"When I pull out," Ailen whispered, his body bent fully over hers, he knew his cock would slide out of her ass in a moment and the frenzy would start, "Stay where you are. There is something, it would be dangerous for you to move, Anya."
She shivered as she felt him slip from her ass and the gape slowly closed a bit as she was left empty and alone on the stump. Anya had expected the satyrs to immediately vie for another fuck, but instead, she heard another thunderclap as horns were slammed against one another.
Turning her head, she saw that it was Cynric and Colby, and they were gripping the tops of each other's shoulders as their hooves dug deep into the ground, neither one willing to give an inch. Anya's green eyes widened and her breath was shallow as she watched all six of them approach each other slowly, and then horns were smashing together, brays were heard, and she winced as more than one satyr's beautiful hard chest was gored by one of the other men of the flock. Even Birch and Dwight, the twins, fought each other in this battle for the winner. Anya knew her pussy was the prize and it clenched and spilled its desire, and the juices flowed down her pussy lips to cover her clit and drip down her legs as she hung over the side of the stump, her feet not touching the ground.
She whimpered, not having expected the orgasm as it came, and she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and seeing Birch knock Payton down and he reached her, his hands on her legs to part them and hold them up, his cock at a point, pushing hard and deep into her pussy and then she realized the difference between the first time she was fucked by the flock and this time. Their cocks were hot, almost too hot, and if there was any way that he was thicker, then he was, because Anya whimpered at the way he stretched her pussy walls as he seared high into her, but he never stopped. As soon as Birch hit the curve of her cervix, he was halfway out, and then his hips were beating back in. Her pussy whirled and tensed and squirted on his thick cock as it proceeded to fuck her with so much power that she was sure she would have a bruise along the front of her hips where they beat against the stump and she did not care.
Her screams of complete surrender to this lightning fast fuck soon turned to moans as his cock plowed hard and held, and a thick wad of semen infused cum was aimed at her aching cervix and he held her still as it worked out of his cock like a power hose to coat the outer walls of her uterus. Anya bit her tongue hard as he yanked his still hard cock from her and she felt him back away. It was weird, she could feel tingles in her pussy, could feel the way his sperm worked into her womb and knew that these beasts, one of them, would take root. Closing her eyes, she let her forehead fall against the stump as she squeezed the knobs above her head and took a long breath.
Hands grabbed her hips and she whimpered, feeling her legs part as a cock was shoved between them. She turned her head and saw that the gray was there, Cynric, and he was in her fast, oh God, the feel of his hard cock was astounding. He bucked up inside, his face was set in a grim line as he concentrated, his rump wasn't rocking as much as he seemed to be in some sort of furious seizure that repeatedly sent him to the end of her pussy, which was gladly wrapping his enormous meat in a hug that let him know she was aroused, insanely aroused, and her pussy was wet and gushing against him just in case the hug failed to tell him of her desire. When his hot cum filled her pussy, she felt an immense orgasm tighten her and heard him bray in near pain, but his hands only squeezed her body tighter, and then he, too, was gone.
Anya shook, her muscles week, her legs drooping down so much that had she not been holding the knobs, she would have fallen. When the next satyr grabbed her, he rolled her onto her back and pulled her ass off of the stump, holding her legs up and to the sides so that he could stand between them. Her half closed lids took in that is was Colby, and she moaned in response to the forceful thrust that sent his cock inside, dancing manically within her pussy until he, too, shot his hot wad of cum inside, where it mixed and tingled and pressed within her womb, seeking the egg she knew they were looking for. Anya moaned, if she was a spontaneous ovulater, wouldn't she be releasing an egg every time she was fucked? She wondered how this all worked, but knew she'd never understand, this world was incredibly new to her. Hell, she thought as Colby slipped painfully from her wrecked pussy, It was only Wednesday and she'd been at the spa since just Saturday morning.
Ailen was back, and he plowed into her dripping full cunt as his hands moved her legs up his chest to rest them against his body, her feet at his throat as he brayed and fucked her, his cum clearly begging to be released as he concentrated on the rapid pace of his punches forward into her body. Anya cried out, her body tackling the large cock like a warrior until he finally spilled, his groin and balls squeezing hard to plant his seed with the rest.
She knew only Dwight and Payton were left, and looked at Dwight as he came forward, she realized that the tip of one of his horns was missing, and over half of the other one was gone from his head. She gasped, why had they fought so hard. She could see that he was limping a bit as well and he still looked angry. His large hands, one bloody, grabbed her hard by the backs of her knees and spread her open in just enough time for his thick hungry cock to ram hard into her pussy, making her arch her back tightly. If Anya had enough breath to actually speak, she would beg him to keep fucking her, to keep bucking into her pussy in a flurry of thrusts. Jesus, this was intense, and she loved every second that he reared into her dripping fold. All too soon, he stopped and swelled even tighter in her pussy before his current of cum gushed forth and sought it's prize in her womb and Anya was pushed up and onto her side on the stump when he jerked his heavy cock out of her and walked back.
While Anya clutched her hands and legs close to her body, she waited, knowing that Payton, the satyr that had already been hurt last time, approached her slower than any of the others had. When he put one hand on her shoulder, and the other around her ass to scoot her towards his chest on the stump, Anya actually whimpered and clenched her limbs tightly together, scared to actually look at the damage she knew must had been done to him to end up in this position.
Her body was pulled into a sitting position and he put a hand under her chin, forcing her to view what had resulted from the fight to fuck her amazing pussy. Her green eyes fluttered open and immediately filled with tears as she saw that one of his horns was completely gone, a bright red wound in its place, and his face was bloody, several large gashes covered his face. His chest hadn't faired any better. He had fought so desperately hard for her, and his own flock had refused to back down, even after his first injuries. His own flock had done this to him.
"They did this to you?" She whispered, feeling him tense and move her closer to his body.
Anya parted her own legs this time, anger pouring through her body as she glared at the other five satyrs, "Your own flock did this to you." Anya felt his hand come up and her mouth was covered, he also looked angry.
"Anya, I bear this with pride, you are taking it wrong." He hissed in her ear as he cupped her ass with his large hand and she was tilted up to meet his seeking cock.
Anya wrapped her arms around his chest, not caring that she was wiping his blood on her body, let the others see it. Even if he wasn't angry with his family, she sure was. There had been no reason to fight over her. She was willing to fuck them ALL, and had already. Why the extreme violence? His hand lowered again, needing both of them to hold her in place as he began to pummel his hips against her, his rump muscles tight, spasming as he sunk his cock hard, in and out, bringing her to a heady orgasm, and she squealed as she dropped her head to press it against his breast, hearing him bray, knowing that he punched harder inside, one of her hands dropped and she splayed her fingers in the area over her belly button, and could feel the hard, large mound that was his cock every time he thrust into her. The sensation of having her hand rub at it from outside, it must have been too much and the satyr clutched her painfully around her ass cheeks and came hard in her core.
He lowered her to her back on to the stump and pulled out, her body shaking in response to the tug, they had actually needed to use force to exit her pelvic neck, and Anya felt hands spin her in another direction. A sob tore from her throat when she saw Cynric, fury on his face, a feverish rush of movements as he positioned himself between he parted knees, and his cock a dark pink, more than desperate to fill her. When it surged high, she screamed, softer than before, her body really was falling weak against their constant penetration, and there was little she could do than lay there while he pummeled her with his monster sized cock, coming yet again deep inside of her.
When he pulled out, Cynric looked down and saw that her eyes were closed, she had finally passed out in exhaustion. He brayed to let the others know and stepped out and away as Dwight pushed into place, removing her from the stump and going to ground with her, his cock inside her pussy before he'd even gotten her settled onto her back on the much softer, and blissfully cooler, grass on the mountainside.
