The Satyr’s Rite

He was eager to get to work as he had finally got approved to help bring in the harvest this year. He’s tried for the last four years to help and he was desperately wanting to get away from home. He was a grown man, it was embarrassing for him to still be staying with his parents.

He would get enough to set himself up in a nice little house and start looking for a wife.

His father had been proud of him when he announced at the beginning of Fall that he was going to work at the Silvertree Farm.

His mother though had been a different story. She only asked him if he was sure about this.

“Yes, ma. You two have worked so hard to provide for me and my sisters. It’s about time I get out of here and start providing for myself and help lessen the burden on you two.”

He could see tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

“Just be careful there and don’t go in the woods at the south end of the farm. I’ve heard a lot of strange-goings on happening there.”

“What sort of things?”

She shook her head, “during the harvest season, men are lured into the woods by a flute and when they come back, it’s four days later and they are drained of energy but instead of being frightened…they’re happy. Giddy even.”

His father shook his head, “woman, you’ve been listening to gossip again, have ya?”

“It’s not gossip, Tervan! It happened to Argus’s’ oldest just last harvest. Every time they asked him about it, he got this dreamy look on his face and just smiled. He thankfully just got hitched shortly after that. That Milly girl’s got his head on straight now.”

“Just let Aeric work and stop filling his head with nonsense.”

Aeric rolled his eyes, they were always bickering and sometimes he wondered how they had stayed together all these years.

“Ma, I’ll be fine. If it’ll make you feel better, I won’t go near the south side of the field.”

She breathed a sigh of relief, “oh, thank you. That would make me rest a little easier.”

It was then that the sound of hooves thudding and wheels scraping over the dirt trail just outside caught their attention.

Aeric stood, nodding to his parents. “that would be Hulen. He’s going to be working there too this season.”

“Now you two be careful and do as your told, okay? No second-guessing your boss.”

“Yessir. Bye, ma.”

Then with a wave, he was out the door and tossing his bag into the back of the wagon before climbing up to sit next to his friend.

“Hey, you ready for some hard work, Aeric?”

He shoved his friend’s shoulder, “Hey, you’re working too, not slacking off like the last job we did.”

Hulen laughed, “Well, I know for a fact it’s not going to be a complete bore. I heard that Mr. Silvertree’s daughter is quite a looker. All long limbs and curves.”

Aeric snorted, “It’s not all about legs and curves. It should be what’s inside that counts the most, Hulen. Sometimes the best-looking women hide the sharpest tongues.”

“Well, one thing’s for sure…I’ve got a good feeling about this. It’s going to be a harvest for the books.”

Aric looked out at the approaching treeline as his stomach twisted strangely. He agreed with his friend.

He could tell that this harvest was going to be different somehow.

/ – / – / – /

It had been uneventful getting to the Silvertree Farm and upon arriving, after getting the horse rubbed down and put away for the night, they had been invited in for a hearty meal as at first light, work began.

Whoever Hulen had talked to had been correct, Mr. Silvertree’s daughter was stunning with her braid of dark hair falling over one shoulder and her eyes shining brightly when she smiled softly at him.

Every man at the table had had difficulty keeping their eyes from her.

Including him.

The Next Morning

It was hard work, cutting the wheat down, piling it, and wrapping it before moving on to the next section. After the twelfth one, he ended up peeling his shirt off, wiping the sweat from his forehead and the back of his neck before tucking it into his pocket.

He could feel the sweat pouring down his back as he continued to hack at the stalks of wheat, only stopping when he heard a faint bleating sound and he looked up when the sound came again, but closer to him.

He looked out at the treeline, noticing a little tuft of brown fur wiggling from behind a tree and heard another small bleat.

That was when he took off towards it, thinking that one of Mr. Silvertree’s goats had gotten loose and wandered away.

“Hold on, little guy! Let’s get you home, okay?”

Then it vanished and his eyes frantically searched the treeline for it until he saw it again, but further in and he grumbled under his breath about stupid goats and their appetites.

He kept pushing into the trees, following that bleating sound until suddenly it sounded behind him and he spun towards it. Then the sound was behind him once again, then behind, and behind again and again until his head was spinning along in its confusion and his vision started to blur. He gripped his head as the trees moved, melting into one dark shape and he recoiled back, feet slipping on the wet leaves and he slipped, falling, hands flailing out, trying to find purchase on something, anything but failing as pain blossomed throughout his head as it bounced off a fallen tree limb and he tumbled onto his back.

Darkness crept over his eyes as his mind began to drift, the soft sound of a flute tickling at his ears.

Strangely comforting through the pain and he was unconscious.

When he finally came to, he clutched his head with a soft grunt, pleased not to see blood when he pulled his hand back. Then a rustle of leaves caught his ear and he looked over and up, right into the bright eyes of Tess Silvertree.

“Tess.”

‘Well, well, look what I have here. Did you have a little tumble, sugar?”

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the fog in his mind as she walked around him, standing at his feet, hands on her hips.

“Tess?”

She smiled, kneeling down between his legs. She slid her hands up his legs, digging her nails in the divots of his hips.

“Look at this strong man I have at my mercy. What should I do with you?”

“I…uh, need to get back to work, Tess.”

“You don’t think I haven’t seen how you’ve been looking at me, Aeric? How all you boys been looking at me?”

She preceded to unzip his pants and he quickly grabbed her hands.

“Tess, Ms. Silvertree, I don’t think this is-”

“Right? The hell with that. What my daddy don’t know, won’t hurt him and I’ve been eying you too.”

She pulled his cock out, letting it sit in her hands. She giggled, “oh, you are a healthy one. The biggest one I’ve seen and it’s all mine now. Aren’t I a lucky gal?”

She quickly took it in her mouth, moaning softly around it. His head dropped back from the sudden heat engulfing him. Oh, this wasn’t right, but damn if her lips didn’t feel heavenly wrapped around him.

Her tongue swirled around his tip before sucking hard causing him to gasp and his hands flew to her head, threading into her hair.

Then he’s bucking up into her mouth when she digs her thumbs into his hips, his eyes widening as she opens her mouth wide, slowly sliding down over him and his head falls back, hands tangling tighter in her hair as she devours him.

“Holy shit.”

She’s good…damned good at this.

“Oh, fuck yes. God, Tess, so good.”

She continued to bob, sucking harder as she pulled up and opened her mouth wide as she went down again, allowing him to hit the back of her throat.

He moaned when she didn’t even gag, just moaned eagerly, spurring him on and he shoved her head down over his cock on his next thrust up and she hummed around him happily.

He breaks then, growling as he holds her head still, fucking her mouth roughly, slamming into the back of her throat over and over. Her choking moans and nails digging into his hips only spurred him on and he’s brushing her cheeks as he continues to slam her mouth down over him, his voice dropping dangerously low as he feels his balls draw up.

“Oh god, Tess. So good. Fuck! I’m going to…where?”

She sucked again, tonguing his slit and he groaned.

“Fuck, Tess! Fuck!”

His hips stuttered until finally with a low drawn-out moan, he came, painting her throat with his seed and she purred, slurping and sucking on him until she milked every drop from his cock, sliding off him with a wet pop.

Aeric slumped back panting hard, smiling up at her.

She smiled back, “So how was that, handsome? You want more?”

“Holy fuck, Tess. You’re amazing.”

Tess winked at him then all of a sudden she faded from view right in front of him. He sat up in shock.

“Tess?”

Clapping could be heard then all around him and his eyes quickly scanned the perimeter, trying to see where it was coming from.

“Well done! Bravo!”

A small creature poked its head out from behind a giant oak and he stilled.

“What are you?” His eyes kept on the creature as it stepped out and they widened further when he noticed a few things.

One: it had the upper torso of a male but the bottom half of a goat? He also had horns sticking out of his forehead.

Two: He was grinning ear to ear, leering at him.

He followed the line of sight and realized that his half-hard cock was still bared for all to see.

He yelped, tucking himself back in.

The creature pouted, “Aw, now why did you go and do that? It’s such a lovely, thick one too.”

It tutted, walking close, and Aeric jerks back from it as it reached down to poke at the bulge of his pants.

“Hey!”

“My, you are a solid one. Almost no fat. You have been working for a good while now, haven’t you?”

“What? I asked you a question first.”

The creature chuckles and the sound sends a shiver down his spine.

“I’m a satyr if you must really know. Now, I have a proposition for you.”

Aeric swallowed hard, “A satyr? Like from the myth?”

“Do I look like a myth to you? Now do you want to hear my proposition or not?”

“W-What do you want?”

The small male grinned, flashing sharp canines before jumping up onto the dead tree next to him, and inching his way closer.

Aeric froze, not daring to move at the sight of those sharp canines, holding his breath as the satyr finally sat next to his arm. His muscles jumped at the touch of the small male’s hand on his elbow. He ran his hand up to his arm, gripping his bicep with a chuckle.

“So strong. Mmm, I bet you could pick me up with one arm.”

“What?”

The Satyr leaned in close, nipping his shoulder, and Aeric moves then, jumping away from the Satyr, making him laugh hard.

“Oh, you are a skittish one. No need to be so shy.”

“Shy? You’re the one biting me. What do you want?”

The Satyr leans back on the tree, propping his head on his hands. “That’s quite easy, you see, my kind are so rare nowadays it’s been rather hard to find another one to mate with. So I’ve taken to choosing a human every few ruts now. The male I had last year was quite enthusiastic but just barely scratched my itch.”

Then it clicks for him and he gapes at the small male, “You…you were the reason Kaleb went missing for four days.”

He grins widely, sitting up and leveling a heated look at him, “Ah, yes. There wasn’t a skittish bone in that one’s body at all. Well, not once he got going.”

Aric flushed, stammering, “I…what?”

“I’ve been watching you for the last week. That little daydream of yours just a moment ago was just a little gift from me. I can help you get that pretty woman you’ve been eying. Satyrs are well-known for seduction and I can teach you a thing or two.”

Aric looked at him skeptically, “So, what do you want in exchange? Because I know for a fact there is always a stipulation with you Satyrs.”

The Satyr in question laughs, “I knew you’d be a smart one. Yes. Well, in exchange I only want one thing….be my partner for my rut this season. It’s your choice, though. There are plenty of other, delicious, strapping young men working here who can easily take your place.”

“But…but your male.”

He waved it off like it was nothing. “Oh, you naive little thing you. Sex isn’t reserved for just men and women, Aeric. Now, what do you say, erastís?”

“I don’t even know your name and you want me to…sleep with you?”

The Satyr chuckled, “When you tell me your answer, that’s when you’ll get my name.”

“I need to think about this. Can I sleep on it?”

He licks his lips, then sighs. “Very well. Go, get some sleep and come back to the forest tomorrow. And don’t tell anyone about me, they’d never believe you anyway.”

“How do I find you?”

“Oh, I’ll find you, don’t you worry.”

Aeric took a deep breath. What is he going to do? He never thought to find himself in this type of situation, making a deal with a Satyr just to have a chance with Tess.

When he turned to leave, a sudden question popped into his mind and he spun around to ask it and stilled.

The Satyr was gone, only laughter left echoing around him and it sent a shiver down his spine.

When he emerged from the trees, Halun rushed him with a concerned look.

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for ya.”

“I had to piss.”

“For two hours?”

Aeric winked at him and Halun guffawed, slapping his back.

“Well, look at this, the man actually has a cock and knows what to do with it.”

Aeric shoves him, “More than you do, ya ass.”

Halun threw his arm around his shoulders, “Well come on, it’s near dinner time. I’ll cover for you today but take care it before we leave the next time.”

Dinner was a happy event, all the workers ribbing each other, chattering about a good solid day’s work they did.

And as Aeric looked up, his eyes locked with Tess across from him and he froze.

This Tess had stormy grey eyes.

The Tess in the forest had amber-colored eyes.

If this Tess hadn’t been the one in the forest, then who was?

And his sudden realization shook him to the core and had his cock twitching in his pants.

The Satyr.

It had to be him.

‘That little daydream was just a little gift for me.’

‘Oh, you naive little thing you.’

‘Sex isn’t reserved for just man and a woman.’

‘Erastís.’

He shivered again as he remembered the heat in that one word.

What did that word mean?

And why did it affect him so much?

That night, when he drifted to sleep, his dreams were strange, just as strange as that moment in the forest between him and Tess.

This time, Tess was once again stroking his cock slowly but he found himself frozen, unable to move…to look away as she sunk down over his cock and his head dropped back with a moan. He clutched her pale hips as she moved against him, groaning low.

She pulled up, sliding back down over his cock tortuously slow and he gripped her hips hard, thrusting up into her roughly and she moaned, throwing her head back.

Her nails raked down his chest as she bounced faster, “come on, lover, fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

He grunts, flipping her onto her back, legs strung over his shoulders as he roughly thrusts into her and she arches up with a broken cry.

“Oh yes, Aeric! Harder! Harder, damn it!”

Aeric growls gutturally, flipping her onto her hands and knees, slamming into her.

But upon feeling fur under his hands, his eyes flew open, and looking down, he finds the Satyr underneath him in place of Tess.

He panics for a moment until the Satyr grins back at him, tail wagging happily, brushing his stomach teasingly.

“Oh, don’t stop now, lover boy. We’re just getting to the good part. Don’t be shy now. Come on, this is just a dream after all. A man shouldn’t be afraid of his own dreams, Aeric. Now come on, fuck me. Show me how you like it. You know you want to or I wouldn’t be here.”

He wiggles his tail teasingly, “come on, grab this tail and imagine I’m Tess again…or not.”

Aeric growled, gripping the base of his tail, dragging him back into him as he thrust roughly into him and the Satyr squealed happily.

He groaned at the Satyr, “This is just a dream, right? If I want Tess, you would be Tess, right?”

“Yes!”

“S-Show me.”

The Satyr shifted, showing the pale skin and dark hair of Tess Silvertree and he thrust into her again, hand running over her low back with a groan but something felt off as he could still feel the soft fur of the Satyr.

“Fur. I can still feel fur.”

He snapped, suddenly angry at the woman, gripping her hair and yanking her head back.

“This isn’t a dream, is it? Is this what you Satyrs do, trick men and women with pretty faces and pretty curves and cocks so they will agree to fuck you? Change back.”

The Satyr stills, shifting back to his small form in his shock. “What?”

Aeric growls, “That’s better. You want me to fuck you. Then I’ll fuck you but only in your real form. That’s what you want, right?”

His hands moved to the small Satyr’s waist, lifting him easily into the air, and just slamming him down onto his cock. It’s a brutal pace that has him grunting and growling as he presses the Satyr back against his chest continuing to snap his hips up as he pulls the Satyr down over his cock like a sleeve.

“Fuck! So damn tight!”

“Yes! More! Don’t stop!”

Aeric presses a hand over the satyr’s abdomen, growling gutturally as he can feel himself pounding in and out of him. His other hand slides down to grip the goat man’s cock jerking it slowly in short, tight thrusts.

The Satyr bleats happily, thoroughly enjoying being manhandled, as Aeric’s hand slides up, pulling him back onto his cock roughly on the downstroke as he thrust his hips forward.

“Oh! Yes! More!”

With a snarl, Aeric begins to thrust faster, jerking the Satyr back, savagely slamming him down onto his cock, burying even deeper and it sends the Satyr’s tail wagging, brushing against Aeric’s stomach violently as he can feel the edge approach. He needed Aeric to come. He wanted him to fill him so fully, he would feel it for the next few days.

“Oh please? Please! Inside! Inside me! Fill me!”

Aeric roars loudly as his hips stutter viciously, slamming himself deep inside the Satyr, vision blurring as he comes. His cock twitches as thick ropes of his seed floods the smaller male, making his abdomen swell and his loud shout fades into a broken cry as he too comes, his own seed spilling out over Aeric’s hand, and they both slump to the ground exhausted.

The Satyr happily snuggles back into Aeric, who is draped over the top of him, cock still deep inside him and he sighs, rubbing his swollen belly, feeling sated for the time being.

When the Satyr woke up, he groaned, feeling an ache deep inside and wrapping a hand tightly around his cock, he laughed.

He had chosen well! Aeric was full of so much untapped desire and passion! He was the perfect choice for the rite this year.

Oh, how much fun it was going to be to make him beg.

He moaned low, spilling seed out onto the ground as he remembered how Aeric had growled in his ear.

“Oh, I am going to enjoy you, erastís.”

The next morning Aeric woke up to a very large wet spot in his pants and he groaned, knowing full well what it was from.

That damn dream.

That damn Satyr.

He could feel his cock stirring again as he remembered the dream, how forceful he had been with the satyr.

He had treated the Satyr like he had been nothing but a cock sleeve for his own personal amusement and he had enjoyed every second of it.

But some small part of him had wondered what would it have been like if the tables had been turned? If he had been the one to have been manhandled like that?

His cock twitched painfully at that thought.

‘Come back when you had your answer.’

He looked down at his ruined pants before throwing an arm over his eyes.

He had his answer.

He snuck out of the bunkhouse quickly, getting cleaned up quickly after jacking off quickly, remembering how the Satyr felt stretched out around him, biting his lips to keep from yelling out, spilling out into his hand before washing up.