Selby sighed in her sleep; her body seemed to vibrate with erotic delight. She was having another one of those strange, yet realistic, erotic dreams.

      It was like her nightly performance in her own version of a Midsummer Night's Dream. 

      In her dreams Selby became a naked wood nymph running with an enchanting and handsome dark Satyr, not the elfish looking little goat-men you see in the movies and depicted in art, but the wicked form of what you think the offspring of an angel and demon would look like.

      This man with hoofed feet towered at least six feet four or five and he had the face of a mysterious seraph or a demon, but she never discerned any evilness or malice.

      Her dark lover's long hair rippled in the gentle breeze from a center part.

      Selby pursued him deeper into the mystical forest, immersing herself into a world of giant mushrooms and multihued flowers, sparkling lights of fairies and frolicking unicorns. She cavorted without fear into the evergreen world of blooming weeping trees and never-ending fields of deep lush grass crushing beneath her naked feet.

      When her dark half-man, half-beast prince stopped and turned his welcoming stare upon her, his pale mesmerizing eyes reflected their emerald surroundings.

      In her head, she could hear his voice; it wasn't words, but a magical mixture of softly playing flutes and laughter. It reminded her of butterflies fluttering their wings against water filled wine glasses.

      Selby couldn't stop her eyes from feasting upon his muscular chest and washboard abs. Her less then subtle gaze picked up a trail of dusky wisps of hair from his hooded belly button to his half hidden object of her desire.

      Her dark hungry eyes lowered seeing the thing that separated reality into fantasy. A 'V' shaped hairline introduce a blanket of silken soft rabbit looking fur on his lower body, it was black like the hair on his head and glistened in the moonlight like shining glass.

      An exceptional human male shaped appendage, semi-erect, peered from the midst of hair. Selby tongue flitted across her lips as she admiredits size.

      Her deep brown eyes moved upward towards his handsome face awakened with a quiet fervent beauty. She felt as if his eyes seemed to be probing her very soul.Under his scrutiny, moisture seeped into the tightly curled thatch between her thighs.

      This nightly lover stirred a longing so deep she thought she would die from the sheer lust of it.

      His eyes mirrored her feelings of being unloved, unwanted, and unhappy, sheltered in a shield of numbness.

      This had not been his first visit in her dreams, but it was the first time he didn't come alone. With him, he had another; the difference was a pelt of nearly white hair that appeared to glow in the darkness of the wooded area.

      Selby perceived it was important to her dark lover to make his fair-haired companion feel wanted and adored. This man-beast had made her feel respected and needed during his first nocturnalvisit. She could only do the same for his friend.

      She didn't think twice about walking up to the newcomer.

      At first, Selby only savored him with her eyes. She needed to become familiar with his classically handsome features that were so unlike her dark Satyr with his generous mouth, aquiline nose, straight forehead, and olive skin. This man-creature seemed more angelic in his appearance.

      Instead of the white pelt of fur and hoofed feet, she expected wings to spread and envelope her in a body of light and warmth. His dark eyebrows and deep brown eyes were startling against his fair skin and white hair.

      Surprised by the wariness in his eyes she reached out carefully and allowed her forefinger to trace his patrician profile.

      His stance was similar to her dream lover's for it spoke of power, wisdom and ageless strength. She held his chin in her hand amazed by the dark earthiness of her skin against his. His square jaw tensed visibly as if he was battling inward emotions. Her heart went out to him for she sensed it had been awhile since this man had seen kindness.

      Regardless of each man's unseemly appearance or the unique animalistic yet masculine odor that seem to be a part of their makeup, they were in many ways definitely men.

      Selby could feel the angelic Satyr's longing and desires. They were as human and familiar as her past lovers, the only difference is with these two she felt none of her own doubts and fears about their intentions, malice.

      Selby moved closer and came up on her tip-toes as she held his features in both hands and drew his face downward until his noble nose pressed against the short roundness of her own in an Eskimo kiss.

      His dream-flesh felt so real. She could feel the hotness of his breath against her skin and like her darker lover, his breath smelled similar to sweet wine. Selby knew when she kissed him it would taste like the aroma. 

      She allowed her nose to slip to the side and placed her full dusky colored lips to glide back and forward against his, urging him to relax and to trust her. He was like a skittish stallion longing to be broken, yet afraid to yield.

      “You will not walk alone. We are here for you and always will be.” For the first time she heard actual words spoken in her dreams, yet it didn't sound like her voice. With that realization, Selby smiled and so did her new fair-haired friend. 

      Selby was sandwiched between the two men as they embraced each other and she gazed up to see 'Light' and 'Dark' meet in a passionate mingling of lips and tongues. Never in her life had she imagined she could find pleasure as she viewed the uninhibited ardor between two men. In this moment, she savored the newness of this virtual pleasure and she felt lightheaded as her blood pulse hotly in her veins. 

      She watched as 'Dark' released 'Light' lips and turned his full sensuous force on Selby. He started by rubbing his lips from side to side against her lipsteasing them into fullness. Selby felt as if she would go mad if he didn't kiss her.

      She parted her lips welcoming 'Dark's' assault on her mouth. 'Light's' wet moist tongue lapped and twirled at the side of her neck, nipping on her rounded shoulders with short even teeth. She had a fiery cock pressing into her stomach and one pressing into her back and she was in heaven. Her lashes fluttered close as she felt the welcomed cuddle of her dark haired lover. His erection nudged against the small of her back. 

      Eagerly Selby reached one hand in front of her and the other behind and encircled silken twitching snakes of flesh. Light made short effective work of her lips and breast whilst Dark nipped and licked her neck and shoulders. Selby felt as if she was an expert at making love to two men at the same time, managing a coordinated front and backstroke.

      She didn't know which Satyr was holding her leg up resting the back of her knee upon his muscular forearm but she adored him as she felt the cool breeze against her sweltering pussy. The sensation of her wet orifice being spread wide and exposing her to the elements felt sinfully intense and decadent.

      The breeze carried the essence of her smell to the Satyrs for their nostrils flared and they became wild.

      In a rush of movement suddenly there were large masculine hands, fingers, lips, and tongues, which seemed to be everywhere. She would have crumbled to the ground if it weren't for the two hard bodies holding her up by pressing into her.

      Selby felt like she was lying on a heated hard body mattress crushed between rabbit fur blankets.

She didn't think she ever felt anything so sinfully delicious.

      That was until she felt a masculine hand slide up the inside of her open thighs and over her crotch. A very large finger snaked inside her pussy darting in and out of her drenched hole as the thick padding of a thumb flickered repeatedly over her clit turning Selby into a moaning and panting frenzied tigress. 

      Selby relinquished her valued hold on their cocks afraid in her lustful madness she would hurt them, however there was no protection or consideration for their bare chest and arms as she scratched, kissed, suckled and nipped every inch of flesh she came in contact with.

      If she wasn't mistaken she even bit her own arm to keep from screaming as several fingers pounded inside her while several others continuously worked her engorged labia. Clitessa was getting a work out that no forty dollar plug in vibrating toy could every give her.

      For the first time in her dreams, she could hear her dark lover and her new lover speaking in her head crooning encouraging words of adoration and love. Sweetly they praised her beauty, her voluptuous curves, and the thickness of her hair. The 'Dark' one described how she made him feel. 

      It was more then spoken words. It was the sensation of experiencing what her lover sensed as he touched and tasted her. . Selby slid to her knees and took turn tasting each Satyr's burgeoned cock. She loved the individuality of each man. The distinct musky odors, the way her lips adjusted to the length of one and girth of the other.

      Selby appreciated the way Darius allowed his mental bond to keep them all locked in one passionate orgy. For the first time in her life she felt as if she was experiencing sex as a woman and a man. 

      Her mouth opened wide working down 'Dark's' shaft. Simultaneously, she wrapped her hands around 'Light's' ass spread his cheeks and inserted one, then two fingers.

      She moaned her disappointment as 'Light' pulled away from her probing fingers and 'Dark' pulled her to her feet. She couldn't take her eyes off the ripple of muscles beneath 'Light's' skin as he shifted into human form and dropped upon his hands and knees turning the smooth pale flesh of his ass towards her.

      Selby was momentarily confused until she looked down at her body and it was as if her dark skin was a pelt of dark fur with a huge pulsing cock. It was no longer her body; in her dream state, she had become one with the dark male Satyr.

      She couldn't pull her gaze away as she reached between her hair covered thighs and grasped her dream phallus. It felt wonderful and powerful as it twitched beneath her touch. She continued to stroke the erection even as she knelt behind the angelic Satyr and began to work her cock against the dark puckered tissue around his anal orifice. How did her dark lover know one of her daring fantasies was to know how it felt to wield a man's cock?

      To be able to penetrate another man with this long and thick shaft was a dream fulfilled. Selby felt startled, anxious and excited at the same time.

      The beautiful fair-haired Satyr's body twitched and quivered with every added pressure and it wasn't long before he began to moan. With his encouraging mutters she thrust forward watching him spread wide to accommodate the cock's thickness.

      Selby wasn't usually vocal, but feeling like a man fucking a man, she grunted and moaned with each deep stroke. 

      She never experienced anything so wondrous. So this is what it was like to be a man. She couldn't believe the controlled powerful feelings of heavy muscles rippling beneath her skin.

      Potency and sweat kneaded against muscles and sweat. How could something as simple as the feel of heavy come filled testicles slapping against a firm ass feel so freakin' good? 

      “Oh my!” The tight pulling and tugging of the foreskin on the cock as she pumped with hard strokes was unbelievable. 

      What a rush, now she could understand why men were such fools for fucking. There was no slow build up as it was for a woman. Their entire screwing time was one long intense build up. 

      She could feel the balls tightening as if it was sucking up into her stomach and knew she was about to blow. Selby felt an extreme spasm around her own ass hole as she watched the man she was fucking cock jerk once then twice before shoot his come into the grass under his hands and knees. He called out to the gods as he collapsed to the ground on his stomach bringing her down on top of him. 

      The muscles in her arms strained as she braced herself above 'Light's limp figure continuing to pump into his body. After two more rapid thrusts Selby felt contractions in her ass hole as she released a shrilling scream releasing sperm deep inside him.

      Lying spent against 'Light's' back, her dream world seemed to shift on its axis. The fair Satyr faded away and she found herself lying on her stomach with her face buried against the fullness of her black silken covered pillows. 

      She could feel hot gushes of liquid seeping from between her spread thighs. Selby reveled in the sensitivity of her vagina milking a blessedly large phallus. She felt bereft as the penis slid from her pussy. But she was too tired to complain.

      Used and thoroughly spent Selby smiled as her eyes drifted closed and she longed for sleep. 

      “Soon Selby my love, I will leave you to sleep,” A deep voice chuckled against her ear as if reading her thoughts. “I loved the way it felt being inside you and your smell is all that I imagined it too be. I knew you were the one; my eternal wife and now you are immortally bound to me.”

      She was so exhausted but she managed to open her eyes and found herself looking into a gorgeous sculpted face. Selby matched his reverent gaze with one of amused wonder, she couldn't believe he was just a dream; He seemed so real and he had become the one thing that she could count on. Every night she would sleep and he would come to her and sooth her fears.

      She no longer felt like she was part of a dream. For the first time the dream was taking place in her bedroom and her tall, dark and handsome lover was no longer a creature in a forest glade. Tonight he seemed to be a normal guy. She groaned. Disappointed that he was now fully dressed in a dark green pocket t-shirt shirt and sinfully tight dark blue jeans. Which means he was going to leave her alone again.

      “You are never alone Selby, I am always with you.” The dream smiled and she couldn't believe how real the texture of his lips felt pressed against hers.” 

      Selby returned the smile. “You have such beautiful eyes. They are always full of laughter and boyish mischief. I swear, the more I dream of you the more real you feel to me.”

      “My sweet nymph I am real.” He pushed the frizzed lock of her sweat-dampened hair off her brow and behind her ear.

      She giggled and whimpered from the protesting aches of her sexually used body. “Mmm, I admit I was exceptionally wanton but I wouldn't call myself a nympho…yet.” Selby yawned and stretched wide like a well-fed cat as she rolled onto her back her hands going to the tenderness of her breast. Her chin pressed to her chest as she took in the beard burns and passionate bruising from suckling lips. She had the markings of a thoroughly fucked woman.

      “You know if you take off those clothes and stay we can work on the nympho thang.” She cupped her heavy tender breast and wiggled her brow. They immediately swelled under the heat of his gaze.

      Selby watched as his pupils dilated nearly turning the color of his eyes black. She felt wonderful lying there knowing she wasn't the finest woman in the world, but under his stare she felt like she was the only woman in the world.

      “I want to thank you for the wonderful experience you gave in my dreams tonight.” She finished with another wide yawn. She wasn't ready to go to sleep she wanted to keep him with her and if she closed her eyes he would be gone once she woke up.

      ***

      Darius smirked knowing he had given her a well-ejaculated dose of his nectar. Even during his average release, it was still a heady sex juice and she had been thoroughly doused.

      For humans, it was like an entire bottle of fine wine. 

      The amount he ejaculated into Selby would make her feel as if she drank two bottles of wine since he took her in his natural Satyr state.

      Darius reached over and made sure the bedroom phone was off so her service would pick up her calls. She needed undisturbed sleep for at least two days while her mortal body evolved into immortality. 

      He knew at this moment his nectar was coursing through her veins like an injection from the fountain of youth. As he looked down at her beautiful face, he twirled a silken strand of dark brown hair between his fingertips. 

      He loved the way her full voluptuous figure flowed into curves and hollows. He was delighted that he would have forever to explore its secrets and uncharted places. 

      She rolled over on her side facing his kneeling figure; he couldn't help but follow the jiggle and shifting of her large breast as they naturally flattened one on top of the other. He found her perfect and wondered how she could ever think otherwise.

      His large hand perused over Selby's hips, descended over her heavy rounded ass cheek and licked his lips as it overflowed his hand. He couldn't seem to get enough of her body. He knew he should leave her to rest, but not yet. Their bond was stronger now and he couldn't bare the thought of being without her by his side for even a moment.

      She had taken so much joy in tonight's escaped with him and Sylus. It gave him pleasure to know his mate and companion were compatible; it would make their future so much easier. 

      He eased over and placed tender kisses against her hip and ass. It amazed him how humans became insulted when some one told them to 'kiss their ass'. He for one found kissing ass a delightful pastime.

      Selby moaned and her butt cheeks clenched from the erotic feeling of him worshiping the part of her body she had been the most ashamed of because of its size.

      Darius knew he should feel guilty for bonding with her for eternity, without her knowing the consequences. He had waited centuries for this gift and he couldn't chance losing her.

      “Thank you dearest Selby for making Sylus feel welcomed to share in our love.”

      The smile that easily came to her lips warmed his heart. “Our love, I like the sound of that.” She giggled and chastised her responsive body. “Down Clitessa, you know you're too tender for anymore play.”

      Darius snorted at her use of the clitoris pet name he had given it during his dream visits. Slowly he slid his hands up the back of her body to lean over her shoulder and pressed his lips against hers to swallow up her sweet laughter. She responded eagerly to his kiss and his heart swelled. 

      Reluctantly he broke the kiss.

      “Selby, I hate to leave you but I am in much need of nourishment and rest, you wore me out.” He chuckled. Then his eyes grew serious.

      “Ise omorfi, you are so beautiful, S'agapo, I love you. You are my heart's desire, my destiny and I am your deepest dream; darkest secret but in time I promise you will accept what is to be.” Darius rushed out his words feeling desperate for her to understand and accept him.

      Since she considered him a dream, he was easily accepted, but it nagged him to think she may not be as accepting once she found out he and all that had happened between them was very real.

      “Shhh…sleep with me?” Selby managed, her long lashes fluttering as she fought the lethargic feeling encompassing her body. 

      “Now you know my love, that there will be no sleep for us if I were to remain and share your bed.” He kissed her temple. “Soon, once I have made you aware of my existence in your world we shall be together.” 

      Easily Darius switched to speaking to her in his mind, deciding it was time she started getting use to their growing spiritual connection.

      'Selby I want you to know in your heart when we meet. Remember I am more then a fantasy you've created to sooth your loneliness.'

      He nuzzled his nose against her ear and whispered, “I am always with you Selby for we have an unbreakable bond. You are the woman of Darius Andros and your secondary guardian is Sylus de Gauls. If for any reason I cannot come to you, he will. Even though your memory will be vague you will feel safe and loved in our presence.”

      “Darius…” she called his name for the first time and it overwhelmed his heart if he didn't let her go now he wouldn't be able to ever leave her and she had been hurt and she would need time to get use to the fact that he wasn't going to simply disappear at rising of the sun. 

      Darius hummed an ancient haunting melody and sent her into an extended dreamless sleep.

      He had done his part by ejaculating the nectar of the gods that had remained housed in his loins for centuries. His semen assured Selby's immortality and helped to prepare her body to carry his children. 

      Each satyr housed this ability to use only once. The gift of immortality wasn't something the gods handed out easily. It would be too difficult to control the human population if no one ever died. 

      Mankind would be amazed if they knew how significant the Satyrs, Werewolves, Vampires and all other immortal breeds were to their daily lives. There was his distant Lamialicos, blood-wolf cousin Justus, who was from a breed of born hunters that assured the safety of mankind.

      The Satyrs assured mankind's love of wine, women, and song. His other cousins, the Vampires, got the worse rap of all and no one would ever know they are the ones that transfused and cleanse the blood of mankind. It was because of them there were no more plagues that destroyed the earlier centuries.

      The immortals were a necessary and proud race of people; nevertheless they had to hide their natural forms and embraced what was familiar and accepted in today's world. Back during the time of his youth, several centuries ago, Selby's induction into immortality would have been celebrated and she deemed a goddess. 

      Now people seek to destroy those who were different from them. Darius didn't look forward to the time he would have to inform Selby that after ten or twenty more years of remaining in the public eye. She would be forced to give up her career and fade into obscurity until enough time passed they could emerge again with another name and in another city or country.

      He allowed his eyes to feast upon her dark loveliness one last time before he departed. 

      Forever Selby would appear to be a woman in her thirties and eventually it would bring the attention of the heretics that seek to exterminate them. It was one of the many things she would have to know about living an infinite life. Darius hoped these things didn't thwart her from becoming his eternal mate.