The satyr inside me pulls back, almost leaving me, and my hips cant up as far as they can in answer. Then he shoves himself in once more, invading farther, asking for me to make room for him. I moan and bury my face in the headrest as he yanks his cock out, then plunges into me again. His breaths come faster, and I’m writhing underneath him as that fat cock fills me ever fuller.
“Yes,” he mutters, gripping my hips as he fucks me. “Damn. I don’t think I can hold out for you, Sie—um, sweet thing.”
“Th-that’s okay,” I say as he pushes all the way in, as deep as I can take him. This time I let out a cry.
There it is. That’s how I’ve needed to get fucked for way, way too long. The satyr groans as he pumps his hips faster, sinking in as far as he can and then yanking back out, and I’m clutching the grips tightly in my hands.
“Ah, fuck, it’s so good,” the satyr moans helplessly, his hands now curling under the breeding bench. He’s going wild and I’m moaning under him, creeping closer and closer to my own orgasm, when suddenly?—
He’s filling, swelling, letting out animal-like grunts as he thrusts in deep, and then he bucks, moaning as he erupts inside me. I feel it trickle down my thigh as he pushes in again, groaning like he just ran a mile.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, petting my back as he stands up straight again. “You just felt too damn good.”
“Don’t worry,” says Mangelli. “It’s my turn. I’ll make sure she comes.”
“Ha,” says the grouchy one. “You sure about that?”
I don’t know what that means, but I shiver all over as the satyr inside me withdraws and a cascade of his cum slips down my thigh. I’m still shaking from how close I got. Then a hand brushes over my butt and hooves clack on the floor as the satyrs switch places.
“Hey there,” Mangelli says, now directly behind me. I’m still so wired from sex, though, that I whimper purely on instinct, wishing I were full again.
I hear clothes swish, and then two hands spread the cheeks of my ass apart.
“Please,” I say, my hips canting back. I need it. Especially from him.
“Oh?” I feel Mangelli position himself right where I need him, the head of his slippery cock nudging apart my folds. Then, with an irritating slowness, he eases through.
Damn, he’s even bigger than his husband, and I’m already so turned on that he slides in deep on his first thrust.
“Fuck,” Mangelli mutters. “You’re right, Be—I mean, honey.” He grunts. “This is awesome.”
Why is awesome the most on-brand thing he could have said?
He groans as he pulls back, almost withdrawing completely before he buries himself in me again. Each movement is deep and slow, thirsty yet restrained, as Mangelli huffs against my back. He pushes in at one angle, listens for my moan, and then tries again at a different angle until I’m straining against the straps holding me down.
I knew he’d be good at this.
Then he brushes over that spot, the one that drives me wild, and I let out a cry.
“Is that it?” Mangelli asks, moving shallowly to find it again. He slides in partway and then drags the head of his cock along my upper wall, which sends a shockwave of pleasure up my spine.
“Yes, that’s it,” I whine, my back bowing as he speeds up, now pinpointing that place that threatens to make me explode.
“So tight.” He’s moving faster now, striking that spot over and over. “Damn, I just want to drown in this pussy.”
I almost can’t hear him over the wind in my ears as my orgasm draws closer, until I’m plummeting into nothingness and sobbing out my bliss in the tiny white room.
“Yes,” Mangelli growls, leaning over me and pumping even faster as I come apart. “There we go. I’m going to fill you up again. You’re going to be stuffed with us. Grow a little fawn for us, right?”
“I will!” I nearly sob it as he pumps even faster, and now I’m so tight and everything is whirling around me at top speed.
Mangelli comes, slamming himself into me once, twice, before he finally slows down to a rest, panting. My skin feels electrified as he rubs my rear end soothingly.
“Thank you,” he says, gently withdrawing. “That was fucking great.”
Then I hear scuffling as he pulls his pants back on, and more clicking as he steps away.
I swallow. Now it’s time for the last one. The wild card.
