It is cool in the glade of the forest where Irish lies bathing. The heat of the midday
Mediterranean sun has receded, and the warm evening glow shines on the waters of the pond, and on
the sleek damp skin of Irish. She shivers at the breeze. Goosebumps on flesh. She feels safe here.
The small villa, her husband's by right, but which she has made her home, stands across the water.
Cocooned in the forest greenery, she can't imagine how life could be better, or how anything could
make it worse. Her husband will be back soon from collecting firewood. How do I know all this? I
have been watching. Its been many, many years since the villa has been fully occupied. It dates
back, as I do, to Roman times. Even prior to this, a Grecian house stood here, but that was burnt
in the wars. Not that you would know about them. My name is Satyricon. That is not the name I was
born with, but it is a name I have earnt. I am the last of the Satyrs. Half-man, half-beast, we
would roam the forest of old, serving our lord Dionysus. I recall the feasts of old, food, fun,
frolics: ferral, canine, ursine, lupine, coupled, tripled together. The grandest orgies the world
ever saw. We were built, you see, for pleasure. And I have been alone so long now...I wonder
whether I truly remember the heights we reached....but I digress. I'm looking now at what will be,
for the satyric race, the saviour. Dionysus visited me in a dream, and told me to return to this
place, for there I would find....the mother. Yes people, the gods have decreed our return. Adam and
Eve, Pandora and Epimetheus, Satyricon and Irish. I watch her now, as I have watched these months
passed. She splashes water against her small, perfect breasts, and her nipples stiffen in response.
Her dark hair is damp so it appears black. Below her midriff, she has her legs crossed demurely,
hiding the pleasures within. She's caressing her breasts! Cupping them, massaging and tweaking her
nipples - I feel myself grow hard. Great Zeus it has been so long! I am half feline, panther-like.
Not a simple melding, top half human bottom half cat, my body consists of randomly placed features
of the two. Sharp teeth, human head, human hands, a panthers legs. And my manhood - a cathood would
be more accurate. It is hard now, nine inches long and dark, its needles a product of a perfect
evolution. Its head shines nearly as much as the black fur which covers my feline legs. My human
hand strokes my fur and wraps around my cock. On impulse I throw my head back, and let out a
half-human growl of pleasure, until... "Who's there!?" Damnation! She has heard. She's wary now,
and picks up her clothes, pulling them on over her damp body, glances around the glade. "I heard
you, now come out where I can see you!" The uncertainty in her voice belies the strength of her
words, "Please come out.... darling if that's you, this isn't funny...." Her eyes dart around,
looking for her husband through the leaves. How wrong she is. Suddenly, I become very aware of my
nakedness, of my erection. There's only one thing for it really.... I step out from my hiding
place, and her head whirls to catch my motion. "Who are you, what are you do-" She breaks off as
her eyes take in the rest of my body. They grow wide as her fear expands. She jerks into action
suddenly, trying to race around the pond to the villa. But I'm half-cat: she can't outrun me. And
so I'm holding her by the shoulders before she even realises it. For two seconds our eyes meet,
before she tries to break my grasp. She's too weak to escape though, and she knows it. I speak to
her in my deep throated voice. "Stay still girl. Stay still and quiet." She struggles one more
time, and then gives up. Her body shakes in my arms. Sobbing she asks, "W-w-what are
you...w-w-what....please let me go...please!" "Be quiet!" I growl, "Silence!" She tries to restrain
her sobs, barely succeeding. She looks so vunerable, so afraid. The smell of the salt in her tears
reaches my nostrils, and against my will, my sex begins to rise again. Bending my head to her face,
I lick the tears from her cheek. Calmer now, but still sobbing, she looks questioningly into my
eyes. Unable to resist, I gently kiss her forehead. "Who are you?" she softly asks. Passion breaks
my voice as I answer, "I am Satyricon." I renew my kissing with fervour, spurred on by the salt of
her tears. She struggles slightly, and asks with more force: "But what are you?" "I am a satyr." I
barely stop my caress to answer, and I can see she is begining to be affected. Her breathing is
becoming shallow as she says: "You..you can't be!" Three quick breaths, then, "What is it you want,
what do you want with me?" My kissing stops as I contemplate her words; she doesn't try to break
free.

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 My reply to her question is brutally direct, a glance down, and I tear open the shirt which
clings to her damp breasts. Fear lights her eyes, but only for an instant. It is quickly replaced
by something far more enticing. Irish looks up and down my body. She bites her bottom lip and lets
out a sigh: "You're not human. Are you?" "Far from it." We pause for a moment in time, and I become
intensely aware of the sound of nature around us. The breeze, birdsong, insects buzzing. In the
warmth of this sudden daydream, Irish stands on tiptoe, and softly kisses my lips: "Then take what
you want." she says. I need no further incentive, and roughly push her to the forest carpet. I
kneel in the grass, and grab at her denim shorts. Pulling, I take them and her panties in one
movement, revealing the prize underneath. I purr and pull her to me again. I start kissing her
neck, but quickly move to her breasts. I suck and tease her diamond hard nipples till they shine on
her petite chest. Meanwhile, Irish's hand has moved down between her legs and is fiercely massaging
her cunt. I nip her breasts with my feline teeth. "Oh God yes! Bite harder!" Foolish girl! Doesn't
she know what my teeth can do? Still, she did ask. I bite down until I'm nearly breaking the skin.
"Please! It hurts....don't stop...please..." As if I'd stop! Pressing my teeth, I break through the
skin, and Irish lets out a yelp. A rivlet of blood makes a lightning strike sign in gleaming red on
her white, white skin. My tongue laps it up greedily. I drink of her blood while my own fills my
already engorged penis. So much have I given up to my animal side, I barely hear when she says:
"Now! I need you inside me! Please!" Not giving me chance of reply, she grabs my cock and rams it
toward her own sopping cunt. I feel myself sucked in as her muscles clench around my nine inches.
Within seconds, we are thrusting in unison. My hands slip beneath her and begin to explore her
arsehole. Damp with sweat, her hole yields easily to my fingers. Irish moans and holds me tighter.
Then I recall a trick from the old days. Taking a hand from her body, I reach between my legs and
pull my tail up to her ass. Carefully, I slide it, thicker than my cock, and covered in fur, I
slide it into her hole. Irish gasps as it goes in, but doesn't interrupt her thrusting. As for
myself, I can feel my cum building up inside me, and I shudder as my movements quicken accordingly.
Pleasure surges through us as one, as we both move toward orgasm. Her nails dig into my back, and
my tongue moves in her mouth, her arse grips my tail, and her cunt grips my cock, her scent invades
my nostrils, my taste attacks her lips, fur rubs on skin, blood runs on ground, and growls fight
against moans, movement complements movement, and we move faster and faster, and deeper and deeper,
quicker, fiercer, the heart rates increased, bleeding breeding beating cumming... Cumming!!!!!!!!
With fire between us, we burn in pleasure, and two screams, one human one feline, echo through the
forest in a mindless cacophanus medley of ecstasy! ------- And the echoes of the screams die away,
replaced by breathing. ------- We have been lying here for some time, saying nothing, letting the
sky turn red with sunset. My seed is in her now, and soon a new line of Satyrs will be born. The
thought comforts me, as does Irish's hands needling my fur, massaging my -She sits up suddenly as
she hears the whistling, "My husband!" She tries to pull herself from me quickly, but yelps in pain
as the needles of my cock, still inside her, dig into her cunt walls. For the first time for an
hour, fear enters her eyes, "Let me go! You've had what you want!" And she's right, I have had what
I want. But I want more. And so does she. I see it in her eyes. She struggles again. I hold her and
make her look at my face. "You can go on one condition." She nods. "You cannot tell anyone about
me. No one....And..." "Yes?" "I must see you again." She laughs softly, like a hundred silver
bells. "Ofcourse you will see me again! I've never... I never thought something like you was
possible!" And of course, I smile back, and laugh under my breath. She, a modern human, has no idea
of what is possible. The things I will show her, the places we could go! Softly I release her and
she slides off me. I stand up with her, and kiss her. Wordlessly, I place my forefinger on her lips
- silence. We look into each others eyes for 10, 20 seconds. And then, with the speed of a cat....
I'm gone. 

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