The satyr stridently approaching on her left was holding his cock in such a way that she immediately became moist. It was a simple act; there was nothing complicated or fashioned. He was strong, virile - and he was hard, looking at her breasts, her stomach, and her pink bush, which was becoming curlier as the juices flowed readily, easily from her crotch. There were no thoughts of love or romance, just the fantastic ache of seeking, of waiting for pleasure. She put him into her mouth. He groaned and she pulled on his foreskin with her lips so that it would ride down his muscular shaft. She nibbled at the tip and he gently grabbed her left nipple, pinching it slightly so that it blushed.

Her name was Nea, and that is all she told him about herself. He replied that his name was Sajd. Nea extended her nails and scratched playfully from his buttocks to his hips, pulling him towards her. They began to talk about the weather.

"It's a lovely day, isn't it?" Nea looked at Sajd in a meaningful way and he knew he had waited too long. He simply had been unsure of whether the Favored would be ready for him or not. She was new, like a shiny bauble, and everyone would want to try her. He promptly inserted his penis inside of her, grabbing her ass as he rolled back onto the forest earth.

They had been the first ones there, so there had been no one available to make a formal introduction. Nea decided Sajd was smooth and quite skilled at coitus, as he adapted to her rhythmic desires. He grabbed her legs and lifted them above his head, and the rhythm increased. He did not come. Instead, he slowed the rhythm down and began to lick her belly, moving gradually towards her breasts. Her nipples were robust and smelled of honey. He kissed her mouth. Nea was amazed that he should want to claim her as his own so quickly. She would have none of it.

"Why did you kiss me?" Nea looked as cross as she could under the circumstances. Sajd was still inside of her and she did not want him to stop.

"So that you could kiss me back, as you did." Sajd replied playfully, punctuating his statement with a gentle thrust. The truth was, he could not resist her mouth. It was parted slightly when she breathed, and unlike most female satyrs they were a light pink color.

"You do not wish ownership of me then?"

"We have just met." Sajd looked deeply into her eyes. Then he smirked, "if you would rather I stop, I can supply you with that desire just as easily."

"No!" Nea blushed, "do stop playing with my mind and start playing with me. Here," Nea took his right hand and placed it on her clit. She then arched her back and reached under her body to cup his scrotum. "This is how I like to be played." She thrust her hips upwards, and his cock reached deeper inside her than Sajd had thought possible. They began to move together, the tension in Nea's thighs tightening. Sajd came before Nea, so began to work his way down, gliding his tongue down until it reached her moist vulva. She tasted a little salty, and smelled of wine. He pressed his face into her and ravishingly pleased her with his tongue, nose, and the stubble on his face.

Sajd looked up at Nea's convulsively orgasmic body, writhing maniacally. Sajd hadn't heard him approach, but Nea's mouth was now wrapped around the testes of Tark, a well-known satyr whose penis rivaled that of the Queen's previous Favorite. Sajd found such phallic eroticism irresistible and took it in his hand.

"I'd like to see this in action," said Sajd. "Put it here, let me show you."

"Yes!" Nea cried for more.

Tark smiled, "Thanks - I was hoping you'd allow an opening."

Tark allowed Sajd to guide his dick, and he eased it down Nea's ribs, rubbing each one in turn. Then to her bellybutton, where Tark came a little. Sajd deftly licked the salt-spray from Nea's belly and then from Tark's penis. Sajd swung his left hoof over and around. Straddling Nea, with his penis resting on her stomach, he reached behind him to insert Tark inside of her. Sajd caressed Nea's breasts, which were both hard and covered in sweat. Tark thrust with abandon as Nea squealed with delight. She rapturously grabbed Sajd by the buttocks and took his cock to her lips again.

Batri ran to Sajd, one of her favorites, and guided his mouth to her nipple, "she's been feeling neglected." Tark chuckled at this, and winked in her direction.

"What of your nether, dear? I think you need to be more wet before the Queen arrives." Batri smiled. She liked Tark very much, but his penis was too large to fit comfortably inside of her this particular morning, all propriety aside.

"I'm not ready for you today. I've been fucking much smaller ones lately and have become a little lazy."

"Batri," Tark groaned. He was inside Nea and felt great pleasure, but to have one like Batri, a Nieranth, was to have the elements. "What if Shoh has you first?" Tark did not want to beg, but his desire to feel Batri's tightness around him - his cock, his mind, his being - was irresistible. If she didn't agree, he would beg. It was not beneath him - or any other Satyr. Batri was highly prized for her ability to tighten quickly, not only to the body but also to the will of her mate. But, she preferred others over Tark. This was something he could not understand. The desire and reputation of a Nieranth like Batri was immense, and she could have her choice.

Batri could sense Nea's tension building. The fear of Tark leaving Nea unanswered would be an unbearable but real possibility for her. Batri had heard about Nea and knew that she had just entered her Favoring Period. It would be cruel to take Tark or Sajd from her now. She was young, and deserved the experience of being answered. And then there was something more about Nea that Batri could not ignore.

"Nea, let me kiss you," said Batri. Sajd was stunned. Nea removed Sajd from her mouth. Tark's eyes glistened at the gesture, and his rhythm slowed. He became more excited but wanted to hear everything.

"You wish to own me?" Nea did not understand the honor.

"I will claim you as an extension of me, and divulge to you what I am and any one that should want me. You would be my tensa, and any satyr that wants me can have you instead, if you desire it. I will help you reach Nieranth."

"Take my mouth, and take me. I would be your slave to learn so much from you." Nea was young, but not so foolish as to ask why she might be so wanted.

Batri gently prodded her long-time friend Sajd aside, and he moved away. Tark pulled out and stood by Sajd without being prompted. This was an event, and it was worth stopping all.

"The Nieranth Batri will kiss Nea!" Sajd announced to the other satyrs that had gathered at the Elms Spot. They all stopped their various stages of coitus to witness the gesture. It was rare, and it would change everything until Nea had reached Nieranth, something almost impossible to obtain. Most female satyrs never obtained the knowledge enough to be called a Nieranth. If Nea should fail, it would be like losing Batri forever. Batri would never be able to engage with any one without Nea being present, and if during her time of learning Nea should become selfish, Batri might not ever engage in coitus. For a woman to claim another in such a way was an immense honor, as it was a gesture of immense sacrifice. It was also an announcement to the community that a Nieranth intended to create another like herself: an astounding task.

Under witness of all, gathered under the Elms, Batri put her hands on Nea's knees, and spread them apart. Batri knelt down and pressed the tip of her tongue on Nea's clit, and twirled it there for three strokes, which was all she needed to make Nea come. Nea made a small cry of ecstasy, and as she did, Batri swallowed it with her mouth. Their breasts pressed firmly against each other, soft and warm, their legs entwined made a delicate shape. As Nea's eyes swelled with tears of joy, Batri touched the girl's hair, fingers spread in such a fashion that the twenty nearest Satyrs cried out six howls of anguished ecstasy. It hurt, the beauty, the sex of it.

Silent voyeurism ensued as the two women embraced, glistening in sweat-soaked fur and shining skin. Batri kept her mouth hovered over the mouth of Nea, breathing quietly, their eyes locked as the energy waves ensued. Nea could not speak, could not move, as she was overtaken by the Nieranth. A river of sweet moisture pressed forth from both Nea and Batri, their scents filling the air, covering the grass and flowers pressed beneath them. Finally, quietly, Nea lost consciousness, and she dreamt the ocean.