Date: Wed, 12 May 2010 23:09:37 +0000
From: T IM <wpdoodah@hotmail.com>
Subject: Avmeir of Delnar, part 2

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?