All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older at the time of the events described.
Please check the story tags if there are erotic genres you find distasteful and prefer to avoid. I like to cover a lot of ground, sometimes.
This short-short story is the first of many in a series called, "The Children of Eros," which focuses on the experiences of several mythic beings who survive through the ages by harvesting the emotional energy of human sexual release.
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Silenus paused at the brick corner of the campus cafeteria building where a large shrub blocked the line of sight from the security camera on the roof of the building across the street. He could easily smell the plant and animal flesh being charred and boiled and baked inside the kitchen for the consumption of the college students. Silenus was famished, but could stomach no such human food.
In his youth -- 5,000 years ago -- wandering the forests of ancient Greece, sustenance had come willingly, often eagerly, to Silenus. Maidens were always warned that, if they wandered too far into the woods, they would be taken by satyrs -- the wild, half-men of the forest. And yet, somehow, careless maidens -- and many older women -- strayed too far on a fairly regular basis.
Today's maidens, however, did not visit the woods alone in such great numbers, Silenus reflected, as he watched a panel van round a corner a block away and proceed toward him.
To his enhanced vision, there was a bright patch following alongside the van, where he could be unseen by the camera, or by any human observer. As the van passed the similar bright spot in which he stood, he slid smoothly into the lee of the van and trotted along beside it until it passed a low wall that concealed a waste dumpster.
Without pause, he darted behind the metal dumpster, jumped another wall, and trotted swiftly along a windowless brick wall to the corner, his hooves making no sound, even on the concrete sidewalk. He paused again, looking out over a broad, grassy hillside. Walkways crisscrossed the hill, and atop it stood another campus building. In the middle of the lawn was a tiny copse of trees.
There was a camera on the roof above him. Somehow, even on a clear, dry day, a moist leaf blown by the wind struck the lens of the camera and stuck there. Silently thanking his mother, Gaia, Silenus sped across the grass and into the invisibility of the small patch of trees and underbrush, his hooves leaving no mark at all in the grass.
Silenus lurked in the meager excuse for a forest, waiting, starving. Classes were in session, so there was little foot traffic along the two pathways that crossed a short distance from his shelter. Several young men passed, of no interest to the satyr. A dark-haired beauty walked by, and he scented her carefully, but she was sated, and needed none of his blessings.
He waited, patient as only an ancient thing can be, despite his gnawing hunger.
Abby
Abby hurried along the sidewalk toward the science building, carrying her books. She was late to class... again. Because she overslept... again. What was
wrong
with her? She'd been up half the night, thinking about Gordon, about how he'd ended it, about
why
he'd ended it.
She caught her toe on the sidewalk and stumbled. Her books spilled from her arms onto the ground. Shit! She knelt to gather them up. She was
not
a dud in bed. She
wasn't
frigid, Abby thought, willing her eyes not to tear up.
Silenus
Silenus scented the young woman kneeling on the sidewalk. He scented her distress, her frustration, her need. Here was one who could accept what he had to offer. Swiftly, he sought among the brush of his infinitesimal forest, finding, quite improbably, exactly the leaves and herbs and vines he required.
As she picked up her books, the girl's head turned fractionally away from him, creating a bright spot in his sight where hers could no longer reach. He darted through it and behind her.
Supernaturally quick, he slapped leaves across her eyes and bound them in place with vines. When she opened her mouth to cry out, he slipped a bundle of leaves and herbs into it and whipped another vine around her head to hold it in place. Another vine he slipped around her wrists, binding them in front of her. One heartbeat had passed.
He picked her up and darted back into the shelter of his "forest." Another improbably convenient vine tossed over a branch suspended her with her toes barely touching the ground. A second heartbeat had passed.
Silenus happened to find a section of branch -- deadwood just perfectly the right length -- and used more vines to bind it between the girl's ankles, holding them apart. A third heartbeat had passed.
Abby
Abby's mouth was full of something that tasted tangy, and kind of smokey and a little sweet. "Mmmm. Mmm, mnmm," she said. She couldn't speak, and she couldn't spit it out. Her saliva soaked it, and the savory flavors ran down her throat.
Her eyes... she was blindfolded with something. Her heart began to beat hard, her breath fast and shallow through her nose. Her hands were tied... she was hanging by her wrists, toes barely touching the ground. Her legs were... held apart. She couldn't close them... she realized her panties were wet... no, drenched... with pussy juice. "Mmm. mmmm?" she said.
Silenus
Silenus squatted on his hocks before the pretty young thing, his backward-facing goat-like hocks making it easy to lower his seven-foot frame until his head was level with her crotch, his great ram's horns curling around his temples. He pushed her skirt up to her waist. With one thick finger, he twitched her panties to the side. She lurched as the cool air struck her heated pussy.
He extended his tongue toward her. Silenus' tongue was not made for speaking. It was long, and preternaturally prehensile, coated with saliva which had both aphrodisiac and mild muscle-relaxant effects. Using just the tip, he licked slowly up one side of her outer lips, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. Where it touched, her flesh plumped and pinked prettily. He licked the other side and watched her vulva swell. "Mm! mm... mmmm," she said.
Delicately, the satyr's agile tongue tickled the young woman's clitoris. It didn't take much. Between the herbs in her gag, the biochemical properties of his saliva, and the poor girl's terrible sexual need, she came in less than a minute, her body jerking and twisting like a marionette with a single string. "MM! Mmmm, mmmm mmmmmmm," she moaned.
Energy from the woman's orgasm flooded into Silenus, and he very nearly made a sound himself as his awful, grinding hunger was satisfied, at least slightly.
