionally twisting or changing pressure in ways that sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. I reached for him, my fingers finding his chest, exploring the firm muscles there.
"Would you like to go somewhere more private?" Darius murmured against my lips.
I hesitated. Part of me wanted to stay right here, to experience everything this main room had to offer. But another part, the part currently throbbing in Darius's skilled hand, wanted more.
"Not yet," I decided. "I want to stay here a little longer."
Darius nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Then let me make you feel good right here."
Before I could respond, he shifted, moving to kneel between my legs in the shallow pool. The water came up to just below his chest as he positioned himself, his hands on my thighs spreading them wider.
"Is this okay?" he asked, looking up at me with those mischievous eyes.
"Yes," I breathed, hardly believing what was about to happen.
Without breaking eye contact, Darius lowered his head below the water's surface. I felt his mouth engulf me, hot and wet and perfect. His lips sealed around my shaft as his tongue worked magic along the underside. I gripped the edge of the pool, my head falling back as a moan escaped my lips. I couldn't believe I was getting blown by a satyr in a public pool while othermonsters and men watched and engaged in their own activities around us.
Darius came up for air, water streaming down his face as he grinned at me. "You taste good," he said, one hand continuing to stroke me underwater. "Better than I expected."
I couldn't form words, just nodded dumbly as he dove back down. His mouth found my dick again, and this time his hands cupped my ass, lifting me slightly for better access. The sensation of his tongue swirling around my cock had me gasping. I'd received blowjobs before, but never like this. There was something different about his mouth. Perhaps it was the slight roughness of his tongue or the way he seemed to intuitively know exactly where to apply pressure. Either way, it wasincredible.
