Satyr And The Nymph

By Kelly Addams

Sara has never felt different or special, but she has a hidden past that is awoken when her hubby takes her to view a country cottage he intends that they buy. Something in the nearby forest is calling to her, & for Sara, under the strange influence it is suddenly acceptable to cuckold her hubby with the property agent... but much bigger shocks are in store for the couple.

• Language: English
• Publisher: PMO Publishing
• Release date: May 12, 2018

Kelly Addams

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Prologue

He could scent her on the breeze, she knew he was there and couldn't resist him any more than he could resist her. You are ripe! he whispered as he snuffed the faint currents that drifted through the stand of mighty beech trees. I smell how ready you are for me!

His cock had grown as he drew the aroma into his nostrils, his anticipation was heightened, just as the prospect of a fat juicy steak would cause a glutton to salivate, so the promise of tight wet Nymph pussy had caused his erect member to ooze.

He had found her, alone and naked in a moonlit glade, his lip had raised as he stalked arrogantly to where she debased herself at his hooves, she had submitted so easily, but what other choice did she have... what choice did he have, for all he knew they were the last of their kinds, she may have been the final woodland Nymph, and he the very last proud Satyr. Of course they couldn't reproduce, that wasn't how it worked, they were different species yet inexorably bound together, both craving the other to the exclusion of their own kind... it was the way of nature, the old and ancient way.

He had taken her. So many times. Sometimes they rutted like animals, savage and feral, other times they fell into each other and loved, tenderly, passionately. But eventually the time had come, he had felt the lure of the pine slopes of the mountains, she had felt the pull of sunlit glades filled with bluebells and anemone, both creatures of the forest, yet so far apart. Sated he had trotted away, but in the back of his mind had lurked doubt... was she really the last, was he destined to live a life without the greatest of loves. He didn't know for sure, and as his sharp nostril filled with the resin scent of pine, he mourned an age lost forever.

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