Page 8 of Bred By the Satyrs


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I played my cards and won. Plus, I get a down payment on my house, and a fun new thing to try for the cam.

But the one who’s going first isn’t Mangelli. It’s one of his husbands, who I can’t see, and who has a slightly higher voice. His finger is gentle on my clit as he samples me. I wonder if all of them are gay or if this one’s bisexual, because he sure knows what he’s doing as he circles and rubs me. I twitch and gasp as he works steadily, while the other two in the room remain perfectly silent.

You could hear a pin drop besides my gasping breaths.

Then the stranger’s other hand squeezes my ass. I hear him lick again, and a wet finger returns to my labia. He rubs with his forefinger and middle finger, just the outside of me, like he’s testing me out.

“You’re taking a long time,” says a gruffer voice in the room. That must be the third satyr, Mangelli’s other husband.

“Be patient,” says the one behind me. “I know what I’m doing.”

And he does, gently pushing one of his fingers inside me while he continues rubbing my clit. The invasion is welcome, a perfect counterpoint to his attentions elsewhere. He thrusts it in deeper, then withdraws before pressing it inside me again. My gasps are escalating as he rubs and teases and flicks.

“Hmm, miss?” I hear him say, and his hand pauses. “May I ask you a question?”

I almost laugh at him calling me miss. “Yes?”

“Would you mind if I touched your ass, too?”

What? That wasn’t on the sheet. Instantly, my pussy clenches around his finger, and I feel a gust of breath across my exposed lower back.

Oh, do I love butt stuff. That’s why I always do it on cam, and why my viewers always ask for it—because I get really into it.

“S-sure.” That finger inside me starts moving again, and so does the one on my clit. “If you want.”

“I want,” he answers immediately.

“Is that necessary?” the gruff voice asks again.

Who is this guy? He’s kind of a Debbie Downer.

“For me it’s necessary,” the satyr with the higher voice answers. I like how horny he is, Mangelli’s husband. It makes me curious about him.

That’s when I feel it: his breath against my skin as he leans down and licks me, right there on my asshole. His tongue roughly brushes over it, and I lurch forward at the sensation. I didn’t quite know what he meant, but now I do.

At once, he attacks me in all three places, and I don’t even notice when my gasps became moans. The stranger shoves his tongue inside me, sweeping it around, all while he finger fucks me. I did not come prepared for this, but I’m very happy with the outcome.

“Fuck,” I hear him mutter. “So good.”

Then he licks even more fiercely, his fingers pumping in and out of my wet pussy, and it’s only moments before I’m shaking and my climax is bearing down on me like a tidal wave. I moan and thrash as it hits me, and the satyr is still thrusting his fingers into me. Finally, I come to a rest, and he slows down.

“I think she’s ready,” Mangelli says, and I clench again at just the sound of his voice.

There’s a slurping noise as the fingers pull free, and I hear the click of a hoof as the satyr behind me stands up straight. Then comes the snap of the bottle of lube, not that I need it, and a slicking sound as he covers himself with it.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks, leaning forward so his shadow covers me. His lubed-up cock lands on the crease of my ass and he slowly drags it downward. “One of us is going to put a fawn in you today.”

“I’m ready,” I say, my voice shaky. Then I feel it—that thick cock pushing through my outer folds. When it slips through, I inhale sharply because it’s a tad bigger than I expected, and it feels so damn good after how much he riled me up.

“Shit,” I hear him whisper. “You feel incredible.”

But he’s only barely inside me! I wriggle, wanting more, and in response, he pushes in deeper. I moan this time, stretched open like this, and I feel another hot gust of breath on my back.

“I don’t want to go off too soon, but I might not have a choice,” he says, I think speaking to one of the other satyrs.

“Do your best,” says Mangelli. “But don’t spare anything. You know where it all goes.”

I shudder all over.