He continued to hold her silken hair, fingers curled in a fist with the golden flow spilling between them.  His other hand shifted around her own, moving it to press her hand to the front of his trousers and curl her fingers around the length of him through that soft fabric as he smiled, seeing her let go of everything but desire and arousal.  It was both a familiar sight to the satyr and a completely new one.  In the dark court, he had seen many such expressions as a woman was overcome by his power, but it never like this, never without hints of fear... of anger... His hand moved her own, sliding it along him through his pants and then leaving it long enough to unfasten his trousers and bring her fingers to the heated and naked flesh of his cock.