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what up people.  this is my first humble
contribution to the noble sex-story genre.
one my goals in life is to write
sex-stories that are as good to read as
women are to love, so if you have any
advice drop me a line.  -T.R.

Death and the Satyr
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(mf, fantasy, oral, violence)
- Tommy Ranks
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1.
     It was the fifth day after the harvest festival and the whole
town smelled like pollen and wheat-chaff.  It was the day the lord's
tax men came to measure the grain-houses, and the town elders had
assigned me to stand watch at the house of the widow Marya.  This was
the time of the year when Marya moved to the house of elder Brokk,
and as much wheat as possible was moved into the rooms of her hut.
It was my job to make sure none of the lord's tax men came near the
hut.
     I'd managed to stay at my post even when my friends came to call
me to fight with them.  And even when my old woman Sabrina came
begging for attention I told her off.  The lord's men didn't even
know I was there; they'd never come around in the three years I'd had
this duty.  But still the town elders expected me to kill the tax men
if they found me out.  I guess I was at that level of confidence --
they knew I'd do the job, and they knew that 'cause I knew they'd
give me five gold to run away after I did it.  Sometimes I wished one
year the lord's men would come near the widow's house when it was
full of wheat.  I'd kill them and enjoy it -- the lord never did
anything for me -- then I'd take the gold and run to the merchant
ports of Horintho and find my fortune.  But the widow's house was
just out of town, and the lord's men never even came near.  I knew I
could kill them though.
     I was thinking this when I heard something in the bushes near
the back of the widow's house, where the forest started.  I wasn't
scared of course; I was used to walking around and coming across all
kinds of creatures with gods know how many teeth and furry legs.
Most of them you could just kick out of the way but you had to be
careful.  So that's what I was.  I grabbed my walking-stick and
called out "Who's there?"  I thought I heard a laugh... like a
woman's laugh.  But I'd never heard a woman laugh like this; this was
a good, deep laugh.  Probably some new kind of bird.
     I took my stick in both hands and walked like a fighter to the
bush.  "Stupid piece of shit bird," I said, pounding away at it.  It
was all because of the gods.  They spent so much time kicking shit
out of heaven and it all landed on top of us.
     Suddenly my stick got taken into the bush.  I didn't even see
how it happened.  All of a sudden it got taken from my hand and I was
left there, and I wasn't scared, I was just surprised.
     "Piece of shit," I said.  Bent over, picked up a rock and threw
it in.  I heard that laugh again, and I swore it was a bird.
     "Piece of shit thing," and I went over and gave the bush a kick.
I didn't hear anything, so I kicked it again-- and I lost my balance.
I sat up, and felt something grabbing my leg: suddenly I was dragged
into the bush, its leaves and branches scraping my face and I felt
something crawling over me: something soft but firm.  It was a woman,
and I didn't see her very well: the light came in poor to the bush
and her face was all covered with dirt and she said something but she
said it with a rough voice, not used to speaking, and it said: see
how you taste.  She brought her teeth down on my cheek and bit at it,
tearing my skin and licking the blood.  She was holding my hands at
my side by my head and I wasn't able to move them; she bit me again
in the forehead and I yelped out, and I noticed she was rubbing her
crotch against my chest like she was fucking it.  I yelled out and
suddenly she sat up, said: stop it, and she punched me in the face.
     "Fuck!"  I said.  "Fuck this!"  I was kicking my feet to get up
and scrabbling with my hands to drag myself out of the bush.  I
caught sight of her smiling at me then suddenly she jumped up off me
and was gone.
     "Fuck," I said, dragging my ass out of the bush.  I stumbled
back, looking around: nothing jumped out at me, no-one was watching
me.  "Damn," I said then I thought I should shut up.  I knew what had
happened, of course.  I'd been jumped by a satyr.  Fuck, if anyone
found out I'd be town fool for a year.  Everyone laughed at a man
who'd been jumped by a satyr... none of the women would do him and
all the men ganged up and beat on him.  It was a real pathetic kind
of guy who had to fuck a satyr- even fucking sheep was better.  Plus,
I heard that the gods came down from heaven just to fuck satyrs, and
their magic gave them all kinds of diseases and if you fucked one...
     "Oh hell..."  I stood up and wiped the blood with my hands.  I
had to get it off before someone saw.  But I had to watch the wheat.
Fuckit; if anyone found out what happened to me I'd be fucked for
sure.  I was just about to run down to the stream when I thought:
what if she's out there again.  I froze for a second, and listened.
I didn't hear anything, but I knew she was out there.  I looked
around, but didn't see anything, not even a glint that could be a
pair of eyes.  I grabbed a stone to protect myself, then stopped and
wondered if it'd do any good.  But I didn't have time to be scared.
I had to get the blood off, so I ran down to the stream anyway.

2.
     Dara was giggling and leaning back against the schoolhouse, the
mug of ale spilling onto the ground.  "That's a good one," she said.
"But I don't really believe you got those cuts fighting off a pack of
dogs sent by the lord.  Come on, tell me the truth."
     "That was the truth," I said, running my hand behind her waist,
pulling myself up to her to let her feel how hard I was getting.
"You don't believe I could do something like that?"
     "Well..." her bright red lips pursed halfway between a smile and
a kiss.  "I don't know..."
     "Dara... you know I don't go through town picking fights like
some guys do.  But when a job's got to be done, you know who people
choose.  It's all a matter of knowing who to choose.  And you know I
choose you, or I would be here with you."
     "Yes, Tom," she said, "and I choose you...  And you know I'd
choose you forever if you wanted me."
     "I might want to," I said.  "Do you think we'd be good
together?"  I ran a finger along her lips, running my other hand
through her hair.
     "We might... do you trust me?"
     "You know I trust you.  That's why I can be alone with you and
know you won't make up stories about me."
     "You know that, yes," she said.  "Then why won't you tell me how
you got those cuts?"
     "Dara, you know it's not from another woman.  You know you're
the only one I ever spend my time alone with.  Why do you ask for
more?"
     "Oh, Tom, if only I could earn your trust."  She sighed and lay
her head on my shoulder.  I held her hands and guided them to my
waist.  I said, "let's forget all that and just be together."  I
buried my face in her hair and moved my hand to the back of her head,
slowly guiding it down.  She ran her lips over my chest and began
playing her tongue over it and I looked up into the evening sky as I
gently pressed her head even further down.  After a moment she got
the idea, and soon she was mouthing the bulge in my pants and then
without a word she slipped my pants down and out sprung my dick.
"Oh," she said, and then it was in her mouth and she was bobbing up
and down on it.  I looked down on her mass of strawberry-blonde hair
and the dark long dress she was wearing and lusted to stick my dick
in her cunt but knew I couldn't risk it... I didn't want to even risk
knocking her up.  I was smart, I wasn't going to be trapped by this
woman, I was going to adventure and travel the world.  I was going to
kill men and love hundreds of women, just like the one I got to suck
me off here.  "Do that," I said, "Do that."  My hands covered the
back of her head guiding her to suck me off running her head around
in circles and up and down in different patterns.  Then I took it out
to let her catch her breath.  She gasped, her eyes closed and still
on her knees, her face turned to me like I was a god.  I gently
rubbed my dick over her eyes, trailing her hair over it with my
hands, then I traced the edge of her nose and ran it over her cheeks,
all as her breathing slowed.
     "Run your tongue underneath it," I said.  She smiled and opened
her lips, her tiny pink tongue coming out to follow the underside of
my dick.  Up to the tip, she circled the head, then travelled down to
the base, licking zig-zags all the way to my balls.
     "Put those in your mouth," I said, and she did, all too
willingly.  She was good.  I wondered how many times she'd done this
and with who.  I wondered if she enjoyed sucking them off like she
seemed to enjoy doing me, and I wondered if she even enjoyed sucking
me or if she was faking it.  She probably was faking it.  She'd
probably deserve it if she caught some shit I got from the satyr.
     I looked out to the woods which weren't too far from the back of
the schoolhouse we were behind.  I wondered where the satyr was.  I
wondered if she was watching, and if she could understand what we
were saying.  She would probably be laughing to herself--
     I was thinking too much, my dick was starting to go soft, even
though the bitch was sucking my balls.  I pictured Dara on her back
with her dress spread up over her chest, her heels digging in the
dirt with lust as she said, "Fuck me, come fuck me in my hole...
shoot your seed in me..."  I closed my eyes and imagined her legs
clamping my back and pulling me into her as she screamed "Fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me..."
     I pulled her hair back and said, "Put the tip in your mouth."
She did, her lips pursing up in an o and she ran her hands along my
legs.  She probably wanted me to come quick so I'd be done and she
could get me to tell her how much I loved her.  Fuck that, I didn't
even know if I wanted to be seen with her after this.  She sucked me
off and I'd only been after her a week.  "Rub your tongue under the
tip," I said and she did right away.  I grabbed her hair in my hand,
tight, and her face squeezed up in pain but I didn't let her stop.
Her lips pursed tight around my dick and her tongue moved faster and
faster, and then I yanked her hair back and came right in her face,
the first shot in her eye, the second right above her mouth, then a
dribble down her blouse towards her breasts.  All she said was,
"Ahwa..." and I wasn't sure if that was from the pain in her hair or
the cream on her mouth.
     "Ah yes," I said and leaned back against the house, flinging her
hair back to her.  I had been holding my breath when I came and now I
breathed normally.  Then I saw her: the satyr in the woods, leaning
against a tree.  Her breasts were naked to me though splattered with
mud, and she had one hand down at her crotch, a finger leading into
her pussy.  She nodded and smiled like she knew exactly how I felt,
then with a turn she was gone.
     I looked back down and noticed that I had gotten hard just
seeing her.  Dara noticed too, and stood up, still clearing the come
of her face.  "Tom... you taste amazing," she said, clearly not
wanting to do me again.  She leaned into me though I kept her face
away from me.  "Now will you tell me dearie?  Now will you tell me
how you got your face cut?"
     Shit, the whore never stopped.  "Okay.  While I was watching the
widow's house I got in a quick fight with Ethin.  He hit me some
lucky ones."
     "Ethin the baker's boy?  Can't be..."
     "He was lucky," I said, looking off into the woods.  The truth
is I knew he wouldn't say otherwise, and she seemed to believe me.  I
wasn't really interested in her though.  All I knew was I couldn't
see anything in the woods any more.

3.
     I woke up late that night feeling dirty and uncomfortable.
Across the long bedroom my parents were asleep, my sister on the
other side of them, and my grandparents in the far corner.  I sneaked
out -- something I was good at -- and stepped out into the late night
that was just starting to reach morning.  I probably wouldn't get
back to sleep; only had about an hour more anyway.  I slipped a coca
leaf out of my belt and started chewing it while I looked around the
town; no-one else was up.  I started thinking about the satyr again.
She was probably why I couldn't sleep, some kind of magic.  I started
walking down the dirt road that cut through our town, past the huts
and longhouses, and soon I was out by the north end, the fields to my
left and the huge mass of forest to my right.  She was somewhere in
there, or somewhere in the great mass of forest that was like an
ocean in which she swan.  I stopped a moment and wished I had my
stick to lean against.  I was thinking foolish again.  Definitely
some kind of magic.  I was going to go into the forest, not even be
scared of her, get myself a new stick, and that way I'd be rid of
her.
     I took one of the many tiny trails leading into the woods that
soon died out, leaving me in the mass of wilderness.  I took out my
knife and started marking my way, looking for a good thick branch.
Just when I'd found a couple good saplings growing together, I heard
a crunch behind me.  I turned: it was her.  She was just a little
shorter than me, but looked strong; her hair was wild and tangled,
her breasts well-shaped, slightly sagging, not too big.  Her eyes
were fixed on mine, and when I tore my sight away from them I saw
that she had one hand on a tree I'd just marked, a little deep maybe.
     "What do you want?" I said, nervously, twitching the knife in my
hand.
     She started walking towards me, confidently, her bare feet
making a slight whisking sound on the leaves.  Her skin was tan and
rough in the light of the early morning sun.
     "You better stay back," I said, turning the knife into a
fighting position.  But all of a sudden I could feel her-- or smell
her, or sense her: she was like a strong musky presence of sex and
determination, and I was looking her in the eyes again, and I
couldn't stop.
     "You know I could kill you," I said in a thin voice, but she was
already in reach and I didn't think I could move.
     She said: yes, and she reached out a hand to grab my face.  She
squeezed my cheeks, opening my mouth, and I didn't stop her.  She was
looking in my mouth.
     She said: you'll do, and then with a kick she swept my feet out
from under me and she was on top of me, the knife twisted away to the
ground.  She crawled up on me, pinning my arms with her shins as she
lowered her pussy to my face.
     She said: lick, and started to move her pussy over me.  I was
surprised to find it was fairly clean, and the smell was thick and
rich.  Not knowing what to do, I moved my mouth quickly back and
forth over her lips, trying to stick my tongue in her.
     She said: no, no, no, and reached down to grab my mouth again.
She said: stick out your tongue.  I did.  She started moving her hips
in circles, making my tongue trace circles around her lips.  She let
my mouth go and started rubbing her right hand over her breasts while
her left hand held my forehead down.  Then she moved her hips so my
tongue just skimmed her pussy lips, from the bottom up, paused at the
top, then in circles again.  She did this several times, and I
started catching on.
     She was breathing heavily, her right hand pinching her nipple,
and she shifted her legs; I grabbed her shins and was about to throw
her off when I noticed something.  I was getting hard, and I was more
turned on than I'd ever been before.  I moved my hands up her shins,
which were covered by a light fuzz, and his made me even more
excited.
     Suddenly, she shifted her hips back, right onto the bulge in my
pants.  It was agony, an I almost came right then.  She smiled
wickedly.  She tore the shirt off my chest with sharp, tough fingers,
and moved her hips back up to my bare chest, feeling it like it was a
giant dick, and I felt the thick fur of her pussy and its moisture on
my chest.
     She leaned forward to kiss me on the lips, and she darted her
tongue over mine, searching my mouth for the taste of our mixed
juices.  She reached up and pinned my hands to the ground again; she
covered my right eye with her mouth, and all I could see was her
teeth and her hair, and it was like she was blanketing me and could
bite my eye and half my face off if she wanted.  Before I could make
a sound she pushed my pants down with her feet and lowered herself
down on my dick, rubbing her face over mine and sighing into my ear.
It was the most delicious feeling I'd ever had, and I didn't care who
she was, I moved my hips with her.  She fucked me hard, moving her
hips with muscles I'd never felt before, grunting in my ear, licking
it, then biting it and the side of my face.  The pain, her strength,
all of it made me want to come long and hard, and she could sense it:
the shifted her hands to my throat, and said: dont.  She strangled
me, hard; I moved my hands to her arms to move them off but all I did
was grab them, then rub my fingers over her forearms.  I felt dizzy
from her choking me and it seemed all my blood and all my energy was
down in my dick, and I didn't know how long I could hold up.  Just as
I thought I'd pass out she let my throat go and held her arms out to
either side, and she let out a long, slow sound: a cross between a
sigh and the laugh I'd heard earlier.  I moved my hand to my throat
and kept moving my hips; she had the most enormous, satisfied smile
on her face.  Then she looked down on me, like I was something
forgotten she'd just remembered.  She hopped off me, my dick still
huge and throbbing, and rubbed it up against her stomach, one hand
down between by balls.  She leant forward, her breasts trailing over
my chest, and whispered in my ear: come.  She moved her hand at the
base of my dick: I had no control.  I shot stream after stream of hot
come up between us, and I almost fainted as my whole body jerked
against her, my face pressed hard against hers, my arms grabbing her
shoulders.
     After I was done I was still moving, by reflex, like I was
trembling or coughing, something still trying to come up from inside
me.  The satyr was sitting on my stomach again, smiling down on me
wickedly.  Then she leapt up off me and like a deer jumped into the
woods again, leaving me alone with the trees and the morning sun.

4.
     Kettery was trying to talk and stop his nose from bleeding at
the same time: "It was fucked, Tom.  Last night, Sum and I were
drinking over in Riversgreen, these three idiots came over and tried
kicking us out.  You know what happened.  We ended up leaving there
barely knocked at all, and took one of their women with us.  Sum and
I were on her quick, then we left."  He looked at the blood on his
hand, and said, "Damn, Sum, why you hit me such a good one."
     "Should have seen it coming," said Sum and he went back to
drinking and looking out at the river, which was his usual way of
doing things.
     Kettery shook his head, and leaned back against the mill wall,
which was where we were sitting and talking.  "Fucker.  Tom, what's
your problem.  You been fucking tree stumps?  Tell you what, I'll
fight you next, that'll wake you up."  He drank from his gourd, a
long one.  It was evening, and we'd been fighting and drinking all
afternoon.
     Sum leaned forward, looked at me.  "Some good cuts on your face,
there.  Wasn't us.  When'd you get them?"
     Kettery smiled widely, "Ah.... I know what it is.  You in love
with some woman?  That's it.  You fight her man, he kicked your ass,
now you're pissed.  That it?"
     "Fuck the both of you, " I said,  "you don't know what the
problem is."
     "Ha... sounds pretty serious for sure," Kettery said.  "But hear
this, you tell us the problem, we go kick the ass of whoever it is,
the three of us, and no problem!  So what's the deal?"
     "No... nothing..."  I imagined the three of us scouring the
woods for the satyr, pounding our sticks all over.  No way she'd let
us catch her.  Or maybe she'd take us out, one at a time, jumping us
and killing us before we could come.  She took care of me, no
problem.  She could probably handle anyone.
    "Tom, you aren't going pussy on us now, are you?" Kettery said.
     "Fag, fuck you," I said getting to my feet.  "You're the pussy,
you know that?  You think that by fighting Sum, by fighting me, by
fighting every other guy in the place, you know you're the strongest
one there?  Let me tell you, when you go out there, you don't know
what the hell's going to come out at you."
     Sum was quiet, looking at me.  Kettery stood and said, "You got
some kind of problem with me..."
     "No, I got no problem with you.  I got a problem with all of us.
You think I couldn't kill you now?  You think any one of us couldn't
kill anyone else.  That easy, you just sneak up on them when they
sleep, you know, then cut their throats, run the hell out of there."
     Kettery was very quiet, quieter than I'd ever heard.  "You
saying you going to kill me?"
     Sum spoke before I could: "Tom, let me try to understand.
You're saying we don't fight serious enough.  You think if we fought
to kill we'd be better off?"
     "Shit... I don't know..."
     Sum went on, "But I do know.  If we fought to kill, all of us
would be dead fast.  The town wouldn't be around any more.  That's
why anyone who kills has got to leave.  You know that.  You know that
every year."
     "Yeah...", I started to say, but Kettery broke in.
     "You piece of shit," he said, and he was getting mad, all red in
the face, "You shit, you think just because you gotta watch out for
the tax men every year you're hot shit?  You shit, you think you can
call me a fag just because that pussy Ethin took your woman?  Yeah, I
heard all about that..."
     "What?"
     "That pussy Ethin, he got that Dara woman you were after.  Bet
you didn't even fuck her.  Yeah, now we know: you're the fag.  And
you think you're a badass killer?  You think I'm scared of you?"  He
pulled his knife and shoved me back with his other hand.
     "Damn, Kettery..." Sum said, but Kettery took a wide swing at me
with his knife, catching me light on the chest, and it was all I
could to take a step back and think that just that morning the satyr
had been sitting there.
     "Gonna fucking kill you," Kettery said and he swung down at me:
I put both my hands up and grabbed his wrist with my right hand, my
left hand catching the blade and I yelled and kneeded him up towards
the balls.  It didn't catch him, though.  He pounded my nose with his
left hand, I felt it crunching, and stumbled back.  "Fucking kill
you," he said and I kneed up again, this time catching him.  He
groaned and crunched up.
     I stood up over him, feeling wetness spread through my face.  I
looked over at Sum, who was still sitting there, stupidly staring at
us.  "Kettery," I said and looked down, just as I saw him jab his
blade in my leg.
     I screamed, and all I could think to do was fall down on him.
"Shit!"  I had my hands at his throat, it was all I could think to
do.  "Shit!"  I choked as hard as I could, and all of a sudden I
realized it was what the satyr had done to me just that morning, and
I stupidly wondered if Kettery had a boner.  "Fuck this," I said,
banging his head back against the ground, and then I felt a jab in my
side, and another, and I realized Kettery was stabbing me in the gut.
I was going to die.  I banged his head harder, again and again,
closing my eyes as I felt one more jab in my side, and all the pain
and anger and fear I felt went into my hands at his throat.
     Then I felt myself falling back and wondered if I was dying and
being pulled to hell, but it was just Sum pulling me off Kettery.
     "Dead," Sum said.  I looked down at Kettery.  Masses of blood
came from behind his head: I'd been pounding him on rock.  His eyes
bulged open, and all of a sudden I remembered when we were kids, and
we started fighting, and he was still small and he'd come running at
us swinging his fists like crazy, not even thinking, and we'd always
beat him and he'd keep coming at us until he got to be one of the
best fighters.
     I looked down: my whole lower body was covered with blood.
     "Lie back," Sum said, "I'll go get an elder."
     "I killed him," I said.
     "I know that.  And we're going to kill you, or throw you out of
town.  But we're going to let everyone watch.  Now lie back."
     I lay back on the ground, looking up at the sky growing darker,
though I didn't know if it was me or the night.  I looked around: Sum
was gone.  I didn't know how long he'd been gone, but suddenly I
wanted to be gone too.  I tried to stand up but couldn't.  I rolled
to my knees and tried crawling: I got to the river.  I threw myself
in.  It was cold, and that felt good.  I let myself float, my feet
just touching the bottom, and I felt the cold take my pain away as I
drifted down the river and I thought it would make me clean, though I
was coughing and blood came out my mouth.  I drifted to an edge of
the river, I didn't know which.  I rolled out.  Didn't see the mill,
didn't see the town, only trees.  I closed my eyes, and felt
everything move like spinning.  I opened my eyes.  She was there.  I
knew it.  She was running her hands over me.  She didn't look sad.
She said: killed.  But I didn't die yet.  I lifted my hand to her
hair and touched the end of it like it was the cloth of the gods.
Suddenly I saw how beautiful she was.  Her face was sharp and her
eyes clear, her face darkened but clean.  I knew if she hated someone
it was the right thing to feel.  "Dying," I said, and she nodded.  It
was the first time we'd talked: I wanted to laugh.  I wondered if I
should want to fuck her but I knew I couldn't, not ever again.  My
hand trailed down off her hair and she followed it down, her face
coming closer to mine.  She kissed me on the cheek and on the
forehead.  I closed my eyes.  I felt her hands cover my mouth and my
nose, and I choked with blood, I grabbed her, my body spasming--

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