Page 140 of Our Satyr Prince


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One moment, his grip held hot skin; the next it held handfuls of thick fur.

And in that moment, he didn’t give a damn which was real. Because they both were. And he wanted both. Prince and beast. Monster and man.

Tears of frustration streamed down his face. The urgency was unbearable. His body screamed for release: to be taken and consumed, controlled and commanded.

Then, slowly as the change of seasons, the cock slid into him, opening him up without resistance.

Incomprehensible whimpers fell from his mouth as he was invaded, inch by inch, until it squeezed against his prostate, causing his whole body to shake uncontrollably.

Calix paused at that, throbbing hard, causing his shakes to grow even stronger.

Yesss! hissed the prince soundlessly, the voice an ever-present rumble in Aurelius’s core. You need this more than anything you’ve ever needed before!

Aurelius’s shaking hand gripped harder at Calix’s forearm, fighting the cruel delay.

Screams of relief filled the air as the remaining inches slammed into him, all at once, flexing and throbbing, owning him, possessing him.

“And you... you want it too?” Aurelius whispered, barely able to focus, grinding his ass back, driving animal grunts from by his ear.

He turned his head, seeing the human face of the prince, feeling the hot breath against his chin as the thrusts drew groan after groan. With what little strength he had left, he brought his hand up and ran it along the prince’s face—through his beard, along the soft skin, up into his human hair.

“But this is not you,” Aurelius said, almost delirious with pleasure. “Not who you are in this moment.”

The prince paused.

But... this is how you wish me to be.

“No...” said Aurelius, breathlessly, going faint with yearning. “Feel for the truth of that.”

The prince closed his eyes. When he again opened them, his face was washed with confusion.

You yearn for me? You yearn for... all of me?

Aurelius nodded. “Be with me, Calix. Please.”

With the shatter of silver, the illusions faded. Gone was the bathhouse and the steam, returned instead to the garden. Aurelius’s costume was ripped across the grass, although he couldn’t recall it being removed.

And on the face overhead, gone too was the visage of humanity, replaced with the heavier brow, the bestial horns. And in his eyes, fleeting as a passing cloud, was the smallest flicker of doubt.

Aurelius reached up, the huge cock having lost none of its rigidity inside his ass, still driving him insane with lust.

He pressed his mouth against the prince’s.

Take me, Calix, he thought, the silent words screaming louder than any he could ever speak. Take whatever you need. Whatever you crave. But I want you. All of you. Everything that you are. Everything that you hide. Give me everything!

The beast returned his kiss, a new drive within him. Their hot tongues circled each other.

All playfulness was gone. Calix drew back his hips, pulling out almost all of his cock, then slamming it all back in one hard thrust. Aurelius’s own cock drooled with every smack, sending him into higher and higher raptures.

The world blurred until all he felt was their union. It could have been hours or days or weeks. He didn’t care. The lust and urgency and passion were all he felt, their mouths feasting on each other.

And it wasn’t just Aurelius who felt it, either. His own body was also driving heavier grunts from Calix, each thrust bringing his prince closer to ecstasy.

When the pleasure finally became too much to bear, Aurelius grabbed his dick, harder than it had ever been. It took just a few flicks before his orgasm roared out, jets of cum bursting in great, racking shakes.

Then his whole body went cold.

The ecstasy drained from him—running from his skin into the prince’s.

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