Returning to Sarvas Part 12 - Felori

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Felori grinned broadly at the invitation, standing up and taking a few steps to join Ahsch before they slid into the pool together. Dheqae had herded her squirming charge to one corner, leaving plenty of room for Ahsch and his third partner to lounge. The lack of any soaps, shampoos, or other cleansing reagents didn’t deter either of them, as Felori slipped up behind Ahsch, reached around, and gently began to rub him clean - both in a sensuous manner with a lot of extra groping and grinding of her generous (by satyr standards) tits against his back, but also fairly thoroughly, as she cupped water and had grabbed one of the cloths near the edge of the pool to help scrub.

Ahsch allowed himself to relax, though he did reach back to caress the auburn-haired satyr’s hip and squeeze her firm ass, drawing throaty giggles from her.

“I’m curious,” she asked while she worked, her eyes just barely clearing his shoulder to look across the pool at the other two satyrs present. “What made you choose them?”

“Part of the… blessings that I have as the Prophet of Enochiel is the ability to determine the relative ‘dominance’ of others. It works for both authority within an official hierarchy - for example, I can sense Ivrine’s dominance over the herd, and that Xitia is unofficially second with you third - on an individual basis, as well as in a sexual context. With Ivrine having a submissive leaning, Xitia being competitive - if I wasn’t able to overpower her, she would have overpowered me - and you lacking an interest in those sorts of dynamics, and none of you having any particular sexual dynamics, I thought it’d be… let’s say ‘fitting’ to include someone with a more thorough dominant preference, and the one they would dominate.”

Somehow, Stisea managed to flush a deeper, brighter shade of red as Ahsch explained, and Dheqae had a rather smug smirk on her lips as she leaned down to whisper something into the smaller satyr’s ear. Behind him, Felori hummed thoughtfully. “If you wanted the interaction with a more dominant satyr, it makes sense that you would include another for them to dominate - you very much do not give the impression that you submit willingly in that regard.”

Ahsch shrugged. “With someone I trusted a great deal, who really wanted to try it, I’d be willing to give it a go. But yes, as a rule, I won’t submit sexually.”

“But you _will _forego such dynamics entirely, at least for an encounter or two.”

The hrafthi nodded. “Just like those who worship the war goddess Krutune are not in a constant state of war and bloodletting, I am not necessarily always engaged in a power dynamic.” He huffed a small laugh. “At least, not actively. Admittedly, most of those I share my bed with night to night I _am _in a dynamic with.”

Felori hummed again, gently guiding him to turn and face her. “Well then, perhaps you can enjoy a rare treat of mating with an equal for once,” she purred, hands smoothing across his chest.

Ahsch held her by the hip with one arm, and gently took hold of her chin with the other hand. “That sounds lovely,” he agreed, leaning down to kiss her. She returned the kiss with a gentle intensity, their tongues slipping out for a slow, soft dance quite unlike the almost violent kissing he’d participated in the past hour. Rather than squeeze and pin and shove, their hands stroked each other’s bodies, gently groping and almost massaging each other.

They made out for several minutes, enjoying the sedate passion of their engagement, before Ahsch lifted the satyr by the hips and carried her over to the edge of the pool, where he laid her back on the floor while he stayed in the water, pushing her thighs apart. A brief inspection warned him that going down on her might result in some fur in his mouth, but the plump, full lips of Felori’s pussy, wet with something thicker and slicker than water, were worth it.

Leaning in, he ran his tongue through her folds, shifting her legs to go over his shoulders while he spread her lips with the fingers of one hand, the other stroking her flat belly and brushing across the border where her smooth skin transitioned to thick, soft fur.

He spent several minutes eating his third mate’s pussy, alternating between stretching his tongue out to lick one specific spot just barely within reach while he nudged her clit with his nose, and shifting up to suck and lave the sensitive bundle of nerves directly. He figured she was good and ready after she had her third orgasm courtesy of his lips and tongue, and gently pulled her back into the pool with him, leaning her over the rim on her belly and caressing her back as he lined up.

When he slid inside her fluttering, burning pussy, he let out a long, low groan, his hands gripping her hip and shoulder hard enough to leave handprints. “Fuck,” he moaned, “your pussy’s so soft.”

Felori just moaned back at him, some combination of appreciation, amusement, and requesting more. Ahsch was more than happy to comply, as he started up a slow, smooth rhythm, the satyr happily matching his pace, their languid thrusts making small waves in the pool.

“Do you see that?” Dheqae murmured, just loudly enough for Ahsch to clearly hear. “See how he’s being so slow and gentle?” Stisea let out a moan of confirmation. “That’s not for you,” Dheqae said, playful sadism flavoring her voice. “You’re going to get something closer to what Ivrine and Xitia had; a rough fuck, your slutty little body getting _used _for our pleasure.” Stisea’s whine was adorably lewd.

Felori hummed. “Is that true, lover?” she asked, leaning back against Ahsch’s chest while they fucked. “Are you going to _use _our dear little Stisea like a toy? Ravish her for your own pleasure while you breed her tight little pussy.”

Ahsch coughed. “I thought you weren’t kinky,” he teased. “Where’s that nasty fantasy coming from?”

She laughed softly. “I might not partake, but I talk with my herdmates plenty. Spend enough time around Xitia, and you learn all _sorts _of things.”

Ahsch laughed as well, picking up the pace as his thrusts got a little firmer, and he used his grip to pull his mate into his thrusts. “I can only imagine. But that begs the question: what do _you _fantasize about, Felori?”

The satyr leaned further, half-turned, and tangled a hand in Ahsch’s hair to pull his face closer so she could kiss him. “Shut up and breed me,” she said.

He leaned forward, both arms wrapping around her. “Gladly,” he growled into her ear, rutting into her for a dozen frantic thrusts before he slammed all the way in and stilled, his cock pulsing as he deposited load after load deep inside his third mate. Felori shivered in bliss as she felt his cum fill her up, and she ground her ass back against him, her pussy rippling as she milked every drop she could. The moment Ahsch withdrew with a satisfied sigh, she slipped back up out of the water and laid on her back, one hand lightly rubbing her belly as she smiled happily.

After taking a moment to recover, Ahsch half hopped out of the pool himself, just far enough to lightly kiss Felori, then slipped back in and turned to the final two satyrs. Dheqae grinned expectantly at him, and Stisea let out a quiet wail as she came - again - on the older satyr’s fingers. “I’ve kept her ready for you,” Dheqae called, her voice light and eager. Stisea just shivered.