Hart's Desire
What is it about the summer that fills one with the strong, pulsing desire to copulate? The rich, starry nights, warm sensual breezes that touch every part of you? It was on such a night that Talric roamed the wood, intent on finding any sort of ready and willing male counterpart. Her luck had been low, and her desire running high, nearing desperation. She wasn't a terribly tall, or imposing figure, and in typical satyr build humanoid torso blended seamlessly with a pair of goat like legs. A braid gathered long, loose brown curls and bound them with a length of flowering vine. Horns curved down from her brow encasing small, pointed ears. She wore nothing but strategically placed grape leaves, though modesty was perhaps a concept foreign to the satyr, as she traipsed through the wood. Perseverance and the scent of fresh water brought her to a thin trickling stream, beside which she knelt, to soothe her dry throat. In cupped hands she raised the water above her head, letting the sweet rivulets drench face, lips and neck, skin prickling at the cold wetness. Hands soon followed, tracing the course of water over cheeks and lips, chin and throat. The satyr nibbled at her lips as fingers then crept over the grape leaves, which covered her breasts. Nothing being taboo to the satyr, masturbation was often a pleasant pastime. Fingers crept lower, touching the swelling flesh of her labia, parting the thick curling fur. Behind her a branch snapped, and she turned to see a large, proud hart, watching her. Glorious, the thought popped into Talric's mind, and at once, she new she knelt in the presence of pure majesty; a forest King. Beautiful head crowned in antlers, the size of which the satyr had never seen an equal to. Shaggy, golden coat, deep white beard, he took her breath away. Nostrils flared, head lowered, and the great Lord took a step towards her. Communication wasn't in thoughts so much as shared impressions. He'd interpreted her aroused scent as being in heat, and he'd come to claim her, to mate with her. Talric shivered with desire, leaning forward to put her hands into the moist loam of the earth, circling slightly as the large hart approached. Even as she watched, he began to change. Form remained powerful, but more humanoid in shape, with broad shoulders and torso, and flat belly, tapering into cervine hips and legs. Head remained that of the hart king. Forelegs turned into arms, and fore hooves into hands. His flesh was bare of fur from shoulders to belly. His shaft peeked partially erect from white furred sheath. Talric's flesh burned, her loins ached. She moved forward, on hands and knees, touching tongue tip almost reverently to his member. She teased him into full erection, caressing velvety skin with tongue and lips. She sensed his pleasure, his desire, as strong hands pulled at her hair, her horns, locking her head in place. But it wasn't enough for him and he was soon pulling her away, turning her about. Animal strength made her quiver with need as he knelt behind her, pushing her ropey tail aside with gruff tenderness. Fingers curled and tore at the turf beneath her as she opened her self to him, pushing into him urgently. Large engorged member pushed into her in a single, slick movement. She welcomed him, crying out softly as she moved into her, her flesh enveloping him. Again, and again he slammed into her with primitive passion. They coupled throughout the night, leaving Talric sore, satiated, and spent. She slept contentedly that night, curled beside the stream, only to awaken when the first weak rays of morning trickled down through the trees. She sat up, smiling at the lingering, fading raw pain to her loins and muscles. She looked about, seeing no trace of her exalted lover, but for a single crown of white rosebuds, beside her in the grass.