The Clearing

You try to be quiet when you climb down out of the tree but the three Kobolds are close enough that they hear what noise you are making with ease. As soon as your feet are on the ground you find yourself facing three sets of beady eyes.

The tallest of the three stands directly in front of you as the other two start to circle around you. As you look at them you can tell that the pheromones are already starting to have an effect, the two to either side begin to chatter and you feel a clawed hand grab at the meat of your ass.

That provokes a harsh bark from the big one, who seems now to be in charge, and the hand is withdrawn. This is not going how you had expected, the one you can see seems to be being affected by your scent. Indeed his bulbous member has already began to twitch and lengthen between his legs, and yet he seems to be studying you closely.

You had expected to be leapt upon as soon as they got a whiff of you, the Satyrs had rarely been patient or gentle. Any sister who mated with them learnt the hard way that they needed to be properly lubricated before entering the clearing. This is something different, it feels some how more human.

You are so wrapped up in your thoughts that you barely register the flicker of fast movement to your left.

A spike of sharp pain appears on the back of your head and then, darkness.