Take him into your womanhood.

You decide to take the more natural route. You point the erect satyr cock to your pussy.

“That’s it, Luna. That’s the way nature intends,” the satyr encourages you.

The wide head catches your tender pinkness and you begin to drop your hips. You slide down slowly, letting the tip of his manhood part your folds and push against your hymen. You pause as you feel the invading organ press to your innocence, but an eager pull on your hips from the satyr forces you to sink down further until you feel a sharp pain. You gasp at the sky from the tearing of your maidenhead but a sudden kiss from the half-goat creature melts away what little discomfort you feel. You close your eyes and wrap your arms around your lover. His hands cup your smooth backside and start to guide your body up and down on top his shaft.

It doesn’t take long for you to find a groove and soon your hips work on their own, moving up and down, back and forth, all the while you moan into the satyr’s lips. His long cock spreads you up and down the entire length of your slick tunnel with each slow push. Your legs shake each time you feel his swollen cock head massage your inner flesh and press to your womb’s entrance.

You slowly roll your hips, wanting to savor this moment for as long as you can, to have every inch of him make you feel alive and wanted.

The two of you make love in the wilderness. The world around you is so wide open, but to you, the only thing that existed is you and him. Nothing else. No one else.

The faun lets your lips free, letting you moan for him to keeping fucking you, “Gods, don’t stop.”

His bearded face kisses at your naked body, leaving ticklish pecks on your jaw, your collarbone, then your chest. His lips envelope a nipple, already hard as can be, teasing it and sucking it. You shake against him as he makes your senses explode.

“You’re so beautiful, Luna,” he says, turning his attention to your other breast. You find your hips begin to speed up, grinding your sensitive clit against his furry groin.

“Let go, Luna,” he says. His words make your pleasure swell and swell, until it all pops in an explosion of ecstasy.

“Oh, gods!” you scream, your fingers digging into the faun’s hide. Your hips buck, rubbing your twitching pearl against him and making the pleasure unending.

When you finally feel reprieve from your climax, your hips start to move again, although largely thanks the satyr’s guiding hands. Not only was he guiding your hips, but he was lightly thrusting upward to meet your cunny with each stroke. You’re still so sensitive from your climax that you can’t help but writhe in his lap from the continued stimulation.

Looking at him, you see that he’s now focused on his own pleasure. He concentrates on the spot where your sexes meet, seeing himself dominate your once innocent womanhood with his girth.

“I want to come inside you,” he announces between labored groans. “A beautiful creature like you… there’s no greater pleasure for a man!’

“You can’t…what if you get me—” you gasp.

“If nature intends it…” he interrupts. “Then so… be it!” he pushes your hips down and throws his head back. “Gods. Take my love, Luna!”

You feel his cockhead grow, swelling out like a stallion’s would, locking you to him. Then moments later, it convulses deep inside you, sending faunish cum into your body. You can’t help but come again, this time harder. You yell into the creature’s shoulder, your arms clinging even tighter around him. Your inner muscles clench his pulsing rod, **** to squeeze out every drop of his life-bearing seed.

You find yourself kissing him again while you come down from your high, relishing the wonderful feeling of his twitching length filling your fertile depth.

Time goes by slowly as you sit on his lap, his length trapped inside you, your lips locked. You expect to feel him grow soft and fall out of your clenching hole any moment, but his cock stays as hard as ever.

You feel the satyr’s hands grip your ass tightly and forces the two of you to tumble to the ground without severing the connection of your lower halves. He looks into your green eyes and silently asks whether you’re willing to go again, to let this night last for as long as you can.