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It's 1910, and young Amelia Cartwright is on a trip of a lifetime. Her archeologist father has taken her on a tour of Greece to finish her education while he finds antiquities for a museum. When prim Amelia discovers the licentious tales of the Greek god Dionysus and learns about the lustful satyrs who worship him, her unsullied mind is opened to a new world of sexual pleasures beyond her young imagination.
Her sexual awakening continues on her voyage to Delos, a mythologically sacred island where there is an ancient temple dedicated to Dionysus. Aroused by the sailors and by thoughts of satyrs, this virginal girl is in no mood to spend time around temple ruins. However, her frustration proves to be short-lived. When, in a moment of daring, she touches a phallic monument dedicated to Dionysus, that simple touch changes the course of her life, and her desires, forever.
The Satyr's Sacrifice is the fifth novella in the Mythical Nights series in which, thanks to the Greek god Dionysus, women travel across time and space to fulfill their desires of the flesh with the supernatural hard bodies of ancient mythology.
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The Satyr's Sacrifice
Did she like the idea of strangers seeing her pale,
long-limbed body? When she felt a warmth grow from her belly to the crease
between her legs, she knew the answer was yes. There was something
deliciously naughty about being outdoors in the nude.
When the voices and music became louder, she realized there
were more than one instrument being played, and the merry voices that sang
along belonged to both men and women. The more she heard, the more she longed
to join in the festivities. Soon, she could see the band of people coming up
the bottom of the hill, along the winding road toward Dionysus’ temple.
When she saw where they were going, Amelia felt an even
stronger compunction to join them. But, when she neared the temple steps, she
gasped and stopped to hide behind a nearby column. She had caught a glimpse of
the celebrant who were gathered there to pay homage to Dionysus, and she
couldn’t believe her eyes.
She touched the sore spot on her head and wondered if she
had gotten a concussion, because she swore that not only had she seen naked
women, but she had also seen a number of satyrs who were doing their best to
honor their god. She blinked a few times, then she peeked around the corner
again.
Her eyes had been right the first time. Satyrs, the
fantastic creatures from mythology were real.
And they were doing all sorts of wicked things. She saw satyrs
drinking from wineskins, the red liquid spilling down their chins. And while a
few played merry tunes on their pan pipes, most were engaged in lascivious acts
with the naked maidens. One had bent a maiden over a low wall and was plunging
his hard member into her exposed quim. She found herself fascinated by the
act--by the way the Satyr bent his strange, furry legs he as he pumped into the
maiden and by the maiden’s screams of pleasure as he thrust his thick cock
inside her wet quim.
Amelia could feel her body respond and her own quim’s juices
began to flow.
Her eyes were greedy as she turned to watch the wicked
satyrs from her hiding place. Another one was flat on his back while a maiden
straddled him. Her breasts were enormous and the soft, pale globes bounced
fetchingly as she moved on top of his cock. Her large, swinging breasts soon
lured another satyr to their play. While the first satyr lay beneath her, the
new one stepped above the prone satyr and thrust his cock inside her open,
moist mouth.
Amelia was practically panting as she watched the orgy. She
began to touch herself as her desire grew. While one slender hand fondled her
breasts, the other slid between her legs. Her own wetness amazed her, and she
noticed how velvety the petals of her pussy felt when they were wet. And she
discovered that there was one area between her legs that was especially
sensitive. When her finger happened to brush it, she almost jumped with
surprise. It was as if she had been shocked by electricity!
Curious about this new discovery, she touched the nubbin
more carefully and found that, if handled just right, the sensation was
ticklish and pleasurable. As she began to make small circles on this pearl
between her legs, she could feel her quim begin to throb, and the longing to be
filled intensified. Tentatively, she tried inserting a finger inside her pussy
while she pressed on the nub. To her frustration, she could barely insert her
finger. She tried to move her finger in and out, the way the satyrs were
thrusting their cocks inside the maiden’s pussies, but it was not enough. She
needed more.
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