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Lost in Eros Book II: The Forest – Part 1

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Toshia finds herself in a predicament.

By BradentonLarry – Listen to the Podcast at Steamy

Stories.


NOTE: The events of this series (as a whole) follow

immediately after Lost in Eros Book 1: The Manor. It is strongly
suggested to complete that book first.

Chapter 1

Toshia strained against the cords that held her fast. Her

arms and legs were stretched out against an X-shaped cross, tied securely at
the wrists and ankles. The muscles in her thin, strong arms and her bare legs
pulled and struggled as her lithe, naked torso twisted against the cross. She
had been trying to pull herself loose for what must be an hour now, and was
convinced there was no actual hope that she would free herself. Only fierce
stubbornness drove her to struggle again and again.

At first, her captors had been gathered around Toshia,

laughing at her as she fought futilely against her restraints. They had pinched
and fondled her naked body, not as if they were trying to arouse her, but out
of amusement at her defiant helplessness. They had squeezed and twisted her
nipples, not playfully but cruelly, until tears were rolling down her cheeks.
Hands had crushed her breasts roughly and slapped her face and thighs until her
skin was burning and bright pink. Rude, unloving fingers had been shoved into
her pussy, without intending to excite her, only to violate her. It was
infuriating to her that her body had responded to this intrusion with grasping,
hungry wetness. Although her mind was rebelling against her situation, and the
rest of her body was being so badly mistreated, her vagina – and the damned XYZ
in her veins – was ready for sex. Toshia didn't give in, though, and wouldn't.

That had been the problem. Toshia wouldn't play along, so

they tied her up and put her on display in the middle of this broken down old
castle. They had good fun with that, hauling the kicking and fighting naked
young woman off and holding her down on the cross while they bound her and then
raised the framework to fit into its base. Toshia particularly remembered one
of her tormentors, a big redhead with freckles over her cheeks and nose, who
laughed in Toshia's face and then licked her cheek with a broad, wet tongue.
After a while though, they got tired of abusing her and wandered off to find
other things to do. Now and then someone would pass her by. Sometimes they
would prod, pinch or fondle her body, but more and more they would just walk
by, laughing.

At first she had been happy to realize she'd been taken by

the warrior women. Given her previous experience in Eros, Toshia expected to
find herself in a Sapphic harem, surrounded by playful, horny women. After what
she'd gone through, particularly since being separated from Don and the girls,
the thought of some girl-on-girl action was quite welcome indeed!

As soon as she was dumped out into the courtyard of the

castle and looked around, though, Toshia realized this wasn't going to be any
nice little harem situation. The stones of the courtyard were rough and cold on
her bare skin. The women who stood around her were anything but welcoming. They
looked down at her with various expressions of contempt and amusement. Each of
these warriors was clearly very strong, with well-defined muscles on her arms,
legs and abdomen. Odd pieces of armor were combined with tattered garments to
barely clothe their athletic bodies. Each one held a weapon of some kind,
mostly spears.

"She's a scrawny one," said one of the women with

a sneer.

"No tits to speak of," said another derisively.

Toshia was crouching there in front of them, trying to cover

her nudity for the first time since she and Don had awoken in the Manor.

"I'll bet she didn't put up any fight," one of the

women scowled with distaste.

"What about it, little pup? Did you put up any fight or

did you just let them fuck you until they were done with you?"

Toshia had twisted to get a look at the woman who had asked

her those questions. She saw a tall woman with long jet-black hair and icy blue
eyes looking down at her. The woman's expression gave the impression that she
smelled something particularly rank.

Toshia tried to think of what to say, but was distracted

when she felt the butt of a spear shoved under her behind, and a voice saying,
"I'll bet they screwed her ass too."

The blue-eyed woman kept watching Toshia, as the woman

behind her shoved the spear harder, pushing Toshia up to a kneeling position.
Another woman asked, "Well, what is it, girl, did the goats fuck your
ass?"

"She's blushing," laughed one of them. "I'll

bet she liked getting fucked in the ass by the goats."

The blue-eyed woman smiled wryly and said, "As if you

don't like a good ass-fucking, Wanda."

"Well, yeah, but not from a goat!" Wanda

protested.

They all laughed at this, but Toshia didn't feel any more

comfortable. The woman with the black hair and blue eyes was still looking down
at her contemptuously.

"What are we going to do with the scrawny little bitch,

then," one of the women asked.

"Give her to the men?"

"It doesn't look like she can fight, so what else is

she good for? She's too skinny to be any fun."

"I don't know," said the blue-eyed woman

haughtily. She reached out and caught Toshia's chin in a strong grip. She
turned Toshia's head to the right and left, looking at her face coldly.
"She's kind of cute."

Cute!? Toshia suddenly realized how incredibly pissed

she was. Things hadn't been going exactly well for days but she'd put up with
it, thinking that Don and the others would turn up and get her out of this
mess. Toshia was nothing if not a good sport; she hadn't actually been hurt and
she'd managed to have fun in the process, but somehow a line had been crossed.
This bunch of obnoxious women was too much to put up with nicely. A simmering
rage welled up in Toshia's breast.

The cold woman in front of her seemed to see the fury in

Toshia's eyes. She smiled cruelly and said, "What do you say, little pup,
will you be a good little pet for me?"

"Fuck you!" Toshia spat.

The smack came from somewhere off to the right and batted

Toshia's head to the left. A spear shaft came down hard across her bare back, stinging
like fire and knocking her forward onto her hands and knees.

"Show respect, you skinny bitch!" said an angry

voice.

Toshia glowered at the gray stone in front of her, thinking

furiously,I'll be damned if I'm going to be anyone's fucking cute little
pet! Then she saw a sandaled foot extended under her face. It moved upward
and Toshia lifted her head to avoid making contact.

"There, there," said the blue-eyed woman.

"I'm sure she'll behave now that she understands that she'll be punished
if she doesn't. Right, little pup?"

Toshia glared up at the woman and said nothing.

"She's a wild one," a blonde woman with braids on

both sides of her head, and who looked more than a little like a valkyrie to
Toshia, said cheerfully. "Better watch yourself, Daphne."

The blue-eyed woman, Daphne, sneered coldly and said,

"Don't be ridiculous, Brigit. She'll be a good little pet for me, won't
you, pup? Show the girls you'll play nice and kiss my foot."

Toshia was keenly aware of the fact that she was surrounded

by a gang of big bullies with sticks and worse, but she was past caring. She
pushed herself up so that she was kneeling on her haunches and said, "I'll
tell you what, I'll kiss your foot right after you kiss my ass."

The blonde, Brigit, thought this was very funny, and Toshia

thought some of the others laughed a little too, but again she was smacked –
this time so hard that she tasted blood.

Daphne, who wasn't laughing at all, then said, "It

looks like the pup needs to be house-broken, ladies. Let's see how she likes
being tied to the cross."

So, Toshia was woman-handled until and after she was tied up

and put on display in the middle of what seemed to be an ancient, decrepit
hall. Fortunately, the women had tired of tormenting her, but they made no move
to release her.

Toshia pulled again, straining all the muscles in her lithe

body against the bonds restraining her left wrist, trying to pull her hand
through. She felt the wood of the cross against her back and butt. It seemed as
if she would pull her hand off the end of her arm, or at the very least
dislocate her shoulder, but nothing gave. She sagged, breathless, against the
big X, hanging from her restraints. Toshia resigned herself to waiting until
they untied her.

In the meantime, she thought back to her adventures since

she and Don had come to Eros, both in the Manor and since that day, about a
week ago, when they had left the Manor and headed out into the forest. She knew
reliving some of those events would make her horny, in spite of her situation,
but thoughts of her life before coming to Eros would only depress her further.
In any case, there was little doubt that the XYZ would have her horny soon
anyway.

Chapter 2

The Rite: centaurs & witches & crones (oh my!)

Right after leaving the Manor Don found himself in strange

company. It wasn't the fact that he was accompanied by four sexy women (each of
whom he had slept with, sometimes with the active assistance of the others),
including the love of his life and best friend Toshia. Nor was it the fact that
two of those women had no memory beyond when they had awakened here in this
strange place. Rather it was the presence of the amiable centaur, Ralph, who
made the situation so surreal. They had gathered around Ralph in the shade of
the first trees on the edge of the lawn spread out in front of the Manor.

"Well, we call this the forest," Ralph answered

Toshia's question.

"No," she insisted, "what do you call

everything -- the place where the forest is?"

"The world? Oh, you mean Eros," Ralph laughed.

"People call the world Eros sometimes."

"Naturally," Don shrugged, smiling across to

Toshia.

"OK," Toshia tried to resume her explanation,

"Don, Nicole and I aren't from Eros. We come from a place called Earth,
and we would like to get home."

Ralph frowned and scratched under his long, dark beard. His

equine tail swished a bit too. Then, he said, "I can't say that I've ever
heard of this 'Earth' place, and I've traveled extensively throughout the world
-- Eros. Oh, would you mind scratching right there, dear?"

Amy, who had utterly failed to resist the urge to caress

Ralph's strong flanks, obliged him by scratching at his brown hindquarter where
her hand had been.

"Well," Don tried, "if you wanted to find a

way to Earth, is there someone you would ask for help?"

"Hmm," Ralph said as his forehead creased with his

thought. "I suppose the first place one could try is the Witches of the
Glen. Perhaps they could summon the Crone. She is very wise. If anyone knows
anything about this 'Earth' it's likely to be... That's very distracting, my
dear."

"It certainly is!" Shelonda said. She had knelt

down next to Ralph and was caressing his prodigious sex organ, which was,
naturally enough, responding to the attention.

Don wondered if the native fauna responded to the XYZ in the

same way the human transplants did. He apologized to Ralph, saying, "I'm
sorry. My friends have never encountered one of your kind."

"I appreciate that," Ralph said. "It's just

that it's been a while since I've been with a mare."

"There aren't many centaurs around?" Don asked.

"No... not too many..."

By now Amy and Nicole had joined Shelonda in caressing and

stroking Ralph's large phallus. Toshia was watching them with an expression
that seemed a violent mixture of curiosity, shock and titillation. Don almost laughed
at her reddening face. He saw that Amy was now kneeling on the ground with both
her hands on the column of horse flesh pointing at her face, pumping her hands
back and forth on it. Meanwhile, Shelonda and Nicole were similarly stroking
Ralph's cock. Don thought it was fortunate for everyone concerned that they
hadn't come across an actual horse.

"Oh my!" Ralph breathed. Then a deluge of white

cum erupted from him, virtually covering Amy's face and front. Pearly droplets
splattered everywhere.

Shelonda was able to say "Wow!" in the moment

before a second bucket full of cum shot out of Ralph and onto Amy's face, and
then there was a third much smaller one, followed by a stream that drizzled
out. Nicole reached out and caught some of this in her cupped palm, and brought
it up to her mouth, only to pronounce it "Yummy!"

The girls on the ground proceeded to giggle and laugh as

they scooped centaur cum off Amy and slurped it down. Toshia watched this for a
moment, until she saw Don watching her with amusement, and then said, "Oh,
what the hell?" and got down to join in the fun.

"I hope that wasn't too rude of them," Don said to

Ralph.

"Oh, no -- not at all!" Ralph laughed. "It

was a bit kinky, you know. I've never been pleasured by such tiny females, but
I'm certainly not complaining."

"Well, good," Don smiled. "Now, I was

wondering if you could help us find these Witches of the Glen that you
mentioned."

Once the women managed to finish playing with Ralph's cum

and to clean Amy up a bit, the centaur led them through the forest at a pretty
brisk pace. Don was happy that he was a good hiker. The women took turns
getting rides on Ralph's back, and took the opportunity to bring themselves to
loud orgasms along the way. At first Toshia seemed shocked by the fact that Amy
and then Shelonda were so openly grinding themselves against Ralph's spine and
then so obviously coming, but, after Nicole took her turn, Toshia climbed up
and enjoyed the ride for all it was worth. Don watched her bowing her head
against Ralph's shoulder blades as she gasped and sighed with her orgasm, and
smiled to himself. It was good to see her enjoying herself so thoroughly. For
his part, Ralph said he was happy to return the favor done him as much as
possible. Amy, however, insisted that she was unconvinced that there wasn't
some further way in which Ralph could be of service to the ladies.

Don found himself a bit happy when they came upon the glade

they were seeking before Amy could put any of her ideas to the test. He sensed
that Ralph was a bit relieved too.

They were on a cleared hilltop high over the rest of the

forest, sloping dark green all around them. The sun was sinking toward the
horizon. In the center of the glade were a large stone altar and a large
arrangement of wood, ready to become a bonfire. Off to the side, against the
tree line, was a large tent of crimson cloth. Ralph led them toward this tent.

Before they got there, though, or even called out, a flap

was tossed aside and a beautiful woman in a dark red robe stepped out and said,
"Hello, and welcome."

She had a thick mane of yellow and gold hair falling to her

shoulders in an unruly tumult. She looked the party over with eyes of light
blue-gray and a knowing smile. "My name is Cassandra, how may we help
you?"

"Hello Cassandra, I'm Don, and this is Toshia, Nicole,

Shelonda, Amy and Ralph."

"It's good to see you again, Ralph," Cassandra

smiled. Her voice was musical, friendly and confident -- in short, extremely
sexy. "Thank you for guiding our new friends here."

"It was an honor, mistress," Ralph bowed.

"More than that," she winked, "judging from

the smell of things."

"An honor and a pleasure," he smiled back at her.

"I am glad," she nodded. Then, turning to Don, she

asked, "How may we help you, Don?"

"Toshia, Nicole and I seek a way to leave Eros and

return to our home, Earth," Don explained. "Ralph suggested that you
could help us find someone who could tell us how to do that."

"The Crone," Ralph added.

"Ah, yes," Cassandra nodded, taking all of this in

with apparent simple acceptance. "I see. We could perform the summoning
rite, though you will have to help. We will need a fresh offering for the
guardian of the portal, and then there will be a price to be paid to the Crone
as well."

"What sort of offering and price?" Toshia asked.

She had dismounted from Ralph's back and stood next to Don.

"Oh nothing quite so dire as you might imagine,"

Cassandra smiled enigmatically. "Any of you young ladies will do, though I
suggest you or Nicole would be most fitting."

"Fine," Toshia said firmly, "as long as it's

nothing life-threatening, I'll do it."

"Wonderful," Cassandra nodded. "And you, Don,

will have to pay the Crone's price. Surely you will be as brave as your
companion."

"Of course," Don nodded, very much conscious of

the fact that he was nowhere near as sure of himself as Toshia seemed to be.

Cassandra smiled at them both and then turned to the tent

behind her and called, "Come on everyone, we have to get ready to summon
the Crone!"

There were excited exclamations from the tent, followed by a

dozen men and women all wearing robes just like Cassandra's. They busied
themselves immediately around the firewood and the altar. Don would have paid
more attention to what they were doing, but Ralph took this moment to say,
"Well, I will leave you in Cassandra's capable hands, then."

"You won't stay to see what the Crone says?" Don

asked.

"No," Ralph shook his head. "I want to find

myself a mare as soon as possible, and, to be honest, these magical rites are a
bit too intense for me."

"Are we safe here?" Don asked in a hushed voice.

"Oh, yes!" Ralph laughed. "Cassandra's a

sweet, kind person. She won't let any harm come to you, but ... well, it's just
going to be intense, that's all. It all gives me the willies. Anyway, good
luck!"

The girls all bid Ralph goodbye, and then he trotted off

into the forest, which was already quite dark in the dusk.

"Please, Toshia, come with me," Cassandra said.

While they went into the tent, a pair of red-robed women came up to Nicole and
Shelonda and led them off toward the fire area. A tall young man approached Don
and said, "Sir, if you will accompany me."

Don followed the man to a wooden chair that had been set off

to the side, with a clear view of the altar without actually being close to it.
The young man said, "During the rite, you will sit here until the Crone
summons you. Do not participate in the ritual at all until that time. It is
very important that you save yourself for the Crone. If you do not, she will
know and be displeased."

"Okay," Don nodded. "Sit in the chair and

don't have any fun -- got it."

"Oh, and remove your clothing."

"Um, all right," Don said. After disrobing and

putting his few items of clothing, and his staff, on the ground next to the
chair, Don sat down and tried to make himself comfortable, watching the robed
witches go about their preparations. He wasn't surprised to note that everyone
in what he was thinking of as the coven was in good shape, even though they
seemed to represent a spectrum of different ages, from quite young -- like
Nicole or Shelonda -- to as old as in their sixties, if Don was any judge of
such things. Knowing what he now knew about Eros, though, Don realized that
each of these people could be much older than their appearance would indicate,
thanks to the rejuvenating powers of the XYZ they drank as water.

After the sun set Don was left alone in the clearing, as the

others all disappeared into the big tent. Eventually, the group came out in a
solemn procession -- one by one -- with Cassandra in the lead. Toshia came
second and was wearing a white robe. The entire group made a circle around the
pile of firewood, and most of them began to sing some sort of hymn the words of
which Don couldn't make out. This went on for several minutes, until, abruptly,
Cassandra raised her hands high over her head, and the wood in front of her
burst into flame.

Well, that was certainly a neat trick, Don thought to

himself. He caught himself, though, and tried to make a point of not being
quite so skeptical as usual. After all, we're trying to play along with this
world's rules here. Maybe things won't work if I've got the wrong attitude.

The witches had stopped singing now, and Cassandra took

Toshia by the hand and walked her over to stand with her back to the stone
altar; the other witches, along with Nicole, Shelonda and Amy, closed the gap
in the circle. Facing Toshia, Cassandra raised her arms, with her palms up to
the sky, and called out, "O wise mother who guides us and watches over us,
we beseech thee to join us this night that the travelers among us may share in
the gift of your knowledge and beauty."

The witches around the bonfire repeated Cassandra's words,

and four of the men lit torches in the fire and placed them in holes Don hadn't
noticed before. These torches were positioned about a meter from each corner of
the altar. When the men returned to the circle, Cassandra reached out to caress
Toshia's face lovingly. She called out, "O guardian of the portal, we
offer you this supplicant who comes seeking knowledge and will give you that
which you most desire."

Then, Cassandra untied the simple knot at the base of

Toshia's throat that held the white robe closed. Toshia shrugged the robe off
her shoulders and stood there naked in the firelight. If she was frightened or
anxious Don could not see it in her expression or posture. Instead, she stood
proudly, with her shoulders back and head high. To Don it seemed that it was
Toshia, not Cassandra, who was the high priestess of this affair.

As the witches around the fire began a low chant, Cassandra

took Toshia by the hand and led her to the foot of the altar, and up a set of
steps Don hadn't seen earlier. Toshia gently knelt down on the altar and then
turned around and lied down upon her back on the cold stone. Don was fascinated
to see her bare, pale flesh in the flickering orange and yellow light. He
experienced a strong desire to go to the altar then and ravish Toshia even if
it did mess up the rite. Instead, he forced himself to sit still in his wooden
chair, and kept watching intently.

Cassandra moved around to the opposite side of the altar,

away from the bonfire, and produced a large pitcher that seemed to be made of
clay. The witch proceeded to pour water over Toshia's naked body. From the
sharp gasp and sudden tightening of her muscles, Don could tell Toshia had not
expected this, but she lay still on the altar. When she'd emptied the pitcher
over Toshia, Cassandra set the pitcher out of the way on the ground somewhere
behind the altar, and then leaned over the naked, wet offering and kissed her
on the lips.

Cassandra came around the altar and joined the circle of

chanting witches. Once she was there, the group slowly began to move around the
fire. The chanting became a bit more rhythmic, and the witches started to move
almost as if they were dancing. One by one, each of the participants broke away
from the circle to approach the altar and kiss Toshia on the lips. When they
had kissed her, each one dropped his or her robe to the ground in front of the
altar before returning to the circle. Nicole, Shelonda and Amy each took their
turn in this kissing and disrobing ritual, as if they had done this kind of
thing many times. As this went on, with an increasing number of naked chanting,
dancing celebrants, the rhythm and pace of the chant very slowly rose. The
dancers were now holding hands or had their arms around each other's waists.
Finally, only Cassandra still wore her robe, so she returned to the altar,
kissed Toshia again and exposed her own naked body to the fire-lit night. This
seemed to be a signal to the others, for the chanting shifted to a much more
rhythmic cant, and Don swore there were now deep, distant drums keeping the
beat.

As soon as Cassandra returned to the circle, the dancing

around the fire became more playful. Now sweaty bodies glistened in the orangey
light. Don saw Amy moving along between two men, in each hand a stiff cock,
while their hands groped her body. Shelonda passed by with a lovely young woman
trying to get her mouth on Shelonda's beautiful heaving bosom. Nicole had
allowed a man to catch her from behind and the two of them managed to move
around the circle while he kissed the back of her neck and reached around to
run his hands over her front. Cassandra danced past with the wanton sensuality
of a belly dancer and a certain regal bearing, somehow both reveling in the
energy of the rite and aloof from the playfulness rapidly spreading around the
circle. The air seemed to be throbbing with the rhythm of the ritual chant, and
the heat of the fire and rising eroticism flooded the night. Don looked over to
the altar and saw that Toshia had begun to writhe on the stone. Her hands moved
over her upper body and her legs rubbed against each other as she felt the aura
of lust pulsing from the fire and the dancers. Don watched as she moved her
left hand down between her legs, and he had little doubt what she was doing
there. As for himself, Don's cock was lying thick on his thigh, growing harder
as the rite progressed.

Looking back to the fire, Don saw that the dancing had now

stopped, though the chanting and the unseen drums continued on. The witches and
company were giving in to their desires. Nearby, backlit by the fire, Nicole,
had fallen to her hands and knees, and the man who had been following her so
closely was now even closer -- fucking her from behind. Don was unsurprised to
see that Amy was kneeling between her two men sucking one cock while stroking
the other, and then switching. He couldn't see Shelonda, but figured she must
be on the other side of the fire. He could see Cassandra, though, straddling a
muscular young man, her head thrown back and her breasts thrust up in the night
air as she rode him.

When he turned his attention back to the altar, Don was

surprised to see that a strange dark figure was standing there at Toshia's
feet. Don almost sprang from his chair, but somehow managed to remember what he
had been told, and resolved to sit still and wait. The figure, which Don
presumed must be the guardian of the portal, was hard to discern at first, only
a darker shadow in the night, but as Don concentrated it resolved into a tall,
distinctly masculine form. Don was sure the shadowy "man" had long
horns springing out of its forehead and sweeping back over its head. Toshia
didn't seem to notice the creature's presence until it reached out to touch her
ankle; the jet black hand seemed more like a talon at first, but then just a
hand with long fingers. Toshia looked down to see the figure at her feet, but
didn't seem frightened or even surprised. Don could see that she said
something, but if there was any reply he could not tell -- he couldn't make out
any features of the guardian's face, though he had the distinct impression that
there were two fiery eyes of dark red in the shadows. Toshia parted her legs for
the darkness and Don watched the claw-like hands moving over her relatively
pale skin. As the shadow rose up and lowered itself over her, Toshia's hands
left her own body and reached out for the dark shape. Her back arched as the
shadows enveloped her. Don found it hard to focus on what was going on atop the
altar. At one moment he saw Toshia with her head thrown back and a black
creature with its mouth on her neck, and the next there was an almost billowing
shadow enveloping her. Then there was a glimpse of her thighs and butt as they
flexed while she was fucking the shadow enthusiastically. Her torso strained
and tensed, and a mouth with sharp teeth was on her white breast. And then
darkness swirled around her.

Don was aware that all around the fire the orgy had become

general, even though the chanting and the sound of drums went on. He knew that
Nicole was now on her back while a new man was between her legs, thrusting with
nearly crazed lust. He knew that Amy was being fucked from behind while she took
a cock in her mouth. He knew that Cassandra was passionately kissing one of her
female subordinates, while another suckled at her tits and reached down to play
with her, all while still riding her initial partner. Don could feel his
untouched cock, straining painfully in its excited, engorged state. However, he
could not seem to look away from the altar. Though he couldn't hear anything
but chanting, drums and the moaning of the witches, he was sure Toshia was
crying out in a long, hard orgasm. He could tell the shadowy creature on top of
her was not finished, though.

"No," said a voice next to him, "he will not

be finished anytime soon. His need is ... special."

Don looked up to see a woman with long white hair swept away

from her face and down her back. She was watching the altar with a smile on her
thin, red lips. Her dark eyes sparkled in the firelight as she went on, saying,
"His phallus is so very hard, like a thing of steel wrapped in a tight
sheath of leather. Not as big as one might imagine, but so, so hard, almost
painful to touch, until it fills you and you feel his need becoming your
own."

She was thin, but tautly muscular, and stood confidently and

comfortably next to Don. She wore a black sleeveless shift, bound around her
narrow waist with a silver cord.

"What is his need?" Don finally managed to ask.

Her features were sharp and aristocratic, but her smile was

friendly as she looked down at him and said, "Sex, obviously, but not like
you or them, or her. The guardian feeds off the carnal pleasure of others,
particularly the woman with whom he is engaged -- but especially if she's new
to him. The energy he draws from her orgasm makes it possible for me to come to
you. He will couple with her as long as she can take it, drawing sustenance
from her orgasms, and the lust of the others. He does not couple for release,
though, but for the reverse. If he comes, which is quite rare, it will be a
fiery jet of liquid ecstasy filling up her body -- every fiber."

"A fiery jet?"

She looked down at him again and smiled warmly, "Don't

fear; I was being poetic."

Don smiled back, "And your need?"

She held out her hand, and Don took it and brought it to his

lips, kissing her palm. She laughed and said, "Come with me, Don."

A Covin of Witches Desire Toshia.

Don stood and moved around his chair, following the white

haired woman toward the large red tent. He stole one more glance over his
shoulder and saw that Toshia had been pulled to the foot of the altar; her legs
were wrapped around the column of deep shadow that stood over her there, her
hands were on her breasts and her head lolled to the side with eyes tightly
closed. Don imagined that the guardian of the portal was fucking her vigorously
with his steely cock.

He looked back to the woman leading him, who was looking

back at him with an amused smile.

Don said, "I didn't see a portal."

"The portal is somewhat metaphorical. Cassandra called

to me and the guardian, the guardian came, then Toshia came in the other sense,
which made it possible for me to come to you."

"So he's really not a guardian, but more of a

conductor."

She laughed as she drew aside the flap of the tent and

pulled him inside. "Yes, that is perhaps a more apt description."

The tent was lit by a number of candles, and was sumptuously

appointed with large, soft carpets and many pillows.

"And you are hardly what I would call a 'crone',"

Don smiled, admiring the cool beauty of her face and the lithe sexuality of her
form.

"It's a title, not a description," she answered as

she untied the silver cord cinching her gown about her narrow waist.
"However, if you would prefer a different appearance..."

She changed abruptly into an ancient, toothless hag,

straight out of a stereotypical fairy-tale, or Macbeth. She laughed
harshly and said, "Perhaps not, though. What about this? Something more
befitting the images conjured up in your mind by the rite you witnessed so
patiently."

She was now a pale woman in a white nightgown. Thick dark

hair fell in a tumult down around her shoulders. Her eyes were dark and glowing
with a feral lust. Her full lips parted to show long, sharp canines, and were
red with blood -- blood that covered her chin and had splattered all over her
generous cleavage. Don immediately recalled his fevered teenage fantasies and
felt his cock strain despite the obvious danger of the situation.

"Or maybe you would prefer I took the appearance of

someone more familiar," she said with Toshia's mouth. Don watched as
Toshia shrugged out of the black shift the Crone was wearing, to reveal the
slim body he had lately come to know so well.

Don was both taken aback by these sudden transformations and

now completely convinced that there was more to all of the evening's events
that clever tricks. He swallowed and managed to say, "No, your original
appearance was more than satisfactory."

"Ah, thank you," she smiled, and stood before him

as she was before, though now naked. Her breasts were not large, but firm for a
woman of her apparent age, and the rest of her body was obviously fit and trim.
She reached out to take his hand again and drew him to her.

As Don's arms slipped around her unusually cool body, her

hand took his straining cock in a strong grip. When their lips met and his
tongue slipped into her mouth, Don found himself suddenly remembering his first
kiss with remarkable clarity. Then he was reliving the moment he lost his
virginity (in the basement of his teenage home), the time he had had sex with
his girlfriend while another couple were doing it only feet away (in a cheap
motel), the time he had slept with a certifiably unhinged woman who was also a
completely uninhibited wildcat in bed, the first and second of the threesomes
he had enjoyed, and every other memorable sexual moment from his life before
the Manor. The memories flooded through his mind in vivid detail, as the Crone
kissed him passionately, sucking on his tongue and stroking his cock in her
tight grasp. He felt himself being pulled down to the sea of soft pillows as
scenes from his time in the Manor played out in his mind. He remembered waking
up next to Toshia in that strange bedroom, the wild, unexpected encounter with
the Nymphets (including the first time he'd seen Toshia come), the sexual
escapades involved in that dodge ball game (including seeing Toshia fucking the
Player), the orgiastic ball, the night with the Lady, the first time he and
Toshia had sex, watching and participating in Toshia's little gangbang in the
second floor corridor, the wild night in the Disco, and the orgy in the steam
room, and many other intense erotic memories swept through his mind. Don felt
himself entering the Crone's surprisingly hot and wet vagina. The strong grip
was no surprise.

Still reliving his wilder sexual memories in exceptionally

vivid detail, Don held on to the strong but slender woman beneath him and
fucked. He fucked her both as if it was the only thing he could imagine doing
and as if his life depended upon it. He felt as if his cock was penetrating
deeper into the Crone than was physically possible. Her muscles squeezed and
pulled at him with incredible dexterity and strength. The vision of Toshia
being taken on top of the stone altar was in his mind when Don began to come.

To say this was the most intense orgasm of Don's life would

be a severe understatement. The cum boiled out of his balls and shot out of him
into the Crone in a gushing torrent. He shoved into her and continued to pump
jet after jet of cum. He felt her arms and legs wrap around him, pulling him
tighter to him, even as her pussy squeezed and pulled at his cock. He thought for
a moment that it felt that there were more than just two arms and two legs
holding him to her. He opened his eyes and saw the Crone looking at him with a
cool, happy smile on her lips. Don felt the orgasm slowly subsiding but then
that preternaturally skilled pussy pulled him on, and he was squirting still
more cum into her. When he could no longer pump any cum, it seemed that her
pussy went on sucking it from him. The ecstasy of coming became a frightening
overdose of pleasure and then a painful ordeal as what seemed like minutes
passed and he was drained of cum.

He groaned wordlessly, and surrendered to the blackness of

unconsciousness.

Don had no idea how long he was out before he felt the Crone

caressing his face with her cool fingers and kissing his lips lightly. When he
opened his eyes, she was smiling down at him.

"You seek the Sage of the Tower," she said.

"Go down into the valley and follow the river there to its source, and you
will find the Tower."

"Oh, but wha-?" he tried.

"Shush," she smiled, "that is all you need to

know. Thank you for your gift, Don."

Don thought he should say "my pleasure" but he

wasn't sure if that was true, and in any case he was already falling asleep.

Chapter 3

Toshia Saved & Caught; rough sex in the forest

Like Don had done a week earlier, while he was with the

Crone, Toshia found herself reliving the erotic adventures she had had since
waking up in the Manor. The sounds of the warrior women feasting and carousing
nearby only taunted her with the thought that someone might remember her and
bring her some food and water. Her deliberate mental game of remembering her
time in Eros while she hung tied to the big, wooden X-cross served to distract
her from not only her hunger and thirst but also from her frustration and dejection
at being in this predicament. These depressing thoughts reminded her of the day
...Was it three days ago already?

She must have been very close to drowning, her vision

darkening and her temples pounding, when the strong slender arms had slipped around
her from behind and she was hoisted up to the surface of the river. She had
gulped air into her lungs desperately, and allowed herself to be drawn to
shore. Too weak from struggling against the current, Toshia was limp and
useless as she was hauled up onto the sandy bank. She lay there gasping, until
she felt soft feminine hands brushing the wet hair out of her face. When she
opened her eyes, she saw a beautiful young woman with big eyes of blue-green
and long straight hair of emerald green looking down at her with concern.

"Thank you for saving me," Toshia finally managed.

The green-haired girl smiled at her with full inviting lips.

She touched Toshia's lips with light fingertips. She licked her own as she
traced the outline of Toshia's lips. She looked over Toshia's naked, wet body,
and Toshia raised her head enough to see that the girl was also naked and,
obviously, wet. She seemed to be very thin, but strong, and quite pale.

The girl looked back at Toshia's face and smiled again, and

Toshia thought this smile was a bit friendlier now. Well, this is Eros,
after all, Toshia thought to herself. It's probably customary to
sleep with anyone who saves your life.

As if she could read Toshia's mind, the girl leaned in

closer, brushing Toshia's skin with her wet hair, and kissed her mouth
tentatively. The girl's lips and tongue were cool and moist, and Toshia found
herself returning the gentle kiss happily. After only minutes earlier thinking
that she was about to drown, this interlude was a most welcome turn of events.
Toshia slipped her arms around her rescuer and held her body against her own.
For some time, they lay there on the wet ground, kissing each other
languorously. Then, with a smile, the green-haired girl pulled away a little
and then moved a bit lower, so she could kiss her way down the curve of
Toshia's breast. Toshia shuddered as the girl took her nipple and sucked on it.
Toshia parted her legs in anticipation as she felt the girl's hand moving up
along the inside of her thigh.

Suddenly, though, the girl raised her head and looking into

the nearby tree line with obvious alarm. In another second, Toshia heard the
sound of someone coming toward them through the undergrowth.

"It's OK, that's just my friends looking for me,"

Toshia smiled at the girl, who immediately shook her head and pulled away from
Toshia's embrace. Toshia took the moment to look around a bit more carefully
and realized that she was quite a bit downriver from where she had fallen in
and, moreover, on the wrong side. It couldn't possibly be Don and the others
making all that noise in the woods.

Toshia looked warily at the woods, and then back to the girl

who had saved her life. She was alarmed to see the green-haired waif diving
back into the water.

"Wait!" Toshia called as she scrambled to her

feet.

"Oh, damn!" said a masculine voice behind her.

"She got away!"

"Of course she did," said another. "The way

you two go crashing about, it's impossible to sneak up on anything!"

"At least we've got a consolation prize this

time," said a third.

Being called a consolation prize almost wiped the shocked

expression off Toshia's face. Out of the forest had emerged three figures,
about five and a half feet tall, with long, dark, curly hair and beards, and
bare, muscular torsos and arms. They also had short, curled horns growing out
of their foreheads and the hindquarters of goats. Naturally, they also had very
prominent and generous male genitalia. Of course, after meeting Ralph the
centaur she should not have been so surprised to be confronted by bona fide
satyrs. In fact, Ralph hadn't even been the strangest thing she'd encountered
since leaving the Manor; there was the demonic guardian of the portal to name
just one thing.One thing that had fucked my brains out! she thought to
herself. Still, in spite of herself, Toshia was shocked by the sight of these
half-man, half-goats.

"She does look like she'll give us some sport,"

said one of the satyrs with an obvious leer.

"How about it, toots," grinned the third one who'd

spoken, "you up for some fun and games?"

"Um, actually, I was just going to find my

friends," Toshia said taking a step toward the forest away from the three
satyrs.

"We can be your friends," suggested the satyr who

had spoken first. He took a step closer to her on his hoofed feet and gave his
already hard and thick cock a squeeze. "We're very friendly."

"Oh, well, I'm sure, but I should really be

going."

"What's the hurry?" said satyr number two, without

taking his eyes off her naked body.

"Come on, honey," said number three, "we'll

show you a real good time."

Toshia was simultaneously revolted by the smarmy attitudes,

alarmed that it seemed clear they had no intention of taking "no" for
an answer, and annoyed with herself for being a bit aroused by the thought of
having a "real good time" with three goat-men. Goddamn that
fucking XYZ!

"Tell you what," said number two, doing his

apparent best to sound good-natured, "we'll give you a head start, and if
we catch you we'll have some fun."

Thinking it was a good idea to take advantage of a chance to

put some distance between herself and them, Toshia nodded and said,
"Fine." Without waiting for them to say anything else, she sprang for
the trees and made for the nearest hillside up away from the river.

Tree branches lashed at her bare skin, and she wished she

had fallen into the river with her sandals on, but she didn't slow down. She
clambered up a hill, vaulted over a large rock and then half-ran, half-fell
down the other side, only to start up the next one. Ducking under a thick
branch, she turned to the left and started running along the ridge of a line of
hills that seemed to parallel the course of the river. She was trying to close
some of the distance between the satyrs and where she had fallen into the
river. She was vaguely aware that there were now sounds of pursuit echoing in
the forest. Toshia slowed just a little to catch her breath, but that only
allowed her to realize that the satyrs were getting alarmingly close. She even
caught sight of one moving through the trees off to her left, cutting her off
from the river.

Plunging ahead again with renewed determination, Toshia

clambered up the side of the next hill almost on all fours. At the top of the
steep slope, she saw a sunlit clearing in the distance. With the vague hope
that she might be able to get someone's attention on the other side of the
river, Toshia set her sights on reaching that clearing. She might have made it
too, if she hadn't tripped on an ill-placed root. Toshia went sprawling in the
thick forest carpet of leaves right in front of an enormous tree trunk that had
fallen years ago and was now covered with a deep layer of green moss. She heard
someone coming up the hill close behind her, and frantically scrambled to her
feet. Toshia hurried to get hold of the mossy tree trunk and raised her foot to
get purchase on it so she could vault over, but then felt a strong, hairy arm
slipping around her waist to pull her back down.

"Gotcha!" the satyr laughed, as he pulled her

behind against his front, at the same time pushing her chest and face forward
against the soft moss in front of her. Toshia struggled, trying to twist out of
his grasp, but he was too strong and she was too winded. She felt the head of
his cock between her legs and rubbing up against her outer lips. He pushed her
against the moss with one hand, holding her in place, while using the other to
get his sex organ in the right position. Toshia gritted her teeth as he pushed
himself into her. It wasn't an enormous cock, but it was hard and thick, and
she had to admit at that moment, with the XYZ and the adrenaline of the chase
coursing through her veins, it felt good to be filled.

Toshia clutched the mossy trunk, and closed her eyes, as the

satyr held on to her hips roughly and began to fuck in and out of her from behind,
shoving violently. In addition to the sensation of the penis sliding in and out
of her all too eager pussy, Toshia was keenly aware of the thick mat of fur
brushing against her legs and butt as he took her and the fact that her tits
were being pressed into the yielding moss with the solid resistance of the tree
behind it.

She knew that she was, basically, being raped by a half-man,

half-goat creature, but she also knew she was enjoying it. The question of
whether she should actually consider this rape would occupy her mind quite a
bit in the days afterward, and particularly while she was strapped to the
X-cross. On the one hand, she had actually said "Fine" to the satyr's
proposal that "if we catch you we'll have some fun", but, on the
other, at the time of that agreement she had been convinced they were going to
have their way with her in any case. However, she knew that rape in the normal
world she called home was not really a crime of sex but of violence. Someone
who raped another wasn't really trying to have sex with them, but to hurt them.
Somehow, Toshia did not get the sense that these satyrs wanted to hurt her in
the least; they seemed to just want to fuck, and given the nature of this
world, it might be reasonable for them to presume that she would enjoy a good
tumble in the woods. Still, the girl who had pulled her from the river had
obviously wanted to avoid getting caught by the randy goat-men. Later she would
ponder these issues, but for that moment against the moss-covered tree trunk
she just let herself enjoy the rough fucking.

It wasn't too long before the goat-man began to shove into

her with even more force, and then his cock swelled and shot his hot satyr cum
into her. It felt like there was quite a bit, and it took him some time before
he pulled out of her and slapped her butt happily. Toshia slumped against the
fallen tree trunk, both relieved and frustrated. She started to push away from
the tree, to make an attempt at gaining that clearing ahead somewhere, but
another pair of rough hands took hold of her and pushed her back against the
moss.

"Not so fast, toots," said satyr number three.

Without any other preamble, he shoved his cock into her pussy, squishing his
partner's cum out to run down the insides of her thighs. Toshia surprised herself
by letting out a happy moan as she was filled again. While the satyr proceeded
to fuck her with great enthusiasm, Toshia let go of the moss with her left hand
and managed to get it down between the trunk and her body, so she could get her
fingers on her clit. She began to stroke herself frantically as the cock
pistoned in and out of her almost savagely. In only moments, Toshia found
herself gasping and moaning as her orgasm tore through her violated body. She
shook and whimpered while the satyr had his way with her until he filled her up
with his own flood of cum. He pulled out of her, and she felt more cum running
down her legs. Laughing, he said, "Told you we'd have fun."

Toshia wasn't surprised to hear satyr number one say,

"My turn!"

This time, though, she managed to roll around and get her

back against the mossy tree trunk. She actually found herself smiling at the
hairy goat-man as he stepped up in front of her. Toshia put her hands on his
broad shoulders and let him lift her up a bit. Soon, she had her thighs
supported on his furry haunches as he pushed his eager cock up inside her. She
looked at his grinning, bearded face with its little horns, and even laughed a
little as he lowered his mouth to her tits to suck and bite on her nipples. She
rocked against him as he fucked in and out of her, letting his hairy torso rub
against her clit. Leaning back against the curve of the trunk behind her,
Toshia let herself enjoy getting fucked there in the woods by an actual satyr.
She smiled when she felt his cock swell inside her to spew a third torrent of
cum into her pussy, only to spill in a slow river out of her as soon as he
withdrew.

She noticed that the other two satyrs were still standing

there, watching, with still very hard cocks standing in front of them. Perhaps
they would have let her go in that moment, but Toshia had her mind on other
things. She laughed and said, "Well, hello boys; are you just going to
stand there? I thought you promised me a good time."

This prompted laughter from all three of them, and they

hastened forward. In the next moment, Toshia was surrounded by all three of the
satyrs as they pawed her with their eager hands and kissed and nibbled at her
wherever they could reach. Fingers pinched her nipples and pushed up inside her
soggy cunt. One enterprising individual got his finger nice and slippery and
pushed it up inside her ass. This reminded Toshia of that wonderful time she'd
had in the steam room with Don and Peter, only a few days earlier, and gave her
an idea.

"OK, well, before we go any further, don't you think

you should introduce yourselves?" Toshia laughed. Any further?
They've each fucked me and they've got their fingers in my pussy and ass!

"Oh, I'm Scratch," said satyr number two.

"I'm Roscoe," said number one.

"And, I'm Bob," said three.

"I'm Toshia," she said. "Now that we've got

that out of the way. Why don't you lie down on your back here, Bob?"

Bob was only too happy to comply, and Toshia promptly

straddled him, and took his stiff cock in her hand, pushing the head of it into
her pussy, which was quite ready for more action. She sank down on Bob's shaft,
leaning forward by placing both hands on his broad hairy chest. Toshia slid up
and down on him a couple of times, just because it felt good. Then, she looked
over her shoulder and said, "Scratch, can you get back there and fuck me
in the ass?"

"I sure can!" Scratch said with a grin. There was

some scrambling around, and an interesting moment when Scratch pushed his
finger up inside her wet pussy with Bob's cock (Oh my! That's interesting!
I'll have to try to remember that.). After her own juices and a liberal
amount of satyr cum was worked into her butt and smeared over his organ,
Scratch slowly pushed himself into her butt.

"Oh fuck that feels good!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, push it in me!" An unexpected orgasm hit her then, and she held
still there as her pussy and ass clenched on the two cocks inside her. Moaning
and trembling, Toshia rode it out with a smile on her face.

When she had started to come down, she looked down at Bob

and over her shoulder at Scratch and said, "Well, what are you waiting for
boys, fuck me!"

The two satyrs began to do as they were told, working their

thick, hard cocks in and out of her. Whether they had practiced this trick
before or it was an innate satyr skill, they quickly got into a perfect rhythm,
pumping and grinding against her body as if the three of them were one ideal
sex machine. Toshia made sure she was giving as good as she was getting,
working her pelvis in time with the way the satyrs were pushing and pulling
inside her. When she felt comfortable and knew she could keep up, she looked
around and beckoned Roscoe over.

The third satyr moved over on his cloven hooves to stand in

front of Toshia. She reached up with her left hand and took his cock in her
hand and pulled it to her mouth, tasting his cum and her own juices on him.
Once she had the fat head in her mouth, she stroked the shaft in her fist. Bob
reached up to cup her breasts in his hands and to help hold her up. Letting Bob
and Scratch do most of the fucking work, Toshia relaxed to enjoy those
sensations and concentrated her active attention on Roscoe's cock. She pulled
him closer so that she could get her mouth working up and down on him, pushing
the head deeper in her mouth so she could feel his thick shaft moving over her
lips and her tongue.

I wish Don could see me! she thought as she relaxed

her throat and sank deeper on to Roscoe's cock. She let go of the base of his
shaft and held onto his hips with both hands, both for support and to shove him
back if it became necessary, but she was now letting him fuck her mouth and
throat. Roscoe was surprisingly careful, holding her head gently in his hands
and moving slowly and steadily.

Meanwhile, Bob lay under her flexing his hairy abdomen to

push himself up inside her pussy, and Scratch held on to her hips and fucked in
and out of her ass vigorously. Toshia was intent on making the satyrs come
before she came again, but her body had other ideas, and soon she was moaning
and trembling while an intense orgasm shook her from head to toe. The frantic
clenching of her pussy and ass pulled Bob and Scratch past the point of no
return, and they filled her up with more of their cum. Roscoe, who had come
most recently anyway, held out a bit longer, but the other two were still
inside her when Toshia felt him swelling in her mouth and throat and then
pumping gout after gout of sweet, hot cum into her stomach, and then filling
her mouth. Pulling away from her, he splashed on final stream of pearly jizz
across the bridge of her nose and down her cheek.

Still hard, Bob and Scratch continued to fuck her squishy

pussy and ass until she came again and again. Only when she had collapsed
between them, did they extract themselves and carry her off to their camp in
the forest, where they bathed and fed her. That night, the next day, and the
night after were spent in a marathon of satyr fucking that left Toshia
exhausted.

Toshia now, bound to the X-cross, strained again at her

restraints, wishing she could get at her pussy and clit now. She needed to make
herself come.

She remembered how she had awoken the third day, well into

afternoon. The satyrs were gone, and she was surrounded by the gathering party
from the warrior woman camp. Angry at being abandoned, worn out from the
incessant demands of three hard pricks, frustrated at being lost, Toshia had
been a bit happy to learn that she was going to be taken to a bunch of women,
but that hadn't lasted long. She remembered how they had tied her up underneath
a pole carried on the shoulders of two brawny men. The next two days were spent
hanging there as she was carried further down river, to the castle where she
now stood on frustrating display.

To be continued.

By BradentonLarry for Literotica

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