Chapter 3
Three
Bree
I’m trying to stay professional, to be courteous and normal. That’s Mangelli’s voice in the room with me, all right. The satyr I think about whenever I play with myself on camera is here, and he’s about to put all his cum in me.
I played my cards and won. Plus, I get a down payment on my house, and a fun new thing to try for the cam.
But the one who’s going first isn’t Mangelli.
It’s one of his husbands, who I can’t see, and who has a slightly higher voice.
His finger is gentle on my clit as he samples me.
I wonder if all of them are gay or if this one’s bisexual, because he sure knows what he’s doing as he circles and rubs me.
I twitch and gasp as he works steadily, while the other two in the room remain perfectly silent.
You could hear a pin drop besides my gasping breaths.
Then the stranger’s other hand squeezes my ass. I hear him lick again, and a wet finger returns to my labia. He rubs with his forefinger and middle finger, just the outside of me, like he’s testing me out.
“You’re taking a long time,” says a gruffer voice in the room. That must be the third satyr, Mangelli’s other husband.
“Be patient,” says the one behind me. “I know what I’m doing.”
And he does, gently pushing one of his fingers inside me while he continues rubbing my clit.
The invasion is welcome, a perfect counterpoint to his attentions elsewhere.
He thrusts it in deeper, then withdraws before pressing it inside me again.
My gasps are escalating as he rubs and teases and flicks.
“Hmm, miss?” I hear him say, and his hand pauses. “May I ask you a question?”
I almost laugh at him calling me miss. “Yes?”
“Would you mind if I touched your ass, too?”
What? That wasn’t on the sheet. Instantly, my pussy clenches around his finger, and I feel a gust of breath across my exposed lower back.
Oh, do I love butt stuff. That’s why I always do it on cam, and why my viewers always ask for it—because I get really into it.
“S-sure.” That finger inside me starts moving again, and so does the one on my clit. “If you want.”
“I want,” he answers immediately.
“Is that necessary?” the gruff voice asks again.
Who is this guy? He’s kind of a Debbie Downer.
“For me it’s necessary,” the satyr with the higher voice answers. I like how horny he is, Mangelli’s husband. It makes me curious about him.
That’s when I feel it: his breath against my skin as he leans down and licks me, right there on my asshole. His tongue roughly brushes over it, and I lurch forward at the sensation. I didn’t quite know what he meant, but now I do.
At once, he attacks me in all three places, and I don’t even notice when my gasps became moans. The stranger shoves his tongue inside me, sweeping it around, all while he finger fucks me. I did not come prepared for this, but I’m very happy with the outcome.
“Fuck,” I hear him mutter. “So good.”
Then he licks even more fiercely, his fingers pumping in and out of my wet pussy, and it’s only moments before I’m shaking and my climax is bearing down on me like a tidal wave.
I moan and thrash as it hits me, and the satyr is still thrusting his fingers into me.
Finally, I come to a rest, and he slows down.
“I think she’s ready,” Mangelli says, and I clench again at just the sound of his voice.
There’s a slurping noise as the fingers pull free, and I hear the click of a hoof as the satyr behind me stands up straight. Then comes the snap of the bottle of lube, not that I need it, and a slicking sound as he covers himself with it.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks, leaning forward so his shadow covers me. His lubed-up cock lands on the crease of my ass and he slowly drags it downward. “One of us is going to put a fawn in you today.”
“I’m ready,” I say, my voice shaky. Then I feel it—that thick cock pushing through my outer folds. When it slips through, I inhale sharply because it’s a tad bigger than I expected, and it feels so damn good after how much he riled me up.
“Shit,” I hear him whisper. “You feel incredible.”
But he’s only barely inside me! I wriggle, wanting more, and in response, he pushes in deeper. I moan this time, stretched open like this, and I feel another hot gust of breath on my back.
“I don’t want to go off too soon, but I might not have a choice,” he says, I think speaking to one of the other satyrs.
“Do your best,” says Mangelli. “But don’t spare anything. You know where it all goes.”
I shudder all over.
The satyr inside me pulls back, almost leaving me, and my hips cant up as far as they can in answer.
Then he shoves himself in once more, invading farther, asking for me to make room for him.
I moan and bury my face in the headrest as he yanks his cock out, then plunges into me again.
His breaths come faster, and I’m writhing underneath him as that fat cock fills me ever fuller.
“Yes,” he mutters, gripping my hips as he fucks me. “Damn. I don’t think I can hold out for you, Sie—um, sweet thing.”
“Th-that’s okay,” I say as he pushes all the way in, as deep as I can take him. This time I let out a cry.
There it is. That’s how I’ve needed to get fucked for way, way too long. The satyr groans as he pumps his hips faster, sinking in as far as he can and then yanking back out, and I’m clutching the grips tightly in my hands.
“Ah, fuck, it’s so good,” the satyr moans helplessly, his hands now curling under the breeding bench. He’s going wild and I’m moaning under him, creeping closer and closer to my own orgasm, when suddenly—
He’s filling, swelling, letting out animal-like grunts as he thrusts in deep, and then he bucks, moaning as he erupts inside me. I feel it trickle down my thigh as he pushes in again, groaning like he just ran a mile.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, petting my back as he stands up straight again. “You just felt too damn good.”
“Don’t worry,” says Mangelli. “It’s my turn. I’ll make sure she comes.”
“Ha,” says the grouchy one. “You sure about that?”
I don’t know what that means, but I shiver all over as the satyr inside me withdraws and a cascade of his cum slips down my thigh. I’m still shaking from how close I got. Then a hand brushes over my butt and hooves clack on the floor as the satyrs switch places.
“Hey there,” Mangelli says, now directly behind me. I’m still so wired from sex, though, that I whimper purely on instinct, wishing I were full again.
I hear clothes swish, and then two hands spread the cheeks of my ass apart.
“Please,” I say, my hips canting back. I need it. Especially from him.
“Oh?” I feel Mangelli position himself right where I need him, the head of his slippery cock nudging apart my folds. Then, with an irritating slowness, he eases through.
Damn, he’s even bigger than his husband, and I’m already so turned on that he slides in deep on his first thrust.
“Fuck,” Mangelli mutters. “You’re right, Be—I mean, honey.” He grunts. “This is awesome.”
Why is awesome the most on-brand thing he could have said?
He groans as he pulls back, almost withdrawing completely before he buries himself in me again.
Each movement is deep and slow, thirsty yet restrained, as Mangelli huffs against my back.
He pushes in at one angle, listens for my moan, and then tries again at a different angle until I’m straining against the straps holding me down.
I knew he’d be good at this.
Then he brushes over that spot, the one that drives me wild, and I let out a cry.
“Is that it?” Mangelli asks, moving shallowly to find it again. He slides in partway and then drags the head of his cock along my upper wall, which sends a shockwave of pleasure up my spine.
“Yes, that’s it,” I whine, my back bowing as he speeds up, now pinpointing that place that threatens to make me explode.
“So tight.” He’s moving faster now, striking that spot over and over. “Damn, I just want to drown in this pussy.”
I almost can’t hear him over the wind in my ears as my orgasm draws closer, until I’m plummeting into nothingness and sobbing out my bliss in the tiny white room.
“Yes,” Mangelli growls, leaning over me and pumping even faster as I come apart. “There we go. I’m going to fill you up again. You’re going to be stuffed with us. Grow a little fawn for us, right?”
“I will!” I nearly sob it as he pumps even faster, and now I’m so tight and everything is whirling around me at top speed.
Mangelli comes, slamming himself into me once, twice, before he finally slows down to a rest, panting. My skin feels electrified as he rubs my rear end soothingly.
“Thank you,” he says, gently withdrawing. “That was fucking great.”
Then I hear scuffling as he pulls his pants back on, and more clicking as he steps away.
I swallow. Now it’s time for the last one. The wild card.
Jack
I am here for one thing and one thing only. To get this human woman pregnant.
I’m hard as a rock, though, after watching Bennett and Arthur both have their way with her. I was especially surprised by how Arthur—our lighthearted, very gay husband—let loose and forced a climax out of her. Impressed and turned on.
It’s interesting to see the rut take over.
Even Arthur’s desire to mate right now is strong, just like mine, and like Bennett’s, too.
This couldn’t be better timed. And, to my surprise, I enjoy seeing what my husbands became here: feral and free like our ancestors.
We have always been very open sexually as a species, often forming large herds with partners always changing.
Our own herd is small, which is how I prefer it. Three adults is enough for me.
Now it’s my turn with the human.
I approach from behind, and as much as I told myself I wouldn’t find her attractive, I am awed by her used pussy, dripping with my husbands’ cum. She has hair on her pubic mound, but the rest is bare, showing off the striking petals of her cunt. It retracts and opens again with her heavy breaths.
“Hi,” she says shyly as I approach her from behind.
“Hello.”
I’m not sure what else she expects. I’m not here to beat around the bush like Bennett and Arthur.
First, I unbuckle my belt, then take off my jeans. I’m good and erect from what I just witnessed, so I don’t have to stroke myself for long to be ready.
When I approach the surrogate from behind, cock lubed up, I can’t help touching her rounded, freckled ass. It is pretty, all exposed for us with her red, springy hair hanging down her back. Then I remember what I need to do. I square up between her thighs, fist my cock, and guide it inside her.
Her pussy opens easily for me, warmed up by Bennett and Arthur, and I’m assaulted by the sensation of her tight channel. She’s so slick with cum that it spills out as I slide into her.
And oh, shit, do I go deep on my first thrust. Suddenly I’m fully inside her, surrounded by her, squeezed and milked by her.
I grunt, nearly losing my grip with my hooves. She’s so warm, so wet, her channel pulsing with each of her labored breaths. I feel like my soul has left my body as I reel my hips back again.
I have been inside a woman many times. Enough times to learn my lesson about having romantic relationships with them. But this is… different. Exquisite. Not at all what I expected.
“Ah!” the woman cries out as I push all the way in, filling her, drowning myself in her.
I pull back and she tightens beautifully, so I shove through, giving her everything, and she sags forward on the bench.
She’s like a glove made for me, and an animal part of my brain I’ve never felt before awakens.
Fuck her, it snarls. Fill her up with your fawn. Make her fat and heavy with you.
I groan as I obey, sinking in as far as I can, then canting my hips back and beginning again. Her hips buck and she cries out, “Fuck! Yes!” and I’m astonished in that moment that she’s enjoying it, too.
Very much, apparently.
My balls shiver, all of my nerves set on high alert by her rising voice.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I pull out of her, then rub the head of it all over her small clit. This should excite her.
Now I’m intent on making her come. Arthur did, and I’m not going to be bested by a satyr whose first time with a woman was today.
She whines and whimpers as I tease her clit, her hips snapping up desperately as she tries to bring me back inside her. I enjoy how eager she is, how lusty. Then I bury myself in her again, all the way to the hilt. She takes me so well, so deep, that I grab onto her hips and really fuck her.
Get it inside, the voice says. Get it in deep. Fill her up.
I think these thoughts and nothing else as I chase her cries, which are now escalating to screams. Faster and harder I pump my hips, the entire bench rattling while I hunt down what she has to give. I’m going to make her burst, to feel her whole body clench.
I poise myself over her so I can give her as much as possible, and she’s sobbing and screaming.
“Take my cock,” I growl, not even realizing I’ve said the words aloud until I hear them. “Suck me dry. I’m going to make sure you leave this room pregnant.”
Not that it works that way, but my mouth does not care.
I pound into her wildly, overtaken by some beast that has always lurked inside me. And then suddenly, she falls silent.
The woman clenches like a vise as she orgasms. Her whole body rocks as I continue thrusting like a mindless animal.
Suddenly, I’m shooting everything inside her, releasing all I have to give as pleasure so intense it’s almost painful roars through my nervous system.
I sense Arthur behind me, his hand reaching under my tail to cup my balls as I continue releasing.
“Get it in there deep,” my husband murmurs to me, and I push into her once more for good measure.
As the fog of sex clears, I realize exactly what’s just happened.
I lost control. I got caught up in her and went feral. But I swore off women a long time ago. This shouldn’t have happened.
Hastily I withdraw, and the surrogate sags forward against the table. I resist the temptation to lean down and kiss her soft ass, because I think I have been irrevocably changed by this.
Shit. This isn’t what should happen right now. I’m married to two incredible males, and that’s all I need in my life.
Hastily, I put on my pants, then smooth down my shirt.
“That’s it?” Bennett asks, grabbing his own jeans off the floor as he adjusts his glasses.
I nod. “That’s it.”
Bennett sighs as he buttons his pants.
“Thank you,” Mangelli says to the woman on the bench, squeezing her butt. “Thank you for doing this for us.”
“You’re welcome,” she says, then chuckles. “Maybe I’ll see you next time.”
I have a hard time believing this won’t take, but you never know.
Still, the idea of coming back here? I have to admit I wouldn’t mind it.