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Satyr And The Nymph
(Kelly Addams)

"What am I doing here?"

Sara opened her eyes and blinked against the bright sun overhead.

"Why do you ask such a question?" The voice was bestial, little more than grunts and squeaks and snuffling, yet she understood as clearly as if she were being spoken to in English.

"Who are you?" she raised a hand against the sun and heard a deep chuckling as a dark shape stalked closer to where she lay.

"Now that is a fine question to ask your lover," he laughed, "Or are you trying to say that rutting with me is not memorable?"

Rutting, lover? Sara touched her stomach before moving down to her unnaturally hairy mound. She was naked again, and as her eyes adjusted to the glare she understood that the voice of her lover belonged to one of the half goat beasts she had seen before.

"You are a Faun?" she questioned as she eased herself up onto an elbow and studied him in greater detail.

"Faun, indeed," he spat irritably, "I give you my best and you choose to insult me!"

"Sorry," Sara lowered her eyes as the beast stood before her sporting an erection that wouldn't have looked out of place sprouting from a donkey, "I know this is probably going to sound crazy to you, but I really don't know how I got here... I don't even know where here is, I don't know you... sorry, but don't feel too bad about that because I haven't got a clue who I am either... at least not anymore."

"Such confusion!" he shook his head, "But I can answer a few of your questions. I, my dear, am not a stinking snivelling Faun... I am a Satyr, like the Faun I am half human and half goat, but the race of Satyr are dominant, we are stronger, faster, better lovers... and of course the chosen mates for your breed."

"Humans?" Sara gasped, her confusion doubling.

"Don't be so stupid," the Satyr spat, "Why would you call yourself human, the weakest part of me, the part I would dearly love to purge... why would a proud Nymph wish to lower herself so?"

"Nymph?" Sara whispered, "I'm a Nymph?"

"Well what else would you be?" the Satyr chuckled and strode to her side displaying his swollen cock.

"It's beautiful," Sara whispered before clasping a hand across her mouth, "I mean, very impressive!"

Fuck I'm horny! The words swirled around inside her mind as the long penis bobbed inches from her face. This Satyr thing is so fucking ugly, and hairy, I mean he's half animal for fucks sake... so why do I want him so badly, why do I want to grab that thing and suck it like there's no tomorrow?

"You are beautiful," he replied and nudged the oozing end of his cock against her cheek, "As beautiful today as the very first day that I met you... all those years ago!"

Sara shook her head, of course they had never met, they weren't even meeting now. That's it, I passed out again, I'm on the cottage floor right now... and unless I'm very mistaken that randy agent George is probably still fingering me!

But for a dream, this feels very real! The cock pressed again against her cheek, and filled with a sudden wickedness Sara turned her head and opened wide to draw the pointed tip between her teeth so her tongue could work around the end tasting the saltiness of his oozing excitement.

"Good Nymph!" he laughed as she sucked powerfully and clasped his length with both hands, "It seems you are beginning to remember your rightful place!"

This is the right place, she groaned silently, he was so powerful, so arrogant and masterful... of course she should be on her knees before him. I'm a plaything she sighed as his pre-cum dribbled onto her tongue, I'm a Nymph, this is what I was born to do, I was born to satisfy him.

"Take me Lord." Sara whispered as she turned away from his cock and dropped forward onto her hands. Beneath her palms and knees green grass crushed and filled her senses with the aroma. Every sense was heightened, she could smell him behind her, wild, unwashed... she smelled his arousal as clearly as she scented her own. Sara groaned and eased her knees apart as she pushed her ass back toward him, inviting, almost begging.

"I will take you," he whispered as he stepped forward on crooked hairy legs and guided his impossible length into her willing snatch. "I will take you here, now, in this world of dreams... and I will take you later, I will take you in reality, I will expect you to return to me."

"But I really don't know you... honestly I don't!" she cried as he drove his length deep and laughed at her distress.

"Yes you do," he chuckled, "And when you awake your memory will be restored, you will know me, you will remember me as surely as I remember you... the scent of your arousal is something that I can never forget."