Enticed by the Satyr (Kindred Tales)

“How much lower do you want me to kiss, lovely one?” he murmured. “Here?” Dipping his head, he kissed her chest.

“Lower,” Mia begged softly.

“Here?” Lifting his eyebrows, Storn kissed the top of one breast, loving the way the soft mound felt against his lips.

Mia’s breath stuttered in her throat and the scent of her desire grew stronger.

“Lower!” she whispered. “Please, Storn, you know what I need!”

Indeed, he did. Ducking his head, Storn took her taut nipple into his mouth. He loved the way she moaned and arched her back as he tugged gently at the tender peak, loved the way she moaned and writhed under him.

“Oh, Storn!” she gasped, arching her back. “Oh, that feels so good.”

Storn felt his shaft, which was always semi-erect, because of the slender but strong bone inside it, begin to get even harder. If he wasn’t careful, he would begin to unsheathe. But he couldn’t stop himself from giving her pleasure, couldn’t stop himself from sucking her other tight nipple as he pinched and tugged lightly on the first one, making Mia moan and beg for more.

“Lower!” she gasped. “Please…lower.”

Storn let her tight peak slip from between his lips. Looking up at her, he growled,

“How much lower do you want me to kiss, lovely one?”

“M-much lower,” Mia stuttered. Her voice was shaking with uncertainty but there was a look of determination and need in her beautiful hazel eyes. Bravely, she opened her thighs, baring her soft, smooth little pussy for him. “Lower,” she repeated. “You know what I need, Storn.”

Gods…seeing her open herself for him was almost too much! A surge of heat went through him and Storn was certain that at least the head of his shaft must have left its sheath.

He knew he probably shouldn’t do this. Even tasting her a little bit at the Halloween party had made him so hard and ready it had been difficult to keep from bonding her right then and there. Also, tasting a female was a signal to his body that bonding wasn’t far behind—which in this case, wasn’t true, Storn reminded himself sternly. But the sight of her soft, smooth pussy with the outer lips parting to reveal the sweet, pink interior, already glistening with her juices, was too much to refuse.

“Lower?” he growled, looking into Mia’s eyes. “You want me to kiss you lower—to taste your sweet, soft little pussy until you come for me. Is that right, lovely one?”

“Oh…” She shifted her hips, nibbling her lower lip as her cheeks flushed with shame and need. “Yes, I…that’s what I want,” she whispered at last. “Please, Storn…”

“You don’t need to beg me,” Storn told her. “Tasting you will be my pleasure, beautiful Mia.”

Ducking his head, he began planting soft kisses down her quivering belly—he liked teasing her, he thought. Liked making her wait a little for the pleasure he was going to give her.

When he finally settled between her legs, he spread her thighs wide and placed a kiss on the top of her mound. Gods, she was so smooth and soft and she smelled so good! Storn thought he could almost come from her sweet fragrance alone.

His mouth watered to taste her, but he wanted to make this last. Starting at her knee, he slid his tongue down her inner thigh, feeling her jump and quiver as he reached the soft place where her thigh met her body. He nuzzled her there for a moment, marking her with his scent, before going across to her other leg and doing the same thing.

“Oh…oh, please!” Mia begged breathlessly. Her hips moved in helpless little circles, seeking what she needed so badly.

Storn growled softly, his own desire outstripping his wish to tease her. She smelled so good and her soft pussy was calling to him, begging for a kiss, begging to be spread open and licked, invaded by his tongue, teased until she came for him, came all over his face…

Pressing his lips to her soft little cunt, he kissed her there—kissed her as though he was kissing her mouth. Mia moaned and quivered under him, her hips twitching as she begged mutely for more.

Then her hands came down on his horns and Storn felt a shiver of pure lust go through him as her touch ignited the receptors in their curving sides. Oh Gods, if only she knew what she did to him when she stroked them and tugged on them that way! It was almost like she was stroking his shaft, which was really close to unsheathing now. Sparks of pleasure coursed through him as Mia pulled and tugged, using his horns to guide him to where she needed him most.

Storn liked this almost as much as he liked her touch. He loved that she was taking charge, telling him what she needed, guiding him to where she wanted him to go.