To my surprise, my father went crazy when I told him about my encounter with the satyr in the forest. At first I wasn't planning to tell him about everything that happened, of course... but then he kept asking and asking and in the end, I just kind of told him the whole story.
"I told you to stay away from that... thing!" he argued, "You think that anthill was some kind of accident? He tripped you on purpose, because he just wanted to get between your legs!"
I wanted to argue and convince my dad that Argus was in fact a good guy, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed he was right. The satyr did insist on showing me the way only if I got naked... and then I just tripped on something I didn't see, without seeing a root or a stone or anything.
I mean, I didn't exactly regret coming to the woods that day. But I didn't like the feeling of being tricked. I figured that I should be more careful about Argus next time I was going to run into him. And I felt that it was going to happen soon.
And I was right! Just the next afternoon, my father assigned yet another delivery to me, once again to the village across the forest. It was a big jar of honey, harvested from a rare breed of bees from the other side of the country. A very expensive item. It was supposed to be the sweetest honey in the world and I was to deliver it to Mr. Coon, a baker from another town, for a special batch of wedding pastries he was working on.
"Here you go," my father told me as he was handing me the huge glass, "Be sure not to drop it. And once again, stay away from that satyr! He's bad news! You got that, Joseph?"
I nodded and promised to him - but also to myself - to be more careful around the satyr. No matter how good his tongue felt against my cock, I wasn't about to make a fool out of myself! I mean, my dignity was at stake! Determined, I took off and strolled right to the woods.
I didn't use the shortcut the satyr showed me the other day, because I figured I could run into him there. Instead, I took the normal path. He didn't want to be seen around people, right? This was a good way to avoid him for sure.
Lost in thought, I kept walking and walking and enjoying the beautiful day - not thinking about Argus and his strong chest, or the way the tongue felt against my skin... No, that man was a trickster. My father was right, better to avoid him, even in my mind - no matter how difficult that was.
Unfortunately, fate was not on my side that day. Against all odds, I randomly ran into him on the main path. He was just sitting there in the grass, his hands behind his head exposing his bushy armpits, watching the birds in the sky. Once he saw me, he immediately jumped up.
"Oh hey, Joey!" he greeted me with a smile, "Dad gave you another delivery, huh?"
I took one look at him and then forced myself to look the other way.
"Yeah," I answered in a neutral tone, "It's kind of an urgent order."
"Oh, cool. Why not use the shortcut then? I'll walk with you!"
"I think I might stay on the road," I told him, "Don't want to run into any anthills or anything."
I expected him to try to change my mind, or at least be surprised about the fact that I didn't want to take the shortcut. But instead, he just shrugged it off with a smile.
"Okay, sure! Whatever works for you, bud! Might I tag along?"
I was kind of surprised that he said that. I mean... sure, as long as we stayed on the road, there wasn't any risk of him tricking me again.
Right?
"Sure..." I answered carefully, "You can join me."
"Great!"
He seemed in a good mood, and even though I was still suspicious of him, I figured that some company for this delivery would be appreciated. He started talking to me and after a while, I managed to relax around him. I told him what's new in the shop, that we were having a crazy amount of deliveries at the moment and how it was making my father a bit stressed. He listened to everything, and actually seemed to care about what I was saying.
"Sorry to hear you're so busy," he said, as he looked at the bag I was carrying, "But hey, at least your dad's business is going well. What is so urgent about this delivery anyway?"
"Oh," I looked at the bag, "It's this special kind of honey."
"Special, huh?" he smirked at me, "Does it cure you of scurvy, or something?"
"Not like that," I shaked my head, "It's from some place far away. It's supposed to be the tastiest honey in the world."
"Really?" the satyr seemed interested, "Mind if I take a look at it? Just a peek."
I stopped, and thought about it for a while. Was this another trick? Well... if it was, it seemed like something that should be easy to see through. He was a trickster for sure, but I didn't think he would drop it on purpose. I gave him a suspicious look before I hesitantly reached into the bag.
"Here you go," I said as I pulled it out, "Please don't drop it."
"No worries," he smiled at me, as he took the jar for me. For a second, I was really scared he was about to drop and shatter it, but luckily, that didn't happen. He just inspected the texture from the outside. I wasn't sure what he was looking for exactly-
"Looks just like the normal stuff to me," he shrugged, "You say it's supposed to be the sweetest thing in the world?"
I nodded.
"Did your father let you taste it?"
"No... I thought about asking, but then I decided against it. He gets very bossy about mishandling the package for our clients."
"Well," he grinned at me, as he placed his hand on the lid, "He's not here right now, is he?"
"Actually... I'm not sure if it's the best idea," I reacted quickly. The satyr already fooled me once - I knew I had to be more careful this time.
Argus raised his eyebrows in confusion and then smiled at me.
"Joey? Is something wrong?"
I grew nervous. Before I left the house, I was a hundred percent ready to tell the satyr off if I ran into him. But now, with his hypnotizing hazel eyes staring into mine, my mouth suddenly felt dry. Something about them made me want to go with his idea.
"I... I..." I stuttered, "I'm just worried you'll drop the jar, that's all."
The creature chuckled and stepped a little bit closer to me. Once he did that, I felt my heartbeat fasten. His musk entered my nose and I felt a rush of excitement surge through my body. Dammit, what was about this beast that made my mind wander and wanted me to walk on the wild side?
"I see. I admit, I can be a bit clumsy," he spoke again with that soft tone of his, "Tell you what, then - you keep the jar in your hands and I'll reach in with my fingers and taste it myself. How about that, my boy?"
That... made sense. I mean, one scoop couldn't hurt, right? The lid wasn't sealed and I was sure Mr. Coon wouldn't notice a tiny little bit of it missing.
Did it make sense, though? In the soft spoken voice of the satyr it did. My mind just went with it. I still kept my eye on him and held onto the jar like my hands were glued to it, but I did push it forward a little bit, presenting it to the satyr.
He gave me a toothy grin, as his hairy hand descended on the lid.
"There you go, Joey," he said with a smile, "I knew you were fun."
His fingers slowly unscrewed the lid and let us both look onto the golden liquid in the jar. I knew how expensive it was and I had to admit that I was curious to see how it tasted like too. I knew father would never let me have a taste. He could be a little bit closed-minded sometimes. Not like Argus...
He slowly submerged his index and middle finger into the liquid. I was afraid his furry hand would leave traces of satyr fur in the honey, but luckily, the fur seemed to hold onto his body tight. When he pulled them out, they were covered in a translucent golden layer of honey. My mouth was watering just looking at it.
The satyr seemed to like that I was into his mischief. Slowly, he offered me his two fingers, positioning them right in front of my face.
"Have a taste, Joey," he suggested. I couldn't refuse.
I pulled my tongue out and met the satyr's rough skin covered in the sweet liquid. My tastebuds immediately lit up at the sweet taste. I sucked it up from my lips and licked my mouth obscenely before I looked at the satyr. He grinned and nodded to his fingers.
"Don't be shy, Joey, you can clean them up for me."
I didn't need further encouragement. My tongue started lapping over the satyr's digits, licking up the sweet sticky goodness. This was the best honey I've ever had - I could see why it was so valuable. My tongue danced around as satyr slowly circled his hand to give me access everywhere.
"Oh my, how eager you are," he commented on my enthusiasm, "And how skillful your tongue is, mmm..."
I didn't even register his suggestive tone - I added my lips to the mix and started sucking on the satyr's fingers. He didn't object a bit and soon I was slurping up the honey with his fingers all in my mouth. Then, he slowly started opening his palm for me. I instinctively pulled out my tongue again and started running it all over that palm, even though there was barely any honey on this part of his hand. After about ten solid seconds of licking, I realized how I was behaving and I stopped myself. I pulled away, face completely red in embarrassment.
"S...sorry, sir," I apologized with a meek tone, "I don't know what got into me..."
"Oh, it's more than fine, my boy," Argus snickered, "I really like this side of you."
Still not taking his eyes away from mine, he submerged his fingers in the honey again and this time put the fingers to his own lips. His overly long tongue - the one that I got acquainted with so well during our last meeting - slid out of his mouth and tasted the honey. To my surprise, the expression on his face remained lukewarm.
"Meh... it's okay," he shrugged.
"What?" I asked, surprised, "Seriously? This honey might be the best thing I've ever tasted!"
"I don't know," he shook his head, "It's good, I suppose. But when you've had something as good as the satyr honey, there are very few things in the world that would surprise you."
