Runaway Bride (open!)

Long, powerful strides of Julie's bay stallion churned away at the miles - across farmland, meadows, forests, hills, and valleys.  The wind whipped through horse's ebony mane and stinging the girl's tear-stained face buried against his warm neck.  She didn't care though.   Didn't care how far or even where they went.... as long as they were far, far away from him.

Julie didn't wear typical riding clothes or even the proper footwear that one might expect.  Far from it.  Instead, she simply wore what she had on that the time that she had decided she just couldn't handle the betrayal that cut so deep.  She wore her wedding dress - a pure white strapless that clung tightly around her chest and waist to highlight her natural curves; the base of the dress was comprised of layers of sheer material brought together in various ruffled gathers.  The light material was lifted back in the wind from the speed of the galloping stallion, billowing out across his hindquarters.  Julie's blonde hair and veil was whipped back away from her face as well.  The scene could have been straight out of a movie.

Julie and Char made it across a wide expanse of open land, approaching another forest in the distance.  Julie urged the stallion on, letting him choose their direction.  She wished that the ride would never end but deep inside, she knew that Char was tiring and could not run forever.  His breaths were labored and a layer of sweat coated his hide, but he obeyed his owner.  The pair made it just to the forest's edge, slowly slightly to pick their path more carefully.  But then suddenly Char caught a flash of movement ahead and spooked, darting abruptly to the side and sending Julie falling forward in the direction that they had once been going.

The girl landed hard on the forest floor, her right shoulder took the brunt of the fall since in her distressed state she forgot to roll when she hit the ground like any knowledgeable rider would know to do. Julie cried out in pain and in frustrated despair. "Chaaar!"  But by the time that Julie was able to look, all she caught was a glimpse of the stallion's tail disappearing down the forest's edge and the bride choked back another sob, now sitting up.  Her shoulder burned from the fall but she'd land on some branches that scraped it up a bit.  Leaves, twigs, and dirt also littered her hair and clung to her dress in places as she glanced around with a lost and terrified look - not recognizing where she was.

(I'm open to about anything... consensual or rape both are ok. ^.^)

The saytr heard the thumping hoofbeats and went to investigate. Tiberious was not fond of horses, and was not keen on having one in his patch of forest. Thumping out of his mudbrick hut, Tiberious grabs his blow dart, also slinging a blade across his waist with a pouch of sharpened points for him to use his blow dart with. Any creatures that loitered near his home didn't take very long to realise when they weren't welcome, as the saytr would frequently prick them with a dozen darts until they got the message.

His gaze was steely as he trods along towards the noise, and his long goat ears twitch to listen for direction, and place himself where he can spy on the approaching bay stallion. Yet something catches his eye as he brings his dart up to his mouth. A flash of white on the back of the horse, and so Tiberious runs a few steps to confirm what he thinks he sees. Some woman on top of the stallion. However the stallion has seen him now, and Tiberious rolls his eyes at the startle he causes, letting out a scoff at the flighty reaction. However it did mean that the stallion had dropped his rider, and Tiberious was not so irked by this creature being so close to his home.

Tiberious had no plans to rush out towards the fallen female, and he remains next to a tree, just out of sight, observing her. The white dress was weird, he decided, and scratched his worn hands in the scruff that covered his chin. Tiberious was rugged, and although well muscled and strong, still had a wiry look to him. His goat legs were thin, and human torso toned, the sparser hair over his chest joining his legs. It was the same auburn brown as the hair that was predominant on most of his body. His long goat ears had small tufts at the end, and his face was long and angular, with dark and usually scowling eyes.

His eyes were narrowed when he finally decides to approach the sobbing female. In the couple of minutes he had been observing her, he decided she would be much more fun to moisten his dick in than the array of female animals he caught before chasing off. Just because she was human was no reason he would treat her any different. He was glad she was on the ground however, as she would probably be a head higher than him if she was standing, and he didn't want her having any advantages.

Taking the opportunity to leer over her, Tiberious quickly invades her personal space, his eyes taking the opportunity to leer down her curves, his little goat tail giving a quiver of approval. This one would the prettiest thing he'd fuck probably all year. He takes a moment to think of keeping her for a while, staring her down, hands ready to grasp at her messed hair or thick clumps of dress if she attempted to flee. Tiberious was also aware of her wounded shoulder, and would have no hesitation in seizing the attached arm. But the thought of keeping her was alluring the more he looked at her pretty face and very appealing body.

"Who are you?" Tiberious grunts, and takes one more second for thought. He takes a step back, to easy up on his intimidation, and offers a hand to help her up. "What's wrong?" The skill of conversation was not something that Tiberious was great at. "You should do something about your shoulder."

Julie could not believe her luck - not only had her fiancé hurt her in the worst possible way on the worst of days but now she couldn't properly grieve for her loss, not after she'd been 'dumped' for the second time today.  Normally, taking a fall off of Char wouldn't have ever phased her... though he could often be frustrating at times, she just dusted herself off and climbed back in the saddle... after she caught him of course.  But it was hard for her to find the willpower, the motivation to get up and try again after her life's dreams had just been crushed.

How could he?  Her wounded pride asked again for perhaps the billionth time since she and Char had fled the ceremony and sorrowful eyes of her family and guests.  What was wrong with her?  What had she done to deserve such a betrayal... such embarrassment for getting her hopes up and falling under the cheater's spell?  Had there been warning signs that could have prepared her for this?  The more and more that the girl thought of it, the more she was sure that she could have never predicted that her fiancé of a year would choose the eve of their wedding to sleep with an ex-girlfriend... not when they both seemed to be so happy with the coming wedding date.  He'd fooled her.

Fresh tears and quiet choking sobs racked from the young woman, the gaping wound in her heart deep and still very raw; she leaned forward against her raised knees, clutching her throbbing shoulder against her body and burying her face into the skirts of her dress and cried... finally able let loose without fear of anyone seeing her break.  Oh, how wrong she was in that false sense of security.  Hidden eyes did watch her weep and grieve.

She was unaware of his approach at first, too absorbed in her crying and because her vision was hidden by the skirts covering her knees.  The rustle of hooves moving nearer to her across the forest floor caused her breath to hitch in an attempt to slow her sobs as she raised her head slowly.  Julie fully expected Char to press his muzzle against her face, come back to apologize for abandoning her after her fall... but when the stallion's whiskered nose did not greet her raised face, confusion flicked her eyes open, searching for the reason why he did not.

A startled gasp of alarm marked the moment that through blurry eyes she saw the creature standing over her.  Narrowed eyes roved over her body without inhibition and instantly the young bride struggled to frantically scoot backwards a foot or two from the being that crowded into her space.  She did not go far however before she lingered to a stop, sitting on her bottom still and leaning back on her good arm away from him.  She knew the creature was a he because of the muscled chest and the russet-hued hair that not only grew across grew across his chest and chin but also entirely covered his bottom half.

Instead of rising to run, Julie stared wide-eyed at the creature in dazed disbelief.  That look only intensified when he spoke in a gruff voice that sounded neglected.  The girl was not unfamiliar with satyrs since they were well-known mythological creatures in both film and literature, but she never believed that they actually existed.  Warily, she notices the blade strapped to his waist and for a long moment can't take her eyes from it, but hesitantly decides to answer him, despite how ridiculous speaking to him seemed to her.  "I'm... Julie."  She sniffs, self-conscious about the fact that he'd caught her crying.  Staring at his outstretched hand uncertainly, Julie does not immediately reach to take it - because not only was he a stranger but he was also... half goat.  "Everything.  Someone that I trusted and loved couldn't care less about hurting me."  Her quiet voice was strained, fighting against her tight throat and more tears, but it was beginning to reflect a bitter anger that she felt towards her fiancé.  "My shoulder'll be fine."  She replied shortly with an offhand glance to her scraped shoulder.  Her blue eyes lingered on his hand again before studying his figure suspiciously.  Finally hoping that he just wished to help her to her feet and that was it, Julie carefully reached her left hand toward his and placed her palm in his.  "Where... am I?"

Marriage and monogamy were not something Tiberious was familiar with. Looking at the dress, he could tell that it was clearly for something special, but the idea of dressing up to promise to only be with one person for the rest of your life was not something that interested Tiberious. In fact, if he knew about it, he would probably be disgusted by the idea. To him, it was a waste of time and pointless, probably boring as well. Why would you only want to fuck one other for the rest of your life? Also he would never trust himself to keep a promise, and so would never expect the same from someone else.

Tiberious tries not to look irked by the sobbing, and forces his deadpan facial expression. He was unphased by her gasp, and the fact she looked almost bewildered at him. It would be rare for her to have ever seen a saytr, unless she spent a lot of time getting lost in forests, and Tiberious assumed she didn't. Her disbelief thankfully seemed to have stopped her sobbing, but it just meant the saytr was getting edgy now with lack of patience. The longer it took for her to grasp his hand, the longer he wondered if coaxing her back to his hut was even worth it. Perhaps he should just nail her a couple of time in the forest and leave her. Tiberious wondered how long he could keep her though before she was too annoying and he'd just dump her in the forest. Although perhaps he could cut her tongue out, but that wouldn't stop the sobbing, he was sure she could still make that noise without a tongue.

He had almost changed his mind when she finally grabs his hand. Quickly, Tiberious lets out a grunt, to make sure that she knew he had been listening, kind of. It was true he'd asked what was wrong, but even the very condense version he'd received from her had been of no interest, so he hadn't really processed it. He'd paid enough attention to her speaking though to be able to catch her name and reply to her question, "A forest." His response wasn't meant to be patronising, it was matter of fact. Although the saytr lived here, he didn't know what name the forest had. He never really travelled far enough out of it to need to know it. For a moment, his brow furrows in thought, the horns that grew from just behind his hairline twitching with the motion. It was now or never to take her here.

Keeping with original plan, Tiberious easily pulls Julie to her feet. He lingers for a moment, holding her hand. He liked how soft and smooth human flesh was, his own hand coarse, with hair on the back, his nails chipped. Yet he does not want to force her yet, he wants her to follow a trail of bread crumbs to him. Worse comes to worst, he is confident in overpowering her. He didn't have any silly skirts to get in his way, and he knew the forest. So he does let go of her hand, and takes a few steps back towards his mudbrick shelter. "I'll pour you a drink." Tiberious beckons for her to follow him. "I can carry if you can't walk," He offers. Although just a bit less than a head shorter than her, he would easily be able to sling Julie over his shoulder, his top half built with a thick layer of well toned and stringy muscles. He was keen to make it easy to get her home.

Julie wasn't sure what she had expected when she grasped the creature's hand and aided him in helping her to her feet, but she hadn't expected the slight rush that stole her breath when they touched.  Before, she was was still in dazed disbelief of what she saw... in denial that he was truly a satyr or truly there at all.  For all she knew, she could have easily been hallucinating in her emotional state - willed herself into imagining a stranger that could comfort her and get her safely back on the road home.  But feeling the calloused hand grip her own firmly as the goat-man hoisted upwards with a strong arm convinced her otherwise.  There was no way that she could have imagined the way his fingers seemed to discreetly trace over her skin or the wiry auburn hair that her own fingers found on the back of his hand.  It all felt too startlingly real to be just a figment of her imagination.

She hadn't been impressed with his matter of fact answer and frowned in response at his curtness, but for the moment did not press the matter.  It was embarrassing enough that he had probably witnessed her fall and had seen her in a weepy mess; she didn't need to add anything else to today's growing list of misfortunes.  When Tiberious does decide to release her hand, the girl is eager to slip out of his grip and quickly pulls her hand back to clasp it with her right.  Another small surge of adrenaline quickens her heartbeat and shallows her breathing - she'd really touched a mythical creature!  The thought was terrifying and amazing at the same time.  He didn't look flat out dangerous - not at first impression, anyway - but the more she seen of him, the more she believed that looks could be deceiving.  After all - he did carry a blade on his waist, his hands appeared to be used to hard work, and he was strong - having pulled her up without ever being phased, despite being almost a head shorter than she.  Surely there was more to him than what first met her eyes.

At the extended invitation for a drink, Julie again hesitates.  She was not a drinker, though on a few special occasions with friends she had indulged in a little wine.  "I..."  The satyr seemed insistent though and she wondered if it had really been an invitation, eying him carefully.  Perhaps he just thought she needed a little drink to take the edge off her rejection?  Maybe he was right.  The pain still lingered just beneath her thin composure, ready to bubble back out if she let it.  Though she hasn't taken her eyes from him the entire time, she does glance away for a moment - back towards the open ground where she'd last seen her horse.  Her expression softens briefly in concern for the stallion, as well as for herself - if she couldn't find him, then  she was screwed.  He was her ticket home when she was ready to return.

Blue eyes quickly return to Tiberious, stuck between uncertain fear, fascination, and morbid curiosity as she considered his offer more seriously.  Char would probably be out roaming for hours at the very least till he began missing his grain... leaving her to either stay there sobbing until he returned or take up the Satyr's offer for a distraction and satisfy her curiosity.  With an almost reluctant sigh and a look of guarded interest, Julie reached down to gather her skirts.  "I can walk..."  The words were prideful, offended to think that he even entertained the idea she couldn't.  Hoisting the hem of her dress to just above her knees, Julie revealed her bare feet and smooth legs without thinking, solely focused on preventing herself from snagging the dress and tripping on anything along the path the satyr took.  Closing the distance he had gained, she looked up from her feet, gaining the courage to speak.  "Will you tell me your name? I gave you mine..."

Tiberious thought riding horses was a silly thing to do, and so having seen Julie fall didn't dent his opinion on her at all. In fact, besides a greedy lust, he didn't have much of an opinion of her. Everything had their own annoying habits, he assumed that this human's might be sobbing and crying. He hadn't really given much thought to an opinion of her, until he saw the frown she had at his response. Although his expression remains the same, he's briefly intrigued by what is clearly some form of dissatisfaction. After all, Tiberious had given her the only answer he had to the question. He could elaborate on location if she asked the right questions, but as for where she was, he felt he had explained it perfectly well. Unless she made it easy to give her the information she wanted, Tiberous was not keen on discussing location. What he was keen on was the elegant legs she reveals under her dress.

His thoughts had dawdled once again to raping her on the forest floor whilst she deliberated over having a drink, and Tiberious has to work very hard to not reveal just how much of a predator he was being. Of course he had a knife on his waist, and his blow dart as well (although the latter was not threatening to someone who didn't realise what it was), but the saytr thought he was doing well in not spooking her. That would be counter productive, and as she seemed reluctant to follow him, he didn't need to mess up now with a leering gaze.

The saytr noted the pride in her voice when she said she could walk, and wonders how much more pleasure he'd get from Julie if he brought out a little more of her pride. There was nothing quite like penetrating a creature with pride, and she was already showing him that she was not just a silly sobbing mess. He is still contemplating this when she asks for his name, and Tiberious rubs the scruff on his face, letting out a snort. "Tiberious."

It is not far to his mudbrick shelter, which was sturdy, but not tall. He shoves the wooden door open, and enters the dark room, keeping the door open for Julie. She would probably have to duck through the doorway, but the roof was a good couple of inches taller than the doorway which was only designed for a saytr sized being. His hut is one small room, with a pile of leathers and furs in one corner, and a large fire that takes up most of one wall. There were a single crafted chair and a table, along with shelving on the walls, displaying weapons and hand crafted bowls and mugs. There were barrels in another corner as well, and the dim light was from flickering burning grasses left in half a dozen small scoops taken out of the walls.

Taking off his blade, he sets with his other weapons, along with leaving his blow dart and the pouch of darts to use it with. Grabbing two wooden bowls, Tiberious heads towards the barrels and cracks open the lid of one. The smell is slightly sweet, like honey and bark, and the saytr scoops both of the bowls in. He gulps down a couple of mouthfuls from one, before refilling it. Turning to Julie, he offers her one. Tiberious brewed his own mead and it ended up about as potent as champagne, although had nothing of the bubbly lightness. "Drink," He takes another couple of swigs from the bowl. Tiberious had no need for cups, as long as it held liquid, that's what he crafted for and his large hands easy cupped the bowl. Stepping around Julie, he closes the door, and waves a hand towards the chair and offers, "Food?"

Julie picked her way carefully after the creature she followed, wary of stepping on anything sharp enough to stab into the soles of her bare feet.  However she was not slow as some other girls may have been - in fact, she was rather nimble in choosing her steps - nimble for a girl at least.  It came to her easily from the generous time she spent outside as a kid, having also had just a bit of a tomboy streak in her.  She enjoyed the outdoors and found it relaxing, comforting - and that is indeed why she fled to the wilderness in such a time of stress.

Then being presented with such a unique opportunity to forget her worries for a while, Julie simply could not pass it up.  Too many times past, she'd regretted her decisions to chicken out and play it safe - only to miss out on some of the most spectacular experiences.  This would not be one of those times she missed out, she decided firmly.  Uncertain that he would actually share his name, if he had one, Julie looks up from her path in light surprise when he does.  He didn't seem particularly thrilled to speak much, if at all.  She wondered inwardly what the gruff snort had meant - did he not expect her to have questions about a creature she only just now discovered was real?

She can think of dozens more to ask, but decides to wait till they reach their destination to broach the subject.  When the hut came into view, the young bride's steps lingered as she took a moment to observe the setting in wonder.  The little hut nestled into the woods.  If Tiberious hadn't led her here, she probably would have never known it existed.  Quickening her step, she comes to the doorway just a few seconds after the satyr vanished inside.  As she peers inside (ducking slightly) and her eyes adjust to the dimness inside, she slowly steps into his home.  "Wow."  She said quietly, her gaze everywhere now that she is inside and she let's her skirts fall back to veil her shapely legs, distracted by all there is to see.

The scents inside were very distinctly of the earthy sort, especially with the mudbrick, the smell of wood, leather, and a few more that she couldn't immediately place.  She is studying the shelved items when her attention is caught by him opening the barrel.  She rubs her shoulder gingerly, watching him dip out a liquid from the barrel and drink.  Her hands reach swiftly to take the bowl he offered her, curiously looking down at it's contents.  Lifting the bowl up, she sniffed, trying to figure out what exactly he'd given her. "Honey?"  She asked in startled surprise, pleasantly intrigued by the discovery.  He shuts the door and she blinks for a moment, a tiny alarm of warning going off in her mind - but as Tiberious gestures to the only chair and offers food as well, she dismisses the notion that he meant her harm.  "I am just a little hungry..."  She admitted sheepishly since she hadn't exactly come prepared with a meal for her adventure, but she was leery of what strange foods he may have.

Moving in deliberate slowness, she convinces herself to take a seat in the chair - positioned so that she could still watch him.  Tentatively, Julie brings the bowl to her lips to taste the mead.  The first small swig of the alcohol, though sweet and not very repulsive, makes her cough at the slight tingly burn on her tongue and down her dry throat.  Then with a flush of pink across her face, she tries it again, this time with more success - managing to get down several swallows of the flat drink.  The young woman closes her eyes and sighs, letting the sweet liquid settle in her stomach a moment before trying more.  Her eyes flick up to the creature who was her host, curiosity plaguing her mind.  "Are you alone out here?  It doesn't look like you get much company."  

(nice pic!)

Tiberious had no comment on her awe at his place. He was just glad that she hadn't loitered or stumbled about after him, but frowned at the thought that she might fire him with questions about his home and contents. Hopefully there would be enough she would recognise to wane off what was clearly curiosity, and Tiberious made a note to not mess around too much before getting his cock in her. Surely that would keep her at bay, and admittedly, he would much rather questions than more crying.

He grunts a 'yes' to confirm her question on honey in the drink, but offers no other information. Honey was his most accessible sweet, and when she mentions being hungry, it's a raw honeycomb he pulls from a shelf. Breaking it into smaller pieces, he tosses it on a plate, rummaging around for also some roots that resembled sweet potato, and taste similar as well. He also has some variety of damper, that he puts on the table. It has already had chunks pulled out of it, and looks coarse and heavy.

Leaving the food on the table for her, he continues to look amongst some small wooden pots, pulling up lids to sniff at the insides. He pauses, but doesn't look, when he hears her splutter on the drink. One of his long ears gives a flick, but he hears her take another sip. The reaction to the drink reminds him of younger creatures, and he wonders how quick the drink will make her relax.

Tiberious finally finds what he is looking for, and pulls a pot off the shelf as Julie asks her question. "Yes," He replies, coming round to step behind her, and opening the pot fully. The smell was quietly pepperminty, and he swirls a couple of rough fingers in the mixture. It was an ointment for pain, and without invitation, he takes a small scoop and places it on Julie's sore shoulder. He puts the pot on the table, and uses his entire large hand to massage it into her bare shoulder from her strapless dress. He wasn't interested in a conversation about his lack of company, because the saytr was easing his way into showing that he took advantage of any company he did keep.

Tiberious is not paying much attention to Julie's expressions anymore. His eyes are studying down her body, not only to gander at her breasts, but also for how to remove the dress. The bodice seemed sturdy, and Tiberious was irked that he hadn't brought a knife back down to the table with him when it wouldn't have been suspicious. But he consoles himself with the fact that getting her naked was not the first priority, penetration was, and indulging in her attractive body could still come afterwards. After all, that was the point of bringing her back.

Unflinching at her initial reaction to his touch on her shoulder, Tiberious continues to rub the grainy ointment into her skin. It wasn't magical, merely medicinal herbs, as otherwise he would be taking away what he was going to use as his initial control point. He is glad to feel her relax, and as she does, his own impatient arousal begins to burn away in his groin. It's when she's pondering out loud, that he drops his hand down her front, and pushing it under the tight bodice to her breasts.

He does it in one smooth movement, without even breaking rhythm, as his eyes then manage to determine the zip from the rest of the bodice, and his free hand instantly goes to it. The saytr is firm, and uses the hand that was still massaging to keep her temporarily seated as it dips down her breasts again. This time easing between the dress and skin as his other hand forces down the zip. His only thought to her absent minded comment was that clearly this male was stupid for not just keeping Julie plus whatever it was he went back to. Although if he was stupid enough to get caught, clearly he didn't deserve pretty things like the bride.

Yet it was the time for action now, and so from her breast, when his hand comes back to her shoulder, it stays there and his thumb digs into her shoulder. On the largest mark on her shoulder he jams his thumb against it, and his strong index and middle finger find just above her collar bone, close to the front of her neck. The pinch he applies is vice like, and any tension he'd removed from her shoulder would be flooding back with the agitation.

"Stand," He grunts, and will use the point of pain that he's holding to control her. When she stands, he'll help pull the rest of the dress off her, already kicking the chair away. His penis eagerly unsheathes as his eyes take in her immaculate body, before he uses his grip to go and bend her over the table and commands again, "Bend over,"

Her demands were on deaf ears, as Tiberious had no intention of letting her go anywhere. He'd invested too much time at this point to not get what he wanted, and as her fingers dig at his hand, he merely increases the pressure. The saytr does take a moment to consider the strength of human bones however, as he's not experienced with their bone density. He decides honesty is the best policy and grunts what is meant to be a warning (not a threat) at Julie, "I'll break your bones," whilst giving a deliberate extra dig with thumb. Tiberious engaged the rest of his hand more, so his ring and little finger apply pressure across her clavicle too. He didn't doubt his own ability to crack her bones, but it wasn't an objective.

His objective was penetrating her, and he was only more set on it her when she bends over the table. His eyes appreciate her round hips and her smooth body, but he is briefly disturbed by her feet glancing off his shins. Tiberious reacts without thought, and that is kicking back. If she was going to kick him, he would kick her, and he raises a cloven hoof and swipes haphazardly at her legs. It's only twice, and he then barges his legs between hers, spreads hers wider, and pushes her down firmly against the table.

"I recommend obliging," Tiberious grunts at her, as the hand not on her shoulder pulls at her small white panties. All his weight is pushed down on her shoulder to sandwich her against the table, and he wiggles his fingers in his vice grip with a grunt of, "You decide how much I hurt you." If he didn't feel like he had to have a controlling grip on her, then he wouldn't. It'd be much easier if she would just let him enjoy every inch of her body, but the commotion she was crying made him think it wasn't likely.

The hand at her panties tears them away, going to pull them down, but not agreeing with the elastic and merely having to tear them off. It's after that he pulls away her veil as well. It obstructed his view of her shapely porcelain body, and he grabs it in a handful and tears it away. He wasn't bothered whether the thin fabric ripped or whether it was pulled from her blonde hair, as long as he could cast his hungry gaze down an uninterrupted landscape of human flesh, the sight causing the saytr's thick cock to be at full attention.

Julie shrieks in response to the added pressure the struggling earns her, the pain excruciating as Tiberious digs in and clamps his fingers closer together around her collar bone and shoulder. Feeling joints and bones aching and shifting under the applied pressure, she believed his warning fully and panicked that he might actually crack or crush something if he did not let up soon. Also not having much experience with the force necessary to begin snapping her bones, Julie was not keen about finding out the hard way if he could or couldn't.

She cries out in shock when he gives her a taste of her own medicine by firing a few kicks at the back of her legs and the scrape of his hooves against her bare skin cause her to flinch hard, but the two stinging red welts that rise on the back of her calves are nothing that she's not unfamiliar with. It's not the first time that she's been struck by hooves. What's more distracting is when he forces himself up between her naked legs and she can feel fur brushing and tickling along smooth thighs - but most of all, she is of aware of how close she is to losing the virginity that she'd fought so hard to maintain over the years... and not to her husband.

His bitter words did not go unheard, though Julie has a hard time focusing on much else but the implications of her predicament and the biting pain radiating from her shoulder. Tiberious' full weight bearing upon that shoulder and the chipped nail of his thumb digging into the largest cut was about more than Julie could handle. She shook with quiet but deep sobs and fidgeted mostly from the waist down since her upper body was immobilized with her bust smashed roughly across the tabletop.

Afraid to move too much in his strong grip, Julie stays relatively still after the subtle wiggle of his fingers, eyes closed tightly against the pain. The fingers of her right hand remain clutching at the tips of his but she stops her incessant tugging at them. Painful prickles of numbness trying to set in rushes all along the side of neck and down the length of her arm, causing her voice to be distorted by a breathless groan. "You're not...supposed to...be my....fiiirst..." Julie had hardly noticed him tear her panties from her body to expose her smooth sex, but she was conscious that they were no longer there. Stretching her left arm out across the table in hopes of alleviating some discomfort, she breathed in shallow, shuddering breaths. Meanwhile her frantically searching through her mead and pain clouded mind for another way to fight back, refusing to believe that she was out of options. "I'm not...even...your...s-species!"

Keeping his hand firmly on her shoulder, when her fingers stop urgently trying to remove his hand, he stops digging his thumb so fiercely into the cut. Tiberious wanted her to know if she behaved then he wouldn't have to focus so much pain on her ailment, and that he hadn't been lying when he told she decided how much he hurt her. The saytr didn't speak a lot, but it didn't make his words any less valuable.

Satisfied how bent over the table she was, he alleviates more pressure off her shoulder as well. He is not unalert, and it's not enough to chance her surging up against his strong grip. The fidgeting from her he was unthreatened by, as being the experienced hunter he was familiar with the body's natural flight reaction.

Julie's first comment just makes the saytr grunt. He had no conceptions about first time, after all, virginity was a social construct created by humans. Animals didn't have it, (whilst they still had 'first times'), so he sob doesn't change or falter him pressing his cock between her lips and his tip in her vagina. Tiberious grunts again though, and grits his teeth as a pleased smile cracks open his face. The tight human canal required more force than he expected, but it only makes her more alluring.

His grunts are louder as he penetrates Julie, only about half is erection squeezing into her when he starts to thrust, and his smile instantly twists around as she makes her comment about not being his species. She'd hit a sore spot with Tiberious. He'd never change his current lifestyle or sex habits, but it didn't mean he appreciated a reminder that saytrs were rare. He gruffly replies, "You rarely are," whilst he continues to thrust his penis into her, her vagina's natural juice, and probably blood lubing up the friction to make it easier to pick up speed.

Whilst concentrating on penetrating her, he keeps an alert eye on her motions. He is glad that he doesn't push her down when she lifts her head, as watching her slacken against the table on her own volition satisfied him immensely. There is no care given to the sounds of pain, as Tiberious is no stranger to struggle and shouting, but he does appreciate the quiet delicacy of her whimpers, and it makes him want to force more of his penis into her.

Noticing the motion of her head again, Tiberious meets her gaze when she flicks her eyes up at him, and he gives a very deliberate thrust, forcing another inch of his penis into her. He still hadn't given Julie his full length yet, but continues at a medium tempo, and he won't look away until she does. After all, he's the dominant one, and nothing she could do would make him shy away, especially no tear-stricken face of a species he's not had much exposure to.

He eases the grip on her shoulder though, as he's inside her now, the vice loosens, and his fingers return to rubbing, his thumb brushing away from the lacerations from her fall. Tiberious keeps his hand over her shoulder though, as even though his cock was wet nothing good would come from being cocky, and he didn't entirely trust Julie to behave for however long he wanted to keep her. The warm, tight, and now slick walls of her vagina made him want to keep her for a long time, as did her soft body.

The hand not on her shoulder had found her thigh, and enjoyed squeezing the succulent flesh. On her outer thigh, his fingers move down to creep inside, under where the table jammed into her. He pulls on her thigh, scraping her against the edge of the table, and massages her with his hand. Her luscious thigh reminded him of delicious fatty meats, and Tiberious enjoys grabbing it, fondling the curve around her thigh with his fingers and thumb as he continues to nail Julie from behind.

As Tiberious feels her body steadily grow accustomed to his rough thrusts, it means he finally throws his final inches into her. His hooves dig into the dirt as he shoves himself up to the balls in her, giving a grunt as he hunches over her a little bit more, and the table scuffs in the dirts as well. Tiberious knew he wouldn't be long now to finishing, but he also knew it wouldn't be long til he'd want to return to this tight and pretty acquisition.

The hand massaging her shoulder begins to travel. It explores for thicker areas, and slides down to the side of her breast, where Julie was pressed against the table. His own grunting covers up her muffled whimpers, but he is alert to the motion of her hand towards her mouth. But he knew in this current position, she was going nowhere, but the saytr was quickly approaching the end of this position. After that, he'd have to see what measures he'd have to take to keep her. He was not above strapping her to the table.

His grunts had rushed into huffs of breath as he thrusts faster in Julie, and he is acutely aware when her body starts responding differently to him. He can feel the response of pleasure under his hands, and he suddenly ejaculates when he catches her whimpering moan. The noise of her pleasure finishes him and his thrusts become messy with sperm as he takes a few more thrusts before freezing. It takes a minute for him to finish, his penis pulsating as he comes inside her, and Tiberious is quick to regain his breath.

Pulling out, Tiberious takes a step back to admire Julie's fine ass, before grabbing his bowl and walking over to the corner to scoop another bowl of mead out from the barrel. He drains the bowl and fills it once more, before placing it in front of Julie, watching her carefully. "You'll stay," The saytr tells her, as he watches her carefully. He was curious now about her and what her reaction would be. But not as curious as fucking her from the front and getting his tongue around her breasts, and for his hands to have every part of her flesh squeezed between them.

The less than gentle lunge that smashed Tiberious' balls against her clitoris and impaled her fully upon his hard rod knocked the breath out of Julie in a low wail.  She quivers from the action, freezing her fidgety movements at the electric sensation that seemed to race through every nerve in her groin before rioting throughout the rest of her body and putting a haze in her mind.  The movement of his hand went almost unnoticed until it brushed against the side of her breast and she groans out, almost in protest... but something, that same inert curiosity, led her mind to tentatively consider what the calloused hand would feel like enveloping all of her breast - even though she is convinced that that was the last thing she wanted.  Or at least it is the last thing that she should want.

Julie breaths in panting gasps as the satyr hammers into her, her body growing tense under his rapid pace and for the shameful pleasure that was welling up inside her.  She wants to fight the building pressure that threatens to overwhelm her senses (and inhibitions) but Tiberious offers her no chance.  He was relentless in pursuit of his own satisfaction.  As the girl arches and shudders under the radiating warmth of his body over hers, she doesn't expect the sudden explosion of liquid heat that paints her tunnel and then begins to fill her depths with satyr semen.  A surprised gasp followed by a moan escapes her before it clicks in her mind what has happened and she crashes abruptly from her mental and physical high after coming frighteningly close to a peak.  Then she struggles against him and the table, trying to escape the jets of hot semen shooting from his pulsing member. "Noo-ooh!" The cry ended in another whimper-like sound as she came to realize that she was unable to get free, even now; the vulnerable position of being bent over the table afforded her little leverage or advantage, so she could only lay there breathing hard as he flooded her insides.

As he pulls out of her snug entrance, her sticky lips close behind him with a soft smacking noise. For what felt like a long moment, Julie lingers hesitantly still spread against the table - wary of what was next and wary of the repercussions of upsetting Tiberious.  Bright color flushes through her face upon raising her head slowly and casting damp blue eyes in his direction - just in time to catch a glimpse of his own eyes fixated on her rounded ass.  "L-l-leave me alone...."  After what he had just done, she felt a flash of anger and indignation at how he regarded her.  Though as he grabbed the bowl, she straightened to pull away from him, slender body aching all over from the fucking and struggling..  She blinks wide-eyed at him, distrustfully, shuffling backwards a few steps with her right hand traveling downward to gingerly touch her sore and throbbing pussy while the other covers her bare breasts.   There's a feeling of emptiness though which muddles with her ability to completely glare at him, especially when her expression contorts in fearful anxiety when a glob of blood-streaked cum leaked onto her fingers.  Could a satyr get her pregnant?  The worry turned at her already nauseous feeling and slightly distended stomach.  How had she let such a thing happen?

In her desperate quest for answers, Julie studies Tiberious' form as he comes nearer with the bowl of mead, gaze tracing over his toned upper body and the way that his muscles roll beneath his skin.  Her eyes narrow on the drink as he sits it on the table, taking a cautionary step backwards and clutching her chest tighter letting her gaze shoot up to his. "Stay?"  Julie squeaked in a choked voice, eyes hardening defensively in response to the fear, hurt, and anger. "You already took away my virginity!  You've planned it all this time, I bet too....what else do you want?"    Then  seeming to think better of his answer, the blonde couldn't stop her eyes from flicking down torwards his crotch warily from a brief second, then to the pile of white fabric that lay crumpled on the ground between them.  She wanted so badly to clothe herself, to hide the vulnerability that she felt being naked before him... but to reach for her dress would be to put herself in much easier reach of Tiberious. And now, her trust in him was zero. "Just let me leave....... please?"

The saytr had not expected a sudden struggle from Julie with his ejaculation, but it hadn't done anything to change his pleasure. It did however make him more cautious of her trying to escape, but in the end he was satisfied with his own upper hand. After all, it would be night soon, and he undoubtedly knew the forests better than her, and that was giving her the benefit of getting out the door before him.

Although her whimper to leaver her alone was not going to be regarded, Tiberious not approach further than where he stood next to the table. He makes no reach to contact her again over the white dress, as she uses her hands to cover her body. Tiberious was slightly confused by this, but clothing was not something he was particularly familiar with, unless it involved removing it. When she takes a step back, he still remains where he was standing. There was no rush to get his hands back on her, as he didn't intend on letting her get anywhere.

Tiberious scratches his chin as she squeaks, and his eyes narrow slightly at her tone of voice. It wasn't surprising, really, she wasn't the first to get angry, but she was the first to use the word virginity. He scrunches up his face, slightly confused at her question. "I want more of what I already took. But there is no hurry," He gruffly replies, as he watches her gaze move to the dress. Finally the saytr moves, but it is not towards Julie. Stepping towards the pile of leathers and furs in the corner, Tiberious picks up something that resembled a mountain lion fur. Shaking it out, he approaches Julie with it, offering it to cover herself.

"I don't know what your virginity is, but I took what I wanted," Tiberious says, and he rubs his chin again. "You're a human, you understand greed, and lust," He starts, giving almost a careless shrug as he watches her carefully. The offering for her to cover herself was not an invitation to make a break for it, and Tiberious did not trust her to take the opportunity especially as she asks to leave. He reiterates what he told her before, "You'll stay. I have some meat if you want a proper meal, or some water if you prefer," Tiberious inclines to the untouched bowl of mead, before he decides to mention, "The forest will be dark soon, and you will find yourself in the same situation with another creature if you leave."

Tiberious is not surprised by the distrust. He had assumed it would come, even when he doesn't want to keep his prey he can recognise the similar look on their eyes. Generally he is rougher though, and that irks him slightly, that Julie doesn't appreciate the fact at least he'd gone to the effort of tricking her. He wonders if he should ask if she would prefer for him to have just beat one out of her in the forest and dragged her back.

The only reaction Tiberious had to make on her explaining what her virginity was, was the narrowing of his eyes. Her tone made him far more aware as she appears to be regaining some attitude, and it makes him attentive. The flash of flesh from under her arms as she wraps the fur around her also catches his attention, but he is glad she grabs it so he can stop holding it out. Clenching his fists slightly, Tiberious subconciously flexes his strong hands, watching her carefully.

Tiberious scoffs at her claim that he will not take her again. As proved by his first penetration, Julie didn't have much say in the matter of whether he took her or not. He also wasn't sure how he was meant to trick her again, as the saytr had already exposed his desire the moment he bent her over the table. However the amusement is brief as Julie comments on her chances. It was instant warning bells, and Tiberious moved practically at the same time as her.

A serious frown sets on Tiberious' face as he follows only a second behind each of Julie's steps to the door. Tiberious was a hunter, and instantly read Julie's body - the way she clutched the fur to her would cause her to run slower, and the stumble out the door was his perfect opportunity. Stretching out his hands, he takes advantage of her off balance to push her into the dirt, just out the threshold of the door. There is no mercy in the shove he gives the too-hasty escapee, as he follows behind it with his stout body. If she goes down with the first shove, Tiberious will end up on top of her, sitting straddled on her fallen body - otherwise his body will just be hurtling into her again, sure to knock her down if the first shove failed to do so.