Page 18 of Sating the Satyr

My eyes flutter as my head drops to the bedding, but his hand is there to catch it, guiding me back to watch us in the mirror. With my eyes locked on us, he moves it to clasp around my throat, occasionally giving it a squeeze. I praise him in my head for at least doing it correctly and not crushing my windpipe, letting him remain in control. Something has come alive in him tonight, and I am finally seeing the real him. He’s charming, caring, and deeply passionate. My eyes go glossy, making him pause.

“Color?” His tone was concerned but firm. That’s my satyr.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about it all.” Fylis tilts his head in confusion, hands moving to stroke my back softly.

“I’m not that bad that you’re stuck in your head, am I?” He questions while giving me a half-playful look.

“No, of course not! I’m just happy. So happy.” I snake a hand back to caress his knee behind me, and he kisses my shoulder, soft and slow. His own eyes were glossy now. This feels right. Fylis feels right.

“Good.” He thrusts again, making me pull my hand forward to support myself with the force. “Because I’m not done until you’re seeing stars and begging me to stop.”

***

After a few orgasms, we pass out in a hot, sweaty pile of limbs, fur, and hair. Thirst pulls me from my sleep at an ungodly hour. Fylis gently snores as I sneak out of bed and into the kitchen, not even budging when I slip back into bed. Stifling a giggle as I watch a bead of drool drip onto his pillow. Hey, power thrusting takes a lot out of you, and Fylis did keep his promise. Snuggling up to him, I trace circles over his chest, trying to fall back asleep.

The moment my eyes finally close, his alarm blares near our heads.

“Shit. It’s Monday, isn’t it?” He grumbles before turning the noise off. Fylis leaves the bed but tucks me in. “Stay. Make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a few hours. I only have two lectures today.” Kissing me on the forehead, he enters his bathroom to get ready.

I sit up in his bed watching him as he grooms himself, the ritual, I assume, never varying. When he enters the bedroom again, tossing a sweatshirt over his head, I giggle. “No shower?”

“Don’t want to wash your scent off of me. Shower with me later?” He’s at my side again, crashing his lips onto mine. I could get used to this.

“There’s food in the kitchen, help yourself. I gotta get going or Burgess will give me the third degree.” He shuffles about gathering his things, and I can’t help but admire him. I used to think he was rigid and stuffy, but he’s passionate about what he does. With one last kiss, he leaves me in his space.

My curiosity, of course, gets the better of me, and I can’t help but do some light snooping. When I come across his class schedule, I get an idea. Digging through my bag, I find a plaid skirt, slipping it on while intentionally forgoing panties. Moving to his closet, I borrow a simple button-down shirt, tucking it in nicely but leaving the top few buttons undone. Quickly fixing my makeup and braiding my hair down my back, I smirk in the mirror. Perfect.

Tidying up the bedroom before I go, I snatch up one of Fylis’s old briefcases, tossing a few choice items into it. Now I’m ready.

Chapter 20

Fylis

The class shuffles out as the next group comes in. I peer at the clock, counting down the moments until I can be with her again. Clicking onto the presentation to start it over, I begin as the room fills with silence.

“Welcome, class. You will be tempted, throughout this next unit, to cling to your species’ customs. Don’t. Let them fall away. Let new questions gnaw at your spine.” As I turn around, I’m greeted by a familiar face, and my dick reacts before I do.

Jade smiles smugly at me from the front row, in a short plaid skirt, her leg draped elegantly over the other as a hint of cheek pokes out. Fuck me. Stumbling on my words, I subtly adjust myself.

“Today, we will hear from a variety of species and their customs. I implore you to take detailed notes and come up with some questions that we will explore.” I move back behind my desk to start the series of interview videos for the class, turning the lights off. When I sit, Jade parts her legs, showing me her soft pink cunt. My mouth salivates and my tail wags violently, making me turn the volume up on the video to hide the sound. She plays the part of a diligent student, taking notes as she flashes me. I palm my dick through my fur to relieve some of the pressure building.

Turning my focus onto my laptop, I return a few emails while the following video plays. When I look up, Jade is chewing on a pen while her other hand snakes down towards her skirt. Fuck. Her eyes meet mine in a challenge as she slips her fingers inside of herself. When she retracts them, they glisten, and suddenly I am dying of thirst. She grins at me before turning her attention back to the video, but not before licking her fingers clean. Gods, she makes me feral. My cock begs for attention, and I’m almost tempted to allow it out and give it a few strokes to calm myself.

Thankfully, the final video ends, and the lights come back up. Unfortunately, a wet spot has formed on my fur that’s noticeable. Remaining seated, I decide to let the class go a few minutes early.

“I hope you all took sufficient notes. Go home and ask yourself what customs your species has and how they have evolved over time. See you tomorrow.” A few students whoop as the sounds of backpacks and papers being packed away crescendo. I sip at my coffee, remaining in place as Jade walks up to my desk.

“Professor Thistlehorn, can I trouble you with a few questions?” She bats her eyes at me and I choke. The sound draws a few eyes towards us. Ada looks over confused, but leaves with a young minotaur.

“Of course, Jade. Why don’t you join me in my office, and I’ll be happy to answer those burning questions to your satisfaction.” I eye her up and down with a hungry growl before packing my things up. “Follow me.”

We step out of the lecture hall, Jade trailing obediently at my heels. As fate would have it, Burgess strolls by in the opposite direction.

“Hey, Fylis! Good to-”

He stops short the moment he spots her.

“Hello, Jade,” he says, a slow, knowing wink accompanying his words before he saunters off down the corridor.