"Have you ever had this nymph before, Sir Satyr?” Baby Blue asked Malcolm. He shook his head no.
"Then she must be washed in our water first,” Pinky said to Baby Blue. "And him too.”
"I’ll take him,” Sunshine said. "You two take our Moona Loona.”
The nymphs nodded and shook hands like bankers closing a business deal.
Pinky and Baby Blue took Mona by her hands and drew her to the center of their little indoor grove. In the background, music played, now softer than before. The girls drew her white nightdress down and off her body. They were puzzled by her bra and panties, but soon enough they were long gone as well. It didn’t feel strange to be naked—Mona had felt far stranger to be the only one clothed.
On his throne Malcolm watched her intently. Mona would have imagined him done for the night after mounting three young nymphs in a row. But he’d become his character. He was a satyr through and through. His cock, which seemed larger than ever, jutted out, red and proud, from a thatch of thick dark hair. Sunshine knelt at his feet, a large white bowl on the floor and a clay pitcher of water in her hand. She poured the water slowly over Malcolm’s organ, using her free hand to wash it with the water.
He was being purified for Mona, and she for him.
Pinky and Baby Blue drew her into in a wide cream-colored basin on the floor. Though she wasn’t tired—she had danced and frolicked for what must have been two hours—she was a little overheated. She welcomed the cool clear water they poured over her from her neck to her knees. Pinky poured and Baby Blue splashed the water over her breasts and down her back, between her legs and behind her knees. Then she held out her hands and Pinky filled them with water that Mona drank greedily. She held out her hands again and Pinky filled them. This time, Mona splashed the cold water on her face.
Baby Blue intoned a prayer. "We dedicate this girl into the service of whoever it is or whatever it is we want to service on that particular day.”
"We’re very pious,” Pinky said.
"Pious, yes,” Malcolm said. "I shall put her on her knees in piety. Won’t I?”
"Will you?” Sunshine asked, still kneeling at his feet.
"I will,” he said. "Bring her to me.”
"She doesn’t want to come to you,” Baby Blue said.
"Yes, I do,” Mona said.
Pinky glared at her.
"Oh, right,” Mona said. "No, I don’t want to go to him. Anything but that.”
"That’s what I thought,” Baby Blue said. "But you have to. It’s our way.”
Pinky and Baby Blue escorted her to Malcolm’s throne, all five paces.
"Whew.” Pinky ran her hand across her forehead. "That was a journey. She put up a fight the entire way.”
"Sit and rest a while,” Malcolm said to Pinky and Baby Blue. "You’ve done well. I’ll take her from here.”
"He’ll probably take her from there as well,” Sunshine said, gesturing at Mona’s sex. Malcolm reached down and casually tugged Sunshine’s nipple. "I deserved that.”
"You did,” Baby Blue said, and Malcolm did the same to her. "I didn’t deserve that,” she said, "but I shall bear the injustice stoically.”
Malcolm tugged her nipple again and she yelped.
"Perhaps not very stoically,” Baby Blue said.
"Silence, nymphs,” Malcolm said. "I must see if Moan-a is worthy of being numbered among you.”
"How may I serve you, Sir Satyr?” Mona asked, swept up in the game once more. She could hardly keep the smile off her face.
"You may kneel at my feet and kiss the royal scepter.”
"What’s a scepter?” Pinky whispered into Sunshine’s ear.
"It’s a prick,” Sunshine said.
"It’s his prick, Moona,” Pinky said. "That’s what he wants you to kiss.”
"I figured as much,” Mona said. She knelt on the floor, her knees sinking into the soft pile of yellow, pink, and blue gauze left behind from the carnage Malcolm had done to the girls’ dresses. She took Malcolm’s scepter into her hands and rested her elbows on his furry thighs. It felt so real, it all did. The thick hair on his legs and the points of his ears, the warm animal scent of his body. The music didn’t sound like it came from a radio or a record. She swore she even saw fireflies flashing in and among the trees of the sacred grove they played in. And the three girls were all impossibly lovely—their youthful ageless faces, their tender breasts, their hairless bodies. They were watercolor nymphs in a watercolor world.
Had all the dancing and spinning and laughing made her dizzy? Was she dreaming?
Perhaps, but she didn’t care. She was far too happy in the dream to wake up now.
She pressed a long kiss onto the head of the satyr’s cock. Then she opened her mouth and slid the tip between her lips. She tasted his musky flesh, a dash of salt, and craved more of it. Mona ran her hands up his thighs and wrapped her arms around his hips as she sucked the shaft deep into her mouth. Vaguely she heard the nymphs giggling their sweet musical giggles as Mona devoured their satyr lord’s prick with her mouth, sucking it all the way to the back of her throat. She ought to have gagged on it, but didn’t. She was caught up in the moment, in the fantasy world he’d created for them. She felt she could do anything, even fly if she wanted to—though she would turn down the offer of wings to have her satyr inside her.
"A beautiful new draping for my lap,” Malcolm said, as he gathered her hair in his hands, lifted it, and arrayed it all around him so that it draped off his thighs. "Finer than silk, more shimmering than satin, and sucks me off better than any linen ever tried.”
Mona beamed with pride, his organ still in her mouth. Her satyr was surrounded by his nymphs. Baby Blue was behind him, placing the laurel crown atop his head again. He turned to Pinky on his right and kissed her lips before turning to the left to lick Sunshine’s breast. They all took turns kissing him and he took his turns sucking and licking their necks and breasts, poking his fingers into their wet little cunts, and groping their thighs and their bottoms without apology.
"You make me wish I had four pricks,” he said to his nymphs. "I’d take you all at once, my beauties.”
"Or we could find three more satyrs,” Sunshine said.
"I like my idea better,” Malcolm said.
Mona had to stop sucking him simply to laugh. She stroked his prick, catching her breath. After taking the three girls he should have been wilted as a rose in the desert, but under in her hands he was a rod of iron wrapped in warm flesh. She couldn’t stop touching him, wouldn’t stop even if the world had ended. His scent drew her in—his scent and his power.
He tickled under her chin like a master to his cat. She smiled and set to licking the tip again.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, not pushing her away but massaging her, caressing her. He lifted his hips off his throne to thrust deeper. Mona gripped his thighs hard, holding onto him as he pumped into her mouth, addicted now to the organ down her throat. She had to have it, had to taste it, had to suck it. She was sealed to it and it was lodged in her. The satyr Malcolm groaned in his animal lust, stamping his bare foot on the ground as if the pleasure was maddening. The sound it made was hard and hollow as a hoof on the floor.
His nymphs caressed him, their hands and lips dancing over his skin. Mona heard their whispers: "You can do it, Sir Satyr. You can take it.” And Malcolm saying, "No…no…it’s too much. She’ll kill me with that mouth of hers. She’ll suck it right off.”
"We’ll put it back if she does,” one of the girls said. "Who brought the glue?”
And they all laughed except for Mona, who couldn’t stop sucking Malcolm off if she wanted to—good thing, then, that she didn’t want to stop.
Mona gripped the base of the shaft with one hand and took his heavy testicles in her other. Malcolm growled like a wild beast and stamped his foot again. He writhed under her mouth, moving against his will. Oh, it was dirty, dirty bliss and Mona loved it as much as he did. Her pussy throbbed as if her heart was between her legs, beating and pounding and pumping. She felt Malcolm’s hands on her naked back. He clutched at her shoulder blades. She glanced up and saw his head fall back in ecstasy and knew he was there. She sucked as hard as she could, hard enough to make him believe she really would suck it right off. Malcolm roared like an animal again and his body went stiff as a board under her, his hips hovering in the air a few inches off his throne.