"It's either that or finding a sex-crazed tentacle monster, and for some reason I think the latter would be far less erotic in reality and a lot squishier with painful suction cups."
He stared at her, completely at a loss for words. "I…don't know how to follow that up."
Sage wiggled on the dais, spreading her legs.
"Oh, right. You want satyr sex."
Her laugh and happiness at his playful side made him feel more alive than sex alone ever had. People said the right person came along at the right time, and that time wasn't the same for everyone. It had taken over three-thousand years for his to make herself known to him. Maybe Gaia had guided them together, maybe not. If he'd known what he'd have, he'd happily wait longer for her to find him—but thankfully the wait was over.
He ran his length over her panties, the wet lace making him groan and the friction causing her to suck in a breath. "I've wanted this for days, Adonis. Take off my panties."
Instead, he continued to slide himself through her folds, leaving the lace between them. The sensation of the wet material was nice, and from the way her hips mimicked his motions, it drove her crazy too. "Don't be in such a rush."
"Adonissss…" she pleaded. "Please."
He skimmed his hands up to cup her breasts, and once those hard little nipples, cool from the night air, made contact with his warm palms, she cried out, arching her back. She came already, and he wasn't even inside her yet. Such a wanton little nymph, and this was only the beginning. Sage climaxed so easily at his touch, at what he did to her with his mouth. He couldn't wait to see how responsive she was when he finally claimed her.
Adonis pulled the material of the thong aside. The thought of that one strip of clothing on her and nothing else made him harder. There was a reason lingerie was so effective in stoking the fires of lust.
He watched her face as he entered her in one long, tediously slow thrust. Sage held his gaze as pleasure and delight brought a smile to her lips. When he started to move, her head fell back, and her heady moans filled the night air. Adonis made each thrust slow and deep. The light from the moon and candles lit her skin, not enough to show the flush he knew to be there. He cursed those vines for keeping her hands bound. They should be on his body the way his were on her hips.
"Gods, Sage, you drive a man to madness." He glanced down at where they were joined. His glistening skin against hers, that lace shoved to the side as he stroked in and out of her. Adonis spread her legs wider, speeding up his thrusts. Sage cried out as he changed the rotation of his hips, and soon she was shaking with another release.
Adonis spilled inside her on a groan while seated deep. He closed his eyes and rode out the pleasure. His eyes opened as Sage ran a hand through his hair, loose and sweaty over his forehead. The ritual was complete, and so her hands had been freed. She leaned up now, supported by her opposite hand, smiling warmly up at him.
"More," was all she said, and Adonis nodded. He stepped back long enough to pull the soaked panties from her body, and then wrapped her legs around him. This time, she embraced him against her chest as he rocked into her, using the dais to keep her steady. He kissed her while making love to her until they came together as the eclipse reached fullness overhead.
Sage pushed at his chest and he backed up a step, pulling out. She hopped down and shoved him onto the ground before she straddled his waist and sank on top of him, eyes closed and head back in rapture. When she opened her eyes, pleasure lit her face. Then he realized, here in the grass, in the woods, she was in her element. Sage was becoming the nymph she was born to be even while his time as a satyr was at a close. He cupped her breasts as she rode him at her own pace, not quite slow, but not fully rough either. Her taking what she needed from him was hot as hell, and he didn't last long as she ran her fingernails down his chest in euphoria.
When the eclipse faded from the night sky, the pain came. First to his skull, and then in his legs and feet. Sage comforted him as his body returned to his human state. He'd forgotten how much it had hurt when he'd been cursed. Yet even then, while his body screamed in agony, he wanted to be inside her. It wasn't the curse, though, that drove his arousal. It was the woman. His woman.
All sense of time faded as they spent the night enjoying each other's bodies and different positions. Ariston hadn't been lying about the satyr stamina remaining after the curse was gone. Now, he and Sage lay wrapped in their blanket, grass and leaves tangled in their hair. The candles had long since burned down and gone out, and the sunrise had given the sky a golden hue mixed with pale blue.
"That was the best night of my long life," he kissed the top of her head as she stretched lazily.
"Mine too, even better than the other night when you broke down my door."
He smiled. Adonis had used his mouth on her a few times in the morning hours, and she had pleasured him orally in return. "You reminded me it was time for breakfast." His dick twitched as she moaned and kissed him. Too bad he didn't have a sturdy kitchen table in that junky house, because suddenly
