Jax the Corrupter jammed his preternaturally enormous goat cock into a superb and supple human asshole. Dripping with pre-cum, the satyr's supreme heinie reamer sundered the man's back orifice as the pungent scent of of sweat and body odor rose from his hide. Jax's hircine ears twitched.
"Zshnnnn???" the satyr said, snapping awake inside one of the dark forest's fern groves.
Bleating, Jax grabbed his titanic uncut dong, its shaft painfully erect from the wet dream he'd just been experiencing, and began to furiously beat his meat. As creatures of lust and desire, satyrs needed to get off as often as possible and it wasn't long before his moans grew frenzied, his eyes screwed up, his tongue fell from his mouth, and a fantastic rope of magical ball goo began to arc forth from his swollen dick head, followed by many further considerable spurts. Jax collapsed backwards, rubbing the fresh jissom across his furry abs.
Another sound perked the satyr's ears up. There was a slapping noise, a distant moan. The corners of Jax's mouth curled into an impish smile.
Coming up behind a bush, mischievous Jax found himself staring at an unexpected sight: two men, coupling in the forest. And not just any human males but the one on the receiving end of the dicking was that strapping and light-haired youth Kit while the one shoving his sizable uncut pipe in Kit's rear was that darker-haired friend... what was his name... Dirt?
"Oh, Moss," moaned Kit. "Never stop reaming me with your incredible cock!"
The smell of sex was thick among the boughs as Jax watched the lecherous scene before him. Despite having just splooged, his own majestic monster began to rise. Moss' erotic ministrations were among the most arousing Jax had ever witnessed, his hefty hog repeatedly sliding in and out of that delectable peach-fuzz-covered caboose. The youths were arranged in the style of rutting dogs and so Jax was able to creep up behind them without drawing their gaze. Knowing that the boys' delirious union was dishonorable to all their gods made Jax's eyes glow red and his tongue run across his lips.
Sensing something amiss, the dark-haired Moss turned his head. "Did you hear something, Kit?"
His penetrated friend grunted, his eyes squeezed shut. "Hmm? No, no! Why did you stop?"
Both men turned their attention to a spot before them, where Jax stood on his hirsute gams, smirking down at his insane erection. No human had ever had a prong so prodigious, so enchantingly thick and hefty, nor had any human sported a hairy nutsac so large and low-hanging with the ripe scent of peat and cruciferous greens rising from its curving contours.
"Gods!" cried Kit, entirely ensorcelled by the prize in front of his mouth. "It's so big!!"
Moss' expression was more ambivalent, the dark-haired youth unsure what he thought of their demonic intruder and his dangerously large organ. Before anyone could say anything else, Jax thrust forth his overwhelming endowment, which slid past Kit's ready lips. The muscular youth began gagging on that incredible treasure, tasting the ambrosial flavor of Jax's sweet nut nectar as the satyr started pounding his beautiful face.
"Gllnnggg! Glllnggg!" said Kit, taken to a place beyond time as he felt his best friend's magnificent member crowding his backdoor while a gargantuan and mystical implement stretched his gullet to its fullest.
Despite his reservations, Moss quickly got back into the action, his carnal cravings aroused by the view of that gargantuan gonzo dong disappearing into his closest friend's throat while Kit's warm antechamber squeezed his hot dong. Sweat dripped down Moss' furry taint while his thick dick continued it rollicking inside those snug buns. The odor of Jax's armpits, reminiscent of poppy milk and freshly-cut hay with an undercurrent of brimstone, enveloped them all. The satyr threw his head back, banging the living daylights out of Kit and feeling that wonderful tongue repeatedly run over his shaft as his fuzzy balls smacked Kit in the face.
Worked up beyond measure, Jax pulled his mammoth dong from the mouth before him, slapping that enormous pecker across Kit's cheeks as the youth cried out in ecstasy. Jax sprang over Kit's back and pushed the dark-haired human aside, licking his lips as the considerable extent of his dick-head began entering the now-unoccupied ass before him. The satyr's steel-hard rear clapper immediately sunk to its hilt within that well-used back chamber as Jax screwed up his eyes and bleated in delight. He cavorted inside that crevice, continuously pulling the full scope of his supreme sausage out of that taught aperture before shoving it back down with considerable force.
"By all that is unholy!" moaned Kit. "This is AMAZINGGGGG!"
Something was amiss in Jax's mind, some niggling thought that refused to entirely become conscious, but the satyr had little time for reflection as the second youth, Moss, started to run his dripping uncut wang tip against the curving and fur-covered cheeks before him.
"Nnnnghhh!" whinnied Jax as Moss' large bequest began sliding into his rear channel, opening up his posterior and making his pointed tail quiver. There were few things the satyr loved more than to penetrate a perfect human puck while his own infernal fanny was split open by a fine dong.
The three libidinous creatures fucked one another in earnest, their grunts and groans filling the forest dell. Moss ran his rough hands all over Jax's flawless and fuzzy torso; those heaving arms, impeccable abs, and immaculate pecs. The satyr did the same to the brawny youth beneath him, feeling Kit's amazing v-cut iliac furrow while jacking his raging hard uncut dong as he pounded Kit's posterior for all it was worth. Moss was achieving a fine feat in Jax's own tushie, repeatedly cramming it full of so much superb salami that little birds twittered around the satyr's horned head. Despite his lustful ministrations, Jax could sense that the dark-haired youth was full of misgivings about the prurient acts they were performing, a fact that only made things sexier for the corrupting satyr.
"OH!! OH!!" whimpered Kit as spurts of fresh cream began firing from his stimulated willie. "Keep going. Please, keep going."
Jax needed little inducement to continue his depraved banging, making sure to stretch that yielding orifice to its fullest. Below him, Kit began cumming again, causing convulsions in his back crevice that squeezed Jax's gigantic cock as if milking it. The satyr's tongue was hanging from his mouth, his heart exhilarated as he gave himself up to the sensations the human youth was inducing in him. His hairy nutsac contracted toward his groin, a movement that must have tightened his profane exit hole because Moss began howling with joy. The strapping dark-haired youth had never experienced such pleasure in his life and, the moment Jax reached back and pressed a passionate finger against Moss' receptive sphincter, Moss lost control and started shooting forth gobs of grateful jizz. The bawdy ball sauce filled Jax's muscular rump and came gushing out around Moss' hefty shaft. At that same moment, the diabolical being achieved his own cresting climax, depositing a profuse quantity of bestial elixir directly into Kit's rear compartment. Feeling the licentious emanations pack his backside, Kit realized a third orgasm in as many moments and gushed forth one final load of hot skeet. Spent, all three of them fell to the forest floor, still entwined with one another.
Seconds later, Moss rose. A look of utter disgust was plastered to his face.
"How could you do this to me, Kit?" he called. "We were supposed to be collecting wood."
From the ground, his friend spoke in a wounded tone.
"What did I do to you, Moss? I had merely bent over to grab a faggot when you started commented on the curvature of my buttocks."
"I would never have noticed how luscious your ass was if you hadn't continuously mentioned the joys of getting stuffed by this damned creature's gargantuan dong."
"I thought you enjoyed my recounting, Moss. Or, at least, that's what your hardened shaft seemed to be telling me."
"You don't understand, Kit! It's clear you've been bewitched. And now your depraved feelings are spreading to me."
"So when you willingly stuck your tongue in my asshole..."
"That's because I was hypnotized by your fiendish rear!"
"And when you told me you loved feeling your dick sliding inside me?"
"I was overtaken by your malign influence!"
Bored, Jax scratched his ballsac, sniffing at the heady bouquet of BO in his armpit.
"You humans are so stupid," he said. "Neither of you have done anything you didn't secretly desire deep down."
And with that, he sprang away into the forest, leaving the annoying youths to bicker with one another.
Jax the satyr pranced through the lovely woods, enjoying the feeling of the wind rustling his curls. Birdsong carried down from the branches and the scent of wildflowers, undergrowth, and ferns filled his nostrils. How lucky he was to be a creature made entirely of carnal desire, thought Jax. There was nothing better than experiencing a steady stream of sexual encounters without having to worry about things like silly human emotions. The chords of an enchanting tune made Jax's ears twitch. Where was that captivating music coming from?
The melody was soft yet ensorcelling, and the satyr found himself being led off in a direction that he hadn't planned to go. Tra-la-la-la-la, went the tune, which seemed to ring in Jax's mind. A fantastic odor, reminiscent of frankincense and dragon's blood, came drifting along on the breeze. Jax sprinted on his strong haunches, the trees becoming a blur, as he closed in on the source of these alluring charms.
In an open dell, the satyr came across three strangers, three human males cavorting entirely in the nude. Each was incredibly handsome and rugged, bearing lovely curvaceous rear ends, perfectly-chiseled torsos, and brawny shoulders and arms. Each was also sporting a large erection, dripping and uncut and smelling sweeter than fine wine to the satyr. As the three men sang and capered around, they would run their hands across each other's strapping bodies, taking turns to nuzzle their lips together and stroke each other's mighty dongs. The music was emerging from a small box on the grass beneath them, with a winding crank that slowly spun, producing the tinkling tune that had so beguiled Jax. Sweet-scented fumes drifted from a censer, tickling Jax's nostrils with their seductive vapor.
"Brothers!" cried the one of the humans, whose complexion was ruddy and whose balls hung especially low. "The ritual has worked. An iniquitous demigod stands before us!"
"What divine grace," whispered his tawny companion, who sported the largest wang. "He is even more astounding than I could have imagined."
"Quickly, brothers," said the one whose hide was cinnamon brown and whose chest and rear were the hairiest Jax had ever seen. "We must assume the position in order to be mounted and blessed by this being."
And with that, all three leaned their bodies over a nearby log, sticking out their muscular buttocks and spreading their cheeks so that Jax had a perfect view of three eager pucks.
"Pick me, oh diabolical one!" said the most hirsute of the three, shaking his mesmerizing hole.
"No, defile me first, oh great potentate of the woods!" cried the one with the most enormous and dripping cock.
"Dear desecrator, please besmirch me with your debased implement!" moaned the last one, his huge nuts quivering back and forth in anticipation.
Licking his long tongue against his lips, Jax approached the fabulous bouquet of asses, wondering which he would corrupt to start with. His hairy-knuckled fingers spread out over the nearest rear end and he could almost taste the delights that lay before him in his salivating mouth. A sharp-toothed grin spread across his face as his nose inhaled the intoxicating aroma of the three eager men. But then, his eye twitched. Something was deeply wrong, Jax realized. His pupils, which normally would start burning red at moments like this, remained dark. What was going on?
"No," whispered Jax. "It can't be."
All at once, he realized what was disturbing him, the same thought that had caused him consternation during his coupling with Kit and his friend. Jax was a corruptor, but these men were begging for his perverted ministrations. That wasn't depravity. It was merely sex.
"Pffah!" spit out Jax. "A curse be upon all three of you!"
And with that, he dashed off into the woods as quickly as he could. Shaking his horned head, the satyr tried to erase from his mind these last strange episodes. Luckily, he was a creature of the moment and after a few fleeting thoughts, he'd decided that there was nothing to them. His life had experience not a drop of change; things were the same as they ever were.
Case in point, a new scent that entered his sensitive nostrils: tanned leather, snowy peaks, pungent herbs. There was something familiar about it as well, something that Jax couldn't quite place yet knew would lead him to a delightful encounter. Skipping onward, he parted a dense set of low branches and witnessed a beautiful sight.
Clear running river water fell over lichen-covered rocks, trickling down into a wide and magnificent lake. Along the shore lay a pair of breeches, a dirty shirt, and a twinkling golden necklace and charm. And there, bathing in the shallow waters, was an older yet stunning man with close-cropped silver hair and a scar running across his right eye. It was Kit's father, the man who had banished him from the village the other day, cupping his hands and pouring the alimental lake water across his deeply-muscled body. The human's chest was broad and brawny, with a tuft of silver fur emerging between his hefty pecs. His arms were thick, like tree trunks, and sinewy from many years of manual labor. His heaving shoulders complemented his full-bosomed ass cheeks and from his loins dangled an incredible prize, a long and luscious uncut organ, quite sizable even in its soft form, nestled among wiry hairs that covered his massive and pendulous nuts. Even though he was bathing, the man continued to emit a potent stank from his armpits and nether regions, one that worked like a perfume on Jax. The satyr approached the banks of the lake, kicking aside the man's clothing and the golden plough-shaped charm, sigil of the Harvest God, that had been previously used to ward him off.
Hearing the tinkling of the talisman in the bushes, the ravishing man turned towards Jax. A gruff look passed over his face. He realized he was caught.
"Hello, human," said Jax, his voice full of merriment.
The man said nothing.
"How funny to come across you here like this." The satyr laughed a laugh that sounded like ringing chimes.
"What do you want?" replied the man.
Jax grinned from doe-ear to doe-ear. "I believe you know."
Again, the man said nothing.
Not waiting any longer, Jax moved towards the enticing specimen before him. His own colossal dong was already rising with lust, a steady stream of magical pre-cum leaking from its gigantic uncut dick-tip. The satyr's pits and balls were giving off a provocative scent, one that was having an effect on the silver-haired man, causing his hairy nuts to contract ever so slightly, his thick prong to engorge just a bit.
"You can't fight me," said Jax, delighted.
"I'm aware," responded the man.
"Then you should simply submit."
"Why would I do that, demon?"
"Ahahaha!" chortled Jax. "That's just what I wanted to hear."
Springing on his powerful haunches, the satyr leaped into the air. Taking his chances, the well-built man bolted toward the bank, his strapping calves glistening from the effort. But of course Jax had anticipated the move and his vault was perfectly calculated to come down atop the man. Crashing to the ground, the satyr pinned the man upon the shore, his upper half out on the sandy banks, his lower half still licked by the clear shallow water. Jax held the man's wrists and pressed his weight down on the man's legs, watching his quarry struggle, those biceps bulging, those incredibly chiseled abs flexing. Jax's eyes glowed like embers in a fire.
"Don't you see," said the satyr in plangent tones, "that you're already responding to my charms?"
Looking down, the silver-haired man saw that he was now fully erect, his prodigious cock pressed directly against Jax's even larger implement, the both of them spurting copious quantities of raw ball nectar as their nuts rubbed together. The man narrowed his scarred eye and grimaced.
"That's only because of your unwholesome influence," he said. "I would never willingly partake in such depraved acts."
"Mmmhhmmm," said Jax gleefully. "Tell me more about how debased this encounter is for you."
Saying nothing, the man spit upward at the satyr.
Jax stuck out his tongue and smiled. "My word, you're a feisty one. And such a large pecker. Not sure if I've ever seen one that big on a human before."
"Quit teasing me, fiend!" cried the man. "Just do what you will and then leave me be."
"All in good time, mortal. But first, you must submit."
"Never! I will never allow myself to willingly be begrimed by your behavior."
"What music to my ears," said Jax, his eyes glowing even brighter and redder than before.
Of course, the satyr had ways of bewitching the man and he lowered the extremely thick bush of his armpit over the man's nose. Coughing, the man tried to shake his head but Jax's astonishingly potent scent overwhelmed his senses and soon the satyr could feel the body below him slacken, the fight slowly melting from the man's soul.
"Come now," said Jax, moving his crotch closer to the dupe's face. "Take your reward."
The satyr's monumental dong sailed past the man's lips, diving deep into his throat and choking him with its mighty dimensions. Jax held the man's head and bucked his hips wildly, face-fucking the man with all his might and laughing as his hairy nutsac smacked the man across the chin over and again.
"Ye gods, how marvelous your mouth is," said Jax, throwing back his horned head and fully giving himself up to the sensations emanating from his loins. His rapid beating of the man's face with his unbelievable goat cock face grew even more rabid as bleats of absolute joy emanated from his chest.
Unexpectedly, the strapping man on the receiving end of Jax's assault reached up a hand and began to dance it along the satyr's inconceivably hairy ass. Jax hooted as the man dove two fingers right into his sensitive puck and began to stimulate the satyr's tender inner channel. This caused Jax's amorousness to raise to an even higher level than before and he felt himself nearing an edge. Before he could control himself, Jax achieved an exhilarating orgasm, ejecting a preposterous abundance of supernatural spunk right into the man's throat and shuddering as the jizm came leaking out around the man's dong-stuffed lips.
"NNNNNNHHHH!" groaned the satyr, panting for a moment before grinning again. "I see what you did there. Of course, your plan could only backfire, my sweet precious human."
For Jax understood that the man, long experienced in the ways of love, had thought that bringing the satyr to climax would end his ordeal. But for a creature such as himself, one created out of lust and in constant need to emptying his balls, there was no such thing as completion. Jax's gigantic prong remained rock hard as he pulled it out of the man's mouth and smacked him across the cheeks several times. Having consumed a substantial load of mystical goat cream, the man was now even more in thrall to the satyr and he put up no further fight as Jax flipped him over on the banks of the lake and positioned himself behind the man.
"Ooooohhhhh what a delightful treasure you have here," said Jax, drooling as he looked down at the man's ass. The prize was truly staggering, perfectly sculpted and muscular, amply fuzzy, in particular in the crack and around the hole, and just about the most mouth-watering thing imaginable to the satyr. Without waiting, he began to toss the man's salad like there was no tomorrow.
"Hhhnnnn! Hhhhnnn!" whimpered the man as Jax's long tongue opened up his fundament.
"Mhhhmmmm," moaned Jax, sliding his lingual implement ever further into the man, his eyes glowing so hot that red light shone from beneath his lids even when they were closed. The satyr knew that this sort of carnal action was among the most forbidden and yet pleasurable to folks of the forest.
"Please....." wept the man.
"Please what?" asked Jax, removing his mouth for a moment from the needy puck.
"Please stop...."
"Ah... well I'm not so sure that's what you mean anymore. Perhaps you should try again?"
Jax plopped his massive cock against the man's furry crack. Lobbing some spit on the hole, he began to rub his randy uncut rod back and forth.
"Stop doing this?" Jax asked.
All the man could do was shake his head.
"Or this?" The satyr's humongous dong head entered the man's crack and began to slip ever so slightly into his antechamber.
"Please.... please...." the man said as tears streamed from his eyes.
"Please what, my friend?"
"Please..." The man's voice moved to a whisper. "Please fuck me... please fuck me as hard as you can...."
"OHOHOHOHO!" laughed Jax, his eyes ablaze.
The satyr wasted no time in fulfilling the muscular man's request, his elephantine erection disappearing into the man's snug love tunnel. That pliable puck gave little resistance even as it was stretched to a magnitude it had heretofore never experienced. Jax began banging that bunghole with supreme skill and effort, stimulating every inch of the man's receptive rear with a cock so large that it was comical.
"Nnnnnhhghh!" groaned the man, experiencing heights of pleasure that he had never before considered possible. All at once, the penetrated man began ejaculating, his hole so aroused that it set off his orgasm button.
While continuing to fuck the perfect caboose before him, Jax gathered the man's seed in his palm and licked the delectable prize before placing his semen-slick hand over the man's mouth.
"My you're a dirty one," said Jax, smiling with crimson eyes. "Tell me how much you enjoyed that."
But instead of answering, the man, much like his son before him, achieved a second climax in as many moments, firing off a fresh bequest of hot spunk that sprayed all over his chiseled abs and came dripping down from his body. Enjoying how much he'd corrupted the man, Jax pulled his gargantuan dong out of that snug asshole, flipped the man over, and began banging him in the style of missionaries. With a confused and yet ecstatic look on his face, the man continued cumming, producing spurt after spurt of thick rope that geysered across his broad chest and issued forth to hit Jax's abs, pecs, and even his chin.
"YESSSS," moaned Jax. "You're such a lecherous slut, aren't you?"
The uninterrupted fountain of skeet emerging from the man's raging uncut dick-tip as his asshole was perpetually sundered a supreme heinie reamer told Jax all he needed to know about how blissful the experience was to this previously-unpenetrated stud.
"I need...." began the man, gritting his teeth.
Jax's ear flicked. "Yes??"
"I need..." tried the man again.
The satyr leaned in close as fresh jissom landed on his cheek.
"What do you need, human?"
"I need... to feel your seed... inside me..."
"AHAHAHAH!" cackled Jax. "How corrupted you've become!"
"Do it!" demanded the man.
The satyr grinned. "Perhaps, if you asked nicely..."
"Please..."
"Nicer than that."
"Please, oh iniquitous one!"
"That's closer..."
"Please, oh great and mighty defiler. Fuck me with your incredible implement and deposit your cum inside me!"
"Now we're getting somewhere."
"Oh monumental depraved demigod, whose cock is so magnificent, please bless me with your unholy semen and anoint my asshole with your profane offerings!"
"GNNNHHH," groaned Jax, feeling an impending crest.
"You fiendish rogue, who art so diabolical and so seductive, give me what I most desire, your sacrilegious donation, your blasphemous blast!"
"MMMHHHH!" the satyr said, his tongue hanging from his mouth.
"Bestow upon me your forsaken emissions, your debased dispensations!"
"HRRRMMMM!"
"Give me my greatest need, that licentious load, that deplorable treasure!"
At this point, the glossolalia of a frenzied worshiper issued forth from the man's mouth, a steady stream of unintelligible syllables that mirrored his still-constantly-ejaculating cock. Unable to control himself further, Jax pushed his loins forward with one final thrust, screwed up his scarlet eyes, and began to unburden himself of the desperate sensation in his nutsac by depositing the largest shot he'd ever produced inside the man's consummate booty. Spurt after spurt of enchanted ball sauce erupted from Jax's humongous dong end, flooding the man's back channel and covering his hairy ass in discharge. At the same time, the man produced an ever larger quantity of splooge, his stimulated prostate expelling forth so much sticky cream that both man and satyr became covered in sheets of raw skeet. Jax fell forward upon the man and, finally ending their exertions, the two of them instantly drifted off to sleep with Jax's monstrous gonzo prong still lodged deep inside the man.
When they woke up a short while later, entwined in one another's arms, the man made a disgruntled sound, pushing Jax from him.
"You horrible beast," he said. "How dare you defile me in that way."
The satyr sprang up and, cackling wildly, sprang off into the forest.
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