A satyr.

Careful not to touch the massive bonfire directly, Jaq wandered around the dancing crowd before one of the dancers stopped dancing and looked directly at him. Gods seduced mortals all the time, as even the ugliest among them exuded a natural charisma, so all Jaq had to do was be around them before one of them to notice.

The dancer that had stopped was completely naked. He had a beard and a very goatish snout and pair of horns that curved like crescent moons. His legs were covered in curly black fur and a pair of dainty hooves instead of feet. In-between his legs stood his member, black as his fur and shamelessly erect, the pink head **** to be free of the foreskin.

Jaq saw the cock and his muscled chest and licked his lips a little before he walked up to him and connected his lips with his own. Their tongues attacked each other as his hand wandered to the fur on his toned ass. He could not really say he had ever fucked a satyr, but there was a first time for everything.

Much like nymphs, satyrs can best be described as a breed of nature spirit; divine beings very, very low on the cosmic hierarchy. Jaq once heard that they were the creation of a Primordial God of the Forests before the King of the Gods supplanted them as the supreme beings, but he never cared to check. Like their appearance would imply, were more animal than man. They drank, they partied, they fucked, they ate, slept and as soon as they woke up, they would do it all over again. All satyrs were male and could only procreate through the female of another species. All female babies conceived would be their mother's, while male babies would come out as satyrs. Human women, nymphs, trolls, gods. Jaq even once heard of a satyr who fucked a sheep that bore him a satyr son, but that did not bare thinking about.

"I know a place," said the satyr. His voice sounded warped, apparently not accustomed to speaking in human dialect and he must of thought that Jaq was a human.

The satyr took him by the hand and led him into the forest away from the light of the torches and the bonfire. Jaq heard the moaning of men and women as they all fucked with the husbands and wives, their fiances and their lovers. He saw the shoulder-blades of a blonde woman as she rode a man somewhere behind some bushes. He saw a human woman and a tree nymph - her dark skin tone and the various flowers woven in her hair a dead giveaway - looking at each other dead in the eyes as they moaned to one another, rubbing against each other on the grass.

The satyr eventually brought him to a massive boulder, a small shrine to a lesser forest god left by a tree next to it. The boulder itself was riddled with elaborate drawing in chalk and paint, all of them left as messages by the children of the village.

Jaq was quick to shed all of his clothing, allowing his erection to stand tall and free. The satyr continued their make-out section as he placed a palm on the head of Jaq's cock.

"Why must humans wear clothes? They only get in the way."

Jaq could only laugh.