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The morning light filtering through the window curtains. The raucous sounds of birds chirping and singing. The gentle snoring of his satyr lover, the warmth and tickle of his breath on his skin. His short wavy hair resting against his cheek, the slight flowery smell tinged with the scent of sweat from the evening's exertions. It was none of these things that were truly to blame for Vitalis' ascent to wakefulness though. No, this morning fault lay squarely upon a turgid, throbbing erection poking him in the hip.

There were worse ways to wake up, for sure. The brown-haired satyr snuggled in tight, one of his small black horns curved into the space between Talis's neck and shoulder as if the spot had been made just for him. Limbs entangled in familiar positions— one of Talis' hands clasping Mopsus' wrist to his chest possessively, the other come to rest just above the satyr's slightly twitching tail.

Oh that tail. Few things got Vitalis' blood flowing quite like his lover's fuzzy tail. The way it would twitch and flit the more excited he got, how it would stand at attention at the mere sound of Talis' voice. A tail that somehow had a direct connection to his own groin. He could feel himself hardening again, his desire rising once more.

Someone is having a pleasant dream, Talis thought idly. Evidenced not only by the thick slab of satyr meat grinding against him, but by his heavy breathing and deepening blush. His tail twitched with an increasing frequency, and he let out a soft moan as he bit his lower lip slightly. His little lover's sleeping antics were getting to be too much for Talis to tolerate. His own erection now completely hard, a bead of precum leaking onto his stomach.

This would not do at all. The nerve of his little one to get him this riled up so early in the morning. And after only a few hours rest from their last romp, no less! He slipped his hand lower from where it lay and followed the crease between the fuzzy cheeks until he arrived at his prize: that tight satyr tailhole, still moist from Talis's last load. His two fingers dancing across the surface triggering another moan from his sleeping love. Lazy circles rewarding him with a fluttering twitch of both tail and hole, and causing Talis to stifle his own moan as his leaking cock throbbed once more against his belly.

Slipping one, then two fingers inside he was once again rewarded with a needy groan. The ring clamping down on his fingers, the muscle spasming sharply yet almost pulling him deeper. He wouldn't even need his magic to make entrance easier this time, his seed from earlier proving to be more than ample lubrication.

“Mmmm... still leaking from last night, but still you want more? You really are my needy little slut, aren't you?"

Mopsus let out another low moan and pushed onto Talis's hand wantonly. He didn't even have to do any of the work, with Mopsus instinctually rocking on his fingers. His greedy hole clenching rhythmically as if trying to milk the digits that had penetrated him.

“Oh Talis…" he moaned softly, bucking against the hand once more, trying to force the fingers deeper. “I— uhn— oh!" His eyes opened slightly as he looked up towards his human lover. A dopey smile spread across his face as he came to the awareness that he was no longer dreaming. “Good— uhn— good morning love." He grunted in pleasure as Talis curled his fingers to stroke that special spot deep within.

“Good morning?" Talis intoned, raising an eyebrow as he continued his slow assault on the smaller being's love button. “You wake me with your incessant grinding and still have the audacity to act like everything is well and good?" Another gasp elicited from his lover as he continued to lazily finger his hole. Maintaining a firm grip on Mop's wrist, Talis pulled his little satyr's hand to his own aching erection. “This is your fault. But since you were such a good boy last night, I'll let you decide how you're going to take care of it."

Mopsus' sleepy, dopey grin widened further. “Can I ride you?"

“Can you?" a nearly imperceptible smile forming on his lips. “Do you think you can handle it?"

“I will do my best."

Inhaling deeply, Mopsus revelled in his partner's scent. His natural fragrance was flush with fresh sweat and cum, and further fuelled Mopsus' amorous intent. It stirred desire, for sure. But it also evoked strong feelings of love, safety and… belonging. This was where he belonged. Be it at his side or under this human, Vitalis was his heart and home.

A needy moan as Talis's fingers slipped from his rear, and a gasp as it was followed by a sharp slap on the butt. “Get to it then." Talis released Mopsus' wrist and casually placed his hands behind his head to enjoy the show his lover was about to put on.

Carefully swinging his hoofed foot over, he adjusted his position to where he was straddling Vitalis. Aching erections grinding together, Mopsus' fuzzy balls settled on Talis's neatly trimmed package. Leaving a brief kiss on Talis's collarbone, Mopsus sat back placing his hands on his adorably fuzzy thighs. He took another moment to lovingly admire the handsome face and sculpted body that lay beneath him. The slightly mussed hair, the striking blue eyes, and that ever-present look of intensity that always seemed to mask his emotions.

And oh that cock. Mopsus was by no means small down there, but when resting on Talis's endowment it looked almost comical. The human was half again his size, and when Mopsus tried to take them both in his grip it was a spectacular failure. Even with both hands he could barely reach all the way around. Biting his lip to stifle a lusty moan he continued to stroke them together sensually. Another bead of precum smeared onto Vitalis's monstrous organ, another murmur of wondrous desire from Mop.

“Having fun?"

Mopsus blushed again, embarrassed by how easily he was hypnotized by the sensations, by how quickly he forgot this was his time to take the lead. “Sorry", he stammered before leaning forward and placing his hands to each side of Talis's chest. A shift of his hips forward, their shafts sliding together until Talis's tip reached his base, then his balls, before coming to rest near the cleft of his ass. A well practiced roll of his hips as he slid back again and Talis's shaft continued its journey up between Mop's fuzzy cheeks. A shiver up his spine as the head brushed past his entrance before coming to rest at the base of his tail.

Talis didn't know if he was doing it intentionally, but for a brief moment that perfect little tail flitted across the tip of his cock nearly drawing a groan of desire from him. He wouldn't give his submissive little satyr the satisfaction of knowing what it was doing to him, but he could not suppress the twitch of his shaft nor the newly formed bead of fluid at the tip.

Letting out another heavy breath of desire, Mopsus rocked his hips back and forth a few more times teasing Talis's heavy shaft between his buns. Biting his lower lip sensually he locked eyes with Talis— his deep brown orbs a sharp contrast to the icy blue of his beloved. One final slow roll of his hips and the head of Vitalis's cock came to rest against his needy hole. A slight smile crossing his face as he pressed backwards to finally claim his reward.

This time Vitalis couldn't hold the groan. “Fucking fey…" he grunted as his tip breached the outer ring. “Even after last night you're still as tight as the very first time I took you." It was all he could do to resist the urge to thrust up and teach his little goat a lesson for teasing him. No, this was meant to be a treat for his small lover. He would let him set the pace… for now.

Another sharp inhalation as he broke eye contact, eyes clenched shut in concentration. The tip of his tongue peeking out from between his lips as he slowly sank further onto that shaft he loved so much. Another pop as the head pushed past his second ring and caused Mopsus to gasp in pained pleasure.

Fuck he loved that cock. Even just the tip was enough to make him go weak in the knees. But he couldn't stop there. Oh no, he wanted to prove to Talis that he was worthy of this honour. He needed to prove his worth. Another soft moan escaped his lips as he took his love just a little deeper. His poor abused ring clamped tightly around Talis and resisted every single millimetre of the journey.

A little deeper yet and Mopsus' own throbbing erection jumped as Talis's rigid endowment brushed past that magical little button. He gasped again as his sphincter clenched even tighter around the girthy rod's unyielding assault. Thankfully his tunnel was still slick from their previous romp— a combination of Vitalis's magic and several previous loads— because even with all that lubrication his natural tightness always posed a significant challenge.

Mopsus leaned in and rested his sweat dampened brow gently against Vitalis's. Short sharp breathes accentuated his speech. “A-am I doing g-good?"

Without speaking a word, Talis took him by the horns and pulled his precious little goat into a passionate kiss. His tongue asserting his dominance immediately, and he could still taste himself on his lover from the night before. Distracted by the sudden act of aggressive love, Mopsus' descent onto the throbbing member accelerated to where he had taken more than half.

“Ah!" he groaned sharply, breaking the voracious kiss and pulling his head back to regain his breath. Vitalis would be having none of this though, and roughly pulled him back into the oral embrace. The smacking sounds of their lips, the soft moans from the smaller being reverberated throughout the room. A sharp pain in his lower lip as Talis nipped at it almost distracted him from the discomfort of having his hole stretched so thoroughly.

Almost.

Mopsus closed his eyes and surrendered to the kiss. Losing himself in the sensations, all that mattered now was his lover's tongue dancing with his… and the massive cock nearly hilted in his behind.

And then he felt it: his furry butt-cheeks resting on Vitalis's toned thighs. He had done it! He had taken him completely, and on his own! Mopsus's tail flitted back and forth at a rapid pace as if to express his pride and excitement. The dull throbbing of his stretched ring ever present, but the way the pain accentuated the pleasure was a feeling Mopsus adored.

Talis released his horns and moved his hands to lightly grip his satyr's fuzzy butt. Mopsus broke the kiss and pulled back a bit— a huge goofy grin plastered across his face. “I did it!" he beamed with pride.

“You certainly did." A mirthful twitch tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Sitting up straight, Mopsus groaned as the new angle forced his boyfriend's cock a little bit deeper. He glanced down to admire the fruits of his labour, enjoying the fullness deep in his guts and the tickle of his fuzzy sack on Talis's pale skin. His own erection having not flagged at all, still standing at a sharp angle to his belly and bouncing ever so slightly in time with his heartbeat. Mopsus watched as another droplet of pre-ejaculate formed at his tip, but he wasn't the only one who noticed.

Talis reached back with one hand and captured that sparkling bead on the end of his finger before raising it to Mop's slightly trembling lips. Mopsus hungrily took Talis's finger in his mouth and suckled gently, closing his eyes languidly and savouring that slick sweetness on his tongue.

Mopsus let out a needy whine as the finger was pulled away prematurely. Talis knew his boy loved having something in his mouth, but didn't want to encourage him too much yet. Even though Mopsus thought he was the one leading, Vitalis knew better. He'd given him just enough freedom to establish the illusion of control, but ultimately it was he who dictated the pace.

Another moment for Mopsus to catch his breath before it was time to continue with his task. A slight rocking of his hips, and a slow rhythmic pulsing of his back door massaged the base of Talis' captured stave. Biting his lip once more, Mop looked down at his most favourite person with desire and unabashed love in his eyes.

Vitalis cooly returned the gaze, and it was at that moment Mopsus knew he was in trouble. Even the leisurely grinding movement was quickly becoming too much for him. That feeling of fullness from Talis's thick shaft, and the pressure of it gently pressing on that special spot within left Mopsus on the edge of climax much sooner than he had anticipated.

“Is everything all right?"

Mopsus furrowed his brow in concentration and frustration, placing his hands upon Talis's chest to better support himself. “I'm good… I just need a moment."

“Take all the time you need."

But Vitalis was not about to let an opportunity to torment his love pass him by. A slight flex of muscle caused his cock to twitch within his satyr's silky rump. This in turn elicited another gasp from his little partner, whose own neglected phallus throbbed and continued to leak onto Talis's stomach.

“Wait!", Mop gasped sharply.

“What's that?" he smirked and flexed his shaft again, triggering another desperate moan from Mopsus. “I haven't done anything."

“N-no! I can't— ah!" he grunted and shifted slightly to sit back again, setting off another electric shock. Moving his hands back from Talis' chest to his own furry thighs, grasping sharply to try and distract from the tingling sensation that was rapidly building between his throbbing cock and completely stuffed backside.

Talis placed his hands on top of Mop's and pinned them tightly to his legs. A wry grin and a sharp thrust was all it took to finish off the trembling satyr. The simmering tension that had been building was released with the force of a dam breaking. The electricity leapt free, travelling both directions— straight up his twitching shaft but also back towards his abused and aching tailhole.

Head thrown back in absolute pleasure, a surprisingly high pitched moan squeaked out from his parted lips. The first rope of cum exploded from his tip and splashed across Talis's chest. The tight ring of muscle wrapped around Vitalis' cock fluttered and clenched rapidly, drawing a moan from his lips as well. It was all Talis could do to resist the pull of his own orgasm as that absurdly tight asshole tried to milk him for all he was worth.

A second milky shot, followed quickly by a third and fourth added to the mess on Vitalis. His rod continued to jump and throb as his tailhole clenched and pulsed. The time between the delicious spasms getting further apart, until he was able to come back to his senses. Shoulders slumped forward, and wholly defeated, Mopsus rode out the final dwindling tremors of his intense orgasm with a quiet whimper.

“Already?" Vitalis chuckled. “I don't recall giving you permission to come." Releasing one of Mopus's hands, he captured a bit of satyr jizz between his thumb and forefinger and held it up as if for inspection.

“I-I'm sorry. It was too much. I couldn't help it. I just wanted to treat you for once, and I couldn't even—"

Talis cut him off by forcing his cream-laden fingers between his lover's lips, silencing him immediately. Mop's eyes half-closed and glassy, completely mesmerized by his flavour as he was fed his own fresh seed. He suckled the digits in a trance, whining as they were taken away and moaning appreciatively when they were returned with a fresh dollop.

“Oh, my dear little Mopsus. Haven't you realized by now? You are my treat."

Still breathing heavily and grinding instinctively on Talis' erect shaft, the last of his essence oozed lazily from his slowly softening member. Soon all that remained was the sticky residue upon Vitalis's toned and well groomed chest.

“Well? Are you going to clean up the rest of this mess you made?"

A dopey grin his only response, Mop bent forward as far as he could in an attempt to lick the last of his seed from his human. As flexible as he was though, there was no way to reach it all while anchored on Talis's still solid erection. With a groan of disappointment he knew he'd be forced to dismount the tool that had brought him so much pleasure.

He buried his face in the crook of Vitalis' neck and braced himself with his palms on his chest. It was almost a shame that after all the effort of hilting him he wasn't even allowed to get used to the fullness in his belly and the stretching of his ring. He slowly raised his hips, enjoying the pressure and sensations for as long as possible. A sharp intake of breath as the tip brushed past his prostate, and a long sigh of bittersweet relief as it withdrew completely. His poor abused entrance clenched and winked several times before finally returning to its natural state.

Now freed from its silky prison, Talis's cock slapped loudly against his stomach in the remains of the pool left by Mopsus. Knowing what was expected of him, and ever eager to serve, Mopsus left one last kiss on Vitalis' throat before continuing his journey down.

Vitalis had already done a good job at feeding most of Mopsus' mess to him, however a slight stickiness remained. He lapped gently at his chest and savoured in the mild combination of sweat and semen. The bulk of it already gone, the flavour less intense than usual… but still very satisfying. A brief detour and quick nip at one of Talis's nipples earned him a light swat on the head and a little chuckle before Mop progressed southward, dutifully cleaning as he went.

The final stop of his janitorial journey put him between Vitalis's legs, his cheek resting his firm stomach. He suspected his belly button contained the last remnants of Mopsus' premature release, but it was currently being obscured by Talis's large endowment. Mop was forced to take it in his hand and lift it out of the way to get at his treasure.

Admiring the heft and the way it throbbed in his grasp, Mopsus was briefly distracted from his duty. Vitalis was quite tall, and very fit, but Mop would never get over how big that magnificent rod looked in comparison to the rest of him. It truly was breathtaking… visually and practically. The number of times it had reduced poor Mopsus to a quivering gasping mess were almost too many to count!

A quick but noisy slurp and the job was complete. But Mopsus could not help himself, his proximity to that massive trunk had his own staff hardening once more. A soft kiss to the crown before directing his gaze up to his love, his eyes wordlessly begging for permission. A slight smile and nod was all that was needed for Mopsus to take the head in his mouth once more. His tongue danced around the corona as he suckled and licked greedily, stroking the base of the shaft with one hand while his other drifted to those heavy balls below.

Vitalis took such perverse pleasure in how willing Mopsus was to go down on him even after it had just been balls deep in his ass. He thought back to the first time Mop asked permission— begged really— and how it had actually caught him off guard. True, he had already intended to take his mouth right after as a show of dominance, but the submissive satyr's pleading request was truly an early indication of their compatibility.

Granted, that first time Mopsus didn't realize the extent of Vitalis' magic, and how it made such mundane chores like cleaning obsolete. The wave of a hand and a quick mumbled incantation was all it took to turn what might otherwise be offensive into an innocuous situation. Mopsus had been so caught up in the excitement and so eager to impress, in that moment Vitalis suspected he probably would have done anything to please the dominant human. It wasn't until afterwards, when Talis shot a strawberry flavoured load all over the satyr's face that Mopsus began to realize that a little magic in the right hands could really made a difference.

The memory drew another chuckle from Vitalis, which in turn drew a questioning look from the little satyr slurping on his cock. “Keep it up, you're doing very well."

Eyes widening, Mopsus redoubled his efforts. The praise causing him to blush even further and his adorable tail to twitch even faster. He stroked the shaft while bobbing up and down on the knob, taking it just deep enough to not gag on the downstroke while tickling the glans with his tongue on the up. A hum of pleasure squeaked out every time he was rewarded with a fresh droplet of pre.

Feeling the glorious sensations on his cock, and watching that little tail swish and flutter was almost too much for Talis. It took nearly all his willpower to not just grab his amorous little goat by the horns and face-fuck him until he emptied himself down his throat. No, that could wait for later. Now that his desire was fully stoked, he would take his doe and rut him like he truly deserved.

“Actually, that's enough," he spoke with a firm yet slightly playful tone. “As much as I'd love to reward you with a breakfast treat, I'm in the mood for something… else."

Vitalis sat up in bed and reached down to stroke his satyr's cheek. “Get on all fours and present yourself to me."

His ears perked up and he pulled away from the swollen rod with a pop. His grin somehow growing even larger, the excitement on his face as clear as day. “Yesssss…" he hissed in glee. “Thank you thank you thank you!" He practically jumped into position facing the foot of the bed on his hands and knees. His soft tail standing at attention, quivering in need and framing that cute pink hole nestled between his fuzzy brown cheeks. He looked over his shoulder in expectation, biting his lip in anticipation.

Talis snorted in response, amused by his lover's unwavering eagerness. He took his position behind the little satyr and grabbed the base of his tail roughly. With his other hand he led his throbbing length to Mopsus' slightly twitching entrance and placed his glans against that perfect star that he loved to ravage so much. Mopsus instinctually pressed back, eager to have his tailhole stretched once more, but Talis held him in place.

“Not yet, my greedy little slut."

“Please?" he whimpered, still glancing over his shoulder with a desperate look in his eyes. “You said I was a good—AH!"

In one swift motion Talis hilted himself in that slick tunnel. Mopsus threw his head back and cried out in painful pleasure, that delicious combination once more leaving him nearly breathless. With one hand still on his tail and the other grasping his hip, Talis gave him no quarter. He pulled away harshly to where his swollen tip almost broke free before forcefully pushing forward again. Their hips collided sharply, his heavy sack lightly brushing Mopsus' fuzzy one before being separated once more. The battering of Mopsus' love button as that swollen tip barged past it on each stroke left the satyr's own twitching length dripping profusely onto their sheets.

The intensity of his lover's assault forced his face into the bedding as he lost all upper body strength. Only Talis's grasp of his tail and hip kept him from collapsing completely. He moaned and begged into the rumpled linens, his teary eyes clenched shut under the overwhelming cacophony of sensations. His taut ring clamped tightly around Talis's girth. That magical button pummelled mercilessly with every stroke. The feeling of fullness as Talis bottomed out in Mop's guts, forcing his body to rearrange itself around him. The shock of lightning travelling up his turgid erection as it slapped against his belly with each thrust.

“I-I'm coming—“ Mopsus barely squeaked out, voice muffled by the sheets. His hole spasming around the welcome intruder as several shots of cloudy satyr seed splashed onto the bedding below.

Relishing in the sensation of that tight ring trying to milk him once more, Talis grinned but didn't slow his pace. He glanced down to admire the view, watching— almost in awe— as his shaft vanished and reappeared from within the confines of his beloved goat. Oh how he loved the way that tail quivered while he split him open. The feeling of fur tickling his shaft when he pulled out, and the silky squeeze of Mop's inner walls choking him when he pressed forward.

Having reduced his lover once more to a moaning gasping wreck, Talis slowed his momentum to delay his own impending climax. The telltale tingling at the base of his cock letting him know that at this pace he wouldn't last much longer. Granted, judging by the puddle of drool forming near Mopsus's mouth, he wasn't going to last much longer either. It wouldn't be the first time he fucked him into unconsciousness, but Talis generally preferred his lover remember every single moment of their encounters.

“Whaaah?" the shaky voice slurred beneath him. Eyes half closed due to exhaustion, Mopsus tilted his head to the side to try to see what had caused his partner to slow. “More… h-harder." He tried to push himself up onto his elbows as Talis watched on with sardonic mirth, coming to a complete stop halfway buried in his backside. “Please," he begged weakly, trying to buck his hips backwards. “Fuck me… rut me… breed me!"

Vitalis chuckled at that. “Does my little doe want my seed?" Only a small moan and a weak roll of the submissive satyr's hips in response. “Very well then, let's give you your reward." He sheathed himself fully once more and adjusted his position so that his right foot was planted ahead of Mopsus' knee. The new angle gave an even greater degree of penetration, and drew another desperate gasp from beneath him. Still grasping his tail Talis renewed his assault in full.

Mopsus' vocalizations increased in volume and frequency as Talis redoubled his efforts. Soon that tingling sensation returned, but this time he was ready to commit fully. His little satyr wanted to be bred? He would gladly seed him properly!

Slipping his hand from its home at Mop's hip he reached down to take hold of one of those adorable black horns. A sharp jerk pulled Mopsus' chest from the bed while he continued to be bounced unmercifully on Talis's staff. He struggled briefly to try and get his hands under him to brace himself, but it was too late. Talis released his tail and grabbed his other horn, and with another sharp jerk pulled Mopsus upright to his sweat-slicked chest. An animalistic grunt escaped Talis's throat as he hilted himself completely, his shaft swelling even more as he finally released his essence.

Spurt after spurt emptied deep into Mop's guts, the throbbing shaft setting off one final orgasm in the helpless satyr. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he choked and gasped. His own nearly drained balls struggled to keep up, more of a dribble than a shot this time— his swollen member leaking onto the sheets below once more. His pulsing tailhole finally successful in milking his lover, the bountiful load leaving a pleasant warmth deep in his core as he rode out another climax.

His grip on Mop's horns never faltering, his face nuzzling that ruffled brown hair, Vitalis breathed deep of his boyfriend's scent as he finished unloading into him. It was one thing to feel his lover coming on his staff while he fucked him, but it was a whole other experience to feel that involuntary spasm choking and milking him during his own orgasm. Nothing else could even compare.

As he came back to himself, he could feel the satyr impaled on his rod still twitching and moaning softly. Removing his hand from a horn, he wrapped it around his little goat's chest and gently lay back, bringing them to rest in nearly the same position they awoke in. He ran his other hand through Mop's sweaty hair and placed another kiss on the top of his head.

Mopsus snuggled in tight, whining as the slowly softening cock slipped from his rear. “I love you so much Talis," he whispered faintly.

Vitalis smiled softly, his heart full of warmth. He never felt he could find the words to express how much the little fey meant to him, but as long as they could be together he would be the happiest person in the realm. Moments later, a soft snore once again emanated from the boy in his arms.

“You truly are my treat, Mopsus. I love you."