Satyr Play

"Sigrid! I'm going to cum! We should st-"

"DO IT! I'M CUMMING! STANLEY! CUM! FUCK!" she wailed as she leaned forward over his chest, her hair flowing over him, covering his face, filling his senses with its sweet scent.

His hips sped up on their own until the sound of their bodies brutally slapping together filled the room.

"FUCK! YES! OH FUCK YES! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Sigrid screamed as her orgasm took her just as Stanley's roared through him.

He felt his cum firing up into Sigrid, stream after stream. Suddenly, her enormous white wings unfolded from her back, splashing their shining brilliance across the room. Each and every feather shone with crystal sharpness as he watched wide eyed, his body continuing to surge and pulse with his own release. Sigrid's body began to glow with the pure white light and her long blond strands began to slowly rise. The look on her face was transcendent.

Stanley's orgasm finally ebbed and he rested back on the sofa looking up in awe at the beautiful Valkyrie. She seemed to be coming back to herself slowly, languidly, reveling in the pure pleasure of their joining. She shook her head from side to side slowly and her hair settled down on her shoulders and back. Only then did she look down at him and blush when she saw his worshipful expression.

"Oh my god Stanley! I haven't felt this good..." she blinked as she tried to recall a time when she'd felt so energized and vital. Even in the fury of righteous battle when she'd killed that demon she'd been aware of her aches and tension. Now? It felt like anything was possible!

"It was pretty amazing for me too," he said quietly, not quite able to believe he'd just made love to this... goddess.

She leaned over him once more, a wide grin on her lips. "That was just what I needed!"

Stanley didn't know how to respond to that. It was his pheromones that started all this. He suddenly felt very remorseful for forcing someone so gracious into this. He looked away, unable to face her with his guilt.

Her smile slipped away when she saw him looking so awkward. Then she realized she was still riding his softening cock. She felt guilty for using him like that.

"I'm sorry Stanley. I was a little too forceful-"

"NO! No- please... don't apologize for this. None of this was your fault. You've been nothing but a perfect host and I-" His voice cracked with his self-disgust.

"No-" she began but he interrupted once more.

"I've only made love twice now in my life and I'm just learning so I apologize for not knowing about my pheromones or how to control them. I'm mortified that I forced you into this!"

"HA!"

Sigrid's bark of laughter derailed Stanley's train of thought and he blinked at her.

"No one forces a Valkyrie into anything, especially sex! Your pheromones are strong but not stronger than my will." She sighed at his look of confusion. "I wasn't completely honest about my reasons for having sex with you Stanley. I truly wanted to. You've been dropping compliments about my femininity since we met and tonight you pulled out the stops. Then you almost bested me in arm wrestling. That was so hot! A woman can only take so much flirting before she wants to act on it." She looked away with a gentle smile on her lips. "Besides, I don't get very many opportunities for sex as there are very few Hidden Races I wouldn't break under my muscles and Humans are out of the question. You proved you were strong enough. I'm sorry for letting you think it was all your fault. I like you Stanley and I really, really enjoyed that!"

"Oh!" he said softly. "Why?"

"Why didn't I tell you?" she asked and he nodded. She smiled with a shrug. "I didn't mean to hurt you but it was easier to say it was just a physical need than to add more complexity to your life right now."

He looked at her. "The complexity of knowing I have someone out there that likes me enough to share a tremendous intimacy with me? I can deal with that kind of complexity. It actually makes my life feel less complex," he admitted.

She smiled at him and nodded again. "You're a pretty smart fellow, Stanley. I won't withhold these truths from you again."

He smiled. "Maybe you could put your wings away now. They're a little hard to look at, they're so bright!"

She glanced over her shoulder and her mouth dropped open. "Oh my god! I didn't even feel they were open. They feel so light! And powerful!" She stepped off the couch releasing Stanley at the same time and called for her armor and weapons in her mind.

Stanley had to cover his eyes as her white armor gleamed like the sun as did her shield and spear. Then the light in the room dimmed so quickly it felt like the room was plunged into blackness even though the one end table light was still on. He blinked and realized she'd just put it all away.

"Wow! That was intensely bright! Blinding!" he muttered.

"Was it?"

He stared at her incredulously. "You couldn't tell?"

She shook her head. "Not from inside. It just feels... good!" She frowned slightly as another thought came to her. "Another reason I let you think it was just a physical thing was the fact that while I really wanted to, we really shouldn't have done that."

"Why?"

"I'm head of Human Resources. You're the CIO. We work together. We can't act too familiar at work as it will get awkward for everyone," she said, her frown deepening as she came to terms with the scope of her mistake.

"Hey, it's ok. I get it but you don't have to worry about my behavior towards you changing at all," he assured her.

She looked at him curiously.

"When we first met, I thought you were some kind of divine angel saving me from demons and worse, the pain of losing my only family. I held you in the highest regard and could only admire you from a distance as I'm not worthy. Now? Now I know it's true."

Blue eyes looked back at him with tears pooling in her thick lashes. "Stanley-" she choked around the lump in her throat.

He smiled and held up his hand. "It's ok. I know how our relationship has to remain. I had a wonderful time tonight and I still hold you in the highest regard. You are a great person. I hope one day I will be as good."

Sigrid was shaken. No one had ever spoken to her like this before and more than anything she wanted to grab Stanley and hug him but she could see he was already pulling back. Giving her room to restore their relationship back to the friend level. She knew she had to respect that. To respect his wishes. She nodded and smiled shakily. "Alright then. Sleep well Stanley. See you in the morning."

"Good night, Sigrid," he replied.

She climbed the stairs and went back into her bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed she noticed her phone was flashing. She picked it up and saw it was a message from Camila asking her to call immediately. It was from a couple of hours ago. She'd missed it. She dialed.

"Sigrid! Where have you been?" Camila's voice blurted from the phone.

"I was speaking with Stanley. He is still having issues and he needed to talk."

"He may have larger issues as of tomorrow."

"What? Why? What happened?" Sigrid asked in alarm.

"Paloma needed a new special dress and the dressmaker wasn't pleased about making a house call but she did. Something went wrong during the creation of the new dress and the dressmaker told us she's going to report to the council of dressmakers that Paloma's diet was to blame."

Sigrid understood perfectly the code Camila was using and knew what it could mean for Stanley if the Fae Council got involved. Nobody messed with the Fae. They had a very bad reputation for playing dirty.

"Damn it! Can't he catch a break with anything?" she growled.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line then a chuckle. "I think someone is taking a liking to our new friend."

Sigrid bit her tongue and squirmed. "Of course, I like him. He's a good kid! Even you have to admit that!"

"Even me? What does that mean?" Camila's tone grew a little cool.

"When you take your CEO hat off," Sigrid replied evenly.

Camila knew this familiar argument and didn't really want to go there tonight. "Yes, well..."

"More importantly, did Paloma get her new dress?" Sigrid said to change the direction of the conversation.

Gratefully Camila sighed. "Yes. Better than before but... she's going to have to leave the company to go back to Spain. My niece Marisa will be coming to take over her responsibilities."

Sigrid gasped. She knew what this meant as every Hidden Race member with an extended lifespan did. Paloma was no more and Marisa was her new identity.

"I'll get the paperwork started in the morning. When can we expect our new employee to begin?" Sigrid asked quietly.

"In a few days," Camila replied.

"Is there anything we can do about the previous matter?" Sigrid asked.

"I wanted to ask you if this is something we should contact Walter about," Camila asked hesitantly.

"NO! Absolutely not!" Sigrid bristled. She hated Walter Zhao, VRL's legal representative. "We do that and we might as well say goodbye to our new friend. We need him too much right now to let that happen." She took a deep breath and heard Camila do the same on her end of the line so she felt the same way. "Let's see how we can deal with this on our own. If all else fails, I'll personally call on our new friend's family before Walter."

"Sigrid!" Camila gasped.

"Last resort."

"Right," Camila replied with a stern tone. A chill ran down her spine and she wondered where Sigrid's bravery came from. She wished she had a fraction of it.

"I'm going to try to get some sleep. I suggest you do as well," the Valkyrie suggested.

"Right. See you in the morning."

Sigrid hung up and laid back on the bed. Her body still felt wonderful! She set her alarm, shut off her light and closed her eyes.

So, Stanley thought of her as some kind of divine angel? She only hoped she could live up to his opinion.

Chapter 6

Stanley was feeling a lot more optimistic about his chances of getting the new network up and running in short order. Over the past week, he'd had the electricians in, the server room raised flooring was in, the diesel generator was installed on the roof, the server room racks were being installed right now by a crew of workers, and he had three of the key servers in his office having their software installed.

On the personal side, he'd moved into his new condo and as promised he had furniture. Hand me downs from VRL except for the new bed. There were sheets and towels and he had a housekeeper who let herself in every morning to prepare him breakfast and when he got home there was dinner for him on the table. So far, he'd only caught glimpses of her as she ducked out the door in the morning and at night but he always called out his thanks. She was a tiny thing. Japanese, he thought, with a thing for colored wigs. He swore he'd seen red, pink, green, blue, and violet hair. All of it long, straight, right down to her back. Whatever made her happy! His place didn't have much in it but it was spotless and he was well fed and his clothes were cleaned every day. That seemed a little excessive but he wasn't going to complain.

He missed Paloma. She never returned to work and Camila let him know she had to return to Spain. Her niece Marisa would be coming to take over the position as his executive assistant.

Speaking of Camila, she'd been on edge for the last week and had appeared quite distracted in their update meeting the day before. He was worried about her. Maybe she was worried about Paloma.

He checked on his software installs and saw they'd be busy for the next few hours. He left his office and walked out to let Siobhan know he was going to speak with Camila. He stopped by the server room and the last few racks were going in place. The cable guides arrived and he showed a few of the workers what he wanted done with those with the blue print he'd taped to the glass wall. They nodded in unison and he left them to it.

Camila's assistant Felix announced his arrival and gestured for him to go in. Stanley opened her door and closed it behind him. He walked across the room and took in Camila's exhaustion. His smile slipped away as he got closer. "Please don't take this the wrong way but you look terrible!"

She quirked the corner of her mouth up at his words and raised an eyebrow. "How am I to take that the right way?"

"I just mean you look exhausted! Are you not sleeping? Are you worried about Paloma? She's a smart woman, I'm sure she'll be fine!" Stanley gushed in concern.

Camila leaned back in her chair and sighed with a smile on her face. Stanley really was a sweet young man. She felt a familiar tug and forced it down.

"No, I'm not worried about Paloma. I haven't slept well but worse, I haven't fed since..." she struggled to recall then her eyes widened. "since that night when you were with Paloma at her condo."

He recalled that night very well. "Wait a minute, Succubi feed on sexual energy... oh."

She looked troubled but a little desperate too. "It's ok Stanley, I will try to go out to find a meal tonight."

He saw the doubt in her eyes and realized she was probably going to let this continue and that could be dangerous. While he was uneasy about making the offer, he knew there was something he could do to help. "With all due respect, I think you need to feed now. I- I can help with that." He looked at the windows. "Is there someplace we could go for some privacy."

Camila's eyes flared with hunger. She wanted to say no but the last week of waiting for the damn Fae Council to pounce had prevented her from leaving Marisa's side for any extended periods. She knew they would go to the condo to speak with her. Here Stanley was offering to feed her which, from her last experience, was more than filling. She made the decision. To protect Marisa, she'd do it. She reached to her intercom. "Felix, Stanley and I are not to be disturbed under any circumstances".

"Understood, Ms. Villamor."

She pressed a hidden button under the desk's surface. A click announced the door's deadbolt was set. Another button lowered the curtains and closed them. The privacy rune was active so they had their privacy.

"I'm sorry Stanley. I shouldn't but you're right. I've put off feeding for too long. I'm exhausted and at risk for making poor decisions. This might be one of them." She smiled tiredly.

Steeling himself he began undressing. He knew what she needed and he knew she'd seen him naked before but it was still very uncomfortable taking his clothes off in front of the beautiful woman. Her hungry smile didn't make the task any easier.

As if reading his mind, she explained. "Sorry for smiling but I usually have to hunt for my meals. Rarely do they seek me out and offer to feed me. It's... nice."

To take his mind off the process he kept her talking. "How do you hunt?"

She tilted her head as she watched him unbutton his shirt. "I go to clubs and look for an available man with the right scent."

"I don't imagine you'd have any trouble attracting a man," he said plainly.

She grinned. "You're right, I don't but thank you. The trouble is not every man is suitable for a meal. There has to be the right kind of energy in him. Succubi can scent this. If the man is sick he smells sour. If he's sterile, there's almost no scent. When it's right..." she inhaled deeply and smiled serenely. "It's like spring winds across a mountain meadow."

Stanley paused. "Flowers?"

She shook her head holding her smile. "No Stanley, life!"

"Ahh! Ok, I think I'd better switch to my true self." He stepped to the middle of the room, turned his back on Camila, and closed his eyes. He found the experience visually disturbing. He held the image in his mind and twisted the ring. He heard a gasp and opened his eyes and turned to see Camila staring at him in shock.

"Does that hurt?" she asked quietly.

"Not at all." He shrugged and looked uncomfortable. "Uh, I don't want to repeat what happened to Paloma so we can only do it once. How do you want to do this?" He sounded uncomfortable but his cock was waking up, excited by the prospect.

Camila stood and prowled around the desk. As she got closer she dropped her glamor in a cascade of sparkles. Ruby red lips smiled at him showing her pearly white teeth. Her skin shimmered like wet latex but he knew from touching Paloma, she would feel softer than anything he'd felt before.

Stanley cleared his throat as he looked into her gold eyes. "Why- why the sparkles?"

A distasteful expression passed quickly over her features. "A cruel trick of the Fae who provide for the Hidden Races who need glamor spells. The only Fae glamor spells that don't do that belong to the Fae." She smiled once more. "Let's not talk about that. I have to decide how I want to feed from you! I could take this lovely cock in my mouth and take your load down my throat."

Stanley's cock was throbbing in her grip and he was beginning to pant.

"Or you could take me from behind over my desk. That's a faster way to take the energy," she purred.

"Yes! Let's do that one!" Stanley gasped as he felt his cock reach full erection.

"Mmmm, I like how you think, Stanley. Let me just get you lubed up." Camila sighed as she stepped back and bent at the waist to run her tongue over the thick head of his cock. He moaned and his hips struggled to thrust forward but she had a good grip on the base of his cock. She drooled over him and stroked him until he was good and wet.

Then she spun to rest her arms on the top of her desk and presented him with her ass and wet pussy.

Stanley dipped down and stroked her flushed skin with his tongue roughly. She was delicious and he let his tongue explore her depths as she gasped.

"OH! That's good-" she began then gasped as the head of his cock slapped against her swollen lips. "Fuck! Mmmm, yes! OH FUCK!" she cried out again as Stanley gripped her hips and drove his cock deep into her body.

He pulled out to the head and slammed himself deep once again as Camila gripped the desk's edge. She hadn't expected the strength of his thrusting and struggled to get control over the sex once more. She began to drive her hips back as he pushed forward but he just drove himself harder. Their bodies slammed together, his balls slapping her clit with each stroke. He was relentless and seemed tireless as she felt herself losing control.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! STANLEY! FUCK!" She cried out with each impact and felt herself getting closer. "Cum Stanley! Cum! Oh FUCK! I'M- I-M-"

He sped up and his thrusts were rocking her desk. "I'm there Camila! Cumming!" he growled out between his teeth. He slammed himself deep one last time and rocked her hips against him as he exploded deep within her pussy.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried as her orgasm tore through her. As her pleasure spiked she felt his wild magic splashing into her, her body gobbling up the energy to saturate her being. Her eyes flew wide and she fell silent as everything went white.

When she blinked open her eyes, she was looking up into Sigrid's and Stanley's relieved expressions.

"What happened?" she asked. She realized she was on her couch and her glamor was back in place, an emergency activation since she'd passed out. Stanley was in his Human form too and dressed.

"You passed out so I changed back and called Sigrid. You weren't out for long," he answered, relief in his voice.

"What the Hell! Haven't you been feeding?" Sigrid growled.

Camila stretched on the couch feeling so much better. She felt energized and ready to take on the world. "No, I haven't had time. I'm still waiting for the damn Fae Council to show up!" she barked back then caught Sigrid's warning glance.

"Fae Council? Who's that?" Stanley asked.

"It's nothing to be concerned about Stanley," Sigrid said bluntly.