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Something about the forests…and deep mountain caverns. Gateways through which the monsters traveled and brought all manner of creatures and wildlife.
Tiffany turned slowly on the road in a circle, noting the spark of a lamp in the far distance as someone’s household slowly began to rouse. She couldn’t waste any more time. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip hard enough that she tasted the sharp metallic bite of her blood, she spun back to the tall grass and ran forward into it. The grass scraped along her boots and pants as she fled, her heart racing with a mingling of fear and excitement. It was heady and some crazy part of her loved it.
Her pack bouncing on her back, she set a quick pace, putting the town increasingly farther behind her.
She was free.
Barbasa scratchedhis belly idly as he stretched out in the grass. Although he preferred his forest, he did enjoy frequent ventures out in the thick grassy areas to hunt out easy game that nested in the ground there. Pheasants and quail were particularly his favorite, but then there were the odd rabbits and occasional deer, the latter of which fed him easily for days once he hauled it back home and butchered it.
He studied his claws reflectively. Perhaps he should hunt. He wasn’t particularly hungry at the moment, but he would be and there was a restless itch crawling up his back that demanded that he get ready for… something.
Rolling over onto his side, he gave a jerk of his head as thick straw caught on his horns and squinted into the distance. His tongue stroked over his sharp teeth thoughtfully as he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, savoring a hint of something… intriguing… on the wind. Something sweet that sent a shiver through his frame. He inhaled deeper, a soft growl trebling in his throat.
Something… female.
His growl rolled through him, growing deeper as his lust hit hard. It had been so long… too long since he felt that desire. He hadn’t been able to bear touching another female since his mate’s death centuries ago. He had lost the taste for indulging in release with males in his company shortly after that. He’d been so long without that feeling that it took him by surprise, but no more so than picking up the scent of a lone female so close to him.
He’d seen small groups of males and females together, both human and fae. But a lone female was intriguing. Too intriguing to ignore. It made the predator within him stretch hungrily. He could chase her down—capture her—and run his tongue over her most intimate of places where he would be able to feast upon her sweetness. His cock swelled and twitched within its sheath, to the tip threatening to extrude and spill evidence of his climbing lust everywhere with his copious precum and lubrication that made large satyr cocks easier for smaller beings to take. It had been so long since he savored a female cunt, he was certain that it wouldn’t even take much time or effort for him to reach engorgement and true rut.
His stones tightened at the base of his sheath, a small tingling sensation racing from them. His hips flexed in the air, a heavy indrawn and exhalation of breath making his frame jerk in response. He blinked in response to it, a small measure of his sanity returning through the blaze of his lust. Since when did he react so strongly? Like any satyr, his desires were a driving force, perhaps a bit more than others due to his size and age, but he didn’t recall having such a powerful reaction.
A small frown pulled at his mouth as he rolled into a crouch, his hooves digging into the dirt as his gaze peered over the top of the tall, reedy wild grass. Air rippled across the surface of the blades, sending a fresh wave of scent directly to him, portending something beyond his keen scope of vision. His nostrils flared to pinpoint her location and his pointed ears tipped forward as he strained to listen.
She was in the meadow, but she was far from the shelter of his woods and the boundaries of his territory markers. Barbasa glanced back at the nearby tree line uncertainly. Did he dare leave his territory undefended? His tongue ran over his fangs again, contemplatively. His absence would be all the opening another would need to move in on his territory and make a claim for it. A wise male would not. He was fortunate to find a comfortable spot. A thick tangle of forest with an abandoned human dwelling in surprisingly good repair nestled safely within it. Was a female truly worth risking it?
He drew another breath and moaned as he caught the richness of her scent on a swelling breeze. It sparked a longing within him… and he could not say that it was entirely of the carnal sort. That he could probably ignore. Instead, it caused a curious reaction in that, as much as his loins ached, the emptiness within him that had come with his solitude now ached even more. A satyr alone without a flock was a sad thing.
Shaking his head so that his horns tossed lightly, Barbasa stood and stretched. This was ridiculous. He turned away, fully intending to head back to his woods but blew out a long sigh as he stared at the deep shadows of the trees. Wouldn’t it be good to have a companion?
Yes. It would.
Decided, he spun around on his hooves and hurried at a bounding pace through the grasses, stopping every so often to give a few strokes of his cock to release a thick stream of precum upon rocks to mark his route before continuing on. Not only would it give him a clear path of return, but he also hoped that his scent trail would discourage any other who might think to approach his territory until he returned.
If not…well, he was not averse to eating his enemies. Quite literally. His only concern was that it might overly distress the female he returned with. But that was a matter to worry about later.
Picking up his pace, he lowered into a hunting stance allowing for quicker movement as he raced forward, following the enticing scent. A darkness expanded within his belly in response to it, so subtly that he wasn’t aware of it at first. It rose through him like a hot tide, dulling his thoughts even as his hunger spiked and his cocked filled to the point of pain and was no longer containable within his sheath. Extruded fully, his long shaft bobbed with his bounding gait, a trickle of hot precum slipping down over it, dripping from him as he ran.
Closer. His prey was getting closer. He could almost taste the heat of her now as he closed in. Sweet, hot, and wet. He would drink fully from her once he had her in his arms and satiated himself fully on her flavor.
There, a flutter of pale gold hair in the breeze.
He charged for it, his need eclipsing his thoughts. He would claim what was his and take her home. He would seed her and keep her. His female. His.
A snarl burst from him as he leapt, and the female whirled on him with a flash of startled amethyst eyes. He nearly purred at the sight, his arms reaching eagerly for her when something dark and heavy rushed out of nowhere and struck him with enough force to send him dropping, ungainly, to the ground. His breathing wheezing out of him, he managed less than a croak as his gaze lifted and pinned the female standing just a short distance away and some sort of large bag held defensively in front of her. She stared back at him in shock and scrabbled further away as his hooves twitched and slid across the dirt as he pushed himself back up.
Straightening to his full height, Barbasa blinked at her bag in confusion and a mild sense of betrayal rising through the confused bewilderment lingering in his mind. “You struck me!”
Her lips parted to gape at him, but she shook her head and brought her weapon up higher in a threatening position as she scowled back at him. “And I’ll do it again, you… you….”. Her brow knitted with confusion as her gaze continued to skim over him. “Whatever you are.”
Her eyes drifted down to his cock that—much to his private amusement—hadn’t diminished the slightest bit. In fact, if he was not mistaken—exactly the opposite. Fresh precum drooled from its tip, his lust curling tightly within his belly. The darkness that had fogged over his mind with blind instinctual need, however, remained wherever it had retreated to within him.
For the second time, her mouth dropped open and this time he scented a delicious thickening in her scent that betrayed her interest. While she was not eagerly leaping into his arms like the nymphs he had consorted with the past had, that hint of desire drew him in stronger than he had anticipated. Barbasa eased toward her, his cock waving with his every step. He paused when she took a step back and drew her pack up higher and for a moment he peered at it in amusement, wondering what exactly weighed it down to have such a powerful strike.
“Stay back,” she warned.
Though her voice was slightly unsteady, and she bore a trace of fear souring her intriguing scent, there was a bite to the way she spoke that made him pause and stop in his tracks. He suddenly had the impression that she was fully committed to going down fighting. As much as he enjoyed a good tussle, he was not of mind to hurt the little female. Shockingly, he found that he did not wish to scare her either. Cocking his head, his peered at her for a moment before his gaze drifted back to bag. His lips quirked, unable to further restrain his amusement.
“What exactly is it that you have in there?” he asked, betraying his thoughts aloud.
