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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.
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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.

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