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**Demon Root

Part 1**

Written by Leo_Todrius and NioSatyr

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Almost every culture in Myrkwyn revered nature to one degree or another. Nature was the source of life, both literally and figuratively. It provided water and food, the bounty of the harvest, the concept of renewal and rebirth and being part of something greater. Despite that, nearly every culture had also come to the conclusion that the forest in the northwest of the continent was a dark and dangerous place to be avoided. There were still trails that led into the woods, though few, if any, ever traveled them. The reverence of nature was replaced with a respectful avoidance by most beings. That being said, Delric was not most beings.

The twenty four year old crossed a vast field of overgrown grass, his cool blue eyes scanning the horizon dominated end to end with the trees that made the outer boundary of the dark forest. The ranger had traveled all over Myrkwyn but the passages back home to Frostmire were no longer accessible. The only hope was to forge a new path through the one area that no one wanted to venture through. His raven black wavy hair fell down to the nape of his neck, just shy of brushing over his bluish-grey tunic. Even with all his travels, his skin still held a bit of the pale visage of his home. It was enough to make him stand out in a crowd in the rare times he bothered to stay in town.

Well worn leather boots hugged Delric’s feet as he walked. They had been softened by every weather known to man and elf without wearing out, as constant a companion as the ranger had ever known. As he approached the edge of the dark forest, a heavy wind picked up. The grasses whipped about in rippling waves while the branches of the trees swayed in a slower oscillation. It sounded like the soft crash of waves across a sandy shore, though some of the tree branches groaned and moaned. Delric looked up, spotting storm clouds rolling across the mountain range. They broiled and churned, though they didn’t seem to be headed directly over the forest. Even the weather seemed to want to avoid the place.

Delric continued, brushing a lock of his dark hair out of his face as he found the forgotten path. It was like a hairline scar bisecting the field, trodden just enough that the grass had opted not to grow in and replace it. Delric knew he’d have to forge his own path at some point but if he could save some of the effort it would leave him with some reserved stamina. The ranger continued on, feeling the shadow of the trees pass over him. The shade brought a drop to the temperature that was palpable, reminding Delric a little more of home. He gave a faint smile, though it eroded from his lips as he was hit with the smell of damp earth and moist decay. He spotted a half dozen different species of mushrooms, making him mildly concerned that the entire forest might be one big fairy circle…

“It’s still the only way home.” Delric murmured to himself, his voice faintly accented. He stepped forward with determination, putting one foot in front of the other as he trekked on. For a ranger that always had to be alert and aware, the forest was providing an information overload. He noticed the edible plants and the poisonous ones, the tracks of wildlife and the songs of birds. Everything felt a bit muted compared to what he was used to, but it took him several minutes to realize what the nagging feeling was in the back of his mind. He slowed his pace, looking down at the path and then around at the willowy grasses and the robust bushes.

While many looked at nature as one harmonious whole, there were many instances where the plants would compete with each other for sunlight, for water, and especially for space. If the stories about no one venturing into the forest were true, the path should have grown over with grass by now, if not something else. The path he was on didn’t make sense. The easiest explanation would have been that stories about the intractability of the forest were over-stated and that travelers did come this way regularly, but Delric didn’t see any of the normal signs. There were no footprints, no broken twigs, no strands of hair or fabric caught in the brambles.

Delric wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but it was a worrisome omen. He’d crossed deserts and oceans, he’d climbed mountains and descended into great valleys. There had been little in his life that he could not explain, but this place was strange. Whatever the cause was for the path remaining untouched, he chose to be thankful for the ease it provided for the moment. He reserved the right to curse it later if it led him to harm. A slight smile curled at the corners of his mouth as he imagined the melodramatic things he might say.

“Curse that damn, damn road for leading me astray.” Delric murmured aloud to himself, “So cloying, so inviting, if only I’d known. As a Ranger, I should have seen the warning signs, I should-” The ranger stopped mid-sentance when he heard something in the distance. It hadn’t been an animal noise, quite yet… Something more like a whimper or a moan. Delric was frozen in place, his eyes scanning. He saw nothing yet, but he heard the rustle of vines dragging against one another and something struggling to get free.

As curious and careful as his occupation demanded, Delric swiftly followed the shortest path to the source of the noise. The closer he got, the more human the whimpering voice sounded, but like most of the things in the forest, it still had a strange quality to it. Delric realised quickly there were bleats, almost like a goat’s or sheep’s, mixed into the strained moans that came from the underbrush. He slowed as he closed the gap, crouching down and using a tree trunk and low branch for some cover as he peered around to gain an understanding of what was going on.

The clearing before him had a timeless quality to it. It had to be many years old. The trees above had already started to grow together, closing the canopy and filtering a significant portion of the grey light from the stormclouds. The bushes, grasses and small trees had sprouted and reached a bit above Delric’s knees on average, covering most of the ground. But all of that detail fell away as his attention was drawn to a thicket in the middle of the clearing. The brambles were distinct, lacking the normal green foliage of the many plants he knew to be safe. The thorny, viney branches were purple and the leaves were an unusually pale white in color. It was a parasitic plant and one that was visibly moving, constricting around a person trapped inside the vines like a swarm of snakes.

Delric’s lips tightened as he realized the vines had already sensed his presence despite a lack of eyes or ears. Some of the thorny tendrils had turned like the head of a dog to regard him, but the ranger was focused on the plant’s current victim. The figure that had been moaning and bleating was a satyr, completely stripped of his clothes and suspended almost as if floating in the middle of the viney mass. The idle thought crossed his mind that the satyr might not have had any clothes to begin with, but that didn’t matter in the moment.

The ranger looked at the vines and the satyr, seeing how they pierced his skin in several spots but with very little blood leaking out of the wounds. Considering how big the satyr looked, he was at least a full head taller than Delric, although it was a bit hard to tell as every part of him looked a bit too large on the satyr’s frame as if he’d been inflated. He had a big skull, big muscular arms and thick fur-covered legs except for his ass that was only covered in more human-like body hair that was still dense. His chest boasted two full, practically juicy pecs. He looked more like a short-grown giant than a tall person, though another quality startled Delric as he looked on.

The satyr’s rockhard manhood was a different class entirely, as long as his thighs and thicker than his wrists, Delric could see the vines probing his pisshole slither on its underside. The ranger was pretty sure the satyr was getting sedated by the disturbing plant’s toxin, otherwise he couldn’t explain how such a strong-looking man could be held down by vines, even if they were fibrous and woody. He started to look if he could find the vine’s central stem, hoping cutting it off would make it stop slithering all over the satyr, but like blackberries it seemed to come up from multiple points.

While he was uncertain, the brambles seemed to fit the description of a parasitic plant he’d once read about called Demon Root. It was said to be corruptive, not just of the land it grew out of but also the creatures it ate. Still, it had been a passing legend and one he had to put out of his mind for now. While Delric was better with a bow and arrow, he did carry a short sword. Keeping his battles with a gorgon nest in mind, he started to approach. Even in the dim light, the copper hue of his short sword glinted faintly. Taking a breath, he surged forward.

Delric’s blade nearly whistled as it came down. Splinters of the woody sheath of the vines erupted into the air, followed after by the wet pulp and mist of the fibrous cells inside. Delric couldn’t help but wonder if the plant pumped fluid in and out of them to make them move, tensing them like muscles. It was something he’d have to investigate after the emergency was over. He cut through several vines around the satyr’s left arm, then his left leg, hoping if he could get him half clear that he could allow the satyr to help remove himself from the vines while he cut the last of it.

“It’s going to be okay, I’m here to save you.” Delric said to the satyr as he kept cutting. The satyr struggled to respond, his voice enticingly deep and warm in tone even while strained.

“Please d-nghhhh!” Winding deeper into his body, the vines seemed to heighten their efforts like an injured animal, the branches that Delric had cut starting to turn black as if the metal of the sword was harmful to them. Woody tendrils started to die off almost theatrically. In mere moments the brambles surrounding the satyr stopped moving and sunk to the ground looking like the twisted veil of a mourning witch. Delric’s brow knitted in confusion at how easily the plant had given up, but he shifted to support the satyr’s weight, or at least try given how heavy and large he was.

The satyr still was incapacitated, muttering and mumbling as his heart visibly pumped blood through his veins. His skin was hot to the touch, his temperature unusually high and his breathing quick. With only thin, withered vines hanging down from his cock, the satyr’s impressive shaft started to leak sticky precum, the yellowish substance tinted violet from what Delric assumed was the Demon Root’s toxin. While the vines no longer actively pumped into the satyr, having all those tendrils inside his body no doubt would leave a lingering effect.

Trying not to audibly groan under the weight of the larger beast, Delric helped the satyr shuffle toward the edge of the clearing. They almost made it before the weight became too much and the ranger had to switch tactics, trying to brace the satyr’s fall as they crumpled into a heap on dew kissed grass and pillows of mushrooms. Delric wriggled out from under the satyr and rolled him onto his side, trying to make him more comfortable. The ranger pulled the water skin from his hip and opened it, bringing it to the satyr’s plump, parched lips while he looked the being over, taking in his appearance truly without the threat of the Demon Root clouding his eyes.

Stretched out, the satyr was even larger than he’d first assumed. He had to be at least two heads taller to him, though the measure seemed less useful given that the satyr’s head was nearly double the size of his own. Similarly disproportionate were his arms and all the muscles supporting, leaving very little space for his stomach between his chest and his legs, the abs bulging out forwards in a comparatively small musclegut. The satyr’s pectoral muscles and shoulders were extremely wide and plump and his extremely long and thick arms pushed away from his torso by his immense back muscles. Leading into absolutely massive, furred lower arms and clawed hands that each were easily big enough to wrap around Delric’s waist. Where the satyr’s body was only covered in thick, brown, almost moss-coloured fur Delric could see irregular striped patterns on his skin. Those same patterns circling around the satyr’s massive but mostly human-looking, still hard member but in a more splotchy pattern.

The face on that massive head of his looked both wild and soft. Rounded in shape, his nose looking more like an animal’s than a human’s thick, bushy eyebrows and one of the skin markings giving him a permanent black left eye, only distinct from all the scars on his face upon closer inspection. Some of them looking like he could have gotten them in fights with wild animals and others looking more like they could be coming from particularly passionate nights with a satyr that had similarly sharp, small fangs and tusks peeking out between those puffy lips.

Somehow despite his intense body hair coverage, the satyr’s beard only grew down from his chin, giving him a goatee that glistened from being well taken care of. Horns curled out of his forehead above his eyebrows, circling back just below his pointed, furred and soft-looking ears that each were as long as his face was wide. The unruly hair on his head looked almost spiky and fell down his back, although Delric couldn’t tell that well from his position, but it looked like it grew further down his neck and back as well, giving it an almost scruff-like quality.

“Are you able to understand me?” Delric asked, giving the satyr a little more water before he glanced over his shoulder, ensuring the Demon Root hadn’t sprouted up again when they weren’t looking like some form of ambush predator. With an audible groan the satyr’s face scrunched up before he started to slowly open his eyes, even the extremely muted light underneath clouds and trees seemingly too bright for him. It took a few seconds of repeatedly blinking and squinting as he tried to look at Delric before he finally spoke.

“Yes? Why does my head hurt and why do I feel like I could breed an entire herd? Have I drunk too much undiluted wild wine?” Delric gave a small smile at the mental image.

“You were captured by a dangerous plant. I think it might be Demon Root… It’ll take a while for the effects to clear, although from the size of you I think you could have bred an entire herd without the wine.” Delric smirked a little.

“Demon Root? Never heard of that and I put some wild things in my body in all kinds of ways. Fuck, I feel so thirsty and horny.” He blinked a few more times and seemed to finally be able to clearly see Delric. A smirk revealed even more of his sharp canines. “You look cute. Wanna keep me company till I can move properly again?” His eyes were mostly a mix of green and brown tones, and an almost unnoticeable black splotch on his sclera.

“A gentleman would never leave you on your own after such an ordeal.” Delric said, sitting down more properly next to the satyr. The ranger could smell the satyr’s sweat, but more than that he could smell the woody, loamy, spicy musk that was potent yet pleasant in its own way. “I’m eventually heading North, trying to get to the other side of the forest. Is that on your way home by chance?”

The satyr tried to lean over to Delric, his face contorting from the numb pain throughout his body. He took a deep, audible whiff of the human, even smacking his tongue in his mouth audibly as if to taste. He liked the man’s scent, even though the smell of cured leather was never to a satyr’s liking. “Most satyrs live nomadically, our homes are the people we travel with, not a fixed place. And if you need help, I wouldn’t mind lending it to you…once I can move again.” The satyr gently put his large hand on the ranger’s thigh, covering a majority of its length and very deliberately brushing against his groin.

Delric didn’t flinch or pull away. As a ranger, he’d sought comfort where he could but there had never been anything lasting. As a man with his personal tastes, it had been even harder to find companionship. He looked up at the satyr as his manhood stiffened beneath his pants, his cock practically trying to brush against the satyr’s hand.

“I’m Delric, by the way.” The ranger introduced himself properly.

“Nice to meet you Delric. Especially since you saved my ass. I am Bry.” The satyr now seemed to sweat for a different reason than just the toxin. And this seemed to be a different type of sweat, oilier and heavier, forming much bigger beads before the surface tension couldn’t hold them anymore. The smell they spread was both smoky and refreshing, like lemon grass growing on charcoal. Clearly it was pheromones to heighten arousal. Which the satyr promptly confirmed.

“Oh shit, sorry. I am… spreading my mating scent apparently. If you don’t want to get affected by it, maybe you should leave me alone till I could take care of my cock on my own.” He testingly rubbed one of his large, juicy and dark nipples, the clear, oily liquid from them seemingly an even more intense variant of his mating sweat. “Oh damn, this Demon Root should be called Incubus Root, thing got me leaking like full-on rutting season.” Delric made some noises that weren’t entirely words, merely incoherent attempts at speech for a moment.

“I…” he hesitated. The repressed part of him wanted to give in, but something about the satyr coming so fresh out of an ordeal made it seem unethical. Delric closed his lips and then tried again, “I’ll try to find us some food and supplies, I’m sure you’ll need to regain your strength.” he said softly. The satyr’s ears drooped down visibly, making his disappointment visible for a split second. But since he thought he was doing Delric a favour and not the other way around he quickly put on a smile.

“That would be cool, dude. Just be careful not to step in anything when you come back, I tend to be messy.” His massive cock throbbed needily and he put his hand on it to cover it up, although with how sensitive it was, he couldn’t resist stroking it a bit and moaning before he came back to his senses, looking apologetically at the ranger. Delric nodded, not entirely sure he made the right decision. Still, he didn’t want to take advantage of the satyr so soon after a plant had done the same thing. He leaned over, kissed the satyr on the cheek before he stood up. Bry visibly turned red from the tender gesture, a pathetic little bleat escaping from his mouth. He wrapped his oversized hands around his head, more in an attempt to not immediately jerk off at such a cute gesture than out of embarrassment.

“Okay, please go, I will be waiting…” He quietly listened to Delric’s footsteps, impressed by how quiet they actually were.

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As dangerous as the forest had been, Delric had been taken aback by how it seemed to protect everything from the storm above. He could hear the winds raging and the thunder cracking. Every so often the rain would make its way down to him, but the forest was as calm as it had been before. It was quite literally the eye of the storm. Delric wasn’t sure how long it took a satyr to get his rocks off. He’d collected berries, fruits and a few of the more palatable mushrooms. He thought it safer than trying to cook meat in the circumstances, especially if he wasn’t sure if Bry was a vegetarian or not.

After what felt like an age, Delric returned to the clearing with his gathered goodies to proffer up to his new traveling companion.

And Bry had not oversold himself when he told Delric to watch where he stepped after returning. Thick piles of the yellowish, still concerningly purple-tinted, satyr seed were spread all over the clearing and Bry himself. Some of them even had affixed to the branches of the trees, making Delric think the satyr accidentally had covered a bee hive in his virile man juices. But no, it was just one of many giant, extra-thick wads of cum. Even Bry himself was covered in lots of cum and didn’t seem too stressed about cleaning up. He quickly wrapped his large hands around his massive cock though as he noticed Delric’s approach. The intensely throbbing meat lurching like a wild animal he just caught.

“Oh, good thing you didn’t come back two minutes earlier. You would had to get a new change of clothes.” He awkwardly smiled for a few moments before releasing his softening cock, that still seemed to retain most of its size even while soft. Why would he cover it up, he didn’t really seem ashamed of showing off his manhood otherwise. Delric couldn’t blame him.

“It must feel really good to be a satyr.” The ranger said, approaching carefully, blushing a little as he realized he was getting hard again. It must have been the smell. He knelt down next to Bry and opened his satchel, showing off the food he’d gleaned. “Any of these to your liking?” The satyr’s eyes lit up as he gazed upon the treasures of the forest.

“Oh definitely! I normally would have swallowed my own cum but with how this stuff looks…maybe I should work on clearing out the poison. Take what you need first though, I think my appetite might be bigger than yours.” He started swiping off the cum from his hands as if to underline his point about not ingesting the toxin again.

“Clearing out the poison sounds important. I’m good, anyway. I ate before the battle. Eat up, feel better.” Delric encouraged.

“If you say so, handsome!” The large-bodied satyr eagerly dug into the assorted fruits and mushrooms, devouring them quickly and with berry juice dripping down his goatee and staining his teeth. It was completely uncivilized, but very endearing in its own way. While Bry ate, Delric took the opportunity to get a bearing on their path forward and checked on the storm. He was relieved it hadn’t seemed to penetrate the forest yet but that could change at any time. They would have to be prepared to hunker down if necessary. By the time he’d made it back to Bry, the food had been consumed and Delric was content to see the satyr was looking a bit stronger and more composed.

“I feel ready to go now, handsome. Good thing that my kin recover pretty quickly from most things.” Bry said. As if to prove his point and impress Delric, the satyr flexed one massive arm before he grabbed onto a sturdy branch and began to pull himself up by one arm. His massive bulk, all the way down to his hooves, rose up and down off the ground repeatedly. Delric was truly impressed, though it also brought forth the memory of stories that there were mountain sized trees deep in the forest. If those tales were true, the satyr could turn out to be quite the asset. The satyr ended his demonstration by doing a handstand, his soft cock flopping against his stomach and the underside of his pecs, leaking fresh precum into his cleavage already sticky with sweat and drying cum. Silly as he was, Bry smiled at Delric and stuck out his thick and drooly tongue between his sharp teeth. Delric couldn’t help but laugh, a sound that hadn’t ushered forward from his lips in a long time.

“I know I’m in good company with such a strong and virile satyr.” Delric said, gesturing with an arm to the path. Bry gathered up the empty satchel he had eaten the food from and moved to Delric’s side, returning it to the ranger. Delric nodded his head and started to walk, the satyr keeping pace with him easily. Delric couldn’t help but think that he’d never traveled with a creature quite so big as this satyr, though he had journeyed with some human sized fauns before. He might have been more wary or concerned if Bry hadn’t turned out to be so affable. He also couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought that anyone besides himself might have been more uptight around someone so open with their sexuality. It was as if for the first time, there was something deep inside of himself that he could just accept.

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The leaves of the canopy continued to rustle and hiss, jostling back and forth as they were buffeted by winds. The clouds above churned and broiled like dark billowing mercury. Every so often the deep rumble of thunder would rise and fall like the waves of an ocean. It was enough to make Delric feel concerned despite having good company, though the forest was still strangely becalmed. It was a good temperature, though a little warmer and more humid than Delric would have liked. Even with the storm, there was enough light to see, and the eroded path of foot traffic that had led him into the forest remained, charting a relatively easy path forward. The only obstacle was Delric’s own stamina and the assumption that night was approaching.

“How are you doing, Bry?” Delric asked, looking up to the face of the satyr. His companion, despite the ordeal he had gone through just earlier that day, didn't seem exhausted at all. He smiled at Delric.

“I am doing really great. That Demon Root poison is nothing in the face of my stamina. How are you holding up though? I could carry you if you want.” To underline his words he made the muscles of his pectorals and shoulders bounce. Bry certainly was very open about wanting to impress Delric. Which might be easier done than said with how the sweat-covered body of the satyr glistened in the light of the storm. “I wish it would start to rain though. Not sure about you with those heavy stranger’s furs, but I like getting a little drenched. Had some of my most fun nights when the wind howled in the tree branches and the ground turned to mud underneath my hooves.”

“Being carried would certainly be a new experience, but I was actually thinking of camping for the night. I lost track of time and the storm isn’t helping.” Delric pondered, “Unless Satyrs are nocturnal? Also, do you eat meat?” he asked, looking at Bry’s sharp teeth curiously. The satyr definitely noticed the human’s stare onto his teeth, smiling even wider and bigger to show off as much of his pearly white chompers as possible.

“Yes, although we prefer to just use them to hold each other down by the neck or bite each other playfully. Satyr sex definitely tends to override our sleep rhythm, if you are wondering. When we sleep depends on when the other satyrs…or friends…sleep. Cause we do like our naked cuddles.” Bry wrapped his arm around Delric’s shoulder and pressed him towards his own body with gentle strength. Delric didn’t pull away or fight in the slightest, though he did do something that surprised himself. He leaned his head against Bry’s shoulder.

“Then we should find a place to wind down for the night.” Delric said, feeling more comfortable than he had in years. Bry chuckled.

“Can’t wait to see what you are hiding under all that borrowed skin.” The satyr was glowing with unfettered curiosity. The big hand wrapped around Delric’s shoulder gently stroking his chest through his clothes, almost distracted from noticing that Bry drooled slightly out of a corner of his mouth. The two walked together that way for a while, embraced in each other’s comfort. There were no caves or natural overhangs, though one of the larger trees was rather dense with branches while still having good clearance from the ground. Delric swung his small pack off his back and unclasped it, reaching in before drawing out a moss green cloth that seemed impossibly thin and easy to pack but unfurled to the size of a large picnic blanket.

“Elvish weave.” Delric said with a proud grin to Bry. He continued to pull out a few supplies, making a little nest worthy of a good sleep. The satyr curiously inspected everything, getting down on all fours and picking up one item after another and to sniff thoroughly at them. He didn’t seem to be able to admire the handcraft put into them, probably because he hadn’t experienced anything like them before, but still, the elvish blanket made his goat tail wag.

“It’s so soft, almost like a lamb’s fleece. And it smells like you, which is a very big plus. Hope I don’t overpower that when I spend a night on it.” The steady dribble from the satyr’s soft cock did remind Delric that Bry was a rather messy man. Delric lowered his head a little, a faint blush coming to his cheeks.

“I like the way you smell. I wouldn’t object.” Delric said, reaching to unclasp and remove the outer layers of his outfit. The leather armor plates and gauntlet were cast aside until he was wearing a more modest blue tunic and pants. Delric sat down on the blanket next to Bry, smiling at him.

“I would though, cause you are probably gonna need a few days to make it smell like you again. Unless…” The satyr suddenly turned his mass towards the human, hovering over his body at an offset angle as he pushed his big hand underneath the tunic, allowing Delric to feel the soft but strong fur of his lower arm, barely fitting into the piece of cloth together with the man’s torso. Both of them simultaneously thought how easy it would be for Bry to tear off the garment, but even though the satyr knew nothing of fiberwork, he had too much respect for Delric’s belongings to just destroy them like that.

“Unless what?” Delric asked, barely able to keep the breathiness from his whisper, caught up in the moment.

“Unless I make you sweat and cum into it the whole night. Sure, that will add even more of my musk to it, but at least I will be able to pick out your scent underneath it.” Bry grumbled slightly as he said that, moving his face so close to Delric’s, only a hair width separated them. Once more the ranger became extremely aware how much bigger the satyr’s skull was than his own, as well as his mouth and the sharp teeth and that drooly tongue inside of it.

“You don’t mind that I’m so much smaller? Not every species is okay with such big size differences.” Delric said with some concern.

“Shouldn’t you be worried about me being bigger? I don’t mind your size, there are many ways to have fun. Also… just between us, I definitely like not being the shortest guy around for once.” Bry seemed a bit embarrassed about admitting that, even blushing slightly. Delric knew better than to ask out loud, but the idea that all of the satyrs were even bigger than Bry was an astounding mental image. Delric reached up, cupping his hand around Bry’s long goatee. He stroked his hand down along it as he might when fondling an erect man, looking into the satyr’s eyes before he leaned in and kissed him, letting their lips meet and feeling the silky drool smear across his own chin.

The satyr grumbled in a relaxed way as he felt Delric’s lips on his own, the size difference between them very noticeable. Even more notice he took of how small the human’s teeth felt as he gently started to push his tongue into his mouth, licking over them and greedily tasting Delric. More and more he pushed his tongue into his companion’s mouth, filling it, flooding it with drool that drenched the ranger’s tunic just as the satyr’s hardening shaft dribbled more and more precum onto Delric’s pants and blanket. The heat radiating off the sweaty satyr made the ranger sweat as well, his breath going in pants as he struggled with swallowing all that drool the satyr let flow into his mouth when he wasn’t busy getting his throat fucked extremely slowly with that meaty tongue.

Delric felt almost like he was gulping down syrup, feeling that saliva coat his throat and pool in his stomach. The humid warmth of the forest evening felt refreshingly cool in contrast to the satyr’s body heat. His sinuses were full of the earthy, peaty musk the satyr was saturated with. It felt so carnal to be touching like this, to be indulging in a side of himself he’d never before revealed in such brazen openness.

Despite his openness about his lust, the satyr was a surprisingly tender and gentle lover. He may have invaded Delric’s mouth quite thoroughly but seemed to know exactly when to let him breathe. Gently caressing his stomach as it got filled with Bry’s saliva, making Delric miss it badly as he pulled it away for a moment to push the human’s tunic up so he could keep touching his torso without tearing the garment. Even more empty he felt as Bry withdrew his tongue, only to be completely enveloped by the satyr in a tender hug, their bodies pressed together, the satyr’s shaft lodged between them and drenching fabric and body hair alike.

The satyr kept scattering tender kisses over Delric’s cheeks and neck, nuzzling the back of it with his animal-like nose before gently placing his jaws around the human’s spine like a cat carrying a kitten. Holding still like that for a few moments before getting up again and looking Delric directly in the eyes.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” He asked. Delric nodded almost drunkenly before taking the opportunity to reach up and pull off his tunic, tossing it aside.

“I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed anything this much in my life.” the ranger said honestly, leaning in to kiss, lick and then nuzzle the satyr’s chest fur affectionately. Bry grumbled again, his chest vibrating with the sound as he grabbed his pecs and carefully pushed them together, trapping Delric’s head between them for a few seconds every once in a while. Moaning lightly whenever he played with his own oversized nipples, pinching and twisting them till the sweat dripping from them seemed to get even more oily and viscous.

Delric leaned in, licking up the strange secretion. It was pungent and powerful, sinful and sweet. It felt like electricity jolting to his own nipples and groin. Even his ass seemed to quiver in delight. He hadn’t had anything like it since he’d traveled with an orcish bachelor party, but this was natural and directly from Bry. Delric latched on and started to suckle, his own nipples growing puffy and dark and engorged with blood in moments. The satyr moaned as the ranger went to town on his nipples, eagerly sucking on the mouth-filling bits.

“Y-you can bite them if you want.” It seemed to be a particular sensitive spot for Bry, one that he eagerly reciprocated. Wrapping his hands around Delric’s exposed torso, caressing the muscles of his stomach and chest while fondling the human’s nipples with his big thumbs, squeezing them tightly in a rolling motion. Pushing his wrists together around his cock as he grinded it against the upper side of his hands and Delric’s pecs, gyrating his hips slowly. Delric ground back against the larger satyr, hoping he was able to please him in some small way as he used his blunt, human teeth to bite down on the thick nipple, applying a little more force than he thought safe, hoping it was enough to give the satyr the stimulation he deserved.

Bry’s body reacted quite boldly to Delric’s bite, the satyr growl-moaning loudly and arching his head back while his cock kept gushing hot precum over the human’s chest, completely drenching the blanket beneath and even creeping out further than that. Everything about Delric was covered in the satyr’s hot and sticky juices, his pants clinging uncomfortably to his legs and junk. He wasn’t entirely sure if that was the reason why Bry now paid attention to his lower half or if it was just the satyr’s appetite.

“Pants off, now.” The command was firm and Delric obeyed, though a small part of him was worried. Neither way he could imagine Bry using his body would accommodate his massive member. Still, it could be quite the experience. Delric shucked his boots, socks and pants, sitting on the wet blanket naked, staring up at the satyr in adoration. Delric’s body glistened, coated in Bry’s various fluids like some lewd ephemeral being.

Delric’s worries about him lacking in size were unfounded. Quite the opposite, the average hard human dick between the ranger’s legs seemed to inspire the satyr to something else entirely. Letting his own hard shaft float above the ground in front of Delric’s made it seem very possible what Bry had in mind, but the sheer absurdity of it made Delric not comprehend till the satyr thrusted his hips forward, the significantly larger man’s cock enveloping his smaller counterpart. The satyr moaned indignantly, his voice a mixture of pleasure and strain.

Delric made several open-mouthed moans of confusion, exhilaration and surprise. The satyr’s ample precum worked as perfect lubricant but there were still strange, wet, squelching noises as Delric watched his shaft slip into Bry’s urethra inch by inch. The warm, wet flesh fluttered around his own, hugging and squeezing it. Delric’s eyes almost rolled into the back of his head and it was hard to keep standing. After a few moments, though, the massive head of the satyr’s cock bumped up against his bush, fully swallowing his own dick.

“Oh… wow, didn’t expect you to feel that big inside.” Bry said.

“I…” Delric panted, “I aim to please?” he murmured, not quite having enough blood left in his brain to come up with a more coherent response. He grinned dumbly up at the larger satyr. Bry grinned just as dumbly back.

“Wanna fuck my cock, little stud?” More than that cheesy sentence he didn’t manage, his brain was too overwhelmed by the sensations of his cock getting fucked. His thoughts a complete mess but the desire for Delric to fuck his shaft as deep as possible loud and clear even though it wasn’t formed verbally anymore. The sheer intensity of the desire resonated with something inside Bry’s body, making his balls stir with even more movement as they started to swell bigger. Out of sheer instinct he bent down his head and made out with the human once more, making him quiver with how much more ferociously he shoved his tongue down his throat, the saliva even thicker and sweeter than before.

Delric had never felt so desired before, nor had he ever been called a stud. Between the musk, the pride and the kiss, he felt energized. He reached out with both hands, wrapping his fingers as far around Bry’s cock as he could. He started thrusting his hands forward and back in opposition to pulling his hips back and thrust into the satyr’s shaft. Each movement brought those same lewd, crass sounds of primal sex that made the ranger feel both dirty and amazing. He fucked Bry’s cock harder and harder, feeling amazed he could bring another pleasure like this. Every time he squeezed Bry’s cock, he felt the faint pressure around his own shaft. It was intoxicating.

Meanwhile the pleasure Bry felt from Delric fucking his cock echoed louder and louder through his body. In their common blind spot on the satyr’s back, purple, vineshaped markings crept over his skin, some of them flat like tattoos, others thick like veins or roots. But this was merely a way for the Demon Root to stretch itself, its actual intentions were focused on Bry’s scrotum where it kept expanding his balls, stretching them about to make room for its growing fruit. The grape-like berries didn’t have enough space to ripen to full fertility but the pressure and movement squeezed them until they popped, releasing their potent juice into the satyr’s pre, delivering it into the human’s manhood. Stroke by stroke, it was delivered deeper into the human’s body like a strange pollinator.

Delric was overcome with so many sensations that he assumed that the feeling of growth in his balls was merely some new form of arousal like his cock growing hard. He kept going, holding onto Bry’s dick, thrusting back and forth with everything he had in him. The satyr was just as swept in his sensations, growling and grunting like a wild animal, desperate for Delric’s cum and for himself to burst. So passionate that he actually did something the Demon Root didn’t want him to do, tearing himself away from Delric.

“Cum in me, stud!” Bry called out. The purple markings frantically tried to retract, to pull away before either of the beings could notice them. Even the fruit-growing operation in the satyr’s balls had to be abandoned, leaving the rest to be crushed and juiced to corrupt the human at least a little bit today. This satyr was harder to control than they usually were, even with Bry being a somewhat willing participant. Unaware of the infestation or even rationally, Delric surged forward, grabbed onto both of Bry’s wide, furry hips with his hands and thrust forward.

The satyr’s ass was unlike anything Delric had ever felt before. It wasn’t as wet as the interior as his cock had been but it still felt lubricated in its own way. Delric’s embarrassment returned as the satyr was very spacious, enough to make him feel small once more, but he still gave it everything he could. In and out, back and forth, feeling the strange silky, silty passage massaging his cock nearly to the point of milking it. Delric kissed, nuzzled and even bit at Bry’s broad backside.

Despite wanting it to last, the satyr could hold back no longer. His balls contracted as they started firing giant wads of cum, his body tilted away from their sleeping spot. The tainted, violet hue had grown more vibrant but in the dwindling light it was unnoticed by the two. Bry roared out and flexed his arms above his head, feeling the pleasurable tension of his muscles. The satyr kept senselessly shouting and growling, urging the human fucking his ass to finally cum inside of him, wanting for it to be done while he was still shooting impossible amounts of sperm in a minute-long orgasm. Delric was only too happy to comply.

Delric was drenched in sweat and precum, looking like a wildman as his dark hair was stuck to his skin. He threw his head back and let out a primal howl more worthy of a wolf than a man as his balls tugged up, his cock shuddered and he began letting out shot after shot of his own semen. The amount was miniscule compared to Bry’s, but Delric wanted to give the satyr every drop. He’d never felt so fulfilled, so manly, so awakened to the potential of what life had to offer.

As Bry’s orgasm ebbed down, they stood like that for a little bit more. Delric buried waist-deep inside the satyr’s ass, both covered in sweat and precum. Only as the flow of cum from the satyr’s cock was no longer visibly pulsing did they relax, collapsing onto the soaking wet but warm blanket with Delric moving around on top of Bry. The satyr’s broad chest supported the human’s back as he started to catch his breath and sort out the experience he just had. The storm had calmed above them, the first pinpoints of stars peeking out as the clouds cleared. Delric gazed up with a smile on his face before his eyes fluttered shut. Whatever the journey ahead held for them, it was going to be an amazing adventure.