Avmeir spent the next few days walking and hiding. One evening, he came to a big open area, and saw some woods in the distance. He ran towards the trees, fearing that he would be spotted before he could get there. He reached them, looked back and saw no one, and plunged deeper into the concealing brush. Exhausted, he curled up and slept.
He woke in the morning to the faint rays of early daylight. He found a spring nearby. He stripped and washed himself and his clothes. He lay back, letting the sun warm him as it dried his clothing. He dozed, but woke to a sound, like giggling. He sat up and looked around. He saw two figures looking at him. Both female, nude,slim, small-breasted, one green-haired, the other with grayish-brown locks. "Welcome. The Master of the Wood has decided that you may stay here for a while. Sometimes he allows that. None enter against his will, and those who enter will owe him payment," the green-tressed one said. She stepped up and pressed against him, kissing him. Her companion did the same. The three of them sank to the ground. Avmeir asked their names, but both replied with sounds that he couldn't duplicate. Their tongues teased his neck, and then his nipples. He sighed as they sucked his manteats. They moved south and a tongue plunged in his navel. Their hands fluttered over his now-hard manhood. He was rolled on his side. Graybrown began to suck his cock, while Green licked his bunghole. His body shook as he came. The two dryads lay side by side on their backs, kissing and fondling each other. He got between one's thighs and licked a green-furred cunt, then moved over to taste one thatched in gray-brown. He licked them both alternately, until one, and then the other, climaxed. He was hard agin. He was rolled onto his back, his erect member pointing up. Green squatted over his rod, and lowered herself on it. Graybrown sat on his face and gasped as he feasted on her. The three of them climaxed together.
Avmeir and the two dryads made love repeatedly. Avmeir, licked, sucked, fingered and fucked them. The dryads pleasured him with their mouths, hands, cunts, and arses. He thought it remarkable that he could continue, but he never turned down the opportunities that the dryads offered. They would pause, and he would eat the fruit, mushrooms and herbs that they would bring him, and then they would resume fucking.
During one of the resting times, Avmeir sensed a change. "The Master of the Wood comes," Graybrown told him. Avmeir looked around. The master stood at the edge of the clearing. Tall, muscular, shaggy hoofed legs, with two small horns sprouting from his forehead. His erect member was by far the largest that Avmeir has ever seen. The scent of his musk filled the glade, overwhelming them all with desire. Graybrown lay on her back, and Green lay atop her so that their faces were at each other's pussies. The Master beckoned to Avmeir. Avmeir rushed to the Master, knelt, and took the huge organ in his mouth. The Master's heady musk was intoxicating. Avmeir bobbed his head up and down on the big flesh pole. The Master thrust, pushing his cock into Avmeir's throat. Avmeir struggled not to gag, allowing the Master's tool to fuck his throat. The Master came, filling Avmeir's belly with semen. The Master of the Wood withdrew his still-hard prick, dripping with his seed and Avmeir's spit. Avmeir felt the strong arms seize him and bend him over nearby boulder. The Master's thick, wet rod was forced into his ass. He shrieked with pain, and then moaned as he submitted to the Master. The satyr fucked him, stretching him out with the enormous cock. Avmier writhed, feeling owned by the Master, wallowing in the musky scent that filled the glade. He begged for more, and the Master gave it, plowing him hard. The Master roared as he climaxed again, and Avmeir came as well from the brutal fucking he received. There was a pop as the satyr pulled his member from Avmeir. Cum ran out of Avmeir's distended backhole. The Master strode away.
Green spoke from where the dryads had been watching. "You must sleep now. When you awaken, you must go. Do not try to come back."
Avmeir slept. Upon awakening, he found himself on the edge of the wood, fully dressed. Had it been a dream? Yes, it must have been. Dryads and satyrs! A very hot dream, but ridiculous. He shouldered his gear and started off. What a dream! But why did his arse hurt so?