A Satyr's Punishment

It was a lovely day for a swim, so Kira headed for the pool in the glen. When she got to the edge of the pool, she cast off what little apparel she had on and dived in. She came up laughing and proceeded to swim toward the falls. In the middle of the pond she switched to floating on her back, her long dark hair floating all around her. She made a pretty picture floating there, her taut breasts pointing to the sky. She heard some blundering noises coming from the forest; she immediately knew who was causing such a ruckus and laughed to herself. “He may be great in the art of making love, but what a big clod of a satyr he is,” she mused. Then Kira thought to hide and watch what he was about. She swam over to the falls and hid behind them.

Kronos came lumbering to the side of the pool hoping to surprise his favorite dryad, Kira. He was disappointed, not noticing Kira’s simple robe by the rocks. (He wasn't the sharpest satyr in the forest). He decided to take a quick dip and lay on his favorite flat rock and relax in the midday sun, hoping that his Kira would come by for a swim. After a brief bath in the pond he got out and shook himself dry. He liked the way water made the thick fur on his legs curl and he wanted to smell somewhat pleasing if Kira did wander by. He played some tunes on his shepherd’s flute, and then dozed off, warmed by the sun.

Kira took her cue to swim quietly towards Kronos on his rock. She looked predatory with her eyes intent on him, hair flowing behind. She emerged out of the water slowly, on her hands and knees, as if she was stalking prey. Water dripped off her glistening body as she made her way towards the drowsing satyr. He had fallen asleep on his back, legs spread open. Kira made her way up between his legs, licking her lips. When she got to his member, her small hand gently grasped it and guided it towards her mouth. She got comfortable and smiled as she put her mouth onto his very sizable cockhead. Her pussy twitched in anticipation. Even though he wasn't hard, he still was very big for her mouth. She opened wide and slowly took the head into her mouth, using her tongue to taste him. She sucked on that big cockhead for several long minutes, smiling to herself each time Kronos would stir with pleasure. His cock grew under her ministrations to its usual huge size, causing several squeals of delight. Her other hand reached between her thighs and started to rub her very wet folds.

Oh, but she was having a grand time now. As she worked on him and herself, he suddenly woke up. She felt his hand on her head guiding her to take his splendid cock deeper into her mouth and throat. She moaned and kept on. Kronos was enjoying himself so much he started growling out loud. Her oral worship of his goatish member went on for some minutes, until Kronos couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed Kira and pulled her up the length of his body. His huge phallus popped out of her mouth with a loud noise, making them both laugh. He positioned her using her hips until she was just over his swollen cock and then pulled her and thrust his hips upwards at the same time.

It was fortunate she was so wet and slippery, as his huge member and her small love hole met and merged in one swift motion. He buried his cock up to the hilt into her sopping wet pussy. She met his thrust eagerly and cried out saying “Oh gods, Kronos, you feel so good today! Give it to me now, don't stop for anything!”

Kronos did as he was told; he may have been a rough and tumble satyr but he knew how to please this dryad. He had pursued her without success for a long time before she finally submitted to his horny charms. Now they were fucking each other in earnest, both of them grunting and squealing as their sexual urgency built. Kira started gasping, “I am getting near now, faster, oh gods, faster!” Her body started to shake and spasm uncontrollably, and she screamed, “I'm cumming…!” He laughed aloud and pistoned into her, his shaggy cum-soaked cock hammering her poor labia until she collapsed onto his body, her breathing ragged. His cock throbbed inside her swollen pussy.

He waited until she got her breath back and then moved her off of him and onto her stomach. He got up and grabbed her hips, raised them into the air, and positioned his still huge and throbbing pussy pleaser at her dripping entrance.

He said “Are you ready for me, love?” and Kira mumbled, “Oh gods, yes, give it to me now, Kronos, make me cum again.”

His eyes alight with anticipation, he smiled at the nymph and said, “Anything you want, Kira, I am your humble and obedient servant,” and plunged his huge member back into her waiting pussy as far as it could go. He held it fast inside her, pausing to enjoy the hot juiciness of her pussy, delighted at causing her ass to suggestively wriggle on his shaft. This was his cue to start pumping, and he withdrew his cock nearly all the way out of her glistening honey pot and slowly thrust it back in. She gasped every time he thrust into her steamy love tunnel, and as he continued his back and forth motions she started moaning loudly again. Her cries urged him to pump her faster and faster, and Kira started crying out between her moans, “Fuck me, Kronos! Fuck me harder, faster....make me scream!” This just made him growl and shout “Fuck…fuck…fuck!” He was getting very close to a thunderous climax and wanted Kira to accompany him on his journey to ecstasy. He roared as he heard her start to scream, “Fuck, I am..cumming…..aaaaahhhhhh…KRONOS!!”

He felt his body convulse, his balls tighten up, and his cock convulsed and exploded into her hot snatch. They came together; their climactic release growing more intense as they screamed in unison, celebrating the fulfillment their bodies had so desired. Finally they collapsed together, breathing hurriedly and covered in sweat and cum from their exertions.

When their fevered lust subsided and they were awash in a pleasant afterglow, Kira smiled and kissed Kronos and said “You were wonderful, my love… as always.” She pulled on her robe and Kronos got up and gave Kira a great farewell hug and several lusty kisses. She walked toward her grove of trees on the other side of the glen, and waved as she walked into the forest. Kronos smiled and waved back, enjoying the sight of her ass moving side to side as she sauntered away from him.
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Aurora Goldenmist, a fairy from the southron woods, heard them before she saw them. 

Her journey through that particular forest had been of little note thus far. She was in no hurry and had decided to take a left turn instead of a right turn at the toppled live oak that marked the way to her destination; the place known as the Otherwood, to visit the fairy Illenna, a wonderful playmate. The mid-day summer wind was strong enough at her back that she could half-float, half-fly; an effortless mode of transportation for fairies and one that gave her ample time for appreciating the beauty of this part of the realm. She was unfamiliar with this forest, though it was quite ancient, and she was enjoying her journey so far. 

She had just touched down on the edge of a small glen and was casually launching herself back into the warm summer air when she heard sounds that piqued her interest. At first she had thought it an animal in distress, for the volume and urgency of the sounds hinted at pain, and as she got airborne she noticed two bodies intertwined not twenty yards from her in the glen’s long grass, near a stream-fed pond. She identified the male form by its scent, for she was familiar with the goat-scented muskiness of satyr smell. The other smell was female and equally funky, and she thought it was most likely a dryad, probably of the oak variety. Sure enough, she spied a young, husky-looking satyr fucking a naked nymph, oblivious to their surroundings as they lustily (and loudly) engaged in the task at hand. The satyr was the one bellowing the loudest, as he had impaled himself on the nymph doggy style, and the fairy noted the strength and frequency with which he was humping his lucky prey. The dryad was no slouch in the production of noise either, for between her moans of sexual exertion she was making urgent demands of her suitor to “fuck me, Kronos….ah, fuck me harder….oh, Kronos, that’s it…fuck….oh…..”.

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After observing the tryst from her airy vantage point, Aurora decided that a bit of fun with the strapping fellow below might be a nice diversion from her travels. Watching the two lovers had made her moist in her joy parts, and Aurora rarely let such an itch go unscratched. Her beauty was such that she was never at a loss for playmates. She watched as the two lovers embraced a last lusty farewell, with Kronos lifting up and hugging the dryad as his hands mashed and squeezed her buttocks in farewell. They both then separated and headed off in different directions, making the fuck-hungry fairy smile in anticipation. 

It was a simple matter to trail behind the satyr as he made his way to the western edge of the forest and enter it, walking casually with a self-satisfied air about him. Once she determined his direction, she flitted ahead of him and found a perch on the lowest hanging branch of a massive red oak tree. A couple minutes after primping herself and checking the angle of the sun in the sky, she was ready. 

Kronos was humming to himself as he approached the oak tree, not thinking of anything in particular other than what he was going to have for his evening meal. Suddenly it seemed as though a dazzling light had swallowed a portion of the oak ahead of him, blinding him in its brilliance. He put a hand up to shield his eyes from the brightness when he heard a light, airy laugh that seemed to come from the light source.

“Your name is Kronos, is it not?” the timbre of the speaker was fragile yet had a strong note of confidence in it. “I am Aurora, Kronos, youngest daughter of the southron Goldenmist fairies Irae and Candide, and I bid you greetings this glorious day!”

“A fairy!” thought Kronos, in wonder. He had seen few fairies in his life and had found them fascinating creatures full of magic and mischief. Now he made out a deliciously feminine shape within the brightness ahead of him and he saw a pale blue fairy clothed scantily in wispy raiment that seemed to catch the rays of the sun and amplify it, causing the blinding brilliance. As his eyes adjusted to the bright white light, Kronos took note of the fairy’s wings of gossamer crystal, hair that reflected the sun and shone golden in the mid-afternoon light, and a breathtakingly pretty face framed by sparkling diamonds and other colorful jewelry, some of which adorned an intricately laced amulet that nestled between her two fulsome breasts. Other pieces of bejeweled light sparkled from the fairy's tiara, bracelets on both feet and ankles, her ears, belly button, and even her throat sported a choke bracelet of brilliant design and intricacy. As Kronos crept closer, he could see that the fairy was standing atop a low hanging branch of the oak tree, striking a balanced pose with the midday sun perfectly aligned behind her. Her eyes seemed to be devouring him as she lustily beamed at him. Her shapely legs were spread akimbo and her hands were on her hips, smiling ever so seductively at Kronos as he approached. 

“How do you know my name, pretty sprite?” said Kronos, already recognizing that the fairy was quite comely and was also unashamed in letting him spy the furry golden patch between her legs, easily viewed through the diaphanous material that barely concealed the shapely breasts, pouting nipples, flat belly, and lithe limbs of the fairy above him. Kronos felt a familiar stirring in his cock and balls; his morning romp with Kira the dryad had apparently sated him only temporarily.

“Truth be told, bold Kronos, tales of your …prowess and stamina have travelled far from these woods,” Aurora lied, as she floated slowly off the branch toward Kronos, a sly smile curling the corners of her mouth. Kronos got an eyeful of her beauty as she floated nearer to him through the air, her glowing garment all but transparent and caressing her skin. She had thrust her hips out when she detached herself from her branch, and her golden vulva seemed to lead the way toward Kronos, who could not help but notice that the fairy’s labia were swollen and moist. His nose caught the scent of fairy pussy, and he felt his member twitch underneath the rough bear skin loin cloth he wore. As she came nearer her scent became more pronounced, and his mouth salivated, anticipating more pleasure.

Aurora descended upon him in the gentlest manner possible but what happened next took Kronos completely by surprise. Before he could blink, he found himself on his back upon the forest floor, nestled within a carpet of crisp red oak leaves, with the diminutive fairy crouched between his strapping thighs. For such a tiny and demure creature, she was shockingly strong and knew precisely what she wanted of Kronos. Aurora had seen the pleasure that he had bestowed upon Kira and wanted to sample his oversized manhood for herself.

In an instant Kronos’ loin cloth was pulled aside and his giant member exposed for Aurora to admire. And admire she did, breathing her magical breath upon his shaft with puffs that alternated between an arctic wind and a smoldering lava spout, until he began to grow quite solid. Her eyes, which were the color of the deepest ocean, grew wider with each inch that his cock grew as a result of her titillating breath. She kept her gaze upon his massive member, growing more animated and thrilled as he became stiff. Not only was his organ becoming rigid; Kronos’ robust frame was frozen and unable to move or protest as a result of the powerful magicks Aurora had cast upon him.

Kronos lay still, wondering what this mischievous sprite would do next. By then it was obvious what she wanted. In a flash, Aurora changed positions and was now straddling the satyr, a look of intense purpose on her face. She grasped his ready cockhead and wrapped her delicate fingers around its roughness, using the tip to nuzzle at her golden fur which felt like the finest strands of a spider’s web, so dainty it was. Kronos bleated out loud his anticipation of the softness which lay directly underneath her lustrous patch; Aurora’s labia was glistening with lust and her little entrance was profoundly pink, girlish, and inviting. Kronos was urgently desperate to be inside the fairy. Instead, Aurora shifted positions again and licked the engorged cockhead several times with her pink tongue, before trying to swallow it whole into her delicious mouth. She spent several minutes enjoying the satyr in this fashion; licking and kissing the dark purple mushroom, and then swallowing as much of it as she could, humming sounds of appreciation for this midday treat.

Once again, Aurora seemed to vanish for the briefest of moments. When she reappeared she had somehow increased in size, although still dwarfed by Kronos’ girth. While hovering slightly above him, her hips shifted downward with a purpose, and Kronos found himself firmly wedged within the narrow love tunnel of the creature above him. Aurora granted him a sweet whisper of a kiss upon his lower lip and then raised up by fluttering her translucent wings rapidly, starting a rhythm of flying upon and onto his manly pole with a practiced accuracy. Her skill at fly fucking was such that she was always right on target. Her floating levitations were tenderly benign at first, with her pussy slowly swallowing the huge cock into her depths. As she became aroused, however, her strokes grew more frantic and less tender. She was now a cock-crazed slut fairy, practically dive bombing onto Kronos’ manhood, making the most delectable moaning sounds to accompany her hovering assault.

Kronos was lost in delight, watching this beautiful creature devouring him... the softness of her girlish folds, the sparkle of her alabaster skin, the light ricocheting off of her priceless jewels, and the way her amulet nestled between her heaving mounds as Aurora bounced herself upon him. Her bountiful breasts rose and fell with a delightful jiggle. Kronos’ hands were freed by the fairy in that instant and his thick fingers quickly sampled her lovely bosom, cupping each breast and tickling the hardened nubs with his commanding forefingers. Aurora mewed more urgently and she snatched a fistful of her cascading golden locks, using the strands to tickle her swollen love button with each press around her brutish lover. She flew a few more times upon him and then clamped her slippery slit around his thickness, pulsating her honeyed labial walls to the beat of her fluttering wings.

Kronos raised his virile hips towards the summer clouds, willing himself to be even harder and thicker within Aurora, whereupon she spread her lilly thighs even wider to accommodate him. She had his cock completely nestled within her pleasuring canal, and she clutched at his shaft until Kronos had to give her the gift she demanded of him. Aurora valued the seed of her lovers and Kronos, being a strapping specimen, would surely give Aurora plenty of magical love cream. She grasped Kronos’ mighty horns for leverage and impaled herself upon him in one mighty swoop as she felt the first wondrous jets of molten cum enter her body.

Aurora bent fully in half and fervently rode Kronos while her own orgasm came crashing down upon her; she allowed her distended nipples and firm breasts to graze upon his tickling chest fur as she rode the waves of rapture with the grunting satyr. Even though Kronos had been amorous earlier, he thankfully had plenty of cream to offer Aurora and her miraculous pussy drank each drop with great eagerness and thirst. Her gentle lips once more found his and Kronos deeply inhaled the life-bringing freshness which her sighs gave to his spent body.

As the fairy recovered from the shattering orgasm they had shared, she lay astride the satyr, her hands toying with the massed chest hair of Kronos. Kronos was still in the grip of an intense afterglow, his long, thick cock covered with Aurora’s cum still spasming occasionally, as if remembering the slick kisses of the fairy’s mouth and pussy fucking and sucking him. 

“That was…amazing, Kronos,” said Aurora, “I can’t recall anyone ever giving me so much pleasure.” She looked up at Kronos and smiled, noting that the satyr was only now recovering his breath. 

“I know what you mean, little one,” mused Kronos, “You are nearly as good a fuck as my lovely dryad Kira, and that’s saying something…” Kronos had not spent much of his youth traveling the world outside the relatively small world of this forest, nor was he yet well-schooled in the ways and wiles of women. 

A brief second passed and Kronos realized that his words could be misinterpreted, but before his sex-addled brain could put two words together, a sudden darkness covered the sun, what felt like a strong wind was all of a sudden upon him, buffeting his body, and the fairy launched herself off of him, hovering directly overhead and glaring at Kronos. Her beautiful face was transformed and twisted into pained rage at the inadvertent insult, and Kronos began to speak, but the fairy waved her hand in a counterclockwise motion and the satyr was instantly rendered mute. Another motion followed, and the light in Kronos’ eyes went out and all was darkness. Kronos tried to reach up, to grab the fairy so that he might explain to her that he had meant no insult.

In less time than it takes to wink, the fairy was gone. 

Panicked at the loss of sight and sound, Kronos extended his arms outward and upward in a silent plea for mercy, but his remaining senses told Kronos that the fairy was no longer present, and he was alone.

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It was not Kira who found Kronos, but Darma, one of her sisters. Kronos had staggered about the forest after Aurora’s punishment, but after walking headlong into two trees and stumbling into the pond, he collapsed at the edge of the pond and cried, his great chest heaving at the realization that this dark and silent existence was to be his fate. Kronos was lucky that Kira’s sister was in need of a bath; she had been relaxing in the warm rays of the summer sun when she had heard splashing and looked across the pond to see Kronos.

Shouting and waving at him had elicited no response, so Darma swam across to Kronos. It took only a few minutes to realize that the satyr was mute as well as blind. He was in such a state of woe that Darma wasted no time in telling the satry to stay put while she ran to get Kira. While Kira and Darma were part of a triplet of dryads, Kira was always considered the elder sister, having been the first from the womb. Darma and their third sibling, Cassie, looked to Kira for guidance whenever the matters of the world intruded on their idyllic world. Perhaps Kira might know what to do; at any rate, everyone knew that Kira was the favorite of Kronos, and she needed to be told of this affliction.

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Aurora had furiously flown away after leaving Kronos in his disabled state, and the exertion of her flight had begun to sate her temper at the insulting, albeit unintentional, slight that Kronos had so casually said to her after their romp. “Perhaps I acted too hastily,” the young fairy thought, “after all, while he is a clumsy clod in the fine points of romancing women, he was a hearty fuck and provided a lengthy orgasm that I still feel tingling between my legs….”. She remembered the excitement she felt upon first seeing Kronos’ hard long member, with its thick girth and round purple head. While she was musing on the memory, she felt a familiar warmth in her joy parts, and her flight path circled back toward the ancient woods she had just departed.

The fairy found Kronos at the pond just as Kira, Cassie, and Darma approached the despondent satyr carrying a basket of herbal cures and tonics to administer to Kronos. Kira threw her arms around the broad burly neck of Kronos, who made a motion as if he were letting out a low bellow, but no sound came out of his mouth. 

“Oh, Kronos, what has happened?” said Kira. Kronos tore at his hair and beat his head against a rock, tears streaming down his cheeks. Kira sobbed too, to see her lover in such obvious distress. Her sisters began preparing a poultice of herbs reputed to be good at improving eyesight, but they doubted the sufficiency of their lore to cure the blindness Kronos was exhibiting. They had no idea how to cure his ability to speak. They were dryads, after all, and their expertise was in the care and maintenance of their host trees. As they were preparing their ministrations, tears flowed from their eyes as well. A collective wail went up from the group, save for Kronos.

As she watched the tableau before her, Aurora’s face softened and she made a series of motions with her hands. Directly above her, the air shimmered and shook and took on a frightful aspect.

Kronos was beyond grief, beyond thinking, his whole universe was the darkness of a pitch black night. He knew that he would never see the forest again, or chase a comely wood nymph across the glen. He would never sing his songs that celebrated a satyr’s life or blow pan’s flute to accompany the dawn.

Just then, in less time than it takes to wink…..Kronos was suddenly flat on his back, in the exact same place he had romped with Aurora only a short while before, and here was Aurora Goldenmist, looking quite beauteous and snuggling against him.

“That was…amazing, Kronos,” said Aurora, “I can’t recall anyone ever giving me so much pleasure.” She looked up at Kronos and smiled. Kronos felt a strong sense of déjà vu, then realized he could see again.

 

“I…I can see you!” Kronos exclaimed. “Oh, I can speak again….Aurora, oh blessed sprite…what..”

“Say you not another word, young satyr,” Aurora warned, rising off him with the beat of her wings. “It was the tears and cries of your dryads that saved you from your fate, and nothing else. I couldn’t bear to see such sadness simply because you haven’t the wit to know how to properly speak to a lover!”

“I…I…”

“Silence, Kronos….oh, what’s the use? I hope all satyrs are not as slow-witted as you…” and with those words, Kronos saw that there was something wrong in the air above Aurora. There was a shimmering slash above her, revealing an inky blackness where there should be blue sky. No sooner did Kronos’ sight perceive the tear in the sky than he saw Aurora fly quckly into the gash, disappearing in a twinkling. The sky convulsed around the tear, rapidly mending itself, leaving a befuddled Kronos to marvel at his healing. He heard the sounds of several distressed and confused dryads coming from the pond, and in a flash he was up and running towards them, his hoofs pounding the pathway while tears of joy obscured his vision.

The dryads heard him before they saw him, for although he was great in the art of making love, he was still a clumsy clod.

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This tale is a cooperative effort of billy broadband, kira, and runngergirl, using characters created by kira and runnergirl.