Sating the Satyr (K!nktober #29)

1. Chapter 1

Fylis

“That wraps up our unit on the merging. Does anyone have any questions for me?”

The hum of the projector dying down is like the calm after a storm. Students file out, some still half-listening to their friends talk about plans for the weekend, while a few slowly gather their belongings. A gorgon a few rows back finishes off her notes, giving me a glimmer of hope.

I can’t help but shake my head at the yeti in the front row. That’s a three-hour lecture he’ll never get back. Or maybe he’ll never know he wasted it at all. It’s a lot easier to tune out when it doesn’t feel like it matters, I guess.

I glance back at the students who are packing up, and it’s easy to see who’s going to actually show up on Monday. They’re still thinking about the lecture, even if they’re mostly just looking at their notes in confusion. A small victory, maybe.

Turning back to my desk to pack up my own belongings, I hear someone clear their throat behind me.

“Excuse me, Professor Thistlehorn.” A delicate finger taps my shoulder before I can face them.

It’s the little elf girl who sits in the back.

Cute little thing with a button nose and pointed ears.

Always attentive and present. My cock stirs in my fur.

“Yes, Ada?” Leaning back against the dark walnut desk, I cross my legs over the other to conceal my growing erection. I’m clearly touch-starved.

“Will the test be on just this unit or the previous unit as well?”

Her pink, pouty lips have my mind spiraling. I could bend her over my desk right here and take... no, stop that. That’s your student, Fylis, and a massive breach of conduct.

“I’m sorry, what did you ask?”

She quietly repeats herself, her pretty face flushing.

“You can expect some of the previous unit in this test, yes. Thank you for asking.” I deliver my response like a line, long rehearsed, hoping she catches the quiet finality in it, that nothing will ever happen between us.

She tugs her lip between her teeth and then, with a nod, exits the room with the rest of the students.

I scrub my hands down my horns. I need to get laid and stop fantasizing at the slightest hint of a touch.

While I’ve managed to be celibate for a while without any issues, as the years have gone on, it’s getting harder and harder.

I pack up my bags and lug them down the hall to the professors’ lounge. A cup of chamomile tea should take the edge off. Depositing my belongings on a chair, I start to make my tea when Professor Burgess, an obnoxious troll, slaps a meaty hand on my shoulder, sending me to the floor.

“Damnit, Burgess! I told you not to do that.” He pulls me up like I weigh nothing, dusting me off.

“Sorry about that, Fylis. I forgot my own strength,” he laughs, the booming sound nearly shaking the room. “Tough day?”

I huff. He knows exactly what I’m going through. I spent years avoiding my hedonistic instincts. The need to fill any void with some form of debauchery. Which is highly frowned upon as a professor at an Ivy League college for humans and creatures.

“You haven’t made your way down to The Whip’s End, have you?” The troll teases as I finish making my tea. Months ago, he told me about this place. An establishment where one goes to be themselves, release tension, and engage in natural instincts... Definitely not my thing.

“I told you I don’t have time for that. Between classes and my research, there’s just simply no extra time.”

His face falls, a concerned look now staring back at me.

“Fylis. You know better. If you suppress your instincts, you’ll make yourself miserable, or worse.

” He slices a thumb across his neck in an execution style.

While it doesn’t mean death like he models, it would mean I snap at the wrong place and the wrong time.

I know that. But no one wants to be with someone who practically lives at the university.

People crave romance: dinners, getaways, grand adventures.

I just don’t have the time for any of it.

“Promise me you will at least look it up online. Do research.”

I don’t miss his joke. Rolling my eyes dramatically, I grumble back, “Fine, I’ll at least look it up.

” Burgess chuckles before dismissing himself elsewhere.

I pull out my papers and begin grading them, getting into a groove, and before I know it, the school is dark and empty.

Fuck. I did it again. Sighing, I pack my belongings up and begin my walk to my house, located conveniently on campus. Another possible dating deterrent.

I open the door, stepping into my home. It’s tidy and minimal.

Setting my bag on my desk, I walk into the bathroom to run a shower.

If I get in bed soon, I’ll at least get a few hours before I’m back in class, lecturing bored students.

I tug my shirt over my horns carefully, depositing it on the floor as I walk to the bathroom.

Scrubbing my hands over my face, I stare at my reflection.

I’m not ugly by any means. Quite handsome, actually, if I do say so myself.

Just too busy. It’s like a quiet voice that taunts me in my mind.

Warm water flows over my dark curls and thick fur as I step beneath the stream.

Dirt runs down the drain from my hooves.

Lathering up a loofa, I scrub down my body mindlessly.

It doesn’t take much before my cock springs free from my fur.

Growling in annoyance, I wrap my hand around the throbbing length.

Stupid satyr instincts. I pump slowly at first, building myself up.

It won’t take long. I’ve been aching since Ada’s finger touched my shoulder.

I let my mind fantasize to speed the process along.

My fellow colleagues, students, whatever it takes to get the job done.

My free hand slams into the stone wall in front of me to keep me upright.

So close. My cock twitches, and I groan.

It’s not entirely satisfying, but it will do.

It’s all I have time for. A few more pumps, then a measly amount of my seed splatters against the floor as it disappears down the drain.

My body stirs in response to my irritation. It hasn’t eased the tension at all. If anything, I feel even more restless and on edge. So much for getting any sleep tonight.