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comewithmeintothedeep · 1 year

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Masc!Reader X Satyrs

Word Count: 7419 Explicit: Yes. Warnings: Public sex, gangbang, dubcon, marathon sex, rimming, anal.

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You were always close with your grandfather. When your family moved away, he did everything he could to support you and your parents financially. Your tongue wasn’t quite as advanced as his, the old coot being able to speak fluently in both Greek and English. You knew some Greek, both your parents spoke it, but you were far better at understanding it than speaking it.

You could speak it, if you had to. Your sentences were very broken and informal, though. And oftentimes, you needed to pause to translate slowly in your head or fish for the specific word you were looking for. And it could get kinda embarrassing sometimes.

But your grandfather was always patient with you. Whenever your parents spoke to you in Greek, you responded in English. Your grandfather took the effort to try and teach it to you. And at this point, you could at least read it and understand how to pronounce the words, even if you couldn’t quite translate them well just yet. And your grammar has certainly improved. You at least knew how to properly conjugate your verbs and understood the mechanics of casual conversation much better.

You couldn’t imagine a world without your grandfather in it.

Until one day, he died. You weren’t a little kid anymore, you were an adult who was still wondering what to do with your life. The loss hit you hard, and you weren’t even sure what path you wanted to pursue in life.

You were shocked when your grandfather left you the largest sum of his money in his will and his home in Greece. You did take more language classes growing up and learn more Greek, but you weren’t entirely sure if you should take the house. You were tempted to give your house to your parents.

But they insisted that you should have it. Your grandfather did leave it to you, after all. And you were curious to actually experience Greece for yourself for the first time. Living there would be pretty interesting.

And who knows? Maybe you’d be able to find a way to live your life, there. Maybe the answer would come to you and you’d finally know what to actually do with your life. As sad as the circumstances around it made you feel, your grandfather made sure you were set for a very long time.

You were going to make sure to be responsible with that money.

With help from your parents, you packed your essentials with you, paying extra to bring extra suitcases on the plane with you that you could carry. Everything else you could potentially need, but weren’t urgent, your parents would ship to you.

While you were excited, you were afraid. You were nervous. You had never been this far from your parents before and certainly not to a completely different country. But deep down, you felt this was the right thing to do.

Your grandfather left you this house for a reason. You would be a fool not to trust him now that he was gone.

Arriving at the airport in Ioannina, you began to realize that navigating was a lot easier than you thought it would be. Once you were out in the world on your own, your innate sense of and desire for independence took hold, and you managed to navigate to the harbour on the island.

Apparently your grandfather’s house was just on the outskirts of the main city, a bus drive away from the main hub of the city. And you had to admit, when you were traveling and seeing the sights on your way, you couldn’t help but find it all incredibly beautiful! All the architecture and the greenery was something so much more special than at home. It was on the western shore of Lake Pamvotis.

It was easy for you to settle into the idea that you were going to live here. It was nothing short of enchanting to be here in Greece. You had a feeling you were going to get used to living here.

Thankfully, the address of your grandfather’s house was not too far, but once you laid eyes on it, you were shocked at just how nice it was. It was far up a hill, decently removed from neighbours, and it was a sizable property. Even on the front door, you could see a balcony overlooking a waterfall that led to what looked like a comfortable and nice-looking spring, completely private and secluded.

The house itself had a spectacular view of the lake and the city beside it.

You couldn’t believe your grandfather lived here all by himself. But then again, now that you were, you had a feeling you were going to experience the magic that he experienced that made him stay for most of his life.

Quickly, you brought your things inside and began to plan.

Most of your stuff was going to be mailed to you, so all you really had were the essentials. Hygiene, clothes, entertainment items, whatever you deemed necessary to have in the meantime of getting the rest of your stuff for you to move in with. Thankfully, the bed wasn’t much of an issue. It was actually quite nice, and very big. You were pretty sure it was a king sized bed.

The bathroom was even more spacious. You were pretty sure this was meant for a party, not for a single person. Though, then again, your grandfather’s place did used to house multiple people. It was meant for a whole family.

It just turned out that he would wind up living in the house alone for the rest of his life. And now, it was yours. He wanted you to have it.

Could you live like that? Maybe he wanted you to start a family in it someday. There was certainly space for it. And you could definitely imagine bringing someone home with you in a place like this.

You were tempted to take a nap, but the jet lag would mess you up if you slept too early and you were curious about the outside of the house as much as you were curious about the inside. So, after having settled down and put your stuff where it needed to be, you decided to walk out the back of the house to make your way down to the spring you saw. It was what immediately drew your eye.

What you didn’t know was that you weren’t alone. In fact, you had quite a few pairs of eyes on you staring at you from where you couldn’t quite see. But they saw you coming…and they knew you were there. “A shame, really…” The leader said, running his hand over his neck as he looked to his companions. “He lived a good long life, but it’s still quite tragic to see him gone so soon.”

“He was always so kind to us.” One of the males replied solemnly. Though, he couldn’t help but be curious about you as you made your way down the stone steps. “Is this the grandson?”

“It must be.” Another one of the males replied. “He did speak rather fondly of him. What was the name he gave us? (Name)? Yes, that’s it.”

The remaining male stayed silent, but the female was practically bouncing on her cervine haunches, little tail flickering with excitement. “Ohhh, he’s so cute! Can we meet him, please?”

The leader pauses, looking at his little enclave with a bemused grin. Naturally, they would want to welcome you to your new home. And he knew your grandfather well enough to know that he would have wanted you to have someone to help you. Someone to show you around.

He waved a hand to the female and chuckled. “You can go welcome him.” The leader gave her his blessing. “Try not to jump on him too quickly, he doesn’t know we live here or that we exist. Ease him into it and give him a warm welcome.”

Eagerly giggling, she trotted away into the undergrowth and made her way to the spring, out of your sight as you made your way down the stone stairs.

You had to admit, this spring looked even more serene up close. It was like something out of a Greek painting. It was easy to see how the ancients saw such beautiful places and imagined nymphs and other playful creatures. Creatures that were as alluring as they were dangerous, ones that would trick you with promises of pleasure and euphoria while you wasted away in blissful ignorance.

The story of the lotus eaters was one that tended to stick in your mind the most out of all of those fables.

Comforted and assured by the privacy of your grandfather’s – your home’s spring – you began to disrobe and strip down. It was still difficult to think of this place as your own. And now that you were out here, you began to feel the weight of your solitude and you began to feel lonely. Here you were, without your family here with you for the first time in your life.

You were completely on your own. It was equal parts exciting…and lonely.

Breathing a solitary sigh, you slid off your underwear and tepidly slipped into the water. It was cool, but not cold. Whether it was because of the hot weather or because of how seemingly fresh and clean the water was, it was a welcome sensation. It helped to wash off the brief solitary feeling.

Meanwhile, while you were naked and submerged in the water, you were blissfully unaware of the growing presence swimming towards you. She was eager to meet you, if you were anything like your grandfather. You must be kind if he trusted you with his house.

You didn’t slip far enough away that your feet were unable to touch the rocks beneath your feet, so you didn’t feel unsafe. You weren’t exactly up for a full-on swim, right now. Maybe tomorrow.

The sound of water splashing made you snap your head in its direction. When your gaze met the dark eyes of an (admittedly very beautiful) woman swimming towards you, you instinctively covered yourself. Damn it! You should’ve thought about the neighbours. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to – I didn’t think anyone –”

“Oh! You speak English!” She replied. She didn’t seem fazed at all by your very clear nakedness. In-fact, when you got a good look at her when she drew closer, you realized she was also naked.

Very very naked. You couldn’t help but stare. “Y-yeah, and also Greek.” You stammered. You didn’t want to seem like you were a complete newbie or a tourist. “I can speak Greek, too. Though, it is my second language.”

“Oh, don’t worry! You don’t have to feel shy. We’re going to be neighbours from now on, after all.” She seemed so chipper. You had to admit, you’d heard Greek accents in your family before, but you had no idea that it would sound so attractive from someone like your newcomer.

Getting a closer look beyond her rather prominent bust, you were met with both an alluring and a perplexing visual. Her skin was a dark tan common among the local population, with curly dark hair to accompany it. But from her hair, were a pair of small horns and a pair of goatlike ears.

It was quite cute, actually. You couldn’t help but be mesmerized. Especially with the depths of her chocolate brown eyes staring back at you. “R-right, neighbours.” You found it very difficult to speak either of the languages you knew. “And is this normal for you?”

She simply shrugged. “It’s nothing unusual for us.” She replied, growing closer. You were starting to realize how close she was getting to you and you instinctually backed up against the lip of the natural spring, unsure of how appropriate or inappropriate this situation was. “We’ve always had rather close relationships with the people who live here. We do live for a very long time, after all.”

You supposed that made sense – wait, what? Before you could even question that, the woman was much closer to you, practically pressed up against you. Her breasts were pressed right up against your chest and you had to swallow to maintain even a modicum of decency in her presence. The only place else your eyes were willing to fixate on were her eyes.

Her very beautiful, dark, and deep eyes. Deep and rich and warm, swirling with a sweet enticement.

Oh dear.

“What’s your name?” She suddenly asked you, as if this situation was completely normal.

Trying desperately not to let your now conspicuous erection touch her (lest you be accused of acting indecently), you coughed a little, trying to back up to create some distance between you. You weren’t even sure if giving your name was wise, but your better wit was preoccupied with other prospects at the moment. “E-erm…it’s (Name).”

The spritely woman smiled back. You felt lighter than air. “That’s a cute name. I’m Gianna.”

If she thought your name was nice, hers was beautiful. “It’s n-nice to meet you, Gianna.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, (Name).” Your name sounded so sweet on her tongue. You couldn’t help but melt. But as you continued to subconsciously walk backwards, you realized you were slowly rising out of the water. If you rose any further, she would see your desperate erection popped up and ready to go against your will.

You couldn’t embarrass yourself in front of such a beautiful woman. Not like this.

But then, before you could even realize it, an ill-placed footstep landed you in a position most compromising, flat on your back, and completely exposed.

Instinctively, your hands flew down to cover your dripping goods, face deeply flushed with crimson shame. A profuse number of frantic apologies fumbled out of your lips. You were so distracted with your embarrassment that you didn’t even notice that Gianna had brushed your hands away and that her lips were wrapped around you.

A shudder wracked your whole body as she sucked deeply, taking you all the way to the hilt without hesitation and suckling as she slowly pulled off, releasing you with a wet pop and a pleasured sigh. You, in turn, couldn’t help but slump against the cool stone against your backside. Without realizing it, your hands were on her head, buried in her gorgeous curly hair, fingers tracing the base of her horns.

They felt so real. And her mouth felt so warm and soft.

“Relax. I want to get to know you, (Name).” Gianna murmured to you, your hard cock resting against her cheek as she glanced up at you between her elegant eyelashes. “Relax. Let’s get acquainted, shall we?”

If you were a wiser man, you would have seen the warning signs and run away.

But at the moment, wise you were not, and you were absolutely picking up what she was laying down. You softly caressed her horns with your hands, sighing blissfully before getting a firm grip on them. “I like the sound of that.”

Without hesitation, you slid your cock right past her plush lips and shuddered contentedly when you felt her tongue lavish your shaft and her swallow around your tip, sucking you in and welcoming you completely. You barely even started and you weren’t sure if a blowjob could ever feel this good. “Ahhh…fuck.” You hissed through your teeth, shallowly thrusting your hips into her mouth.

Gianna was holding onto your thighs, sucking your cock diligently once you took control. And she wasn’t modest about it. Not that she was being sloppy, she was just thoroughly enjoying herself. Something you felt quite prideful of. You’ve never met someone who had shown such a strong interest in you so soon, but right now you were quite the sucker for those beautiful brown eyes.

And they were staring up at you intently through her long dark eyelashes.

If Gianna had her way, she’d have been on you immediately. But, she wanted to make sure you were receptive. That wouldn’t make for a good first impression if she made for a bad neighbour. After all, you were going to be living close to each other for a good long while. She needed to be hospitable.

So many events to invite you to! She hadn’t had someone to invite to cultural events in decades. She was so excited to finally be able to include someone! And a human, too! Her people have had somewhat of a bad reputation from ancient times. Whether it be as sex-crazy maniacs or laughingstocks. Granted, they were a jovial celebratory sort with a virile inclination, but they were hardly barbarians.

They weren’t centaurs, after all.

Though, they did have rather intense emotions. Whatever they felt at any given time, they felt a lot of it. Sex was a part of their culture. It was a way to relieve tensions between parties, as well as stress and to let off steam. It wasn’t uncommon for those events to be public. Rival clans often consummated their conflicts publicly as a show of good will.

To demonstrate to their people that there was no bad blood and all was resolved.

Of course, intense shows of dominance between enemies weren’t necessarily uncommon, but it was far more frowned upon to do so.

In-fact, this was, in a way, a part of her culture, too. A sort of initiation. A way of saying ‘welcome, please feel free to make yourself at home, we’re happy to have you here.’

Gianna was the designated diplomat of her small group. She had the natural charisma and patience for the job. You’d understand once you got a more official welcome from everyone.

Meanwhile, you were just enjoying the best head you had ever gotten. You couldn’t help yourself. You picked up the pace, smacking your hips against her lips, breaths coming out rapidly. Your abdomen was beginning to feel tight. No, you couldn’t cum this soon! It was too early to bust a load. You wanted this to last longer!

You didn’t want Gianna to just be done with you and move on. You wanted more from her than this.

Exercising painful self-control, you stopped her, pulling her off your cock with heavy panting. A string of saliva and precum was connecting her tongue to your tip and the blissed out look on her face made you leak conspicuously more.

The woman blinked up at you in confusion. Why did you stop? You weren’t finished and you seemed like you were close. Wait! Oh. You wanted more than this. She didn’t realize you were so eager to be welcomed. She’d get to signal the others to welcome you, too. But, she still had a job to do and she refused to disappoint.

You were just wanting a little break to not blow your load too soon. But you felt her shift and you grabbed a hold of her in a panic. You didn’t want her to go, yet.

But then, as she shuffled towards you, you realized Gianna wasn’t leaving. She had her hips positioned right above yours, angling herself above your cock. But as you took a look at her, you realized with a shock that either she was a really skilled cosplayer…

Or Gianna was an honest to gods satyr.

Your hands found purchase on her hips, the fur being much softer than you were expecting, though still wet. The dark fur matched her curly hair and on each side of you, splayed out so she could maintain balance and support herself, were a pair of goat legs. Nimble and bowed. Graceful.

And honestly, beautiful.

You were about to comment on it before suddenly she began to sink down on your member, her warm and incredibly slick walls enveloped you, welcoming you into her plush, soft, and pretty pussy. You weren’t sure if women could be so warm and wet, but here you were, hips flush and losing your mind over how good it felt just to be sheathed inside of her.

Looking down at you, Gianna couldn’t get enough of you. Yes, this was an entirely diplomatic thing, but you were just so cute. So handsome. She liked you already. You were going to get along nicely with the others. She hoped the leader would like you just as much.

But she was getting needy, her clit getting twitchy rubbing up against you. The satyr needed to be satiated and she wanted to satiate you as well. It wasn’t fair if she was the only one having fun.

Having an unsatisfied partner was nothing short of unacceptable.

Leaning down, Gianna ran her fingers through your hair, smiling down at you sweetly while she held your chin in her hand. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Was this a dream? It had to be. There was no way a woman or an experience this blissful could be real.

You must have fallen asleep in this house and this was your wet dream. A bit of an odd time for it, but you weren’t really complaining right now.

Suddenly, Gianna leaned down and pressed her soft lips to yours, hands holding onto and caressing your face. She kissed you deeply, slipping her tongue past your own and you kissed her back just as fervently. She tasted like chocolate and wine. What a wonderful combination of flavours!

Then, her hips began to bounce and you were just about to lose your mind. The friction and the slick warm of her pulsating walls was making your head swim. And she wasn’t being slow about it, either. She was riding you vigorously, the wet sounds of her hips slapping against yours louder than the sound of the spring around you.

You couldn’t hold back the sounds you were making, moaning and groaning into her mouth. Your sensitive tip was being squeezed and sucked in by her warm walls, brushing up against her core as she rode you. All you could do was hold onto her shoulders and let her hold you. Gianna was making an absolute mess of you and you welcomed it completely and fully.

Not realizing that the pair of you had an audience. A few pairs of dark eyes were fixed on you two, Gianna making quite the show for them. The men were muttering amongst themselves while she fucked you, eagerly hopping on their hooves. “Gianna wasn’t kidding, he is cute.”

“Isn’t he, Manolis?” The three of them weren’t too difficult to tell apart. All three of them had curly hair, but they looked distinct. The one speaking had short curly dark hair and he sported a well-kept goatee. “Gianna did a very nice job getting him warmed up to us.”

“A shame she didn’t get to finish giving him oral, though.” The one with long dark hair lamented with a disappointed hum.

Rolling his eyes, the one with facial hair bumped him with his elbow. “I’m sure Gianna won’t mind you doing that favour for her once she’s done with our new neighbour.”

The only blond one between them, folded his arms. “Hopefully she’ll be done soon…I want a turn.”

“Don’t worry.” The goateed one replied eagerly. “We’ll all get a turn soon.”

You were none the wiser to the quiet discussion happening adjacent to you. You were far too preoccupied with Gianna bouncing rapidly on your cock. It was almost too much. She was so fast! It was honestly impressive how strong she must be with her stamina. There was no was that she was inexperienced. It was impossible for her to be.

Gianna could feel you twitching. Even with her speed, she could feel you twitching. You were ready to cum, your voice hitching while you kissed. She couldn’t be happier to make you cum. It would be the first of many. And then, the others could join in, too.

But suddenly, you managed to surprise her. Throwing your arm around her back, you flipped the both of you over, straddling her and pounding into her. Gianna began to cry out, so pleased that you were so accepting of the initiation. She held onto you fast and tight, clinging to you while you pistoned into her rapidly.

You were unbearably close. And in no time at all, with a harsh snap of your hips and a heady groan, you came inside of her, burying herself into her as deeply as you could. You weren’t sure if you’d ever come so hard, but fuck, it felt so good. You kept thrusting shallowly into Gianna as you came, kissing at her neck and fondling her chest.

She was more than content to just let you bask in your afterglow. She wasn’t done yet, but she had a much higher libido than humans could keep up with. She couldn’t blame you for finishing so soon.

While Gianna was busy carding her fingers through her hair, the peanut gallery that had been observing you decided to come into full view, she giving them a greeting. “Γειά σου!”

Wait, who was she saying hello to?

Before you had a chance to ask, you came face to face with a man’s cock. Looking up, you saw a very pretty looking man attached to a pair of porcelain furred goat legs. The man had a very soft-looking face, but the same chocolate-hued dark eyes that Gianna had.

You were taken completely aback. Had they been watching you and Gianna have sex this whole time? Probably. Satyrs and their insatiable sex drives. That much you knew about them for certain. “Γειά σου! I’m Manolis.” He introduced, taking your chin in his and lifting you up into a sitting position to face him. You couldn’t help but be entranced by him.

Another satyr walked behind him, giving Manolis a kiss before approaching Gianna. His hair was long and curly like Manolis’s, but much darker. He had a bit of a sharper face than Manolis.

Gianna’s eyes widened at the sight of him. “Γειά σου, Filippos!” Was all that came out of her mouth before the male satyr – Filippos – lined his erection up with her mouth and thrust it in, the woman clinging to his hips while he began to fuck her face.

The brazen sight of it had you transfixed. Long enough for you to not notice the presence looming behind you.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands on your ass, pulling your cheeks apart. Behind you, the goateed satyr whistled at the sight of you. He had a feeling both you and Gianna would enjoy this, but he didn’t want to alarm you. It was time for the rest of the satyr men to welcome you into their enclave. “Γειά σου! Don’t worry, just getting you ready. My name is David.” He introduced to you.

You were beginning to feel a bit nervous. Your dick was still inside of Gianna, who was now getting a face full of cock from Filippos, who glanced back at you with a quirky smile. “Γειά σου! What’s your name?”

Clearly, Gianna wasn’t in a position to answer for you, so you had to. “(N-Name).” You replied hastily, blinking up at them dumbfounded. Was this how they always greeted neighbours? This felt a bit odd.

Suddenly, you gasped. “A-aaaaaaah!” A shocked yelp that turned into a moan spilled out of your lips when you suddenly felt a tongue swipe up your hole. You tried to wiggle away from it, shocked at the sudden intrusion, before Manolis took your chin in his hand and suddenly kissed you, tongue and all. All the while, you were getting stimulation from all sides. Your cock was still inside of Gianna, whose insides were now clenching and twitching around you with Filippos being busy with her mouth, your ass which was being rimmed by David, and Manolis who was kissing you.

On top of the fact that you had just cum. You were very sensitive right now. You weren’t exactly prepared for this level of attention from multiple parties.

Manolis pulled away from you and caressed your face. “Don’t worry, (Name).” He purred sweetly at you, his voice smooth (and honestly, very attractive), as he addressed you directly.

The blond satyr suddenly pulled you up a bit, lining his cock up with your mouth. “We’ll take good care of you.”

Before you could protest, Manolis suddenly pushed himself into your mouth with a drawn out groan, and behind you, David was suckling on your hole, having wormed his tongue inside of you. “Γαμώ, είναι ωραία...” Manolis grunted lowly, his hands gripping your jaw tightly as he kept himself sheathed in your mouth. You didn’t hate the taste, it was simply unexpected.

So much stimulation. It was drowning your brain in so much sensation. Your asshole was twitching and tightening around David’s tongue, practically kissing him back, and your cock was twitching inside of Gianna while she was getting facefucked by Filippos. And your mouth was full of Manolis’s cock.

By the time he started to move his hips in shallow thrusts into your mouth, the scene became a steamy visage of heady grunts and groans from the satyr men and needy whines from you and Gianna. You couldn’t help yourself. This all felt so fucking good! You were thrusting shallowly into Gianna while David was eating your ass and you were happy to let Manolis use your mouth like a fleshlight, your jaw going slack.

What a whore you easily became.

Your abdomen was growing tight again, but you had far less control this time. Manolis had a tight grip on your jaw and David held fast onto your hips. By the time he had finally released his lips and tongue from your hole, it was flaring at the absence. And you realized just how empty you felt. How needy you felt.

There was a pause you felt as David stood up. You tried to tilt your head to get a better look, but Manolis simply held your head in place. “Ah ah ah, τα μάτια πάνω μου, σέξι.” Fuck, Greek sounded so fucking hot coming from these satyrs. “Be patient.”

Manolis loved the look on your face. So shocked, yet so needy. You let yourself be used so easily. He already knew he was going to love having you around. All your needs would be met. You would be provided for and cared for. You would be theirs. A part of their little clan.

All that was necessary was for their leader to approve.

The blond satyr’s cock was already very nice and happy in your mouth. You took him so well and your mouth was so warm. You swallowed him so nicely and your lips were so soft. You kept your teeth tucked away very politely. Manolis wouldn’t be letting go of you anytime soon.

David, meanwhile, exchanged a look with Manolis. Such good hips for holding onto. Such a nice plump ass to knead and spread. He hoped you would be ready to take him fully, now. He wanted to give you a proper welcome as part of their group. Gianna was first as a matter of course, but now you had to run by them.

But David already liked you. The bearded satyr enjoyed how you shook your hips for him. And the sound you made the moment he touched his tongue to your needy hole made him fall for you so quickly. He was going to enjoy plowing into your lovely little plush ass.

Careful, now…

You were waiting. Waiting desperately for whatever was going to happen next to just happen. They’d gotten you so worked up and you just wanted to get fucked, already. Damn it, just do it!

Soon, you felt a blunt hot head push into your slick ass and you whined at the intrusion, trying to grab onto anything to keep yourself steady. Manolis was holding you up by your head and David was holding you by the ass, groaning and hissing through his teeth as he slowly slid into you.

Your hand held onto someone else’s, their fingers interlacing with yours. When you glanced away from Manolis, you found yourself looking at Filippos, still happily fucking Gianna’s face from above while holding onto your hand.

It was strangely intimate, being connected to all four of them at once in some way.

Eventually, David managed to fully sheathe himself inside of you. It was a tight fit, but you managed. And he loved how you squeezed around him. You were holding him in a vice grip, so hot and wet for him. Shallowly, he began to thrust into you, making you whine.

You felt so full. There was not a part of your body that wasn’t being used in some way and you felt so fulfilled. You had never felt so complete. If this was really a dream, you didn’t want it to end.

After a few moments, getting used to the feeling of David being inside of you, suddenly you felt his hips snap into your ass, pushing you forward and into Gianna, making her yelp. Unbeknownst to you, David had lurched forward and pulled Manolis into a heated kiss, starting to pound into your ass while he started to fuck your face in earnest.

Even Filippos didn’t want his mouth to go unused, so leaned forward and started to rim Manolis.

It was an entire circle connected, and you were at its centre, the central figure in this wonderful Greek orgy.

Your ass was being pounded mercilessly while your cock was being drilled into Gianna once more. It was like David was fucking her through you. It was a feeling you had never felt and you loved it. Every time he pulled away, you just wanted him closer. His thrusts were quickly pushing you to the edge. It was no surprise when you finally came, cumming in a heated sloppy mess inside Gianna. But the satyrs still weren’t done.

They kept fucking you even after you had cum again. But even then, your intense orgasm had you squealing and whining desperately like a bitch in heat. And it was a huge turn-on for them. Manolis could feel you hungrily and needily swallow him down and David could feel your walls flutter around his throbbing cock as he pounded away at your prostate. And Gianna could feel herself growing closer with every harsh thrush by David and the constant throbbing and pulsing of your cock inside of her.

Soon enough, it was too much even for them. All in unison, they all came with a loud wanton groan all, Gianna crying out lewdly around Filippos’s cock. You could feel it all around you. You could feel Filippos’s hand squeezing yours, Gianna’s pussy contracting and sucking your cock in, your ass fluttering around David’s pulsating dick, filling you to the brim with rivulets of hot cum warming you from the inside, and Manolis’s cock throbbing against your tongue and into your throat, filling you up from the other end.

On and on this went for the whole day, all of you taking turns fucking each other in so many different positions. You were simultaneously treated like a previous queen and like a whore. Over and over, the satyrs all lavished you with sexual attention. Their stamina impressed you. Even when you were limp and unable to move, they still could not stop fucking you every which way.

At some point, they were able to take you in the same hole, stretching you out with Gianna on your lap.

By the time the final participant would arrive, you were laying on your back. Manolis was riding your cock facing away from you. Filippos was also on his back across from you, with his hands on your hips and his length buried in your ass with your feet caging his own furred abdomen. And lastly, David had his cock down Filippos’s throat while he was sucking Manolis off. All the while Gianna was riding your face, you eagerly lapping up all of her juices and gripping her hips while she eagerly bounced on your mouth.

All at once, the satyrs stopped what they were doing and stepped away from you, shuffling away. You were confused and whined from the absence. It suddenly felt so cold without them all.

When you cracked your eyes open, your eyes laid on the man they were all looking at. He was a satyr, like the rest of them, but he was much taller and stronger than them. He was built like he could pick you up without even trying. His fur was the darkest and he sported very long curly hair that cascaded down to his goat legs. His beard was well-kept and curly. It looked very soft.

He smiled down at you, picking you up in his arms bridal style. “Οπως ήσουν. Θα ήθελα να περάσω μια στιγμή μαζί του.” He ordered them in Greek. You understood what he said, and despite your limp body, you desperately hoped that he would want to fuck you, too. He looked so handsome and from what you could tell from the dynamic compared to the others, he seemed to be in charge.

Maybe they were getting you ready for him. Oh, the things you wanted him to do to you.

As he walked away with you in his arms, you could faintly hear the distant moans of the others continuing to have sex without you there. You immediately felt lonely and like you wanted to be back, but you nuzzled into the large satyr carrying you with desire.

You wanted him. You wanted him badly. So so so badly.

Soon enough, deep enough in the trees, the large satyr rested your back against a tree, holding you by your thighs as he stared at you intently. You were beginning to fall in love easily with the dark eyes of the satyrs.

This satyr didn’t waste his time. He lined you up with his cock and slid you right down onto it. You shuddered, immediately reaching up to link your arms around his shoulders. He held onto your hips, pressing you against the tree, and he smiled at you. He leaned forward to kiss you, his lips soft and inviting.

It felt so good to be a sheathe, again. You sorely missed the warmth and the reach deep inside of you. And you loved being pressed against him.

You sighed blissfully, reaching up to run your fingers through his long dark hair. He chuckled into the kiss and pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. He seemed to enjoy this closeness with you. “Sorry for interrupting the welcoming party. They can be rather…eager. But I’m very happy to meet you.” He purred sweetly, kissing your neck and nipping at it while shallowly thrusting up into you. “My name is Iosif. I lead this little band of satyrs.”

His lips on your skin made you whine and his cock reaching inside of you made you feel needy. You felt like you wanted to be his for as long as possible. Iosif. What a lovely name. Despite being so fucked out, you managed your own, somehow. “(N…N-Name…)” You moaned lowly.

Iosif chuckled, kissing your lips again. “Don’t speak…I’ve got you.” He murmured, leaning into your ear. “Θα σε φροντίσω καλά, αγάπη μου.”

You felt like you were going to cum just from hearing that and Iosif could feel it when you tightened around his cock. Your own was throbbing against his abdomen, and the satyr noticed it. You were smearing precum and residual cum over his naval, but he didn’t mind.

Iosef enjoyed the group sex as much as any self-respecting satyr, but on some level, a welcoming should be special. As leader, he wanted to be with you one-on-one. At least the others did well in preparing you for him. He was worried he might accidentally break you.

But with how needily you were wriggling on his cock, Iosif figured you might be missing the sex. He would make sure you slept well tonight. “Now relax…άσε με να σου κάνω έρωτα.”

Immediately, Iosif’s lips were back on yours, and you reciprocated eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and he curled his around it, groaning happily. As he picked up the speed he thrusted up into you with, he supported your weight with one hand on your ass and the other wrapped around your sensitive cock, stroking it. You couldn’t do much to move, letting Iosif do as he pleased.

The satyr was putting more emphasis on depth than on force or speed with his thrusts, and you could feel it. You could feel how deeply he was reaching and how much he wanted you to feel it. Once again, you could feel your pleasure mounting, abdomen growing tight to the point of soreness while your dick twitched and throbbed in his hand. The several orgasms made you both numb and sensitive all at once. Somehow.

It didn’t take long before you started whining. Iosif purred at the response, feeling like you were going to cum soon. But that was alright. He had enough time to get his release, but he wanted to make sure you felt good before chasing his.

Because you’d better believe that he was going to chase it. He was only a satyr, after all.

Picking up the speed and leaning back a bit so that gravity added an extra oomph to the force of you coming down on him, Iosif pulled away and stared at you intensely, tightening the grip he had on your cock and upping the speed he was stroking it. He had his thumb on your tip, encouraging you to cum quickly.

He pecked at your lips between words while he fucked you in mid-air. “Αυτό είναι, όμορφη.” Iosif growled at you in Greek. “Ξετυλίγω. σε έχω. Να καταρρεύσει στα χέρια μου.”

It was all too much. Your body was so spent, but so sensitive, and with Iosif picking you up like this, aided by gravity, the force and depth of his thrusts combined with him stroking your cock the way he was made you completely fall apart in his arms.

With a loud lewd cry, you came, spurting hot cum all over his chest and spasming around his, trembling and shaking in his arms while Iosif closed the distance and kissed you, holding you close and shallowly thrusting into you.

He rocked into you, gently coasting you through your orgasm. You had felt so much more fulfilled in one day than you had ever felt in your entire life leading up to this point. You were whole. Complete.

And exhausted.

Iosif could tell how exhausted you were. But he couldn’t help it. He needed his release to make your welcoming official.

So, he found the nearest soft surface and laid you down, kissing you and caressing you all the while. One more…just one more and he’d let you rest. They’d all clean you up for the night and return you to your home so you could sleep. No doubt you’d be exhausted and incredibly dazed and sore. They would need to dote on you with food and other gifts.

But that was later. Now, Iosif needed to plow you until you were stuffed to the brim with his cum and leaking profuse amounts of it, blissed out and practically catatonic on his cock.

By the time Iosif was done with you, you were basically a hole with legs. After he was so sweet and gentle with you, the large satyr had thrown all caution to the wind and started to mercilessly pound at your ass, jerking you off all the while and driving you into the soft fragrant grass. His lips never left yours.

And although he promise he’d only have one last round with you, Iosif couldn’t help himself and squeezed in another with you in his lap, fucking up into you from below.

Once he was finished, you came together, and you were finally – finally – completely spent.

In an instant, you collapsed. Useless and unconscious. You were going to be feeling all of this for weeks, if not months.

Thank the gods that this was private property.

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