Julian continued to walk toward the small football oval, before a set of arms grabbed hold of him. These invasive fingers whipped him off the path and into a mass of trees and flowers below a steady slop. He immediately sat up, staring round at the individuals who had caught him.
Half of them seemed to consist of tall, hardy men coated in hair. Each of them had thick beards, or at least long goatees. Poking out of their tick curls were a pair of horns, high Julian couldn’t help but stare at. His eyes turned to their goat legs, which were muscle. with muscle. One snorted, rubbing himself and scratching his furry chest, which was chucked with tick pecs and a hard, defined six pack.
“He has so much potential. I would very much like to change him...” he said, shivering with lust.
There was a soft moan from the other group, which seemed to be mostly women. These women, despite being various shades of green or blue, were flawless creatures; soft features and delicate forms. Their hair was long, woven with flowers and bark. One, with thick lips said “Ooh, I want him. We need a male nymph in our group. They’re so much fun... please...”
Julian quickly recognised the creature before him. Satyrs and Nymphs. He stumbled back, briefly attempting to get back into his feet and run, before a short hand gripped hold. Another nymph leaned down onto him, while another satyr pressed up next to him. Jillian blushed, he couldn’t help with which these two, albeit inhuman, creatures pressing their powerful bodies against him.
“We’ll figure that out later, let’s get his clothes off...”