Led Astray
The burly Greek solder grumbled in irritation as he patrolled the edge of the forest. It was a boring shift. Nothing ever happened in this part of the city, it was as far away from the action you could get, not that there was much in the world lately. Still it would be nice to have a post where he could ogle or flirt with the pretty women around town, but no, he had to patrol the outskirts.
He wandered through the trees aimlessly, as his mind wandered around lewd thoughts that made his manhood rise. Suddenly he heard a noise that made him stop in his tracks. At first he thought it might be the wind but it came again. It was the smooth sound of a pan flute being played, quite well at that.
He looked around and after a moment more of listening he found that if he went further into the would the sound got louder. Abandoning his post completely he followed the beautiful music as if enchanted by it, and in fact, that's exactly what was happening though the solder didn't realize it. The sound had ensnared him and all he could do now was follow it like a puppet on a string.
The walk was not all that long. The trees became thicker as he went, so that the sky was mostly blocked out save for the few patches of blue that showed though as a breeze ruffled through the canopy. The music continued on, pausing for only a second as the player took a breath. The solders feet were now moving themselves onward until finally he reached a clearing in the trees.
In the middle of the clearing was a tree. It was rather strange for there to be a single tree in the center but the solder didn't seem to notice, all he saw was the player of the flute. It appeared to be a man, but not completely. The man's hairy muscular upper body became more hairy as eyes traveled down; his loins were also that of a man but the bare hips soon gave way to thick brown fur on his legs. from that point down he was a goat, and atop his handsome face on his forehand were a long thick pair of horns that curved all the way to the back of his head.
He was a Satyr; but they were only a myth, weren't they? This thought didn't register with the solder either, not right away at least. His mind was still dull and stupid from the spell the Satyr had placed on him. The Satyr smiled and stopped playing.
"Well well what do we have here? a man has wandered into my company, and a handsome one at that."He grinned, trotting forward.
"Who are you?" The solder asked. Some of his sense had returned to him, but The Satyr wasn't listening. before he had realized it, the half-goat-man had lifted up the front of his tunic had released his impressive manhood from his loincloth.
"Ooh this is a real treat." The Satyr delighted as he rubbed the semi-hard haft. "So well hung, you are indeed a lovely specimen of man aren't you?"
The solder wanted to object to the touching but for some reason he didn't. Perhaps it was the spell, or maybe he just wanted to be played with, but he let the creature fondle his meat to its full and impressive size.
"I bet the women love you for this. Well, do they human? Are you going to answer me or just stand there like an oaf?" The Satyr knew the difference. It was his spell that had the human like this but he also knew the human was like clay in his hands
"Yea, they do love it." He replied. "And I'd bet you would too, why not have a taste my little friend?"
The Satyr could only grin. Oh how easy they are to manipulate, he thought. Without another word The Satyr knelled before the human and hungrily took the fat head of his cock into his mouth.
The solder let out a long groan of pleasure. The mouth around his cock felt so warm and wet. He was no stranger to such acts, but this was by far the best he's received. The pleasure spread out from his loins as he began to strip off his armor and clothing, he soon stood naked in the clearing, his broad, toned body exposed to the warm summer air, his mind sinking into a state of bliss while The Satyr expertly sucked on his shaft, licking it up and down and even sucking his large sweaty balls into his mouth in turn.
"Oh gods that feels amazing," He groaned. "I'm going to cum if you keep going like that."
"Well we cant have that now can we?" The satyr said grinning, his handsome goatee'd face looking up at the bewitched human. "not yet anyway." He finished, licking his lips as he pulled away slightly. A clear drop of precum formed on the tip of the hunks foreskin. The Satyr licked it off greedily before removing his own loincloth (exposing his own throbbing meat) and turning to present his smooth ass to the human. "Why not put that in here? I guarantee its tighter than any woman."
Without thinking the solder spat on his hand and rubbed it onto his cock. Another wad he produced for The Satyr's tight hole, and in no time, his cock was sinking into the tight hole of the mischievous goat-man.
They both let out sounds of pleasure at the same time. The human groaned at the hot smooth tightness of the Satyr's hole. The Satyr moaned as he arched his back, the humans larger than average cock spreading him open and making his own cock drip it's seed onto the grassy forest floor.
Wasting no time, the human slid his cock out and drove it in just as quickly. The Satyr cried out with pleasure as the Human repeated the motion fluidly, thrusting in and out heavily, the loud slapping of his heavy balls against the Satyr echoed around the clearing along with their grunts and groans of lusty pleasure.
The human's thrusting became more powerful as he drove into the Satyr harder and harder, his partner even having to lean against the tree for support at one point. Then he pulled out.
The surprised Satyr found himself on his back on the soft grass, with the human crawling between his legs. Powerful hands lifted his hooves up to rest on his shoulders while his cock found it's target and resumed the wild frenzy it had been enjoying only seconds earlier.
This human has incredible stamina, the Satyr thought, as his pace had not slowed over the span of nearly half an hour, but he knew the human was reaching his limits. His breathing was more ragged and his sweaty muscles shook with every thrust. He gripped the Satyr's own throbbing cock and began to stroke it. The Satyr cried out with pleasure and in only a few strokes his seed erupted onto his hairy frame. Seconds later, the added tightness from the Satyrs orgasm on his cock sent him over the edge: his eyes clenched shut and a deep grunting groan as his cock swelled inside the Satyr and fired several thick shots of cum deep inside his bowels.
He collapsed onto his partner in exhaustion. His sweaty muscular frame heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His mind began to tire, and the last thing he heard before sleep took him was the Satyr's playful voice saying: "You were right, that was an excellent time, maybe I'll call you to play with me again sometime..."
He awoke again in a daze. As his eyes opened he knew several things: it was evening; he was laying on his stomach on the grass, and the coolness surrounding him told him that he was naked. Above all of this however, he had no idea how he had come to be there. Hadn't he been patrolling the edge of the forest? When did he wander in this far? And why was he naked?
He sat up and looked around, he was in a small clearing surrounded by trees; his armor sat several feet away. He was still confused, but he felt calm and relaxed in spite of it. He felt as though he had a good dream that he had forgotten.
Shrugging the bizarre experience off, he got to his feet and got re-dressed. He could hear the sounds of the city in the distance and began to follow it out. As he neared the edge of the woods, through the soft din of his home before him, he heard something behind him, only for a second and it was gone. It was the unmistakable sound of a flute.