CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sibiu
Lucius came into the world with very little drama. My entire labor lasted less than one hour, then he latched onto my breast and stayed there for three solid weeks.
He was so different than Mari in both physical appearance and personality, it was hard to believe they came from the same place. Unlike his sister, Lucius never missed the chance to cuddle with me. He was my little curly-haired, big-horned, snuggle-bug. He was also all boy, though. He played hard, never missed a meal, and slept like a bear in hibernation.
Father and Valame announced their plans for wedlock in the early spring. It was to be a small affair at the tiny village that had cropped up at the base of Saia Heights. There were four homesteads there, with plans for a fifth if the eldest son of one of the families decided to stay.
Finn was of age, even by Sibian standards, to engage in all adult activities. He'd not shown the tiniest interest in Sibian girls, though, and it was thought that he might actually decide to pursue his own path closer to Baltia. The other family living in the village had already done something similar and had returned. Their eldest daughter, now nineteen, was expecting her first baby with the Timaean boy she'd brought back with her.
They weren't married, but that was because it wasn't a widely practiced custom in either Timaeus or Baltia. Couples united and had babies, raised the children, and either stayed together and had more babies, or parted ways. There was no ceremony for it.
Sibians, however, believed in matrimony. So, Valame and my father would go through the ritual in order to sidestep ridicule.
I didn't care one way or another. Dolphus and I did not have a wedding and it changed nothing. We were mated for life and that was just the way it was. But I was excited about the wedding party. We weren't going to have many opportunities to attend one of those.
Valame stitched a gown for me to wear to the party, and a very fancy top and skirt for Mari. It was a struggle to get her to don them, but Dolphus finally coaxed her into it. He and Lucius wore loin coverings.
When we all were dressed for the first time, it was hard not to laugh out loud. We looked and felt very silly in clothing. Dolphus, however, had another feeling altogether when ogling me in my flowing, green gown. Much to my surprise, it made him unusually aroused.
"I want to lift that skirt and take you, little one."
His breathy growl in my ear sent tingles up my spine. My father and Valame were just a short distance away. I couldn't resist teasing him. "I am bare beneath this dress." I didn't know who was more aroused by what he was suggesting, him or me.
Dolphus nipped my ear. "Don't tempt me. I don't live by the same rules as these humans."
My inner thighs were moistening from my own quickening. Dolphus' nose was quivering from the scent that wafted from beneath the skirt of my gown. I was thankful that humans didn't posses the same sense of smell as satyrs.
His hand crept up my side and slithered around to the front of my dress. I guided it back to my waist to remind him to behave himself. He was accustomed to touching all parts of my body without limits, so this was quite a new concept for him. "Everyone here is about to know what you're doing to me."
I glanced down at his loin cloth. It was tenting obscenely. I stifled a giggle. "Okay, okay. Let's go outside for a walk."
As we were walking outside, I noticed Mari talking to Finn. It was hard to judge how close in age they were. Mari was reaching full maturity but wouldn't come into season for a few more years. It was difficult to convert that to the human maturation experience. Emotionally, though, she was probably very close to Finn's age.
Dolphus led us to a nearby grove of trees and shrubs, and wasted no time lifting the skirt of my dress so he could spread my legs and lap at the wetness that had pooled between my thighs.
"What has gotten into you?"
Dolphus shook his head and groaned. He pulled his tongue from deep inside me to flick the tiny nub at the top of my slit. I nearly lost consciousness as my climax rushed to take me. It was quick and sudden and powerful. The threat of being caught had once again worked in my favor.
Not even waiting for the orgasmic contractions to subside, Dolphus lifted me up against the nearby tree trunk and speared me with his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he drove himself deep inside over and over, grunting in rhythm with each thrust. It wasn't loud by satyr mating standards, but anyone within earshot would know without a doubt what we were doing. Embarrassment flushed my cheeks and I climaxed again from it, just in time for him to join me.
He didn't expel as much fluid in the off season, but it was enough to trickle slowly down my thighs. I reached down to swipe it away but he blocked my hand by pulling my skirt back down.
"Leave it. I want to smell it on you for the rest of the party."
My knees buckled at the thought, causing him to chortle under his breath.
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By mid July, Lucius was still not showing signs of weaning. All the other lambkin his age were fully independent, but he insisted on feeding once per day still, sometimes napping only to wake and feed again.
Dolphus was growing impatient with it and had chased Lucius off on more than one occasion. I couldn't refuse him, however. Holding him on my lap as he suckled from my breast completed me in a way I couldn't describe. When Lucius looked at me, all I could see, all I could feel, was an overwhelming sense of love. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. Sometimes I would weep from it as he slept in my lap.
I was careful not to let my emotions show around Dolphus. A satyr's attachment to their young was more practical. They nurtured them only until they could fend for themselves. Then they pushed them away. I understood the logic. It was vital for creating hearty offspring, and not as cruel as it looked.
I was only human, though. Understanding something was not the same as accepting it.
Dolphus insisted that he and I get away for a few days. I suspected his primary reason was to wean Lucius, but he maintained it was to get me alone for a private pre-anniversary celebration. We were coming up on our third.
We informed Mari and Lucius of our plans, but Dolphus was very vague about which direction we were even headed. It felt wrong, even though I was aware that they were fully capable of caring for themselves. We left before dawn, many hours before Lucius would wake so he couldn't track us.
We rested at the sight where Dolphus would go to watch for me when I lived in Sibiu. The sun was just beginning to light the eastern sky as I caught my breath. The walk to that spot didn't ordinarily wind me so much, but I'd grown thinner from nursing, and wasn't nearly as strong.
"Tell me about the first time you saw me."
"Again? Are you not tired of that story?"
I patted the ground next to me as I shook my head. "I'll never grow tired of it."
Dolphus gazed off into the distance and lifted his chin. "It was the agricultural outpost over there. You had been pulled aside, apparently being reprimanded for something. I could see from here that you weren't the least bit sorry for whatever it was you'd done."
"Probably not."
"You were wearing your green uniform, same as the others, but that was the only comparison. Everything about you was different. The way you looked, the way you acted. The way you filled out your green dress."
"Is that why you got so aroused by my wearing that green gown at my father's wedding?"
"Perhaps. There is something about you being covered that increases the excitement for me. It could also have been related to your uniform, though. It is similar in color."
