“Sure, I’m game,” you say offhand.
“I’m always up for a game, too,” Tera replies with a wink.
“Splendid!” the band leader bellows out, pulling you and Tera to your feet as the entire ring of creatures cheer you on. “Now then, mastering our dance is rather simple, though it requires a great faith.”
You exchange looks with Tera, who presses casually close to you. For a moment, embarrassment at your erection concerns you, but the feeling quickly passes as both she and several satyrs grin at you.
“Do not concern yourselves with keeping up. You make your own steps, your own flow of movement and emotion. Don’t think. Simple do, simply be.”
The pair of you shrug as the band resumes their melody. “Come, brothers and sisters, help them learn!” The forest is quickly alive with cheers and shouts of encouragement as Tera begins feeling the motions and rhythms. She moves with increasing grace, and you realize every motion is designed to arouse and show off her luscious body.
She beckons you into the movements with a sly smile and a come hither gesture, and you time your movements with hers, sinking into the rhythm as you stomp and stride along with her.
The sounds from the outside rapidly degenerate into moans, as males and females pair up in all combinations to dance and touch and caress. You and Tera draw closer still, the dancing quickly resembling enthusiastic foreplay. The first touches are dynamite, and every one after is greater still. A touch of hair leads to lips, to breasts, to nipples, to ass and cock and slit.
Tera pulls you against her, grinding her hips into yours as her hot breath sears your neck. Tongues dance as fervently as your embraced bodies, as all mores and cares are instantly discarded. You are hers, and she is yours. Her sweat, her sexual scent, the palpable heat from her body, it’s too much to take...
“Fuck me,” she groans, “fuck me now!”
You slide into her as she sinks down on your shaft, adding your combined exclamations to the moans of the rut around you both. The dance of before is forgotten amidst the new motions in the grass, the rising heat and euphoria barely felt through the kissing and contact and pumps of undistilled pleasure...