Enticed by the Satyr (Kindred Tales)

As she pressed one tight nipple to his lush lips and moaned as he sucked the tender tip into his hot mouth, Mia felt like a teenager all over again. She felt the excitement and desire she’d been denied for years welling up in her as Storn circled the tight little bud with his tongue and then drew on it hard, sucking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could.

She began to feel like she was on the edge of something—something huge. A precipice was looming before her, one that she had never seen before—never felt before. But to her frustration, Mia found that she couldn’t…quite…reach it.

“Please,” she moaned, as Storn switched to her other nipple and started sucking. “Please, I feel so…so…” But she couldn’t find the right word.

Slowly, Storn let her nipple slip from between his lips.

“So needy?” he suggested softly, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. “As though you’re on the edge but you can’t quite jump off?”

Mia was surprised to hear him articulate her feelings so well.

“How…how did you know?” Her words were ragged, her pulse racing.

“As I said before, I can smell your desire,” he murmured. “And it is growing stronger. Would you like me to help you, Mia? Help you reach the edge and jump off? Help you find the pleasure and release you seek?”

“How…how would you…?” she began.

“Like this.” One big, warm hand was suddenly under the skirt of her dress, cupping her pussy. Of course, Mia had on panties—just some plain cotton ones—but she could feel how hot and wet she was as he touched her.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, pressing herself against him, rubbing against his long fingers. She knew she was being extremely forward—acting like a slut, as Hank would have said—but she couldn’t seem to help it. She needed this! Maybe she’d been needing it all her life without even knowing it, she thought. And finally she had found a man who was willing to give it to her—who wanted to bring her pleasure instead of just using her body for his own gratification while giving none back in return.

“I will take that for a yes,” Storn murmured, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “But what are these strange undergarments you wear? Why do you cover your sex in this way?”

“For…for modesty’s sake, I guess,” Mia panted. “I…I can take them off, if you want.”

“No need—I think I have found the way inside.”

Long fingers traced the elastic waistband of her panties and then he was sliding inside them and cupping her bare pussy in his big, warm hand.

“Ohhh!” Mia moaned, rubbing herself shamelessly against him. “Oh yes, Storn, please.”

“Gods, so hot and wet and smooth,” he breathed, a look of wonder coming over his face. “You only have a little patch of curls at the top and then the rest of your soft little pussy feels so bare.”

Mia felt her cheeks getting hot at his frank assessment.

“You…you like it?” she whispered.

“I more than like it,” Storn assured her, his deep voice slightly hoarse. “May I stroke inside you, Mia? May I explore your soft, smooth little pussy?”

She loved the way he asked permission—loved the way he gave without taking.

“Yes,” she whispered, rubbing against him. “If…if you’ll keep kissing my breasts while you do.”

Storn’s eyes went half-lidded.

“That would be my pleasure, lovely one,” he murmured. “Come here and let me suck your sweet nipples while I stroke your soft little pussy.”

Mia bit her lip as his naughty words sent another bolt of desire through her. Hank had never talked during sex—he only grunted. She loved the way Storn was telling her what he wanted to do to her.

“Yes,” she moaned as she pressed one tight nipple to his mouth. She couldn’t believe she was being so forward—couldn’t believe she was doing this with a man she’d only just met that night. Well, if you didn’t count the dreams, that was. But it felt so good—so new and exciting and right—she couldn’t seem to stop herself.

And then, Storn’s long fingers parted her outer pussy lips and she felt them slip into her slippery, inner folds. He found the aching bud of her clit at once and began to circle it making Mia gasp and buck against him.

The firm but delicate way he touched and explored her was new for her. Hank had never touched her like this—he had never cared to know where she liked to be touched. And Mia had never touched herself either.

She’d been raised in a strict house, where masturbation was considered a sin and your “private parts” were only for your husband after you got married. So having the big Satyr Kindred explore her this way was a new and heady experience—not to mention intensely erotic.

“Oh!” she gasped, as Storn continued to stroke and circle the throbbing button at her center. “Oh, Storn, I…I think…I feel like…like I’m getting to that edge you were talking about!”