4 comments/ 48032 views/ 2 favorites Servicing the Satyr Ch. 01 By: LuciousBi-Writes4U Chapter 1~Jealisa Deep within the living wood, is where our story doth take place. This story that I now sit to tell, is one of three maidens fair and the duties that are all theirs to bear. But lest you think out Satyr mean, let me say he loves them all indeed. Out of virginity and into life he brings them all. With gratitude they will show their thanks in many ways as they tend to him each and every day and warm him each and every night. Jealisa, Dahlia, and Elina were the finest of all the Wood Nymphs and they were now in the direct service of their lord the Satyr. He reigned over everything in their little world of woods. He needed Nymphs with the greatest of powers to keep the woods and meadows alive. So he called for his beautiful Nymphs three and asked them to dance around his fire as he drank his flower wine. They played their reed flutes and danced for his pleasure. He enjoyed the contours of their bodies under the thin muslin dresses they wore. As he finished off his first bottle of wine and started on the second he began to plan how he would have them all tonight. For the Nymph's first night in his service would set the tone for every one thereafter. As he watched them all dancing he thought he'd like to pop his cock between the lips of the beautiful Jealisa (both sets no doubt) since her power was to keep enough water in the wood for the springs to overflow and every living thing to be without thirst, he thought without a doubt that she'd have the juiciest cunt he'd ever tasted and the wettest mouth he'd ever stroked. He thought he'd have the flower child next. Dahlia she was like an un-bloomed bud lifting her stalk to the warmth of the sun. And the Satyr couldn't wait to shove his rock hard root deep into the untouched bud of her tight little asshole. Yes, he wanted badly to force that bud into a full bloom with his cream as its nectar. Lastly the warmth of the redheaded sun child. He'd see to it that she did both the other Nymphs; after all everything needs the warmth of the sun doesn't it. And when that was through he'd be the next in line to run through all her hot horny holes and make her sweet sun shine. The thought came to him once again, that they all three now belonged to only him. There would be many nights and many different combinations he could choose. And he smiled the smile of a horny devil and he blew his Satyr's horn. At its sound his Virgin-Nymphs stopped their dancing and fell at his feet to worship him and all his needs. He grabbed Jealisa, the wettest one, under her chin and lifted her up to him. He told her that it was time for him to have some fun. He could feel her tremble beneath his powerful hand. But she had no choice for he ruled this land. And she must serve his every wish to the letter of the law. The other two thought they'd scurry away, keeping their sweet virginity safe for another day, but the Satyr, he was too smart for that, he made them sit and watch it all—watch him make Jealisa's waters flow. He told her to use her wings to fly, and when she did he grabbed her hips and drug her above his head. "Now you hover here above my face while I spread your thighs and let my tongue inside of you—to let you see what it is to feel the Satyr's love for thee." Jealisa did as she was told. She hovered there both brave and bold. Scared to death but knowing still she must let her Satyr have his fill. And a hungry boy the Satyr was. He spread her thighs and dug inside first his tongue and then his finger as she cried out in utmost joy. The Virgin—Nymph, who knew no more than the wood, now knew of her Satyr's love for her. As he tongued and dug in and out deep with in her she began to spout the Nymph of water, springs and brooks drown her Satyr in a gushing flood of her tasty virgin water— blood. As she did her wings did fail and she landed in a heaping pile on the forest floor before her loving Satyr's feet. "You rest now watery one, for back to you I'll surely come." He said as he tilted his head toward Dahlia's bed. Tune in for chapter two to see what doth become of the sweet lily of the valley. Dahlia the Nymph of flowers and fauna. Servicing the Satyr Ch. 02 ~Chapter 2~ Dahlia~ Nymph of Flowers and Fauna He tilted his head toward Dahlia's bed. "Come to me you lovely one—One un-blossomed by the sun. Lay across this fallen tree so I may come in and deflower thee." Dahlia bowed her head in acceptance and did just what her Satyr said. He was in the mood to waste no time so he called to the Water Nymph saying: "Jealisa I know I told you to rest but now that Dahlia is all undressed I need a little help from thee." "Anything thou commands that I can do with these two hands I'll gladly do for thee my Lord." Jealisa replied. "It's not your hands that I need, come here please and wet her anal bud for me. Lick it once and lick it twice with your water-powered mouth. Let your tongue slip deep into her tightly closed bud as if it were running between rock and rill. Fill her ass and make it spill so that I may deeply burry my wood in a hurry into her virgin anal cave. And Give her all I have to give. And leave her with the Satyr's warm and oozing gift bubbling as a brook from her damaged hole. Once I have conquered and filled her to her very soul." "Gladly my Satyr that I shall do for thee." Jealisa replied. Bending her head to the beautiful ass across the fallen tree—the ass of her virgin sister Nymph—Dahlia—the Nymph of Flora and Fauna—Jealisa began to lick. First touching the bud of Dahlia's tightest hole with only the tip of her tongue. Inexperienced and quite unsure of what she was doing—but as she touched, her tongue began to tingle and as she tasted the sweet hotness of Dahlia's anal bud she began to feel the tingling pass between her legs and felt the pleasure of complete soaking that could only be hers—Jealisa the Water Nymph. With the first taste Jealisa knew she wanted more. And she pushed her tongue in a little harder than before. She wiggled the tip of it up and down then pushed a little deeper and a little deeper still—until she was aware of the fact that she was actually tongue-fucking her sister Dahlia's ass. She didn't freak out, didn't want to stop. In fact she loved the warmth and the smell and the taste of her. Jealisa and her Satyr reveled in the squeals of the virgin they were proceeding to deflower. They listened to Dahlia as she squealed and squirmed pushing her ass up from the tree to meet her sister's face. Finally as the Satyr could stand to watch no more he told Jealisa to go to her sister and have her taste herself. While the two sisters shared a juicy kiss, the insatiable Satyr took up his place behind. He touched his head to the tip of Dahlia' s well-moistened anal bud. And with one great effort he created bloom where only bud had been. Not stopping there however, he removed his length entirely so that he could feel the pop of her tiny bud once more. This time sliding back up inside one tiny centimeter at a time. Feeling every flinch and grasp the hot flesh of her asshole made on his root. Feeling Dahlia moan from within. He dug around first aiming high the aiming low, aiming to the left then to the right, leaving not one inch of her anal cavity un-plundered. Then in and out and back again he rode her half the night as she kissed and screamed and moaned and held her sister tight. The sweet Dahlia she did wilt. Overcome by her Satyr's will to have her. He left his creamy gift deep in her backside and when it began to ooze and bubble he told the Water Nymph, Jealisa to lick and lap and suck up each and every drop. Jealisa filled her mouth with the salty mix of her Satyr and her virgin-Nymph sister's juices. Missing not a drop. But she found that there she did not want to stop. "Master, my Lord, may I lick some more? May I lap at the sweetest spot of the flower?" Jealisa begged her Satyr. "Yes, of course you've done all that I have asked of you. Make a buffet and I shall watch you feast. But though I have taken her virgin backside there is more deflowering to be done, be sure you leave that for me." The Satyr replied. Jealisa smiled the naughty smile of a woman, not the innocent grin of a girl. She bent to her sister Nymph, and began to lick her from ass to slit and back again. Barely letting her tongue inside. She let it wiggle in and out and up and down until she licked the sweet Dahlia clean. Stay tune for Chapter 3 to see what will be the Satyr's way of taking the fair redheaded sun-child, Elina. Servicing the Satyr Ch. 03 Chapter 3~ Elina performs for her Lord As we rejoin our Satyr deep within the lush and flowering wood, we recollect that he was reveling in the delight of the taking of his first two Nymphs. The Water Nymph Jealisa, and the Nymph of Flowers and Fauna, Dahlia. After giving the first two their real due, he thought he needed a bit of a rest. But their was still another in his service, one more that must be broken in and made to understand her duties to her new Lord. There would be no rest for her-for Elina. The redheaded Sun Child-He'd see to it that she did both the other Nymphs; after all everything needs the warmth of the sun doesn't it. And when that was ended he'd be the next in line to run through all her, hot, horny holes and make her sweet sun shine. "Come to me you bright orange Child of the Sun. My how your beauty does light this night." Said the Satyr to his third and final Nymph. "Yes my Lord and Master, how may I be of service to you?" Elina replied. "I want to see what you can do to warm the other two." He replied. "Of course, my Lord, how shall I do this for you?" "Start with your mouth and see where it leads. Let nature run its course. I think you'll surely see that it will be easier than it seems. To bring them both to their knees." The Satyr chuckled heartily. "As you wish my Satyr." Elina the Sun Child replied. She went to the nook at the front of the cavern surrounded by fragrant wisteria and gardenia blooms where her two sister Nymphs lay. In a bed of lush green ferns, tickled by the softness of their fronds. The two of them huddled together for warmth against the coolness of the night, gazing up at the beautiful show in the sky that Mother Nature had provided them with. And they lay there, in sisterhood over who and what they had now become. It was an honor to service their Lord-their Satyr. But it was also a shock to become his property for the first time, to be taken by a man for the first time ever in their lives. Approaching her sisters, Elina crawled between the two and they began to hold each other. They knew their Satyr's wishes, and knew that they must comply. They were receptive to Elina and with her becoming a woman and tried to make it all as easy on her as possible. Elina and Jealisa leaned together; Elina stroked Jealisa the Water Nymph's cheek as Jealisa ran her finger through Elina's beautiful Auburn hair. The two began to kiss. As the kiss became natural and steamy hot the last sister-Dahlia-The Flower Nymph-decided to join in. As she slid in behind Elina, the last virginal sister she nuzzled her face into the warmth of the Sun Child's neck. Kissing and lapping passionately at Elina's neck as she let her hand trace up her sister's hot thigh towards the warm spot of the full sun. As the Water Nymph and the Sun Child kissed, the Nymph of Fauna let her fingers find their way up the smooth and gentle trail and between the hottest lips she'd ever felt. Letting one finger slip inside as her thumb circled the hot and swollen center of the Sun. Elina let her fingers trail down the flesh between Jealisa's ample breasts unleashing the ribbons that held her taught nipples behind its thin veil. Watching as they bounced their way out and into her waiting fingertips. She pinched and pulled each of her sister Nymph's nipples, as their kisses seemed to deepen into pants with lips and tongues still entwined, Jealisa squealed from inside the center of the kiss as the rolling and caressing caused her creamy center to begin to run. At the sign of Jealisa's extreme pleasure and her own pleasure at the fingers of the Flower Nymph, Elina allowed her kisses to stray down the taught belly of the Water Nymph-Jealisa. Kissing over the barely visible yet glistening golden trail to the fluid treasure below. Elina with her heat of the Sun was always parched. And she couldn't believe the wonderfulness of the free flowing stream from the Water Nymph. The Sun Child-Elina nestled her nose and tongue deep inside and warmed the Water Nymph with the heat of the sun, causing Jealisa's juices to boil, overflowing like a waterfall down the chin of the Sun Child. With which Elina, the Sun Child smiled and presented herself to her Satyr, allowing him to taste her results and praise her for her first job well done. Servicing the Satyr Ch. 04 Chapter 4 ~ Jealisa, Dahlia and Elina~ Three Become One The Satyr watched on in approval, as he rested and regrouped before taking his last Nymph fully into his service. "Was The Water Nymph not the wettest thing you've ever put your mouth upon?" The Satyr asked Elina mockingly. "Oh, yes my Lord." Elina replied enthusiastically. "Now then, what about the blossom herself-Dahlia-The Keeper of all Flowers and Fauna? Does she not have strong fingers with which to please you?" "Indeed she does my Lord, shall we show you?" The Nymph of the Sun-Elina-asked meekly. "You should my servant-child, immediately." Her Lord and Satyr replied heartily. With her Satyr's will in highest regard she went to the Nymph of the Flowers and Fauna-Dahlia. And in a bed of purple posies they did come to rest one atop the other where strong virginal fingers and lips found warm wet slits to lick, kiss and prick. The strong tendril fingers of the Flower Nymph buried themselves in deep. Digging in over and over again first one long finger, then two, then three until the tendrils had completely overtaken the warm soul of the Sun-Elina. As abandon was lost and passion took on a life of its own the girls found themselves entwined in an exquisite sixty-nine. The heat from the tongue of the Sun licked at Dahlia's bud-causing the bloom of the Flower to open itself for more. When the mouth of the Flower found the heat of the Sun Child, warm-wet-and fiery hot against her tongue, its intensity and flavor so full and robust that Dahlia couldn't help but moan out with her lips pressed to the "lips" of the Sun. The Flower and the Sun grew in and out of each other, as do all beings that require each other's nutrients for complete sustenance and fulfillment. After nourishing each other to the fullest they turned their attention back upon their Satyr hoping that they had satisfied his wishes. They awaited his words of reward. And awaited his further instruction, after all their contentment was only secondary to his enjoyment of them and in them with one another. "Now don't exclude your own sister Nymph," their Satyr said. "Allow her in, allow the Water to wash over both of you-My sweet and fragrant Dahlia and you my Sun Child Elina - with your warm orange glow." The two Nymphs went to the edge of the water where Jealisa-The Child of the Rains and Waters was busy frolicking to and fro. The three Nymphs chased each other in, out and through the waterfall. Then into the shallow edge of the warmed river with its flowering plants and its large flat stones that had been smoothed by years of care by the elements and the Nymphs that controlled each of those elements for thousands of years before these the Satyr's newest servants had come to answer the call of his reed's piping. The Satyr laughed at the silliness with which the three did play. The lightheartedness of a Nymph, he thought, could be compared to nothing. How had he ever been without these fine follies that now thrilled him to no end he wondered. As he began to ponder it all, their frolicking took on a new measure of seriousness, a new measure of passion and desire one for the other. The Water Nymph now stood tall upon the river rocks. The Nymph of the Sun and the Nymph of the Flowers and Fauna sat beneath her. As the two knelt in a flush of kissing, swirling tongues they each ran a hand up the length of the long legs of the Water Nymph and let them come to rest on the round tight ass above them. Each cupping the softness of her cheek in their hands kneading it as if it were dough and giving it a bit of a smack-just enough to leave a little sting-causing the water to splash forth onto themselves. As they heard the moan and the hiss of caught breath above them the sister Nymphs kissed and giggled, allowing their hands to trail down and inside the thighs of their wetter sister. Each touched her in her wettest spot and watched in amazement as she began to flow-and when she did-so did the river crest-Elina and Dahlia were washed over by the cool running tides that rose up from the river in unison with the tides that were rising deep with in their sister-The Water Nymph-Jealisa. Servicing the Satyr Ch. 05 Chapter 5~ The Deflowering of the Sun Child—Elina As the Sun Child and the Flower Nymph took turns lapping away at, and dipping their fingers deep into the wonderful dessert they'd created together as sisters in unison for the first time, they were oblivious to the coolness the water had caused on the smooth river rocks they now used as a pleasure post. They were barely aware of their Satyr as the three enveloped into one but as they glanced and saw him stroking at his long and hard approval they became aware that he had been replenished and was ready to take them all again—one by one until the nights end—their Master and Lord—their insatiable Satyr the ruler of the sacred wood. "Orange one, oh how you glow, like embers of a fire left to die. Come here to me be by my side so that I may rekindle thy flame. For you Elina—my Sun Child, are the last for me your Lord to take. You with the power of the Sun do make every living thing to grow—and surly such an effect you can see you've caused in me." The Satyr announced as he revealed to her his hardened root. Rubbing his engorged trunk up tight to her luscious behind he began to suck and lick at the heat of her neck, reaching round to let his fingers dive deep into her lava hot core. He was not gentle in her taking, pushing in hard with first one finger, then a second and a third. Feeling her body shake against his as he popped the cherry of the Sun and caused all her juices to run. He retrieved his hand and gave his gooey hot fingers a lick and then bent her over the rocks at the mouth of his cavern. Allowing himself to taste of the sweet wine he had caused to flow from deep within her center. He lapped gently for a moment before sinking his teeth into her swollen clit and allowing his tongue to make its way up beneath its hood. As he touched the very most tender and succulent part of her very existence she squealed and shook in his tight and powerful grip. Standing now behind her and taking up his place he gave her not a second to catch her breath before he showed her what a true Ruler of the Wood felt like. The power and divisiveness with which he thrust his long raging root deep within her hot, sweet center allowed him to tear his way inside as his thorn crawled deeper into her than she ever thought possible. As she let out squeals and huffs of shallow breaths in a mixture of both pleasure and pain his hand's grip on her shoulder and thigh only tightened and his thrusting only became harder and faster with each and every thrust. To keep them both on the edge of reason, or perhaps to drive her over its cliff yet again—he began to pull his red-hot dripping member from her stalk completely and then invaded her again and again feeling that tightness and stretch and then that virginal pop over and over again as it rubbed his head raw with the heat and friction that only the Sun Child could cause. But he was still not through with her, as there were more holes to be run through finally resting on the bed of meadow heather below their feet, he pulled her down to him, guiding her to ride his root into her tight and burning asshole. The heat was unbelievable the burn of fire was all that he could feel as the juices from her lovely bush added pure fuel to the fire that now burned in and out of her tightest and most forbidden hollow of all. As she rocked her ass and slid his cock back to her burning entrance he grabbed her supple ass cheeks tightly—one in each hand and squeezed with all his might while lifting her completely off his cock and then pulling her asshole back down on top it as hard and as fast as he could. Leaving her no time to steel herself for the ride—leaving her no time to prepare for the push through her soft and inflamed tissue—her every nerve as hot and tingly as they could be. Finally he flipped her over towards him and pushed her head down his body's length telling her, "Devour me with thine mouth. Lick your love's blood from my root to tip and taste the pleasure it is to have you—to take all that you have to give until you can give no more." She did as he asked and sucked his hardness down her throat tasting the mixture of her virginal pussy's cream, the salty sweetness of her Satyr's preliminary enjoyments and the hot tartness of her own un-plundered asshole. She never knew that the body in all its natural glory could taste so good and so many different ways at one time...sweet—salty—and tart all rolled into one long hard trumpet full of her Satyr's nectar. Which he gladly helped her coax from its hot home and into the waiting steam that was the very mouth of the Sun. "I am pleased with you—and with your coming into my service. You performed your virginal duties well and we will enjoy many more encounters in which your talents will grow. Go now and rest as I have my fill of the other two. Then I will return to you and now you know what you must do to serve your Lord to the fullest. Be well my Servant Child and rest your weariness for your time shall come again by morning's light." "Yes my Satyr. I will listen for thy call—for we the Three Nymphs of the Wood—live to serve you, our Lord—each of us, one and all completely at thy whim and will." With that, Elina—no longer the Child of the Sun, but now its mistress, went into the Satyr's cavern and curled up in the skins of the bear to rest her tired body. She left their Satyr in the bed of meadow heather. He lay beneath the evergreens, deep within the wood. Taking in the beauty of the starry night sky above him planning who would come next, and how he would have her. Reveling in his new power as the Lord and Ruler of all the Wood—The Satyr.