Chapter 1
Against all advice, Elena had taken a shortcut down the forest road.
It was the quickest and most efficient route to Estervale, and she put little stock in all those tales that the forest was full of monsters. Even if it were, Elena was a recent graduate of the Pregian Institute of the Arcane; if any monsters gave her trouble, she’d just incinerate them.
The forest was dense, lush and humid and alive with the sound of calling birds and the wind through the trees. At high noon, it was also oppressively hot even in the shade along the side of the road. The sound of rushing water was a welcome one, and Elena eagerly stepped off the path the moment she heard it, following it to its source: a small waterfall that fed into a wide, shallow pool.
Elena was covered in sweat and grime from the road; her curly auburn hair was, thanks to the heat and humidity, even more uncontrollable than usual. After only a moment’s consideration, she dropped her pack and stripped off her clothes. Her body was small and curvaceous, with a narrow waistline that accentuated her thick thighs and plush belly. In the week or so she’d been travelling, a multitude of freckles had flourished across her face and shoulders and the tops of her small, soft breasts.
Taking a breath to brace herself, Elena hopped into the pool. The water was cold, but not as cold as she’d feared, and within a few minutes her body had adjusted to the temperature. She splashed around the pool with thorough enjoyment, using her hands to scrub the sweat and road dust from her body and hair.
Clean and refreshed, Elena hauled herself back up onto the greenery that surrounded the pool and lay back in the soft moss, naked. The breeze was cool on her skin, gentle like a lover’s fingertips. Elena squeezed her thighs together around the faint tingling in her clit.
There was nobody around for miles; this was private enough.
Elena cupped one of her breasts, squeezing lightly. It was barely a handful, with rosy nipples that had risen in the chill of the pool and now stood out sharply against her soft skin. Her other hand slid down between her thighs to play lightly with her clit.
Pleasure swelled between Elena’s thighs, spreading up into the pit of her belly. Her clit throbbed more insistently, and Elena pressed harder, rubbing in firm circles. Her head fell back, eyes slipping shut as her hips rocked forward into her hand.
So far, Elena’s sexual experiences had been somewhat disappointing. The boys at the academy were nice, but nervous and polite to a fault; they all fucked her like they were scared to break her. She found herself thinking about the innkeeper at the tavern where she’d stayed last night—about his big hands and hairy arms, his broad frame and rounded belly. How would that belly feel on top of her, while he held her down and impaled her on his cock?
If only she’d worked up the nerve to approach him.
Elena’s eyes snapped open at the sound of something rustling through the trees. Her hand froze in place.
There were two men standing at the edge of the forest. No, not men; they had the legs of goats, and horns sprouting from their foreheads.
Satyrs.
“Don’t stop on our account,” one of them said with a wicked grin. “We were enjoying the show. Weren’t we, Gemon?”
The second satyr nodded and licked his lips. “That we were, Pithos.”
Both were of a type, stocky and heavyset, tanned and hairy on even the most human parts of their bodies, with brawny arms and barrel chests and soft bellies. The one—Pithos—kept his beard neat and trimmed, his long hair tied up and away from his face. The other—Gemon—was wilder, his beard long and scruffy, his fur a little tangled.
They stared at Elena with avid hunger in their eyes, and arousal flared hot between her thighs. Her hand began to move over her clit once more.
The two satyrs were naked, their bare cocks hanging thick and hard between muscular, furred legs. Elena had heard stories—that satyrs were perpetually aroused, that their lusts were insatiable. What would it be like, to fuck someone like that? To feel those fat cocks pumping inside her for hours and hours?
Elena threw her head back with a whine and shoved two fingers into her drooling cunt. The stretch of her opening around her own knuckles felt right, felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Needy whimpers escaped her lips as she fucked herself frantically on her own hand.
A shadow blocked the light overhead. One of the satyrs—Pithos—had knelt between Elena’s legs.
His big, meaty hand wrapped around Elena’s wrist, dragging her hand away from her cunt. Elena gasped in protest, but she wasn’t empty for long; two of Pithos’ fingers replaced them.
Elena moaned, sharp and ragged. Just two of the satyr’s fingers were thicker than any cock she’d ever taken, and her cunt strained around the welcome intrusion. With the hand around Elena’s wrist he guided her fingers to his mouth, sucking hungrily at the juices on her skin.
Pithos’ knuckles bumped and dragged against Elena’s insides as he pumped them roughly in and out, making Elena pant and squirm. He released his grip on her hand, her fingers now sucked clean, and bent low to crush his mouth against hers in a deep, licking kiss.
Elena tasted her own cunt on his tongue and groaned.
Pithos’ hand moved to cover one of her breasts, squeezing and mauling the soft flesh between his fingers. Elena whined and arched her hips into the motions of his hand between her legs; it was soaked to the wrist with her slick, the insides of her thighs similarly drenched.
Then Pithos’ fingers were gone, withdrawing from her cunt with a wet, sucking noise, and Elena sobbed into Pithos’ mouth at the loss. She thrust her hips up, desperate to be filled again.
“Hush, little whore,” Pithos cooed against her lips, “I have you.”
He reached down between them to grip his own cock and guided the fat head to Elena’s cunt, dragging heated flesh up between her slick lips to nestle at her twitching entrance. There was a feeling of blunt pressure, and then the heavy, straining sensation of his cock shoving inside.
Elena wailed, clutching at Pithos’ powerful shoulders as he groaned low in his chest and worked his cock into her with short, sharp thrusts. It was thicker even than his fingers, the biggest thing she’d ever taken. Her cunt struggled to open around it, stretched tight and thin as he speared relentlessly inside, his pulse throbbing against her aching walls.
“Such a sweet little cunny,” Pithos said, his chest bumping against hers as he panted, ragged and shallow. His cock drew back, Elena’s cunt clinging tight to every hot, hard inch, then slammed back in, splitting her wide once more. He thrust again, and again, his pace quick and brutal as Elena thrashed below him, overwhelmed with pleasure.
He was fucking her. A monster was fucking her, right there on the forest floor, and she loved it.
Pithos covered her body with his own and crushed her to the ground, slipping an arm around her back to hold her still as his hips pistoned into hers. His other hand still clutched her breast, his bruising grip a delightful counterpoint to the hot, hammering pressure of his fat cock inside her. He bent his head to lick the sweat from Elena’s neck, then set his teeth there and bit down hard, sucking a mark into her freckled skin as he grunted and groaned with every pounding thrust.
Electric sensation shot through Elena’s body: her arching hips, her straining cunt, her throbbing clit. She threw her head back and, through tears of pleasure, recognized a second shape looming over her.
Gemon knelt only a few feet away, stroking his own cock. His mouth hung open as he watched his friend fuck her.
Elena’s orgasm hit sudden and hard. She squealed, arching up against Pithos’ body as her thighs and belly twitched and trembled. Her cunt clenched tight around the hard, immovable weight of Pithos’ cock inside her.
Pithos groaned with delight and didn’t slow his pace at all, fucking her just as hard as she wailed and writhed beneath him, his cock dragging relentlessly through her fluttering, oversensitive cunt.
Gemon made a hungry noise in his throat and moved closer. “Make room, Pithos.”
Pithos grunted a reply and leaned back onto his heels, wrapping both hands around Elena’s hips to hold them up as he continued to thrust between them. Gemon knelt behind Elena’s head, one hand on her neck to tilt it back, and guided the flushed, dripping head of his cock to her lips. “Suck it,” he growled.
