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    The Satyr's Virgin Sacrifice
    The Satyr's Virgin Sacrifice
    The Satyr's Virgin Sacrifice
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    The Satyr's Virgin Sacrifice

    By E.N. Rhymes

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    Once a year, a virgin sacrifice is chosen for the God of the Wood. Oskaar has been saving himself for the monstrous satyr, and this year is his chance to finally prove himself. But will the satyr's lust prove too much for him to handle? Consensual first time m/m size difference monster erotica.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherE.N. Rhymes
    Release dateSep 13, 2020
    The Satyr's Virgin Sacrifice
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    E.N. Rhymes

    Long-time monster enthusiast and teratophile.

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      The Satyr's Virgin Sacrifice - E.N. Rhymes

      THE

      SATYR'S

      VIRGIN SACRIFICE

      an m/m erotica short

      by

      E.N. RHYMES

      The Satyr's Virgin Sacrifice

      By E.N. Rhymes

      Copyright 2020 E.N. Rhymes

      Smashwords Edition

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite ebook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the work of this author.

      All characters depicted are adults at least eighteen years of age or older.

      The whole town was gathered beneath the old oak tree, watching keenly as the High Priestess prepared to draw the name of the spring sacrifice. Oskaar was eligible again, and he waited with baited breath as the town’s anticipation buzzed around him. He had been eligible for the past three years, ever since his coming of age, and though he hadn’t saved himself specifically for that purpose, he was thrilled at the prospect of losing his virginity to the God of the Wood. There was no higher honour—and no greater pleasure, according to those who had been chosen in years past.

      The fertility rites occurred every spring, and the process was only open to those who had kept themselves perfectly virginal. The applicants could know no hand but their own, and imbibe no substances that would alter their thoughts or actions. It was said that some years, the God of the Wood would reject the town’s offering, and their crops and harvests would suffer—but Oskaar had never seen

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