Music in the woods

Abby made her way through the woods.

The moon was strangely bright and it was easy to find her path. She didn't think Aaron would be waiting long, if at all.

Yet, the woods, which seemed so familiar and welcoming during the day , seemed malevolent to Abby as she walked at night. Still, the moonlight was enough was to see the path, and that was enough. She brushed her unease aside, the journey wasn't long anyway.

She found herself picturing Aaron, his slender, athletic body, his light-brown eyes, his bare, hairless chest. Abby had an unexplained urge to taste him, to feel the muscles, the warmth of him. She slowed her pace a little, she had to keep her head straight. That's when she started hearing the music.

Faintly, at first, not too fast, slowly gaining strength and sway, the sound was like the piping of flutes or maybe the chirping of birds. Nevertheless, there was something erotic about it, something that created desire in her. She stopped walking. If she could see where this music was coming from.

She tried to follow the sound, sticking to the shadows of the trees. She left the path and stepped into the woods. As she made her way deeper, the sound grew nearer.

Soon, she saw it, a strange creature. Half-man, half-goat, it stood on hooves playing a set of panpipes. The creature had bright eyes, and he played a melody that she knew was beckoning her to her to come. Calling any who heard to it.

She got to her hands and knees, crawling closer, trying to be silent, using her hands to move aside the small leaves and twigs that might betray her presence.

The song was louder, and with it, her lust. It felt invasive and perverse, like hearing lovers in the next room, but there was an invitation in it too. A promise of those pleasures to whoever answered. She peered from behind the bushes, staying hidden.

The creature continued to play and dance. Now that she was closer she could see more than the goat legs. The creature's penis stood towering and erect, it looked almost as long and thick as her forearm. Abby's thoughts were awash in lust and debauchery. She pictured herself using the goat's gigantic member to pleasure herself, giving it pleasure. She wanted to put it in her mouth, her pussy.

Abby reached between her legs. Even through the cloth, contact felt good.

She closed her eyes, once more picturing Aaron. What would he taste like? Would he want to taste her? She hoped his cock was more reasonable than the creature's - and she was suddenly picturing herself with the creature again. Picturing the goat-man thrusting his impossibly thick cock into her eager mouth and plunging it deeply.

She had already reached her hand down into the moisture of her underwear, and her fingertips touched her clit. She swirled her own moisture around her finger. She found a rhythm, moving her hand up and around her clit. It felt so good.

She moaned a little. It startled her to her senses and she opened her eyes to see the goat-man staring at her.