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"Hey Talis?"

Mopsus knocked at the door to the study lightly, before gently pushing it open and peeking inside. Lit by a massive crystal chandelier, the walls were lined floor to ceiling with exquisitely crafted bookcases, all well organized and filled to the brim. Ladders were in place to provide access to the upper shelves, and at the far end of the room beneath a magnificent portrait lay a cluttered but very ornate wooden desk. Intricate carvings of dragons and fauns adorned the sides and back, and on this day the image looking down on Vitalis' workspace was that of a familiar couple; a stoic but very handsome human, and at his side gazing up lovingly with a crown of flowers in his tousled hair, the very satyr who now stood at the door. The only other furniture present was a pair of plush high back reading chairs and a small round table between them. It was in one of these chairs that sat Talis, face once more buried in a dusty old book.

While not the biggest fan of reading, this was one of Mop's favourite rooms nonetheless. The hours spent in quiet contemplation together made for pleasant memories, true; but Mopsus preferred the times spent on his knees enthusiastically servicing his human whilst he attempted to focus on his studies. Or all the times he'd been bent over that large desk as his lover vigorously took him from behind. His cheeks reddened slightly as his mind wandered, and for a brief moment he almost forgot what he had come for.

"Yes?" The brown haired man looked up to the intruder with a look of mild curiosity, watching as his boyfriend approached.

"I'm just heading to the market to grab a few things for dinner. Can I get you anything before I leave?"

"No, I'm fine," Talis sighed and shook his head. "I still don't understand why you insist on cooking. My spectral servants are more than capable of performing such mundane tasks."

Mopsus grinned. "I know, but I really enjoy it." He sauntered in closer, placing his hands on the arms of the chair. "Besides, if I make it then I can add my special ingredient."

Talis raised an eyebrow, slight concern crossing his face. "And that is?"

"Love!" Mopsus exclaimed and quickly placed a kiss on Talis's nose before leaping back to avoid his grasp. "Let me know if you need anything!" he sang and turned to leave the room.

"Actually, now that you mention it," Talis replied casually, closing his book and setting it on the table. "I could use a few components myself, so I will accompany you."

He halted in surprise, and his swishing tail jumped to attention. "Oh! Wonderful! I'll go put on something nicer, then we can go!" He quickly slipped from the room, leaving behind a mildly amused Vitalis.

***

The mid-day sun shone down on them as they made their way to the market, arms interlocked at the elbow. Basket on his other arm, the not-quite-shoulder-height satyr's tail flitted back and forth with pure contentment. He wore a respectable plain linen shirt that hung down to his hips and was very appropriate for a casual outing. His shorts however... were a different story. They were shorts, yes. Whereas the shirt rested loosely against his skin and swayed in the breeze, the shorts hugged him tightly and while not obscene left very little to the imagination. A few shades darker than the brown fur of his legs, and with a strategically place hole in the rear for his tail, they certainly were shorts. Very short shorts. The initial reaction from Talis as they prepared to leave was about what Mopsus expected: an eye-roll and exacerbated sigh. This would suffice for Mop though as he had all day to try for a more satisfactory reaction.

The crowded street opened into a bustling plaza; clusters of brightly coloured tents and stalls scattered throughout. The boisterous sounds of market-goers filled the air with enthusiastic bartering, vendors' advertising, friends old and new gathering to share news and gossip. The scents ranged from the sweetness of flowers and herbs, to the more pungent and raw of fish and fowl. Fancy clothing, mystical concoctions, fine works of art; if you needed it, there was a good chance you'd be able to find it amongst the vendors.

"Gerry!" Mopsus shouted, letting go of Talis and sprinting the last few steps towards a familiar face. A large barrel-chested man peered out of his stall and looked towards the direction of the call. Middle aged, with flecks of grey starting replace the black in his great big bushy beard, Gerrard's eyes brightened in recognition.

"Well, if it isn't my favourite customer!" he beamed at Mop, before giving Talis a curt nod. "Vitalis. And how are you today?"

"Not so bad," Talis replied, returning a stiff nod.

"Oh! Those tomatoes look amazing!" gasped Mop, cutting in front of Talis to get a closer look. A not-so-subtle brush of his tail across the front his pants elicited a sigh from the human as he was forced to adjust himself.

"What do you have for leafy greens today?" he chittered enthusiastically, tail swishing back and forth seductively. He knew what it did to Talis, and he loved to get a rise out of him... figuratively and literally.

"Well there's the–" Gerrard started, before quickly being cut off by Mopsus.

"Oh wow, that's a big cucumber. Look Talis!" He snagged it from the stand and turned to face his boyfriend. "I can't wait to put it in my mouth," he whispered as he placed a kiss on the end before stuffing it in his basket with a wink. Turning to face the stand once more he resumed his browsing before settling on a pair of ripe tomatoes, a handful of radishes and a head of red lettuce. "Thanks Gerr-bear!" he shouted back as he hurried to a fruit stand across the lane. "I'm going to make a salad!"

"Unf," Gerrard grunted, "I'd toss that salad."

Talis raised one eyebrow, unimpressed. "Indeed." He reached down to pull out some coin, but was stopped by the older man.

"No need, as long as I'm running this stand that boy eats for free."

"How generous," he responded flatly before crossing his arms once more, gaze tracking his satyr as he disappeared into a crowd.

"Talis!" an excited shout rang out. All that was visible were a pair of raised hands holding up a bunch of small purple berries victoriously. "Grapes!"

"I'd grape that ass."

Talis shook his head and frowned incredulously. "What does that even mean?"

Gerrard slapped his palms to his muscular thighs and laughed uproariously. "I'm just fuckin' with you!" He leaned in and with hushed tones continued, "Although truth be told, I surely do miss his mouth. Things just haven't been as fun since you snapped him up."

A slight smirk from Talis. "Tell you what, maybe next time I'm out of town I'll send him over to stay with you for a few days."

"Oh! Well that's mighty fine offer I certainly won't refuse. The missus' also been askin' about him, so that might even earn me some points around the house," he chuckled vociferously.

A few coins lighter, his basket slightly heavier, Mopsus returned to the chatting duo. He sidled up to Talis, rubbing against him provocatively and offered a peek at his loot. "I got strawberries," he sang with glee.

That almost elicited a smile from Vitalis. He certainly knew how much Mop loved strawberries. "Shall we?" Taking Mop's elbow in his once more, they bid farewell to Gerrard and continued on their way.

For the most part they stuck together, with Mop occasionally running ahead under the guise of curious investigation. In actuality, he was taking great pleasure in goading Vitalis with flicks of his tail and an over-accentuated swaying of his hips. Each time he returned he made sure to get particularly close; taking his hand, brushing up against his groin, touches lingering just a little longer than necessary. Mopsus was having a great time. Vitalis... was being tolerant.

Eventually they found themselves in a far corner of the market where traffic was a bit more sparse. The goods here looked rougher, the stalls and carts slightly more neglected. One particular stall in a corner caught Vitalis's eye.

"Wait here a moment. I really dislike this guy." He let go of Mop's hand and continued forth with grim determination.

It was clear to Mopsus the vendor disliked Talis as well. It was only a matter of moments before they were both shouting and waving their arms wildly, though judging by the lack of reaction from anyone else nearby, this certainly was not an uncommon occurrence. From this distance he couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but it was obvious neither party were pleased. Usually calm and collected, it was rare for Mop to see his lover in such agitated state. His cheeks brightened a bit and his ears flattened. It was actually turning him on; usually that level of passion was reserved for the satyr in private. Watching the heated discussion, his basket held in front of him to hide the burgeoning erection that his shorts would only accentuate. Eventually the two appeared to come to a reluctant agreement, and there was a tense exchange of coins for a small pouch. The transaction concluded, the vendor slammed shut and locked his drawers before grabbing his pack and leaving in a huff. Talis glared at him until he vanished, then all traces of annoyance quickly faded.

Mopsus approached quietly. "That looked intense, did you get what you needed?"?

"Oh? It was nothing," he responded dismissively and paced around the now un-attended stall deep in thought. "If I stand there, and you stand here," he spoke as he took Mop by the hand and led him to behind the stall. "Alright, this might do. Don't move." He rounded the stall once more and stood in front, a look of petty satisfaction on his face.

"You think I should get my own cart someday?" Mopsus quipped, placing his hands on the counter while trying to look as serious and professional as possible.

"You do look cute in an apron, but no." He took a few paces back. "Yes, this will do nicely." Moving quickly behind the stall once more, he pressed his back into the corner where the two walls behind them met and started to mutter under his breath.

Mop turned and watched baffled as his boyfriend pulled a bead from his pocket and continued his incantation. Knowing not to interrupt, he glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed. Thankfully, he had already come to the realization this particular vendor was not well-liked, and as such didn't seem to attract a lot of business. A minute passed and there was a slight crackle of electricity as a shimmering dome appeared above and then around them. Or more precisely, a quarter dome that encompassed the corner in which Talis stood to just beyond the vendor's stall. Mop turned and jumped up so he was sitting on the booth, hoofed feet dangling listlessly.

"Huh, it's been a while since I've seen you do that. What's the occasion?"

Placing the bead back in his pocket, Talis approached Mop with a predatory look in his eye. "Don't give me that. You think you can flit that tail around without consequence?" Talis took Mop's horns in his hands and brought their faces together; eyes locked, lips nearly brushing against one another. Mopsus looked up helpless as he continued, "Bad little satyrs get punished." He pulled him from the stall and roughly spun him around. "Take off your shorts."

A tingle of nervousness and excitement ran up his spine as he wordlessly acquiesced and undid the shorts' button. A blush started to form on his cheeks as he slid his shorts down and stepped out of them, his tail fluttering rapidly. Unlike the previous outburst, the sudden appearance of the dome appeared to have garnered the attention of several nearby shoppers. From within the dimly lit interior they could see out; but from the outside the opaque shell prevented anyone from witnessing the activities inside.

"No underwear, I see," Vitalis chuckled and leaned in close, whispering in Mop's ear as his hands roughly grasped the satyr's hips. "I should have known. Now spread your legs for me."

The commanding voice caused his tail to stand at attention and his cock to plump up once more. Though his earlier erection had started to abate, he again grew hard in anticipation and desire as he widened his stance slightly. As he rested his palms on the wooden surface to his front, he could feel his lover crouch down behind him, hands caressing their way from his sides to his ass. His fuzzy cheeks gently spread, Mopsus gasped as his lover's warm breath tickled his skin. A teasing swipe over his balls before that wonderful tongue travelled up his taint and brushed lightly over his puckered ring.

"Ah," he moaned as he was probed softly by the tip of Talis's tongue. "They can't see us, right?"

"Of course not," he replied, pulling back from Mopsus' quivering, clenching hole. "Do those look like the faces of people watching a slutty little doe get his ass eaten in broad daylight?" Several more market-goers had approached, some pressing their faces to the barrier in an attempt to see within.

"I g-guess not," huffed the satyr.

"If you want though, I can drop the spell and we can really put on a show..."

"No!" he whined quickly in protest, hoping Talis didn't notice how his leaking cock jumped at the suggestion. If anyone were to see him in this writhing and moaning state he was certain he would die of embarrassment. Yet... there was something oddly arousing about the possibility of being caught. Of being helpless to resist as strangers watched him being pleasured oh so thoroughly.

Another soft gasp as Talis continued his gentle assault on Mop's tailhole. He switched between lazy circles around the rim and tentative prods with the tip of his tongue. His face was now completely buried in that soft fuzzy crack which freed up his hands for other tasks. One went to grasp Mop's lightly twitching tail, the other reached around to grasp his now throbbing, dripping shaft.

The gentle strokes of his uncut rod while that fleshy appendage breached his ring had Mopsus panting and moaning wantonly. He ground back onto Vitalis' face in an attempt to force it deeper. It was getting to be too much to remain upright, so he dropped to his elbows to help brace himself against the stall.

Lowering his head gave him a perfect view of the action. Framed between his legs the overhand grasp of Talis slowly milking his painfully erect cock; the muscles of his neck taut and shifting with the motion in his jaw as he lapped and slurped at Mop's needy hole. He let out a whining moan as he revelled in the dual sensations tempered by the fear and arousal of being discovered. A muffled chuckle from Talis as Mop quivered and pulsed around his tongue.

Vitalis pulled back briefly to admire his handiwork. "My, my... so greedy. And look at that crowd. Do you think they're beginning to suspect anything?" A wry smile crossing his face. "How many do you think saw us over here before I threw up the dome?" He continued to slowly massage Mop's turgid erection while purring sensually. "I wonder what they think? Are we robbing the place? Some other nefarious deeds perhaps?" Another slow lick from the base of Mop's balls to the underside of his tail. "Do you think any of them would guess you're moaning on my tongue right now?"

"Talis," Mop whimpered in embarrassment and bliss. "I'm getting close."

"Oh! Well don't let me keep you." He buried his face back into Mopsus' cleft, his nose tickling the base of the fuzzy tail, his chin pressed tightly against his taint. The moist organ between his lips once again seeking its prize; that fluttering, clenching ring of glory.

Mopsus shuddered and cried out as Talis escalated his efforts. The stroking of his shaft increased in pace, that magnificent tongue vigorously fucked and slurped at his sensitive tailhole. His thumb teasing the head of his cock and rubbing that delightful spot below the corona. Talis hummed into his backside, the low rumble causing Mop's eyes to roll back into his head.

His mind went blank. His back arched, head thrown back with ecstasy as he let out a loud bleat and was pushed to climax. That delicious tingle raced up his shaft and exploded at his tip. His balls pulled tight to his body, his captive cock shooting rope after rope of pearly white cum. Spunk splattered noisily on the surface of the stall as Vitalis continued to stroke and ravage him orally through his shuddering orgasm. Hips involuntarily bucking backwards onto Talis's face in rapid succession, forcing that wonderful tongue even deeper. The rhythmic pulse of his clenching ring around that thrusting organ further prolonging his blissful release.

But eventually all good things must come to an end and as the contractions receded, so too did Mopsus return to reality. He took several deep breathes and tried to steady himself, the explosive force having taken a toll on the young satyr. "Oh wow," he sputtered. "That was... that was incredible."

A final broad sweep of his tongue from taint to tail before Talis released his grip and returned to his feet, a smug grin on his face. "You sound surprised?" A swift smack to that fuzzy butt forced a yelp from Mopsus.

"No, not surprised. Just... confused." A large erection pressed against the small of his back as Talis pulled him to his chest, wrapping his arms around his shaky lover. "I thought this was supposed to be a punishment, but it felt more like a reward."

Talis chuckled. "I never said you couldn't enjoy my reward, did I?"

"Your reward?"

"For resisting the urge to put you on your knees in front of everyone. For not just taking you by the horns the moment you started to shake that adorable little ass." He smiled at the thought of it. "No, this was mostly for me." A quick kiss to the top of Mop's head before Talis pulled away. He casually wandered to where Mopsus' supplies sat alone, forgotten in the excitement. "Don't worry about the groceries, I'll bring them home."

Mopsus looked over his shoulder questioningly as Talis grabbed the basket in one hand, but there was something in his other hand as well... a familiar piece of clothing. Mopsus' eyes widened in fear.

“Don't thank me yet," a mischievous grin forming on his face. “I'm also taking your shorts."

Mopsus didn't even have time to protest before Vitalis stepped from the bubble and disappeared. Several onlookers stumbled forward in surprise as the spell dropped away; greeting them with a full view of a half-naked satyr.

"Ah!" he shrieked in panic, trying to pull his shirt hem down to cover his still dripping manhood. Blood rushed to his face– and a little to his cock– as he regained his senses and quickly pushed through the crowd to retreat home. His departure followed by a few jeers and whistles as he rushed by, the odd gasp and call of "fucking satyrs" from the market-goers as he weaved through trying unsuccessfully to draw as little attention as possible.

While it didn't take too long to get home, to Mop it sure felt like an eternity. Dodging and veering through the crowded streets, making his way back while trying to hide his shame with his too-short shirt. Soon though he arrived at that familiar darkened alleyway; down which an unremarkable wooden door lay undisturbed amongst cast off crates and empty barrels. It didn't look like much, but it was what Talis used to designate the entrance to their magical abode. Out of breath and damp with exertion he placed his sweaty trembling palms against it to support himself. He hung his head and glared at his treacherous member, once again throbbing and leaking onto their doorstep. Much to his dismay there was something exhilarating about being caught that his body absolutely revelled in.

"Here, let me get the door for you," a sultry voice whispered in his ear.

Mopsus startled, turning to face his tormentor. Talis appeared in an instant having dropped his invisibility enchantment. "Have I told you recently you have the cutest ass? Especially when you're running..."

"I can't believe you did that!" Mopsus cried out, his closed fist thumping against his lover's chest.

Vitalis chuckled and leaned in to capture Mop's mouth with his own. One hand grasping a horn, the other slipping down to grab the trembling satyr's fuzzy butt as they passionately locked lips. Mopsus moaned as Talis pulled back and released his lover. "Judging by that," he smirked and nodded towards Mop's turgid erection, "I think you enjoyed it. Besides, I was with you the whole time, even if you couldn't see me." Another soft kiss, his breath lingering on Mop's lips. "That was your punishment," he smirked before reaching past to the door. "Now let's get inside so I can give you your reward."

Mopsus turned his head slightly, gaze lingering on the mouth of the alley. Watching as the throngs of people strolled by unawares, content to go about their day. "Wait..." he quietly whimpered, ears drooping slightly in embarrassment as the blush returned to his cheeks. "Take me here." Head tilting up to meet Talis' mirthful gaze, their eyes locked together once more. "I need you inside of me right now."

***

Burg was having a hell of a day. First he was shouted out of the house by his wife... again. Something about spending less time in the tavern and more time at the market hocking his wares? Whatever. Then he had to deal with the most pretentious motherfucker alive, who not only insisted on paying far less than fair market value for a pouch of guano, but then had the audacity to critique the quality?

Seriously! Who the fuck cares about the purity of bat shit!

The burly man continued to grumble as he approached his stall for the second time that day. At least a warm meal had been waiting for him when he returned home for lunch. She might not be much to look at, but gods be damned she could cook a mean stew! He knelt down to unlock the compartment when something on the tabletop caught his eye: a note in glowing arcane runes.

Prices too high for such inferior wares.

And next to the words several small puddles of a cloudy white fluid.

"What the shit!" he yelled to no one in particular. "Who the fuck jizzed all over my stall!"