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Cochee's eyes flickered open. Breathing gently, she took in her surroundings. She was looking up at a white ceiling, crossed with dark wooden beams. She could feel the bed underneath her. She pressed her fingers into it, and felt the tiny points of feathers inside. She stretched and rolled over, shutting her eyes and dozing lightly. When she finally managed to pull herself from the seductive call of sleep, she sat up and took a good look around. The room was simplistic in design and colour; neutral blues and off-whites creating a calming atmosphere. She looked the opposite way, and saw the Trickster watching her intently. She shrank back under the duvet and winced, a few small cuts and bruises she had not noticed before flared up.

"So you're awake," he said, calmly. "Good. I'm glad you survived the crossing. It can be traumatic to the mortal mind."

"Where am I...?" she asked. "I've never seen a room like this back home."

"You are in one of the rooms of my abode. I tailored it to your needs, or an approximation of them." A faint smile passed over his face. "You are here to begin the new life you asked for."

"Wha... Did you find someone for me? Are they here?" She looked around the room eagerly. She saw no one else in the room. 'No windows... One door...' she thought to herself.

"They are indeed here. They just need to know you are serious about your wish..." She started nodding frantically before he finished his sentence. "Very well..." He grinned widely. "Let us begin."

He scooted over to her, and before she could even flinch his hands closed over hers, moving them up above her head.

"What are you doing?" She whimpered, a confused and shocked look passing over her face.

"Giving you what you wished for. A man who's happy, healthy and can give you children. You didn't specify any more that that..." He produced a short length of soft rope and tied her hands together and to an iron bar behind her head. She let out a small squeak of protest before he kissed her roughly. His hands travelled slowly down her arms to her small breasts, gently squeezing them and provoking her nipples to stand by lightly pinching them between his slim fingers. He broke from the kiss, and gave her a wide grin.

"If you deny me, I have no choice but to force it upon you. I must fulfil your wish." He ran his fingers through her soft fur from her breasts to her naval, then to her plump thighs. She winced, and squeezed her thighs tightly, denying him access. He sighed, and pulled them apart. He ran a finger over the fur hiding her innermost privacy, spreading her legs further until it was no longer covered. He gently stroked the pale pink folds, and lingered over her clitoris.

"I hope you're ready for this. I will give you time to become aroused. You may think I'm cruel, but this is for your benefit." He spoke quickly, without emotion, giving the small, sensitive bump another caress. Despite her reluctance, her body was beginning to betray her. He moved his finger down towards her small hole, pushing in a little.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?"

She nodded, too stunned to speak. He brought his finger up to show her. A streak of wetness covered the tip of it, and he grinned again.

"See? You are enjoying it. Evidently I can take things a little further. Would you prefer me to take the form of a satyr? I can do so if it pleases you." She remained silent for a few seconds, then shook her head.

"Very well. I will do what I can to make it as painless as possible." He untied her wrists from the iron bar and flipped her onto her stomach, raising her hips up so she was on her knees. He swiftly removed his clothing and moved his hips closer to hers. The tip of his hardness pressed against her and he slowly pushed inside, stopping when he felt the resistance of her maidenhead. He made shallow thrusts at first, and she was beginning to enjoy it. Just as she emitted her first small sigh of pleasure he thrust deep inside her. The moan turned into a squeal as a sharp pain pierced her insides, and she tried to wriggle away. He pulled out slowly and thrust in again.

"The worst part is over now, but you will be sore for some time. You will get used to it eventually." He quickened his pace as she gritted her teeth against the pain. It felt like it would never end, a red hot poker spearing her over and over again. Just as she was starting to regret this whole thing, it slowly faded and she began to enjoy it once more. Her breathing quickened to match his, and she started squeaking from pleasure every now and then. He had been pacing himself up until then. She whimpered softly as he drew back slowly and quickly pushed his entire length inside her. He repeated the jerky, forceful movement a few times then increased his pace. Cochee could do nothing but try and hold herself steady, as his movements threatened to unbalance her. Her tightness had made it hard for him to hold off his imminent orgasm to start with, and he hoped to leave her with some kind of satisfaction. Her wetness was coating the fur around her thighs and her moans were becoming closer together and more high pitched. She was close to her own orgasm without even knowing it, so when it hit she cried out in pure ecstasy. Her already tight hole contracted, pulling him further inside her. With a short grunt he thrust a few more times, letting her ride it out. The rhythmic tightening of her hole pushed him closer to the edge and he grabbed her lightly furred hips, forcing himself deeper into her. She cried out once more as he shot his potent sperm into her, seeping past her cervical barrier and into her fertile womb. He had worked a little magic on her while she slept, ensuring her ability to carry at least 2 children. He gently squeezed her hips as the bliss of his orgasm passed, and pulled out of her. He stood and redressed quickly, whilst explaining to her that if she wished to ensure fertilisation she would need to stay in bed with her hips raised for a while. She agreed, her fear and shock long forgotten. Turning over gently, she pushed a pillow down and tucked it under her rear. Fatigue engulfed her in the aftermath of her orgasm, and she rubbed her eyes sleepily.

"Thank you..." she said, her voice wobbling slightly. "I'm glad I'm here now. I hope I have children. Will they be like me?"

"Yes, they will be satyr. You can use any facilities here you may need, but for now I will keep your door locked. I need to construct more rooms." He smiled gently, then left the room. As he opened it, Cochee caught a brief glimpse of the outside. A vast, barren landscape with a angry, violent purple sky swirled above dead trees and crystalline structures, a massive contrast to the peace and serenity of her room. A freezing gust of wind swept over her and she shivered violently, only starting to warm again when he closed the door. She heard the click of the lock in the door, and she fell into an uneasy sleep.