Disclaimer: everyone including the satyr is over the age of 18 in this story.
She stepped into the woods with nary but her small clothes, goosebumps threading her skin. The full moon hung bright and in it's light the thin material hung translucent against her frame, bathing her silhouette in a pale blue shadow. There was a song in the woods that called to her, a melody that spun her head and tugged at her loins. She didn't know who sung the song or for what reason it had chosen her but she knew it wanted her to come alone into the woods. Wordlessy she walked through the night, the damp soil clinging between her toes.
When the moon was at its zenith and even the night birds had gone to sleep, she found herself in a clearing, the man, half goat, waiting for her.
She looked at him in awe, desire glinting off her emerald eyes and shiny moonlit lips. Approaching him she felt leaves on the ground, the smell of grass and soil in the wind.
Before she knew it she was before him and her nose was buffeted with his musk, masculine and powerful. Cautiously she stretched a hand towards the beasts, planting a palm on its chest. She could feel it's soft fur between her fingers, the hard knots of muscles on her palm. Real flesh, masculine and primal. He was hot to the touch and she could feel his heartbeat come in rapid strong pulses. His proximity excited her, fluttered her stomach, her gaze inadvertently being drawn between his legs.
It grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes, her green to his slitted rectangles. She felt a shiver at the alien gaze, the man's snout and horn highlighting their differences. Differences that only made her want him more, make her reach down to its loins.
The goatman moaned and she gasped, feeling his weight in her hands. His size startled her and a sense of reservation crossed her heart. Yet unknowable forces guided her to caress him further, feeling him grow larger in her slender hands.
The goatman bent to kiss her and she craned to receive it's muzzle. She closed her eyes and felt its tongue invade her mouth, intertwining with her own and sending sparks to her stomach. Distantly she could feel him toying with the clasps of her nightgown and she soon felt them slide down her body.
She was naked before him. Wild and natural, unprotected from the goatman's raw gaze. Goosebumps rose from her skin as she felt the goatman's hunger fall on her youthful curves and alabaster skin. A beast regarding its mate. A moan escaped her throat at the thought, a slipperiness building on her thighs as the goatman placed a four fingered hand on her breast.
Her quim tingled at it's touch and she thrust them towards the goatman, grinding her hips against the goatman's thighs. In response the goatman started to knead the soft orb in its palm and squeezed a tit between it's fingers, already so sensitive. This drew a moan from her and she ground her hips faster against him, feeling the downs on his leg tease her pearl and letting rivulets of her juices to darken his fur.
Something prodded against her stomach, hard and slick. It was his manhood now fully erect. The skin to skin contact sent shivers down her spine and she was in awe at the thrill it gave her, just feeling it rub against her stomach.
She reached for it, placing a shy finger on the tip of it, gliding it softly down the underside of the shaft, feeling it twitch to her featherlight touch. She moved her hands down the full length of his member to its testes, and closed her fingers around the bulbous sac. They felt warm in her hands, full, seeming to churn with the potent essence within.
The goatman broke their kiss and pushed her off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his snout. She saw his eyes go down her body, glowing pale from the moonlight. In the moonlight, she could see his eyes glint with desire and lust.
