<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cantankerous Cleric Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325526.msg15653608#msg15653608)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Them Trees<br/><strong>Mission:</strong>The Satyr in the Woods<strong>CLOSED; between Envious and TheVillain</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>TheVillain<br/><strong> </strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>"Ugh."</strong>There was some disappointment mingled with disgust. The unease of the situation was quickly dissipating for the Cleric as a familiarity overtook her. Her first encounter with the Satyr was like most encounter she had with over-liquored men in taverns during the wee hours of the morning. Except with those encounters, she was usually able to gain the upper hand. It didn't seem like that was going to happen here. She stood still as his dick led the way to him groping her. His hands made their way to the obvious places and Selphie looked him straight in the eye as he continued with his bravado. It wasn't even a new line; she had heard it all before.<br/><br/>With some impatience and a firm resolve, she settled herself into her new predicament. She hoped she wasn't miscalculating<em>again</em>. A few rounds with the Satyr would probably satisfy the beast and then she'd be free to go. Not for the first time, she thanked the Goddess that had deemed to grant her a pussy, as it seemed to get her out of all sorts of trouble.<br/><br/>With bold curiosity, she dipped her head downwards as the Satyr undid his loincloth. Would his dick be some misshapen monstrosity? Would there be more than one? Would there be bumps, barbs, spines, hooks? Selphie had wild ideas about the beast-men that roamed the world and their monstrous appendages, and to her relief, the Satyr had a perfectly<em>manly</em>cock. She wondered where she should rank it on her list.<br/><br/><em>'Best not to judge a book by its cover,'</em>she thought to herself.<br/><br/><strong>"I'd prefer not to have my clothes ruined,"</strong>she finally replied.<strong>"Your dick is not immediately disappointing."</strong>Being a bitch was first nature, and the little taunt came unbidden. As she said it, the hand that was not on her staff went to the vertex of her skirt. There, the two golden bands that kept the silky fabric on her hips were unclasped, and the weight of the skirt caused it to immediately fall and pool at her ankles to reveal her secrets. She wore no undergarments and the brown fuzz that adorned her pussy was well manicured. She let go of her staff, and the magical weapon remained standing upright in the ground. Two hands gave Selphie the opportunity to reach behind her and unclasp her top. She pulled the metal and fabric armor (the term armor was used loosely) over her head, unsleeved her arms, and let that fall too. No striptease. No foreplay. Just like that, she was naked except for her vambraces, jewelry, and shoes.<br/><br/><strong>"Well then... What is it that I need?</strong><br/><br/><hr/><hr/>