Zao’zao the huntress had been stalking the satyr for several days before finally locating his camp. His cloven hoof prints and acrid smell did not make it a particularly challenging task. Maybe there was a reason to why he moved about Felwood so conspicuously, but then again, maybe there was not. Either way, the furbolgs of the Timbermaw tribe were desperate for answers – their own brethren, the Deadwood, had suddenly turned against them for inexplicable reasons. Zao’zao was the Timbermaw’s most honored and capable ally, and in many ways, their friendship ran deeper than even the forest’s own corruption.
There were rumors abound of the fel’s demonic influence, and following those, Zao’zao quickly stumbled upon the suspicious satyr at a nearby lake. He clearly had a purpose in mind as he swept the forest floor for strange herbs and wounded the trees for a sampling of their sap. For days on end he continued his pursuit like this, just as Zao’zao continued hers. But she was now hiding in a bush near his makeshift dwelling, prepared to witness the purpose of his expedition, or to strike, if necessary.
The satyr took a torch from the bearing of one of his crude tents and lit a brazier with blue flame. He then uttered spells in a demonic tongue as herbs were thrown into the fire, along with bones and a smidgen of a a thick liquid he had concocted on his trip. Soon the blue fire became a recognizable green, and its pungent smoke filled the air.
Poor Zao’zao could never have anticipated what would happen next. The satyr slowly removed his loincloth, revealing his enormous, dangling member. She instantly became lightheaded at the sight – it had been many months since she had last seen a dick, and furbolgs were not exactly known for their manly charm. Suddenly, Zao’zao lost her footing and broke a branch with a loud crack that echoed throughout the forest, but the satyr did not flinch. Something told her that he had known about her presence for a while now. She slowly got to her feet, and only then did he face her with a large, devious smile on his face. He raised one of his long, crooked fingers and motioned for her to come forward.
Deliriously, Zao’zao stepped out from behind the bushes. Her mind pleaded no, but her body screamed yes. Her emerald eyes were fixed upon the satyr’s swollen cock as she approached him. Soon she fell on her knees and had his muscular behemoth in her hands, caressing it, feeling it throb and harden. Next, she tasted it, running her tongue up and down along the length of his shaft. It was wet and slippery when she finally took it in her mouth. She closed her hand around its base and moved back and forth as she sucked. Her mouth was slowly filled with a thick, gooey secretion that at this point only served to fuel her lust further. The satyr groaned and took hold of her hair, pulling her head close to his groin and forcing his long cock down her throat. Her eyes watered as she gagged on it, and breathing through her nose, her mind went blank from the smells of sex, sweat and intoxicating smoke.
Zao’zao returned to her senses when the satyr pulled out from her mouth. His dick dangled before her, hard as ever, dripping with a mixture of saliva and green, glowing goo. He lifted her to her feet and turned her around, divesting her slender body of every last piece of armor. She was relieved to be rid of it – the sweat made it a sticky burden to her light blue skin. Now she was ready to give in to her lust, to unite with her primal instincts, just as her ancestors once had. She bit her lip as the satyr rubbed his rock-solid dick against her tight opening. He closed a single hand around her waist and pulled her closer, spreading her from within as he entered. His savage thrusts grew into a steady pace before her inner beast took over. She moved in unison with him, slapping her firm buttocks against his sturdy abdomen over and over as his veiny dick massaged her insides. The satyr’s grip around her waist began to tighten, and a few hard thrusts later, he snarled with ferocious delight. In this moment, Zao’zao was overwhelmed by the power of her own orgasm, letting out a scream of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and her muscles contracted around the satyr’s pulsating cock as he pumped her full with stream after hot stream of glowing seed, until it spilled into her hand and further down upon the ground.
With her legs quivering, Zao’zao was held up by the satyr’s strong clutch alone. Panting, she decided she wanted more. Reclaiming her posture, she moved her hips back to accept his still hard cock, tongue lolling out of her mouth in pure ecstasy. They fucked for hours until the fire in the brazier finally died out and the air became clear once more. Only then did Zao’zao realize what she was doing. The smoke had poisoned her mind, and she had been betrayed by her own, repressed sexual desires. Without warning, she turned around and knocked the satyr out cold. Her face reddened with embarrassment as she stood over his unconscious body, fel cum oozing down her legs. Her eyes darted back and forth among the trees and bushes to see if they were alone. She spat at the beast, picked up her things and swiftly headed off. There were definitely demons out there, corrupting the furbolgs and their home, but this satyr was not one of them. No, this was just a horny goat who had seen his chance to lure a young, unsuspecting troll into his trap.