The Whisperer's power

"Hmmhmmm. That feels so good," Fang breathed heavily.

To Taa's surprise she was sitting with him on the pillows and he was massaging her naked shoulders. She'd taken her bodice off but was facing away from him.

Two competing thoughts raced through the young satyr's mind. Firstly, he'd forgotten more than just a whisper here. Clearly he'd had a whole conversation with the half-orc that was simply missing from his mind. That was incredibly scary. Also, he'd probably seen exotic green woman peel her top off and forgotten that. A bad thought. He so wanted to see her large boobs, was so close and yet so far away.

Fang seemed to sense the change in Taa, "What's up? You're not thinking of changing the deal are you?"

Taa squeezed his eyes closed in frustration. He'd made a deal with the strange human-hybrid thing? Why wasn't he allowed to remember this? He chose his next words carefully. "Repeat the deal to me and see if any part of it sounds unfair to you."

The half-orc leaned back, pushing herself into his hands, enjoying the massage, "You'll let the exiles pass through this city. All we have to do is attend a party, in this temple, in our honour. We can go whenever we like as long as we're not rude."

Taa listened. The new problem was that Fang's little wiggle backwards to enjoy more of the massage had been enough to bring the skin of her back in contact with his cock. Looking down at his folded furry legs, the satyr could see his long dick was now lightly sandwiched between his stomach and her back.

Surely she could feel this?

The satyr moved his hands from the half-orc's shoulders, reached around and cupped her breasts. He'd never squeezed half-orc tits before but liked it. So firm!

"Hmmhmmm mm!" Fang made that sound again. He traced her nipples with his finger tips. "Mmm!"

The half-orc pulled herself forward, moving away and for a second Taa's heart sank. She was ending it? He was still exploring her body. Fortunately, the warrior rolled over to face the satyr and bit her lip thoughtfully.

Taa went from depression to elation. Finally! He could see her breasts. They were lovely! Smooth and green, like rolling hills, oh and her nipples were black!

Fang eyed his 8-inch cock sceptically, "I want to thank you, but..."

The satyr didn't see what the problem was. He was easy to thank! A quick fuck would do it. Just a few hours of sex. "But what?" He asked, trying not to sound defensive.

"You're so large..." Fang breathed her response, almost a whisper of her own, and leant forward to bring her mouth up close to his dick. She'd made her decision.

Green lips parted to reveal a white smile and then the darkness of a throat as Fang opened wide. She took the very tip of Taa's dick into her mouth.

Slowly, Fang lowered her head, swallowing a little more cock. Submissively, her big eyes looked up at the satyr to see how well she was doing. Whatever she saw in Taa's face was enough to persuade her to gobble a little more and then start to bob her head up and down.

It was a pretty good start, Taa thought. Fang's sucking was tight and controlled. He loved how it felt to have her lips trailing up and down his shaft. Shame she hasn't quite yet made it all the way down to his balls.

Please, please, Taa wished. Let me remember what happens next...