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Wine, Woman and Song

added by Mare Vir 20 years ago O

The satyrs and satyresses are a bit too intimidating, so you introduce yourself to the young woman first. Her name is Tera. She came with some friends on vaction, but lost them on the path. You admire her fresh face. Her hair is tied in a ponytail that sticks form the back of her baseball cap. Her body, while no match for the satyresses, is attractive and fit.

The wine is sweet and both of you drink down one glassful after the next. While it puts you at ease, nearly in a euphoric state, you don't seem to get drunk.

You turn to the satyr next to you, "What is this stuff?" you inquire.

"Satyr Wine, picked from Pan's own vineyards," he responds, "Drink up lad. There's plenty more where that came from."

Returning your attention to Tera, "Pan's own vineyards," you note with a wry smile.

"Sure tastes good," she comments, "But I'm getting hot!"

In that moment, you remember that only you and Tera are clothed. You suddenly feel quite conspicuious. "Me too," you note, "But I guess we're a bit overdressed."

"We are kind of, aren't we?" she acknowledges.

Your jaw drops as Tera strips without any inhibition whatsoever. Her body is quite lovely, you grow hard looking at it, eventhough you've been in the presence of sexy, naked satyresses for some time.

Now you feel really out of place and undress as well, hoping that no one (Tera in particular)notices the raging hard on you have at the moment.

"Let's dance!" Tera suggests. A group of satyrs is dancing in the glen. You walk over enjoying the feel of the soft grass beneath your toes, the warm breeze against your skin and the view of Tera's tight butt as she sashays infront of you.

Reaching the band you try to follow along in the dance steps, but it's complicated and both you and Tera have a hard time following along. You trip over your own feet and fall into Tera, bringing both of you to the ground.

The music stops abruptly.

The leader of the band drops his pipes and come to you, offering a hand to you both.

"Children, there is but one way to master our dance. We would love to teach you, but it is no small undertaking. What say you?"


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