A Hunting Answer


The morning sun woke up Saffi, the young satyr.  The golden light was doing its best to warm up the crisp fall morning outside.  Saffi had the funny tingle of arousal in his lap as he stirred.  Knowing today was the last morning he would ever see.  His heart was already racing with the realization that these are the last thoughts he’ll have.


His young erection was poking up at that realization too, even as he needed to get up for the bathroom.  He wondered if he’d just be erect all day, it wouldn’t be the first time for him, but it would be his last.


Saffi bounced on his hooves despite how little sleep he got, lighting the lantern for his room.  The light helped wake him from his dreams.  Thoughts of his darling lover planting an arrow through his chest had made falling asleep very hard as well as making him very hard.  But Saffi didn’t want to masturbate.  He would rather try to hold onto his wonderful feeling of arousal and lust to share with his darling lover.  This was the last time he would have the chance.


He took a long moment to have a relaxing piss to water a tree outside his little hut; the village slowly waking up to the sunrise.  His cheerfulness kept the creeping edge of the cold morning at bay.  It was a perfect day for song and dance with the blue sky spotted with clouds. And what better dance was there then the cat and mouse game of being hunted in the woods.


The harvest festival was the biggest holiday of the year.  And the most important part of this holiday is the hunt.  A predator and prey of the village will go out into the woods and recreate their shared primal past of hunter and hunted.  


It wouldn’t be much of a ceremony if it was just to casually kill someone.  This wouldn’t only be a slaughter in the town square too.  Anyone could slit open a goat’s throat for a sacrifice, but that wouldn’t be a hunt.


And the goal wasn't to only be caught as quickly as you could.  Nor was it to hide so well you are never found.  It was to revel in the thrill of the hunt.  There would be stories to tell.  Details to discuss and contemplate no matter how long or short the hunt ended up being.  Even if the prey evaded the hunter there would be a story to tell.  Not that Saffi had any worries about Lili not catching him.


For now though, he would have breakfast and some wonderful hot tea.  The satyr needed to be at his best if he was to make a good show for both the village and his lover.


Breakfast was simple; whole wheat pancakes with fresh strawberries.  Nothing too heavy, but something enjoyable and fun.  It was the last breakfast he would ever have.


The lush warmth of the tea helped fend off the coldness of the fall morning.  Winter will be here soon. A winter where he wouldn’t be here to see the snow falls.  Saffi hoped his pelt would be keeping his darling fox Lili warm then. The thought made his erection peek up as he smiled.  Even as a shiver of anxious anticipation tickled deep in his belly.


The sounds of the village waking up grew more boisterous.  Children are excited to see the shows and games.  An eagerness to hear the stories of the hunt that would be happening later that evening.  Festival days were always exciting when you were young.  And even more so when you were going to die soon.


The young boy was sure to be the center of attention.  It was a little embarrassing, knowing everyone was going to think about how he would look with an arrow sticking out of his chest.  And they are likely to see it later tonight.


He finally got started on his day.  He shouldn’t hide away even if he was feeling a little shy.  Hopefully he could see Lili before seeing her would mean his life was soon to be over.


Thankfully, there didn't seem to be any real difference in how the others greeted him.  Smiles and cheerful good mornings, even if he felt so funny.  He may be in some of their bellies after cooking all night.  


He found it almost ironic to end up helping make the grand fire pit he would roast upon.  Gathering stones and clearing out an even larger space for the celebrations.  A big pit being dug for a slow roasting of coals.  Saffi decided he didn’t need to see if he would fit in, he could let them do that later.


There would be plenty of little tables set up to host lots of snacks, drinks and treats of all kinds.  Already the smell of cooking was getting stronger as people started their breakfast early for the big day.


So many things to set up and even though he was to be one of the stars of the festival tonight it didn’t mean he couldn’t work himself sweaty.  It was nice to just get his mind off the anticipation of what was to come later (right through his heart) and just work on the here and now.


There were tents being setup for people to congregate and enjoy the many food dishes that will be set out (himself to be one of them). Others were setting out chairs and hammocks.  The many paths to the central square and bonfire started to really look festive now. The walkways and paths were bustling but kept open enough so all could enjoy the festival as they wished.


But keeping kids on track with work was always a troublesome time. Especially with that big orange bottlebrush tail of Lili being quite the distraction for Saffi. Every time she passed by he would end up following her to nervously chat about the weather.


And once enough kids get together games would spontaneously break out.  And soon Saffi’s clip clop of hooves ran along the gravel and dirt paths, trying to keep from being tagged while also avoiding the adults hard at work. 


This just added to the games kids love and adults hate.  Soon enough they were being asked to make their leave until lunch. No one wanted one of the children to accidentally get hurt before the big events.


The impromptu games ended as the other children were being pulled off by parents to do more useful things or be watched closer.  But this meant a fox-faun and satyr had their opening to sneak off to the woods for their own little break.  Eager to get into trouble without actually being in trouble.


Holding hands together the two made a quiet escape to the paths along the woods. Leading towards the hunting grounds and the deeper wilderness within.  But for the moment they didn’t want to go too far. They would have plenty of time to really explore those woods one last time together.


A pretty bend in the path to a small clearing under a large tree made a perfect hideaway for two young lovers.  A lush carpet of grass and flowers, and a large tree to shade them for their tryst.  The sunlight dappled on their skin as they settled in for their last date.


The two softly kissed, embracing tight together. Soft hands tracing the curves of each other’s hips.  Savoring the feel of plush fur and hide under fingertips as they pressed together.  Hearts beating together in unison as Saffi helped guide Lili down to the grass. “One last time to lay together, before you lay me in the dirt,” Saffi said. 


“That’s terrible!  But so true as well.  Are you nervous?” Lili replied with a soft kiss. Her legs spread as her loincloth was lifted out of the way by Saffi’s eager hands.  Showing off the thick curves of her canine petals for her lover as his slender erection quickly slid from his sheath.  The two filled with youthful lust and the burning heat of knowing this would be the last time together like this.


The press of Lili’s tongue against Saffi’s lips was matched by his erection nudging against the young fox-faun’s folds.  Sliding in as she deepened the kiss.  Delighted by the feel of the eager boy’s thrusts into her as she held him tight.  He would take her this morning, and it would be her job to take his life this evening.  Hardly a fair trade, but both of their hearts raced with excitement from that promise.


Saffi didn’t mind at all if this trade seemed unfair. He would gladly give his life any day if he got to share such a perfect moment with his darling Lili.  Her hands on his hips as her wet heat kissed at his sheath.  Again and again as hooves and paws shuffled with awkward inexperienced thrusts upon the grass.  Marking their fur and hide with green stains under them as they rutted under the shade tree.
  
Dappled sunlight danced along their skin and fur.  Saffi leaned over his lover and thrust in quicker, more desperate motions. Sweat glistened on their skin as they shared rough kisses.  Tongues pressed together as both breathed quickly in the exertion of their intimate moment.  Making awkward, funny noises in their desperate race to share their pleasure together.


A perfect moment of youthful lusts and desires.  But perfect things can only last so long.  Giggling grunts from Lili as she bit the satyr’s neck.  Holding him tightly in jaws, hands, and legs as her body quivered.  A blissful rush of heat making her body arch and her paws to flex at the sun.  Tail lashing with each shudder of orgasm under her lover.


The poor satyr can’t help himself.  He desperately tried to hold onto that wonderful feeling just a little longer. But the heat trembling around his slender length and the rough pinch of teeth on his throat is far too much for the young boy.  He cried out as he had the final orgasm he’ll have.  Spilling his love into his darling fox-faun, trying to fill her with life before his own is ended.


The two held each other tightly as they sagged together. Lost in the heat of afterglow and tickle of the cool fall breeze on their bare skin and fur.  Catching their breath as their hearts raced together with their love.  Two chests, rising and falling as they take in the moment.


They took in the strong scents of sex, sweat, and the grass beneath them.  A wonderfully lewd scent as the two closed their eyes and savored the sweet crisp breeze and listened to the rustle of branches.  Their world was just them, and their tender embrace in the late morning sun.  Only the occasional flick of an ear and twitch of a nose as they let the world around them roll on by.  The quiet sounds of their breathing and warmth of their bodies connected was all they needed.  “I could die right here and now if I would be buried by your beautiful hands, my lovely Lili,” Saffi finally said.


Saffi kissed his wonderful mate slowly as he pushed himself up.  His flaccid length had mostly returned to his sheath.  Giggling at the hints of cum on their furry laps as they embraced tightly, “but we better get back for lunch, I wouldn’t want to miss that today.”


WIth a wistful sigh Saffi kissed Lili’s cheek.  The two got back up to tie their loincloths back on.  Not that it’d hide the scent of their lovemaking and grass stains on their body.  But they had to at least act the part.  The scent of lunch was inviting them back to see the transformation of the clearing into a fairground.


Most of the tents and chairs had been set up now with food stalls and drink carts advertising their wares up and down along the paths. Villagers and peddlers cooked their food for the day while various entertainers practiced their songs, adding to the festive air.  The air filled with cheerful chatter to go with the sizzling sounds of cooking.


Giggles and whistles were given to the couple from others as the two obvious love birds got some lunch and a table to sit together.  They had their pick from the many food stalls, roasting, frying, and otherwise cooking up snacks and meals for the festival.  The two nestled shoulder to shoulder and listened to a lovely young harpy sing a sweetly cheerful song for tonight.  The young girl was crooning about the sweetest love expressed between the jaws of a predator and their meal to be.


Lunch itself was a festive affair, the two having their pick of food and drinks.  “On the house for our lovely predator and prey,” said the centaur running the stall.  Saffi got himself a big bowl for salad and fruit, and crisp roasted vegetables seasoned to perfection.


Lili of course, got a nice mix of grilled meat, with a small salad to even things out.  Fresh fruit to share with her lover as well, even as she teased Saffi about how delicious the grilled goat was this year.


The two shared tidbits of their respective meals with each other.  Saffi even tried a little bit of goat. He hoped he would be just as delicious as the luscious flavor of this perfectly roasted meat.


“Of course, we’re all salivating at the thought of eating you, are you nervous about me ending your life so you end up roasting over the coals?” Lili asked so straightforwardly, even as she softly kissed Saffi with a playful tickle on his belly, “I do see you got a little bit of marbling going on here, must have been fun to just go wild on food the last few months.”


Saffi blushed more. The thought had been on his mind, how could he not think about his fate all the time.  He looked over at the heavy roasting rack, awaiting his corpse when Lili brought him back after their ritual hunt together, “I’m so happy it’ll be you hunting me, to be food is all a good prey desires. For a loving friend to be that hunter is even more perfect.”


The fox-faun smiled to her friend “I couldn’t let any old hunter catch you. I have so much practice bonking you with practice arrows I should be the one to get the real one in you.”


Saffi blushed more at the offer, “Are you worried about putting an arrow into my pretty little chest?” he blushes, as the words make him think about the final day of his young life.


“Oh, I am, but we’ve had lots of practice.  You’ll be like any other cute deer. prancing along and won’t even know it until. . . whack!” she playfully taps his chest on the left side, “and then I’ll kiss you as I take your life and clean you out and take you back to the village to be cooked.”  Lili was quite confident as she gave a cheerful toothy grin to her lover.


“Oh, Lili, this is why I love you,” Saffi blushed furiously, trying to not swoon too hard.  He was going to be hers, forever and ever until she joined him in the thereafter.  That wouldn’t be bad at all.  A very fair trade.  


“We should probably get ready then, loverboy, since it’s not too long before you get to sproink about in the sun for me to hunt you down.” Lili gave her lover’s little horns a nibbling, “going to enjoy chewing on your bones.”  The two brought their plates back to be cleaned as they chatted.  They had to be on their best behavior, too many were watching them to do something as rude as leaving their plates out.


Safi felt all those butterflies in his tummy as he floated along with each step.  Thinking of that day not very long ago when he was skipping along the riverbank dreaming of his Lili.  And then caught her lovely arrow with his head along with his promise to be her prey in his heart.


And if he’s lucky, he will soon be cooking away; buried with some coals as they used to do long ago.  A whole boy to roast and eat, maybe some lilies will get planted on his little grave, not that there will be much left of him.  But he was sure to be a wonderful meal for tomorrow and a lovely memory for everyone to reminisce about.


The two walked together, it was going to be the last time they will get to be together before the hunt.  The next time he sees her it will be to have his young life mercifully ended by her hands.


The clearing itself for the main event wasn’t much to look at right now, but the huge roasting rack being setup made the poor satyr tent his loincloth.  He couldn’t help but imagine how he’ll fit in it.  It was always a good omen for prey to show off their arousal for the hunt, even if it was embarrassing in front of the elders.


“That’s the reaction we all like to see.  Shows a healthy boy is ready to become prey,” Lili's mom said as she patted Saffi’s head.  How embarrassing to have the older fox notice his arousal first.  At least Lili seemed just as embarrassed as he was.


“Be sure to drink plenty of water, and just take it easy.  I see you two have been having some play time, but we don’t want you too tired.  Lili needs some lovely stories to tell us of her cunning stalking of you, and you need to be at your best to give her a good hunt,” the older vixen said to Saffi.


Saffi blushed at being found out for his fling with his lover from his scent alone.  Or perhaps there was still a bit of their messy fun on their fur.  Either way her sharp senses noticed their carnal moments with casual ease.


He got himself a big glass of water and sat in a chair.  There was definitely a tension in the air now, like waiting for an important test to start. The satyr wondered who the test was for, him or Lili.  


Saffi took a few big breaths as Lili kissed his forehead.   “See you soon, my cute little prey to be,” she said with a smile that warmed the boy’s heart and soothed his nerves. 


And then it was just him in the tent alone with the village elders.  Just a formality to wait to be called to go out and play a very deadly game of hide and seek.  The sun was just starting to descend, a perfect late afternoon to frolic in the fall woods.


It was several long moments of silence before he was asked to go forth and frolic.  And they were sure he would be back soon enough with his lover, along with a pretty arrow in him and the story of how he caught it.  Even if it wouldn’t exactly be in his exact words.


Walking down the path to the woods for the last time was a painful feeling for Saffi.  It was a perfect day for a hunt, not too warm with some fluffy clouds in the sky.  The Birds were chirping as they fluttered amidst the yellow and red leaves in the trees.  Everything was where it should be along the path he had trod so many times, strange to think he wouldn’t be skipping through the fallen leaves come tomorrow.


At least his blood would be very picturesque amongst the crimson leaves, making Saffi giggle as he stepped through a pile of them.  Listening to their rustle and the clop of his hooves break the otherwise quiet day.  He had to stop himself from singing along to his steps, he didn’t need to make it any easier for Lili’s excellent hearing.


The chirp of birds and rustle of his steps became his soundtrack as the noise of the village faded.  Following along the river to make a quick pace, just like he had in their fateful practice hunt.  He was leaving that comfy civilized life to become an animal once more.  A life that was wary and often cut short by a skilled hunter’s attention.


He took a deep breath.  At least this was such a perfect day to have a last breath on.  The air was crisp, perfectly cool.  A hint of cool breeze with the sunset, tickling his skin as he walked along the river. thinking back to the day he decided to volunteer.


At least he knew he had some time before the hunt truly began.  So he walked along the river.  keeping from leaving any obvious tracks for a bit.  The water wasn’t too cold yet, a last tease of summer’s caress only a month ago.  Soon the waters would become too cold to safely swim in.  


He decided to turn from the river after a while, mindful of the footsteps he was leaving in the mud.  This time it wouldn’t be a practice arrow landing in him.  But he did have to stay within the confines of the forest, no cheating and just running off.  What story would there be to tell if he just ran away.


He took another big breath and tried to calm his heart.  Knowing that by this time death was stalking him.  Death with adorable soft paws and a sweet little mound between her perfect thighs.  A sweet, round, fat mound he would never get to kiss again.  But at least he can die knowing how perfectly she fit around his erection.  They did their best to plant new life before his would be ended.


He felt his erection lift his loincloth and he bit his lip.  He shouldn’t get too distracted with his lusts.  It wouldn’t be much of a story if it was “I snuck up on him masturbating furiously and took careful aim.  He never even noticed until the arrow was in his heart.”


Though that would be a very amusing way to go, and a popular story to tell  Perhaps not the way he’d want his legacy to live on.  But the thought made him bite his lip with small giggles.  Stifling himself from laughing further.


He slowed his pace down and began to listen more intently.  The rustle of the breeze brought the paranoia of being hunted to light.  It was one thing when it was just a game, but now, any moment, his life could be ended in the blur of an arrow.


It was wonderful no one had to live like this anymore. Predator and prey working hand in hand to improve each other.  But each year a gift must be offered up in rememberance of those dark days, lest those heartbreaking days be forgotten.


It made Saffi even more proud that he was the one to try and make Lili stay up as late as possible.  A smirk as he thought about the threat to go to bed on an empty stomach, and wondered if he’d feel bad if he succeeded in evading her all night.  It would be an amusing twist and such a shame at the same time.


He had no worries about Lili catching him.  She was destined to be the lead hunter at the rate she was going.  He could only hope to be the first of many glorious trophies for her career as a hunter.  One of many animals whose life will be ended so she could grow even stronger.


Saffi bit back a sigh of longing for the fox, whose quiet paws were stalking him at this very moment.  His ears flicked attentively, as he strained to listen for her.  His eyes were wide open, carefully peering through the twilight forest.


The sun’s red light teased him about his imminent fate, painting the leaves a brilliant crimson as it slowly set.  The sweet scent of trees and dirt on the breeze, was that a hint of his lover’s familiar scent?  He found peering back towards the sun tricky, and he realized that is exactly where the shot would come from.


And so the dance of hunter and prey twisted along.  Even if he knew it was likely to come from there. The sun still made it hard to see.  The sun setting over the village was a pretty look, but it did give the hunter such good cover.  Now the gambit was to see which way each twisted, in trying to spy the other first.  The minutes passed into hours as both predator and prey walked deep into the forest.


There was a faint crackle behind him.  And he realized if he knew the trick of attacking with the sun behind you, and his hunter knew he knew it.  The opposite move would be the best. And there she was, having snuck around to get ‘ahead’ of him so his attention was focused away from her.  


Yet again, another blunder, but at least this time he caught his huntress.  She looked very beautiful with her large bow drawn back. Her body flexed taut to pull the powerful string with all her might.  Her eyes focused entirely upon where the arrow would go. Staring intently into his heart.


Saffi would have swooned.  but the next moment there was the sharp twang of the string released.  He could watch every detail in perfect glory.  The bounce of her young breasts.  The way the bow rippled in her grasp like a snake.  The wobble of the arrow as it’s fletching guided it home.  The sharp tip eagerly waiting to strike his heart.


And she struck him just right too. A perfect shot, even compensating for his spinning around suddenly.  The arrow slid casually into him, dead center in the right side of his chest.  Picture perfect placement in his lung.  He would have applauded if he could, but instead the satyr felt like a puppet with his strings cut from the shock of it all.  The sharp taste of copper filling his mouth.


Flop! He sprawled over and collapsed on his back with a bleat of surprise.  Blood foamed into his mouth as he found himself staring at the sunset lit clouds.  Saffi wondered for a moment how he got there.  He felt a wonderful feeling of love. and perhaps heartbreak.  Here he was, a lovely quarry, caught by his hunter.  His dream to be consumed at his peak was fulfilled.


Lili padded up quickly.  Her breath raced.  “ah, I caught you… goodness, you’re such a mess now…”  she kissed her lover’s bloody lips.  “Don’t talk now.  just relax, it’s all over…”  She said so calmly, assuringly. It was wonderful to know she was going to send him to heaven.


The vixen couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of the boy’s erection at seeing her running over.  Even with an arrow through a lung, he knew what his priorities were.


“Oh, boys, you’re all the same…” she carefully straddled the dying satyr and kissed his nose.  The groan under her was very appreciative.  Even with the arrow jutting up between the two lovers awkwardly bumping Lili’s breast.


“Ah, my angel, come to *kff* take me away…” Saffi was straining for each breath now.  As wondrous darkness nibbled at his vision.  Little sparkles danced in his visions.  The children would say there were the faeries coming to take his soul away.  A coolness faded the pain and ache in his chest.  It was all over, and he did well.


“Ah, you’re as stiff as this arrow in you, you really are so happy to be my prey.” Lili said as she got out her sharp knife.  Helping to lift the boy’s head back more.  The tenseness of his erection under her jerked and thrusted instinctively, knowing what was coming.  She guided his eager boyhood into her petals one last time.


Any response Saffi may have given was cut off.  As that sharp blade kissed him from one side of his neck to the other.  Sharp blade drawn down through each artery to ensure he would bleed out quickly as she kissed him. Lips holding his head back to let his hot blood spill over her chest and belly as they embraced for their last time.


The boy emptied his seed in jerking spasms under her.  Eyes rolled back.  Already in heaven as far as he was concerned.  Saffi was just meat now.  Dying in the embrace of a predator, who would take his life to be warmed by his pelt and fattened by his meat.  The boy shook as heat, coolness, pain, and pleasure swirled in a final frantic dance with his love.


It didn’t take long for his vision to fade and sparks to intensify their dance across his vision. His oxygen and blood starved brain faded so quickly and effortlessly. Saffi could feel his young heart pounding heavier and quicker then he ever had before.  Each powerful beat poured blood over the two as it escaped his slit throat.  Wracked in orgasm as the young satyr felt his love hold him tightly and await his death in their embrace.
Holding hands all the way as the young satyr’s life came to its inevitable ending.  His fingers relaxed as Lili felt his heart beat flutter to useless trembling.  The blood pouring from his neck became as soft as the erection between her thighs.  It had been quite the ride while it lasted. 


Lili wrinkled her nose at the scents of her poor lover emptying his bladder.  Kissing his eyes closed as she rubbed her finger on his tongue.  A shiver as she felt how it was so limp, soft, and yet still warm despite his paleness.  He looked even more innocent if not for the big gaping cut from cheek to cheek across his throat.


She leaned over as she prepared her knife once more.  She took her time as she made a simple cut as she had practiced so many times. Opening Saffi’s belly as he emptied his final mess on the forest floor.  Some pellets to add to the piss he watered the grass with.


The smell was less than nice.  But that’s why she had to get those slimy guts out.  Lili made a face as she dug her knife in carefully around his anus.  So much for a romantic night out with her lover.  she wanted to avoid cutting inside that thick ring of muscle, just loosen up the end of his intestines for removal.


Then it was to get the other end ready.  She dug the knife up under his rib to loosen his diaphragm.  The sharp blade sliced through the tough membrane and muscles with casual ease.  It was still hard work as the blood red sunset fading through the forest.  Matching the color of her Lili’s hands as she turned Saffi from friend to carcass. 


She was glad she had practiced on deer hunts, this would have been a lot trickier without practice as the sun went down amidst the trees.  But she gripped his windpipe and pulled it taut to cut it apart with her knife.  Such a weird, slimy mess, but such was the source of meat.


A final jerk, and she could get those entrails and stomach out of the satyr’s soft belly.  Carefully rolling him over to make it easier, and keep any spilled mess from getting on his meat.  No spoiling this delicacy, there was a lot of work to finish preparing him to take home.


The gooey plop of the stinking mess of intestines and guts was laid less than reverently upon the forest floor.  It was time to get the boy’s heart out of his chest.  The rest of his offal would be left for the scavengers.  An offering to the forest to continue to bless the village with lush fields and plentiful game.


Lili laughs as she trims the heart out to give it a kiss. She could finally say she stole someone’s heart.  Literally.  A wonderful trophy to bring home as a regal hunter deserved.  After all, Saffi stole her heart, it was only fair she did the same in return.


Lili took a big breath to brace herself for the next part.  Consuming the heart of her catch.  She could feel how tough and thick the muscle was.  Only moments ago beating strongly to keep the satyr alive.  And now she dug her fangs into it and pulled the tough, bloody meat apart.  The strong taste was not to her liking. But she felt a lovely thrill in her loins as well, at ripping and tearing into flesh with carnal abandon.


After her snack of sorts came the hardest part.  Dragging Saffi’s heavy corpse back home.  Up he goes, over her shoulder, the young girl straining with the boy’s weight.  At least it wasn’t a long trek back home for the pair.


The trail was rather dark by the time Lili saw the glittering torches of the village.  It wasn’t long until some of the younger kids came running out, “you made it! Was it hard?  We’re all waiting for you!”


There was a growing cheer as Lili was guided the rest of the way by the eager kids.  It was hard work to carry Saffi’s corpse to lay out onto a table near the fire, and everyone made space for her and her prize.  There was plenty of food already out, as it would take quite a while to cook so much meat.  But this just made the anticipation for tomorrow’s celebratory breakfast all the sweeter.


Now it was the hardest part.  Skinning the dead satyr boy and preparing him for his roast.  It was her rite to perform to turn her once lover into meat fit for cooking.  As had been done before so many times in the past.


She took the time to catch her breath.  Looking over the poor glassy eyed boy in front of her. His belly gutted open and empty.  What a sweetheart he was to volunteer, she could only hope he could see how beautiful his body was all laid out on the table.


This time the knife she had was much more elegant and much more sharp. Lili worked carefully as she cut the skin around his wrists and fur around the satyr’s hooves.  The knife passed through the tough skin with casual ease.  Gracefully taking apart the young boy. 


It required a less elegant cleaver to take the boy’s head off.  Followed by his hands and feet.  Whack! Whack!  Whack!  Lili kissed Saffi on his dead and cold lips before his head was taken away to become a trophy.  Joining the other skulls of those who gave it all for the village.  A memorial forever for all to marvel upon.


She had a wolf and horse satyr help lift up the boy’s carcass to dangle by his legs.  Using gravity to get the leverage to better skin the satyr.  Slow, careful, but firm tugs with her hands peeled Saffi's hide from his body.  It was sweaty work as the night air grew chilly.  But it would be worth it for the lovely gloves his soft hide would make to keep her hands warm.


Once his hide was removed it will be taken to be tanned and cleaned.  It would take some time to make those gloves, but once it was preserved she would take her time with the sewing.  The boy is no longer a boy, just some meat to be cleaned and prepped for cooking overnight.


She hummed along while she was rinsing down his meat to ensure it was clean, before he gets plenty of salt.  Chopping up the many herbs and spices with her friends as she sang softly.  Lili always was delighted to cook for others, and now she had an entire village to cook for.


Thankfully she had help with others cutting onions, carrots, and celery.  He would be slow cooked with plenty of vegetables, so his lovely fat and flavor would meld with them as he stewed.  It took a lot of vegetables to season 100 pounds of meat.  The massive cast iron pot will make a very handsome coffin for Saffi.  Surely the final resting place the prey lusting boy dreamed of for years.


Once he was well seasoned with plenty of vegetables and oil, it was finally time to close the lid and bury the heavy pot in coals.  It took several of the largest villagers to lower him in and bury him.  The resemblance to lowering a funeral coffin amused Lili a little as she watched, tired but sated.


Before she got to rest, she had to recant her tale of bringing home meat for everyone in the village.  The slow, methodical tracing of the boy’s steps.  Keeping out of sight of a quite alert and vigilant boy.  Those big goat ears were quite receptive to each tiny sound.  But she knew all the tricks to pad silently amidst the foliage.


Then the daring risk to work herself past his position.  Needing to not lose him fully while staying out of sight and sound.  It’s surprising how far a walk feels when each step could lead to your prey bolting and starting over from scratch.


But the trick worked.  Sneaking herself closer and closer, careful to not let the sun in her eyes blind her from her own goal.  The boy turned away from her almost the entire time.  Awaiting the strike from the expected position.


“Then he twisted, realizing right where I was.  Our eyes met, and I could tell right then he knew he was dead.  I aimed to where he would spin to, and he all but fell onto my arrow with his own inertia.” Lili said, her voice shaking a little with the rush of retelling her story.  That twinge of sorrow that her sweet little Saffi was gone.  She did skip over the sweet lustful gasp the satyr made right before the arrow plunged home.  


And the activities that caused her to leak the young boy’s final orgasm onto thighs.  Hopefully it wasn’t too obvious.  She desperately wanted to shower, but many would remember the bloody girl, telling of the glory she found on that cool fall night.


Finally it was time for her shower, cleaning off all that gore, sweat, and cum off her hide and skin. Saffi had his own bath of sorts.   He would slowly cook all night, so in the morning there would be the grandest of feasts and celebrations.


It was wonderful to take a break and just rest.  Scrub off the work of the day, then take a nice long hot bath.  Lili was quite sore from all the hard work, but it was a nice feeling too.  The morning feasts were always the best part, and while it was sad Saffi wouldn’t be there to join her at the table, at least part of him would join her forever.  


She giggled, and tried to not feel too hungry already.  It was going to be an antsy sleepless night, with the lust of her arousal to warm her from the cold sky outside.  The rush of that eventful evening playing out again and again as she played with herself.


Certainly a festival she would never forget, and she could only hope it brought plenty of joy and prosperity for all.  It was a final request perfectly answered.