Princess Eir and the Three Satyrs

I

Princess Eir, second in succession to the throne of Snjórland, had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday some days prior, and although this young woman had now entered the world of adulthood, she had not yet felt herself undergo any sort of dramatic change she had been anticipating in the weeks and days leading up to the milestone. Even so, the thought was an exciting one, wondering of the new opportunities now open to her. Perhaps now she may at last be able to pass the entry exam into Madam Drasilldóttir's School of Equestrianism and learn how to properly ride a pony through the flower fields of southern Snjórland, a dream which had remained elusive to her for as long as she had been cognizant.

For the moment being however, things remained rather business as usual following all the hustle and bustle that came with the sort of grand celebrations one might expect when royalty came of age (which was twofold in that particular instance, considering Eir was only one half of a set of twins), and for the princess - whose responsibilities remained light as was the case for most princesses - that meant spending this particular carefree day out to pick and press flowers into her ever-growing collection. It was a day during that transitional period when spring was giving way to summer, and the sun was bright and the air was pleasantly warm: the perfect weather for partaking in the hobby!

Eir set out alone just after lunch time, although not without first entreating for some accompaniment from her family. Alas, all of them seemed to have some sort of excuse not to; both her mother and father were too caught up in their royal duties, her elder sister was away on tour on the distant mainland, her twin was preoccupied in her magical studies, and her younger brother was busy with the fencing lessons he detested. She had no close acquaintances within court otherwise, although she did not mind too terribly, for she still had some friends outside of it, and left the limits of the capital Malmhule in the direction of nearby Hringlag Woods, intending to visit one of them during the course of her outing.

The expansive Hringlag Woods were a source and setting of many a local folktale, with the very forest itself oft said to be enchanted by the occupation of faeries, but even then virtually nobody ever truly believed Eir whenever she returned from one of her frequent excursions into the forest saying she had spotted pixies flying between the branches overhead, or of the kindly hamadryad who inhabited (or perhaps was) an ancient ash tree she would frequently call upon, and especially not that one time when she swore to have caught a glimpse of a unicorn trotting amongst the trees before it vanished without trace.

Of course, faeries were a well-established fact on the fantastical world which this very story is taking place on, although the fair folk were famously elusive to the point where most of the planet's populace, while predominantly accepting their existence, could go their entire lives without once ever experiencing a single encounter with such mysterious, magical beings. So you can imagine the scepticism the average person would have when Eir would consistently come claiming several of these meetings she had had with the fay, yet without any hard proof or other witnesses to help support her attestations.

However, Eir hardly ever found herself exasperated by these quick dismissals, for she herself knew she spoke the truth, and that was sufficient enough for her. Exactly why Eir seemed to have a knack for finding faeries was not clear, even to herself, although if folklore was to be taken in place of fact, many traditions cite how the fay tended to be drawn towards the sincere and the whimsical, which Eir certainly was in spades in both aspect. But like being unbothered by the incredulity of others, Eir was the sort of person who did not hold rationalisation of a phenomenon in anywhere near as high regard compared to the wonder of the phenomenon itself, if any regard for rationalisation was held at all.

Today, Eir intended to visit Arclía - the aforementioned hamadryad - as a way to make up to the tree nymph for being unable to accept the invite her to her birthday celebrations on account of the three nymph being literally rooted to the spot. Even amongst the ancient inhabitants of Hringlag woods, Arclía was the oldest being who Eir personally knew, and whose kindly wisdom and fascinating fables seemed impressively endless for somebody bound to a single bole. The hamadryad had divulged her age to the princess on one occasion not long after they first met when Eir was but a bairn, although it was a number too high for the human to count to at the time, and she had forgotten the exact number ever since.

Eir was in no express hurry, however. It was not as if Arclía would (or could) be going anywhere anytime soon anyway. Her only real deadline was to be back home before dusk lest her worrywart of a mother consternated herself into knots fretting over her daughter's whereabouts after dark. As such, Eir took her leisurely time ambling along the road which led through the forest, singing uplifting songs to herself in sweet tones while occasionally picking any flowering plants of interest (which to the princess, was the majority of them) sprouting by the wayside.

Once she was within the woods proper, she diverted off the primary road at one point to instead start taking turns around myriad trees at seemingly random on narrower, barely perceivable paths scarcely trodden on by human feet bar her own, but which she knew to be the tricky trails jinxed in such a way that would lead the uninitiated in endless circles. Although deceptively straightforward at a glance, only those who knew the exact turns to take and at what time on these enchanted would be granted passage into the forest depths where most of Hringlag's fay population resided. Eir had become intimately familiar with these precise steps over the course of her countless visits over the years, although about two-thirds of the way into her stroll, where the canopy above grew dense and covered everything below in a cool shade, she abruptly abandoned the faerie trail on a mercurial whim without a thought when her wandering attention was snatched away by a patch of particularly picturesque harebells growing between a pair of yews.

After picking a handful of the droopy flowers and placing them into her handbasket, she next caught sight of a gorgeous shrub of forget-me-nots in full bloom further still into the thicket that she simply must had to procure a few specimens of. Thus commenced a chain reaction that continued for the next while, with Eir being constantly distracted by more and more things of interest that strayed her further from the lane she should have stuck to, and it was only after she lost sight of a pair of courting, white-winged butterflies she was absent-mindedly chasing as they danced together through the air did she realise she had utterly lost her bearings. Poor Eir. She was a happy-go-lucky ingénue to the point of it being a detriment at times. In fact, a bard she would befriend in later life once poetically described her as having 'a head full of butterflies' in a ballad dedicated to her.

At the present though, Eir was chiefly concerned about how she was going to find her way back. Hringlag Woods may have been one of her absolute favourites places in the whole kingdom, although even she was not familiar with absolutely every grove or spring tucked away amongst its trees, especially not off her beaten tracks. She was frightened at the prospect of taking a further incorrect turn and coming face-to-face with a wicked bogle, although Eir had never actually met a bogle herself and was not even too sure what they looked like, Arclía had told her many a tale of the kind of mischief they wrought.

While Eir stood silent and stationery, contemplating which direction it may be best for her to start walking in, her ears picked up on a soft sound being carried through the still air from some distance away where the trees were growing even more thick. With curiosity winning out over her caution and not having any better options presented to her, the princess started following the sound. The more she walked, the clearer the sound became, and it was not long before she realised that it was definitely some sort of music being played, even if it was not a melody she recognised. Still, she quickened her pace, hoping it was music being played by somebody who would be kind enough to help point her in the right direction.

A while longer still, her ears picked out more details from the music, namely that it sounded as though it was actually more than one instrument being played, coming to together to complete a composition certainly pleasing to listen to, although very different from the chamber music and symphonies she had been privileged to throughout her life thus far. It was a tune closer in essence to the songs of the common folk she often heard played whenever she visited Malmhule's markets during festivals, but even then it was not quite of the same character. It was like a song from a far removed time and place, one where she had never been to or lived through, yet still sounded faintly familiar all the same, like something she had once heard in a dream since forgotten. In any case, it was a very uplifting lilt that put a further spring in her step, and put her anxieties over being lost in the woods at better ease.

Eir was practically skipping her way towards the music's source without realising, though stopped when she came to a clearing among the trees: a spot with a wide break in the canopy above that allowed the blue sky and white clouds to be seen once more. Directly underneath was a short mound of earth rising only about a foot high, and on that mound stood a circle of standing stones, erected by a civilisation in the misty past for a purpose long forgotten by living persons. The music was coming from within the interior side of the stones, where Eir could see some movement flitting about between the gaps that separated them. She approached the stones with some discretion, stepping up onto the mound and peering around one of the mossy monoliths to find three individuals dancing within the circle, each of them playing part of that captivating song on a different musical instrument: two men, and one woman.

They each appeared only a little bit older than Eir, and each of them were similar to her in height, although they were very dissimilar in ilk. From the waist upwards, the cavorting strangers mostly resembled humans enough save for each of them sporting a pair of horns and elongated, fuzzy ears extending from the top and sides their heads respectively, while their lower halves were completely covered with natural fur save for the cloven hooves in place of feet at the end of their unguligrade legs, complete with stubby tails poking from the smalls of their backs. Although she had never seen one in person until now (let alone three!), Eir immediately recognised the musicians to be satyrs: demi-beast humanoids who Arclía described to her as while not being a class of faerie themselves - being very much mortal (though much longer-lived than humans) and nowhere near as rare (though still uncommon in Snjórland) - tended to have a much closer rapport with the fair folk compared with humanity on the whole. Perhaps it was because of their better natural affinity for magic and their culture's preference in eschewing civilisation in exchange for nomadic existences wandering the wilderness which allowed for such connections to more easily be made between themselves and the spirits of nature.

Satyrs also had a reputation for their talents in making merry and wine in equal measures, and oft accompanied. Indeed, it appeared as though these three strangers were partaking in a swell time amongst themselves going by the enthusiasm of their music playing and frolicking, which was likely enhanced by the contents of the several amphoras that leaned in a neat row against a rectangular, lichen-covered block lying long-ways in the very centre of the circle of stones that may have been one of the menhirs toppled over, or had once been used as an altar an unknown number of eons ago.

Eir was absolutely fascinated by the satyrs, being quite unlike anybody he had met before, and continued to watch them from so near but still undiscovered. She noted how although they may have all undoubtedly been of the same species, there was a great variety between their individual appearances even within this small sample.

One of the satyr men was piping jovially on a pan flute, his skin being a dark pigmentation. His hair was a small puff of black curls, although finer sideburns framed the sides of his handsome face all the way along his jawline until they both met in the middle to form the beard on his chin, which further looped into a connecting moustache. The hair on his head matched in colour with that on his legs, which resembled a sheep's, fleece and all, fittingly matching with a pair of dark grey horns emerging from the upper flanks of his skull and spiraled slightly inwards on themselves like those belonging to a ram.

The second satyr male - rhythmically thrumming and jingling a tambourine - was of a far lighter skin hue closer to Eir's own, and was a little lankier and thinner in overall shape compared to the first, though the princess still thought him equally winsome. Both his medium-length head of hair and the fur on his legs were shaggy, sandy and somewhat wavy, his own beige horns sprouting from his forehead and curving backwards above and along the curvature of his crown to end in sharp points, evoking a goat's equivalent. He too did sport a beard, although it was instead a smaller, wispier strip that dangled from the middle of his chin.

The sole she-stayr of this trio strummed softly on a mandolin, and whose own complexion was a tanned tone of a shade somewhat between those of her masculine accompaniments. She was a beautiful brunette like Eir, although her silkish hair took on a shinier, earthier tone compared to the princess' more auburn colour, and fell over her shoulders and down her back long and straight, unlike the human's own curlier locks. Her fine fur - tawny on the outer side of her slender legs, but white on the inner - brought to mind an exotic antelope, and although she was the slightest amongst those three in terms of her overall frame, her own black, ribbed antlers shot nearly straight upwards aside from a slight bend close to their base, and at only a slight backwards angle, making her the tallest if these extensions of her person were taken into account.

The satyrs seemed congenial enough, at least with one another, and although Eir felt she was fine to introduce herself to such a lively group, they all seemed so caught up in their own revelries that she felt hesitant about interrupting their merriment in order to ask for help lest she might come across as rude. Princesses were expected to be polite, after all. She held back for now, waiting for an opening when she could make her presence known and merely content to watch their performance. Arclía was not short of stories about the audacious antics of these horned and hooved people either, and the princess wondered if she might even bear witness to an example of such before she could make herself known. However, one of the satyrs soon noticed her skulking behind the standing stone before anything like that came to pass.

"Oh, hullo there." The tambourine player casually greeted Eir when his eyes met with hers, speaking in a deep though soft drawl, sounding almost like he was not quite awake when he spoke, but still it startled the princess as if she had been suddenly caught looking in on a secret that she should not have. "Look fast, friends, seems we've attracted an audience." He added, prompting the other two satyrs to stop their own playing and look in the princess' direction.

"Oh, a human?" The mandolin player remarked, her voice sounding slightly squeaky but chirpy, and appearing to be equally as amazed to see Eir as Eir was to see the satyrs. "I was not expecting we would see a human in this neck of the woods."

"Come out from hiding and let us get a good look at you, friend. There's no cause to be frightened." The pipe player then piped in, his voice rich and his tone jolly. Coaxed by their amicable attitudes, Eir emerged, and stood in full view before the satyrs within one of the gaps between the standing monoliths, feeling rather self-conscious all of a sudden now that she was the focus of their curiosity, rather than the other way around. "And to whom do we owe the pleasure of addressing?"

"Uh, hi... my name is Eir." The princess answered sheepishly.

"Eir? A lovely name for a lovely lass!" The sleepy-voiced satyr then commented. "The name of a goddess in the pantheon of the Nordic people in this part of the world as well, if I'm remembering right."

"Ah, how fitting. For a moment there, I thought a goddess truly was walking among us~" The piper remarked.

Eir tittered. What a silly satyr! Although his compliment was very much appreciated.

With the ice now swiftly broken, each of the satyrs then likewise introduced themselves in turn; Mélaries was the name of the pipe player, Capranthós was the tambourinist, Oryneia the mandolinist; a trio of troubadours who roamed the world together search of new inspiration for their compositions. Each of them was dressed in a way that made Eir appear downright conservative in her own outfit by comparison.

For context, the princess was not bedecked in the usual grandiose gowns which she usually wore within the walls of Platína Palace, but a more modest ensemble gifted to her on her birthday just gone which was better suited for casually exploring of the out of doors, although it was still of a finer quality compared to what most commoners could have been able to afford. Her current clothing consisted of a canary-yellow, short-sleeved shift which extended from her neck to her knees; a pair of spotless white, opaque, leggings; a pair of comfortable yet stylish, polished walking boots; and hooded cape of luxurious periwinkle fluttering from her shoulders she could wrap around herself for a little extra warmth if needed.

In contrast, the satyrs were far from being clothed for warmth themselves. The two men wore open waistcoats with nothing underneath, displaying their bare, fit torsos; Mélaries' being of a vivid carmine lined with golden thread, while Capranthós' was a rich forest green lined with silvery silk. Meanwhile, Oryneia was sporting a sleeveless cropped top dyed deep azure with some orange embroidery which covered her chest and exposed her midriff to the same extent masculine friends', although all of them were wearing identically simple, cream-coloured loin cloths draping down from their hips to their knobbly knees to cover both their front and backsides below their belts.

"Were you enjoying our music, Eir?" Oryneia then asked the human.

"Oh, yes! Very much!" Eir enthusiastically responded, her shyness now quickly gotten over and temporarily forgetting her predicament of being astray. "I love music! Of all sorts! And I very much wish I could play an instrument like you all are able to, but I've only ever really taken lessons for singing and dancing."

"Well, in that case, would you care to join us so that we may have the honour of hearing a little of your lovely tones and observing some of your fancy footwork?" Mélaries then suggested.

"Oh, that would be an absolute delight!" The princess clasped her hands together in joy. "Ah... but I don't even know what song you were playing."

"Oh, that's alright, neither do we!" The ram-horned satyr laughed. "Just start singing whatever feels right to you in the moment, and let your body move by its own accord. Don't think too much about it."

With that, the satyrs started playing once more, and sure enough, the tune they played this time sounded nothing like the one which had brought Eir to them, though it was equally as delightful, if not a little more so than the first. If their performance truly was improvised, then these musicians were capable of coming up with something more mellifluous to the ear on the fly than some esteemed composers could painstakingly craft over the course of days or weeks. They must have been incredibly intimate with one another's playing styles too to be able to harmonise as well as they did without knowing for certain what the others might play, with not a single note sounding as though it was out of place. Eir could have easily assumed the satyrs had been rehearsing this one song for a full fortnight just for just this very moment.

But Eir chose to believe what Mélaries had said, and being subsequently inspired by their aptitude, accepted the invitation and soon joined them by singing a lyricless melody of her own, simply coming out with the first sounds which came into her head. Although the princess was worried she would be the one to upset the harmony's delicate balance, amazingly, the satyrs were able to adapt to her added element on the fly and seamlessly integrate her into their performance to create a uniquely wonderful sound.

While she sang, Eir also started to shuffle her feet, showcasing some fundamental ballet motions, her confidence increasing while the song went on, feeling more at ease amongst the strangers until eventually she ceased thinking about what she was going to sing altogether and simply sang based on nothing else but sheer intuition for whatever felt appropriate. The satyrs started to move as well, though this was one aspect where the human had them beat, for their dancing was simple compared to the more sweeping movements Eir could not help herself to demonstrate once she was in the mood to do so.

Once their shared performance came to a natural conclusion with the partakers managing to all finish off in synch with another despite nobody bringing up beforehand how long they were going to play, all three satyrs applauded Eir for her part, while Eir likewise applauded them in turn for masterfully maintaining perfect harmony with her ad hoc warbling.

"Excellent! Truly splendid!" Mélaries praised her, to which Eir returned a beaming smile and a curtsey. Three gilded goblets had already been placed on the central altar stone by the time the princess had arrived, but a fourth was soon produced from out of one of the satyr's travelling packs (satyrs always carried at least one spare cup for chance occasions such as these) and set it amongst the others before the piper picked up one of the amphoras and poured out some of its ruby contents to the brim of each chalice. Capranthós and Oryneia took a cup each, while Mélaries took the remaining two and offered one to Eir. "Here, a little something to sooth those valuable vocal chords."

"Oh, that's wine, isn't it?" Eir innocently asked, peering into the proffered cup and catching a whiff of its potent bouquet even from where she stood. "I've never drank wine before..."

"Never?" The ram-horned satyr said with mild astonishment, temporarily withdrawing the drink as a dubious look crossed his countenance when he then bluntly asked her: "How old are you?"

"Sev- er, I mean, eighteen." Eir answered, catching her mistake in time before it was fully uttered. "Sorry, still getting used to telling people I'm a year older! My birthday was just earlier this week, you see."

"Ah, then all the more reason to partake! A toast for reaching womanhood, I say." The piper once more outstretched his hand with even greater enthusiasm than before, grinning broadly.

After only a little hesitation, Eir took the cup from him. She was now old enough to finally discover what all the fuss surrounding wine was about. Besides, it would have only been poor etiquette to turn down the offer from such a kind gentleman. She brought the chalice to her lips and took a quick sip, though nearly brought it away again as soon as the fermented fluid hit her tastebuds. The wine was more piquant than any simple juice she had tasted before, not at all what she was expecting, but she braved a second swallow now knowing what was to come and hummed "mmm!" in approval, discovering it was actually quite delectable, incredibly sweet in fact!

Of course, Eir would not have had any prior reference to know the flavour of most other wines positively paled in comparison, and not to mention, a lot less potent compared to the sort of stuff satyrs were famous for making. In fact, it is often said that some master vintners of their kind even infuse a little bit of magic into their product for an added edge... or include some secret ingredients which can give it aphrodisiacal properties. The wine was already taking effect on Eir before she even finished that first goblet, making her feel woozy by the time she did, and heightened her already pleasant mood without her even realising. "Oooh, yum! Delicious! Thank you~!" The princess remarked, smacking her lips as the satyrs similarly also finished their drinks.

"Oh, there is plenty more to be had. But a good draught of wine - one of my own make, if you don't mind me pointing out - always seems to end up putting me in the mood for a good song and a dance straight afterwards... and a good song and dance always seems to end up putting me in the mood for a good draught of wine! What do you say to another session?" Mélaries proposed.

Now that he had mentioned it, Eir too had felt overcome by a great need to move her body once again, and the satyrs were already reaching for their instruments to provide her with the music to dance to. What a waste it would be to pass up the opportunity while she was there. "Well... okay!" She assented. "I can spend a little more time here!"

II

The princess executed much of the same moves as she had before, though did them in a somewhat laxer manner this time around, and also braved a few more complex steps and twirls that probably would have been safer reserved for a larger stage. Two additional strains were then conducted afterwards, each one lasting for an extensive period, and between them all and afterwards, the quartet refreshed themselves with another round of wine. By just her third cup, Eir was starting to feel truly buzzed, and even resumed her singing and dancing before she had even put her goblet back down, making some rather ambitious high kicks that made her look as though she could teeter over at any moment, but still she managed to keep her coordination.

"Goodness, is it getting hot!" Eir declared following the most recent of her flaunts, her white face looking flushed as she puffed for air. "Oh, I didn't realise how difficult it is to dance in this outfit! I'm far more used to moving about like this in a leotard or tutu..." She added, suddenly becoming conscious of how constrictive her clothing felt on her figure, and finding herself envious of the satyrs scanter garments, really wanting to impress them with everything she was capable of.

"So? Just take it off." Capranthós said with such casualness, Eir was caught off-guard and unsure if she heard him right.

"Excuse me?!" The human exclaimed, naturally nonplussed, although the satyr returned her an equally bewildered look.

"If your clothes are getting in the way, just take them off." The tambourinist repeated like he was simply reciting common sense. "I mean, it's a warm enough day anyway, don't you think? And just look how bundled up you are." He elaborated.

"But... you mean getting naked...?" Eir then said, suddenly turning sheepish all over again.

"Ah, Cap, you haven't been around humans long enough to learn how much shame their societies emphasise on baring certain parts of their bodies as if they were foul things." Oryneia then interjected, before turning to the princess. "Come, Eir, nobody should be ashamed of showing their own body in its most natural state. We're all adults here, and trust me when I say it wouldn't be anything we have not seen before."

Even with the antelope-antlered woman's kindly tone, Eir was still momentarily taken aback by the frank free-spiritedness of the satyrs. It certainly explained why they wore clothing a lot more revealing compared to what you would have seen anybody in Malmhule sport in public that same day. However, the princess still mulled over what Oryneia said for a brief minute or two before coming to the conclusion that if the satyrs would not be offended, it would be alright to follow up on Capranthós' suggestion, even if the wine had likely contributed in expediting her decision. Regardless, Eir started to shed one article at a time from her person, and although still feeling half-embarrassed by it all at first - especially mortified in the moment that preceded unveiling her undergarments - the satyrs remaining largely indifferent to her stripping while, mainly continuing to converse and drink amongst themselves while waiting for her to finish like it was nothing out of the ordinary did actually made her feel a little more comfortable going through with it all.

That said, once the princess was completely clothesless and her discarded ensemble lay in a neat bundle to the side of her, she simply stood stock still in place, actually feeling just as warm naked as she did dressed from feeling her whole frame burning with abashment as it only just now dawned on her how this was the very first time anybody outside of her immediate household had ever seen her as nude as the day she was born. She had to greatly resist the instinct to cover her chest with her arms and contradict her concession, though at least compromised by keeping her hands clasped over her crotch in as casual a manner as she could manage while she was now being subject to the satyrs' scrutiny, desperately waiting for somebody to say something just to break the unbearable tension.

There were knights out there who would have vowed to a slay a whole den of dragons if it meant being granted a glimpse of the buxom Princess Eir's in all her naked flesh, whose renown as an incredible beauty spread all across the northern countries of the continent not long after this day, yet here she was now showing it off to a small group of virtual strangers she had only just met earlier that same day. Although a great penchant for cakes and confections has made her quite the chubby thing in childhood, the processes of puberty had provided her with a full figure by the time they had concluded, complete with voluptuous curves more characteristic for an older woman at least fifteen years her senior, and were especially concentrated around her thighs and chest, the volume of her bosom outdoing Oryneia's own. The princess possessing such a build was completely unapparent in the clothing she had been wearing, and contrasted against her cute, youthful, wide-eyed countenance left even the satyrs slightly stunned by the reveal.

"Well... I certainly agree you have nothing to be shameful about there, my dear~" Mélaries finally commented, smirking. "Gods... just like a statue of Venus carved in marble by the old masters..."

"Statue? More like Venus incarnate! Are we absolutely sure a goddess isn't walking amongst us after all?" Capranthós chimed in.

Eir could not help but let out a titter at the goat-horned man's remark, and with that titter, also came a sense of relief. Although she had not gotten over all of her nerves straight away yet, it was a comfort to know none of the satyrs seemed to dislike what they were seeing at least.

The dancing and drinking recommenced. Eir no longer concerned by how much time had passed now as she moved with with even more elaborate, even slightly hazardous, aplomb, as if the removal of her clothing also brought the removal of any reserves about expressing herself through the fullness of her ballet skills as she executed expedited fouettés, extended adages, and elegant jetés with such practiced prowess as to make such feats seem effortless. Although she would eventually disregard her carefully systematic prancing altogether for sweeping, fluid motions more improvisational and loosely-limbed, letting her muscles move her in reflex to the rhythm of the musical sounds being played by the satyrs' instruments and her own spontaneous singing, as the line between whether they were still keeping in instinctive tune with her or she with them became a lot less clear as they all collaborated on an absolutely sublime piece that would only ever be heard in that one singular time and place for all of history.

"Like a pretty petal caught in the wind!" Oryneia compared Eir's current slack, flitting manner of motion, letting out a small chuckle as she observed it.

Only a few seconds after this comment though, Eir simultaneously ceased her singing and paused in place, standing slightly slouched and tense with her knees held tight together. This change in behaviour was so abrupt that all three satyrs immediately stopped their own romps, concerned about what might have come over the human.

"Is something the matter, Petal?" Mélaries asked her.

"Oh, dear, I hope my laughing didn't upset you." Oryneia said in a guilty tone. "It just slipped out, I swear..."

"I... erm... I need..." Eir started mumbling in response, fidgeting slightly.

"Need? What do you need? More wine?" Capranthós suggested, ready with another amphora.

"I need... the t-toilet..." The princess eventually clarified an almost whispered stammer, evidently ashamed of what she had to spell out, though all the satyrs were able to hear her clearly enough.

Mélaries and Capranthós cracked up a little from hearing the human say this with such a deathly seriousness, having to consciously stifle their schoolboy-like snickering, which only made Eir all the more self-conscious.

"That's all?" The goat-horned male then said after regaining composure. "Well, what are you waiting for? Nature isn't going to answer the call for you."

"B-but outside...? I've never had to do it outside before..." The princess elaborated.

With that, the two men were unable to contain their chuckles any longer, leading Eir to feel a pang of abasement in her stomach. "Oh, you are just too precious, Petal." Mélaries managed to articulate in the midst of his mirth. Oryneia, however, was far less amused, especially when she had to see her masculine companion's reactions to Eir's obvious unease.

"Oh, you two are terrible!" The antelope-antlered woman admonished them. "Laughing at a poor girl's insecurities like that? No wonder you barely know anything about humans with the way you demean them like that before you get a chance to!" She was clearly cross, conveyed in both her tone and her knitted brow, though it did nothing to lessen the immature giggles of the two men.

"Pay them no mind, Eir. Only idiots don't have any doubts about themselves." Oryneia said as she approached the princess and took the human's left hand into her own right to guide her away from the other satyrs. "Come on! I'll show you how it's done... away from leering eyes." That said, the two women did not walk far, merely just outside the perimeter of the standing stone circle. The women were still well within eyeshot of Mélaries and Capranthós, with only their backs turned to the boys, although from how Eir was able to discern the sound of pipes and a tambourine starting up again, it would seem the men's attention was already on other things, at least for the moment being. The princess and Oryneia came to a stop, and Eir looked downwards to find a rivulet situated just beside the earthen mound the stones stood on, but gently running in a different direction than from where she first approached the circle from.

"Just follow my lead." The mandolist said as they stood at the mound's edge before crouching down while still tenderly holding Eir's hand, which the human mimicked until they were both squatting on their haunches. With her free hand, Oryneia then pulled her loincloth up and away completely from her crotch, tucking it into its own waistband while parting her finely furred thighs, giving Eir a better glimpse of what lay between them. The princess felt flushed as she silently peered at the other woman's private parts that had been unveiled so nonchalantly, even though she herself was currently more naked than that.

Before that moment, Eir had never put any conscious consideration in the genitals of other women. She was familiar with her own vulva, of course, and had even intimately explored around it on many occasions in private just as anybody did (not that she was aware of that at the time though), but on the whole it was merely a mundane - if vulgar - part of her she did not think much of. Here, however, seeing another female's naked sex for the first time seemed to spark a sense of admiration for Oryneia that went beyond simply acknowledging the satyr woman to be very pretty. It was hard for the princess to put into words the certain feelings starting to rise from her fascination now extending to other aspects of the demi-antelope's person, recognising a certain beauty in the contours of Oryneia's outer labia - a decisive mark of femininity - which were clear even through the covering of her lower half's short-haired pelt, and looking at it caused a slight tingling in Eir's own equivalent which was very distinct from her current need to urinate.

That same tingle turned more intense when Eir then watched Oryneia spread said labia apart using the index and middle fingers, revealing the soft, pink lining within, as well as the small entryway to her vagina and the even tinier hole above that which she was clearing the way for. Copying the horned woman's actions, Eir parted her plump lower lips in the same manner only using her right hand, feeling the cooler air against her more sensitive inner flesh which they normally kept concealed, although it was not an unpleasant sensation in the slightest.

"I do actually have to go myself. Mélaries's wine works its way through you quick in more ways than one!" Oryneia joked in an attempt to defuse Eir's anxiety. "I know some people get a little nervous when they pee in places not exactly private, but just relax, don't think about it too much and..." No sooner than she said that last syllable did a thin, yellow stream squirt from out her urethra at a pressure and a distance which was quite impressive for a vagina-haver to accomplish. The satyr let out a sigh as her urine arced through the air and even twinkled like liquid citrine when it caught a little bit of sunlight through the tree branches before landing into the brook with light rippling sound. "See? Nothing to it~ Just a part of anyone's natural body functions. No need to make a big fuss of it at all~"

Nevertheless, Eir found the process all so oddly engrossing. Until now, she had never witnessed another person micturate in all her young life, and the method in which Oryneia was doing it made her wonder if she had been going about it wrong herself in all that time. Without waiting for the female satyr to finish, Eir attempted following her advice, although was finding it quite difficult to relax while Oryneia watched her womanhood so expectantly, with nothing coming out of her own pee-hole in those first few seconds. However, watching her acquaintance relieving her own self combined with the pleasant tinkling sound it made against the water's surface assisted in successfully coaxing the princess' own piss out soon enough. At first, Eir's urine only came out in drips, then as a weak trickle pattering onto the grass, although once the floodgates were opened, a slight surge of confidence came over the human for her to put more conscious pressure behind her bladder that allowed for her golden rill to shoot faster and further, managing to make its mark into the streamlet alongside Oryneia's!

Eir made an excited exclamation the moment her aim was achieved, surprising even herself of her capability, which was followed by a giddy giggle from amusement at going to the bathroom without being in the bathroom (she had quite the sheltered life). The princess felt incredibly liberated once her misgivings over micturating out of doors has been overcome, as well as from the actual act itself, and alongside somebody else on top of that! She looked to Oryneia with beaming glee, and even though this act was probably far more everyday for the satyr, she returned Eir a warm smile, pleased to see her new friend was able to dispel her scruples. While they were bonding, however, neither of the girls noticed the music behind them had been put on pause.

Mélaries and Capranthós' attentions had turned aside, watching their female companions seeming to somehow be having quite the enjoyable time going through what was merely a regular biological process. But now that they had a better understanding the extent of just how unworldly Eir really was, the satyr men looked to one another with knowing smirks on their faces as the same mischievous thought crossed both their minds at once on how they could have fun further teasing the guileless human, having a brief exchange if only to confirm they were on the same wavelength:

"I don't know about you, Capranthós, but seeing Oryneia and Eir take a leak has suddenly given me the urge to drain the python myself."

"Hm, funnily enough, same here, now that you mention it. What do you say we go join our lady friends?"

With that, the two men put their instruments aside for the time being and walked together in the direction where the women were still in the midst of relieving themselves (a lot of wine had been drunk). The males then positioned themselves on either side of the females - Mélaries on Eir's right, and Capranthós to Oryneia's left - and stood while the girls still squatted so that their heads were perfectly with their waists. The ram and goat-horned satyrs then whipped their loin cloths to one side in synch the instant they were in place and had been noticed by the ladies, but before either could make any comment, revealing what the loose garments had somehow miraculous kept hidden from Eir throughout all their prancing, and which also happened to be the human's very first time laying her eyes on such examples in the living flesh. What examples they were as an introduction too!

Looking aside to the nearest of satyr men first, Eir was greeted with an eyeful of an extension of his swart flesh protruding from out amongst the wool of his groin, dangling limp with its extremity reaching roughly midway down his thighs, its dark tip only just barely peeking out from the protubence's outer wrapping of additional epidermis. The princess' heart rate skyrocketed as her large brown eyes during that askance glance must have lasted for a second at most, although it felt as though time had temporarily froze for far longer as that initial glimpse of a male's equipment was so distinctly burnt into her memory. Eir then snapped her head the other way out of a flustered instinct to avert her gaze, only to be met with the confirmation that Capranthós had also uncovered his apparatus next to Oryneia, the demi-goat's member being an analogous size and shape as to his ram-horned accomplice's down to a similar sheath of skin, although, of course, his was of a far paler pigmentation, with its tip taking on a pinkish tinge.

Eir was left nothing short of awestruck. She had seen illustrations of penises before in text books during her time being tutored, though nothing could have readied her for the real thing, especially not for the sizes which these satyrs were sporting, which were significantly more endowed than the depictions of average human lengths which had been her sole reference before now. She found their presence somewhat intimidating, as though they exuded a certain aura of commandment, and yet there was also a certain majesty in the manner in which the two handsome men were proudly showcasing physical symbols of their virility, as if their unveiling now gave Eir a complete image of their attractiveness. Oryneia, meanwhile, was merely irritated, although even then it did not sound like it was to any particularly severe degree.

"Really, guys?" The satyr woman sighed out in mild exasperation.

"What? We're only needing to spend a penny." Mélaries said coyly. "You said it yourself, Ory, there's no big deal to it, right? Just a natural function of the body~" Oryneia was very much wise to what the men's impish intentions were by freely flaunting their private parts in front of their demure human acquaintance, and further knew that they knew her opinions about it in turn. However, she could hardly contradict their shared philosophy following this defeat by Mélaries' logic lest she only ended up further confusing innocent Eir, though the brunette satyr still stayed disapproving in the tight-lipped moments that followed, while the princess, for all her excitement, never voiced complaint for the men's action herself.

Meanwhile, Mélaries and Capranthós took their uncircumcised shafts respectively in hand, lifting them up to aim them out towards the rivulet shortly before golden streams just like that of Eir and Oryneia shot simultaneously from out the slits of their penis tips accompanied by sighs from their owners, joining with the women's streams to ring in concert against the running water's surface, almost sounding almost like a pleasant musical collaboration in its own right. Throughout it all, Eir remained mesmerised by the masculine mode of urinating, so distinct from her and Oryneia's own method of taking part in the same act. There was even a hint of envy at how easily the males were even able to direct their streams thanks to their phalluses being essentially hoses, although it was moreso merely those very phalluses themselves that the princess herself was most enamored by.

"You seem rather interested, Petal." Mélaries then said aside to the princess, noticing her fixation. Eir flinched after she had been caught staring, looking up at him and ready to apologise, although from reading the the ram-horned satyr's expression, he did not seem to mind the slightest. On the contrary, he seemed rather amused. "Enjoying what you are seeing~?" He asked with a smile.

"Uh... w-well... it's just that I've never actually seen a real boy's thingy in person before..." Eir admitted rather timorously.

"Really now?" The piper was taken more aback by this revelation than from being peeped on, as were his fellow satyrs. "Then again, I suppose you are still young. I suppose it is a lot of firsts for you today, huh?" He went on. "And? What do you think of it?"

"Um... they are an awful lot bigger than I thought they would be..." The male satyrs both gave a laugh.

"And just like that, you've already learned one of the best ways to boost a man's ego~ Good girl!" The piper declared.

"But they can get even bigger too, right? And something like that really would go inside me... t-to make babies...? Would it even fit...?" The human started asking some questions plaguing her mind, her voice slightly trembling at the prospect of the logistics of intercourse from a glance, leading to a twinge in her vulva at the mere thought. There was a silence - save for their piddling still in session - as the atmosphere took a turn for the awkward before Oryneia said:

"Well, I suppose they can look a wee bit daunting when you're not used to seeing them, but you'd be surprised by just how much your holes can fit!" Holes? Plural? Eir was not entirely sure if she heard the antelope-antlered satyr right, but she went on before the human could ask her to clarify. "It actually feels really good when you're doing it! A lot of people do it just for fun, you know, not just to make babies!"

"Oh, yes, I know that! I was always taught it was one of the most intimate things a husband and wife can do..." Eir interjected, wishing not to appear like a total ignoramus, though she was soon just as promptly put down.

"Ah, these humans still teach that conservative nonsense?" Capranthós then chimed into the conversation in progress.

"Oh, gods, here comes one of his rants..." Oryneia rolled her eyes, though was unable to retreat anywhere while her piss was still in progress.

"Didn't think he had enough drink in him for one yet..." Mélaries lamented, similarly stuck within earshot of his goat-legged friend at the mercy of his own micturating.

"It doesn't have to be a husband and wife, Eir." The tambourinist continued, apparently unhearing or just unheeding of his companions' comments, as he was addressing the princess directly, who was mostly listening, yet still trying to fathom in the back of her mind how his penis could have possibly fitted inside her. "You're allowed to do it with your beloved, whether you've tied the knot or not. Or even just someone you're good friends with. By Tartarus, the three of us have fooled around plenty of times with people we didn't even know the names of! As long as you're all adults involved, as long as all parties consent, and as long as you're safe about it, well, Olympus is the limit, I'll say.

"I swear, these humans, the sooner they learn to stop being so uptight about shagging, the happier the whole lot of 'em will be. I reckon that's why they wage so many wars with each other, you know. All that pent-up frustration coming from the prudish way of life they've imposed on themselves, only for them to go venting it all out anyway in ways far unhealthier.." It was only by the time Capranthós had concluded his diatribe did his urine stream start to dwindle, with Mélaries, Oryneia and the princess' peeing also all starting to peter out more or less around the same time, all four making a shiver upon finally finishing.

"Honestly, Cap, have you never considered spending a stint lecturing philosophy at Minervum's lyceums? At least then, you might find a willing audience." Oryneia remarked as she replaced her own loincloth and stood back up, while Eir kept crouched a little longer than she needed while watching the males give their flaccid members a few firm flaps to flick them free of any droplets still clinging to the end.

"Ah, no offense intended to you personally, Petal." Capranthós then said to Eir as if just remembering she was human herself after coming down from his incitement, consciously choosing to ignore what the mandolist said. "But surely even you agree with that old cliché of making love and not war?" He put the question to her just as he put his penis back behind his loincloth as Mélaries did the same, although the images of either had still yet to leave Eir's mind.

The princess had been caught off-guard by Capranthós's sudden tirade - for he seemed the most easy-going of the satyrs up to that point - as well as the subsequent question he posed to her. In truth, Eir was not quite sure what she personally agreed on. Ever since she was first taught the topic, her tutors stressed to her how taboo of a subject sex was in the polite society where she had been born and bred, so it was both quite the shock and an eye-opener to meet people - admittedly outside of those circles and even her own species - who exemplified the exact opposite. The satyrs did not see nudity or sex as anything crude or shameful, to be discussed only in hushed tones and euphemism. It was just... normal.

This conflict of views left Eir somewhat confused where she might stand on the subject herself, but she was also aware she may have simply been woefully inexperienced herself to yet form a full opinion of her own. She enjoyed her home environs well enough, but this small scale party she was enjoying with the satyrs was the most fun she had had in recent memory. Even her overblown birthday seemed more in celebration for her status as a princess, rather than her as a person. They certainly did seem to honestly enjoy one another's company plenty enough: a far cry from the stuffy, older noblemen and women her parents often 'entertained' (the term used loosely for the dull events Snjórland's court often hosted) that even Eir could clearly perceived merely only tolerated one another's company for reasons outside her understanding, yet none would outright say.

Just as Mélaries had put it, today was turning out to be a day of many firsts for her, so perhaps she was about ready to add yet another on top of all that so far to help broaden her horizons and come to a conclusion independently? The satyrs seemed to like her well enough already, and the men had already expressed their attraction to her.

"Do you think... do you think you can show me...?" Was all Eir mext timidly entreated, though admittedly, perhaps it was the additives in the wine which had provided her with the courage to put forth the question even in the hushed tone that she did it in, although seeing the handsome men's members and Oryneia's reassurance were certainly also the catalysts for her curiosity.

All three satyrs looked to one another first with quizzical looks. However they expected the princess to answer, it was evidently not that with that response. It was as though they were silently deliberating with one another whether they really should grant the young human woman's request when even she did not seem entirely too confident whether it was something she wanted in that moment herself.

Sure, they were open about sex with each other and would not have minded getting with the human if things were heading in that direction, although they were hardly expecting that out of all of them, it was to be pure, virginal Eir to suggest escalating her learning to its next logical step with hardly any persuasion needed. In any case, it did not take long for the satyrs to each come to the same conclusion without exchanging words, only knowing smiles to one another, which they then all turned towards Eir at once.

III

The quartet brought themselves back to the centre of the stone circle. The three satyrs stripped themselves just as bare as Eir was, although they took far less time to do so than she did, both from the fewer articles they wore, and simply just seeming less shy about disrobing in the forest in front of one another. In fact, to Eir, the non-humans each somehow looked more comfortable out of their clothing than they did in it.

Not long after, the princess next found herself kneeling on the soft grass directly in front of Capranthós, hands placed neatly on her lap which belied the rising anxiety in her for what was about to take place. Just beside her, the more experienced Oryneia had taken a squatted stance of her own in front of Mélaries, keeping herself steady with her hands held flat against the standing ram-horned satyr's thighs. Of course, as inferred, sex was touched upon as part of Eir's royal education, although mainly limited only to its pragmatic aspects, and even then, was not an especial focus for too long, but the satyrs were keen to fill the gaps in the princess' knowledge about its nuances with a hands-on approach. As such, It was unanimously agreed amongst the demi-beast trio that Oryneia - sharing her gender - was the best fit out of the three to act as Eir's primary guide through the human's first time.

Naturally, the most fitting place to start would be at the beginning, with Oryneia kicking things off explaining what she termed as 'foreplay', which she summed up as essentially being the preparatory work which built up to the main event. Eir attentively watched as the mandolinist tenderly held Mélaries' soft member parallel with the ground while she explained it was best to begin things by taking a male partner's penis and giving it a few gentle pulls in order to 'wake it up' as it were. Oryneia subsequently demonstrated such while further explaining about being careful not to squeeze too tightly or pull too hard, at least not at first, which prompted the piper to quip an anecdote regarding an encounter he once had with overzealous orc who acted like she was trying to yank his manhood off his person entirely in her ardour, something he was in a hurry to repeat, claiming one could still see the faded mark it had left on his foreskin if looked closely enough.

In the span of just a few moments, Eir was able to visibly witness the way Mélaries' member had ceased being quite so floppy, reaching some sort of halfway state of solidifying simply by way of Oryneia's jostling of it. The princess did not quite understand the correlation behind it (maybe she had been told once before, but she could not quite remember), and it was obvious that it mattered little to the satyrs for none of them wasted breath expounding on it. Nervous though she was, Eir was eager to see if an amateur like her was capable of producing the same effect. She faced forwards again, Capranthós cock dangling before her as she gingerly reached up to carefully take it in one dainty hand roughly by its midsection. She found the male's fleshy extension a peculiar thing to hold, feeling a lot more pliant compared to any other limb, radiating with a significant warmth and possessing a surprisingly significant weight.

One heartbeat later, Eir started pushing her soft clutch backwards, making sure to do so slowly as Capranthós foreskin effortlessly peeled away from his pinkish glans along with it. The human froze again with trepidation, second guessing whether she was doing this all right despite mimicking Oryneia, though she took this moment to admire the appearance of the tambourinist's penis so up-close. When Capranthós voiced no complaint, Eir brought her grasp towards her again, bringing the prepuce with it to re-cover the tip.

Again, the goat-horned male gave no objection, and Eir took this to be giving her license to start moving her mitt rhythmically back and forth just as Oryneia was doing to Mélaries, and sure enough, she was actually starting to feel the member rousing to true life within her fingers and palm, becoming a little less soft and limp, becoming a little bit longer and feeling a bit warmer. Even just this simple half-success was enough to bring immense satisfaction to Eir, accomplishing something that seemed so daunting from her unversed perspective at first, but this was merely the smallest step towards what was still in store for her yet.

"Nice one, Petal!" The princess heard Oryneia cheer her efforts, the human turning to the female satyr, brightly smiling from being praised, although was then taken aback when she saw the progress the antelope-antlered woman had made whilst she was looking away. Mélaries' rod was now fully upright without any support needed from Oryneia's part, his length visibly increasing even further by a few inches. The mandolinist's hand was still closed around the length, but her clasp was now tighter, her back and forth movements a lot quicker and could not quite be described as 'gentle' as they were prior. While the ram-horned man's breathing became quicker and more audible, the female satyr gave her next piece of advice to the princess, not even looking at what she was doing while she did. "When it gets fully stiff like this, now you can get a little more lively~ Still take care, of course, but no need to be too reserved about it. Trust me, the boys here are used to it and can withstand a lot."

With that specification, Eir turned back to Capranthós' crotch, and was only now realising her own hand had still been automatically stroking his dick while she was looking away herself, and it already appeared to have gotten a little stiffer even in that short time, certainly a little larger. She felt a slight abashment by how quickly she seemed to be picking up on the lewd gestures, though disregarded it as she followed the advice and consciously started picking up the pace of her strokes, not by a whole lot at first, feeling it was only right to ease both the tambourinist and herself into the increase in tempo. Even this slight change was enough to make the goat-legged male let out a mild moan in his bassy timbre, which made Eir flinch and instantly halt her actions, fearing she had caused some injury to Capranthós that brought about that exclamation, but when she looked up at him, about to apologise, she was only met with his insistence of "C'mon, Eir, don't stop now!"

A little bit bewildered, the human nevertheless followed her more experienced acquaintance's assertion and resumed her strokes at the same rate from before, his cock growing harder the longer she kept at it just as Oryneia had alleged. Eir accordingly increased the rate of her hand motions in correlation with the penis' stiffness, consciously maintaining her efforts against Capranthós' constant moaning that, before now, she only assumed could have been made in displeasure rather than the precise opposite. The princess was actually starting to find it rather fun making the sandy-haired satyr produce vocal responses to her actions.

Before long, Eir had gotten Capranthós' penis just as stiff as Oryneia had gotten Mélaries'. The two women still continued rapidly rubbing the men's members for a brief while afterwards, the human continuing the same step until the mandolinist divulged the next, and the satyr female continuing simply for the fun of it, losing slight track of her role as an instructor, although both girls were very much enjoyers the intermingling moans the males were making. As if suddenly remembering that she was supposed to be mentoring the human, Oryneia then started speaking again: "Now, Petal, once a prick is as hard it can be, all that thorough jerking you've been doing is usually enough to keep them standing to attention long enough for them to fulfil their function... although there is a trick you can try to secure that even more~"

"Oh? Can you show me?" Inquisitive Eir asked as innocently as a person could while wanking off a satyr's dick, although the antelope-antlered woman was ready to demonstrate regardless of whether she was requested to or not.

Saying nothing but flashing a cheeky grin that spoke volumes, Oryneia ceased her strokes on Mélaries' erection before pointing it directly towards her face, or more specifically, her mouth. Much to Eir's shock, the satyr woman then opened her mouth and actually put the tip of the piper's penis inside! The princess made an audible gasp from witnessing the gesture, astonished to the point where she actually paused in pulling Capranthós' rod, at first thinking the mandolinist may have bitten down on her friend's private parts! After just a little observation though, it was clear Oryneia was doing no such thing, and was merely sucking on the bulbous head of the ram-horned satyr's member, although her mouth did not remain exclusively at its end for very long.

Soon, the satyr woman slid her lips some inches further down the length before pulling her face back. Next, she started bobbing her head repeatedly up and down this relatively small span of the much longer manhood, utilising her lips on the length in very much a similar manner to how she had applied her hand, which still simultaneously stroked the lower portion of Mélaries' rod. In any case, whatever she was doing seemed to be pleasing Mélaries very much, as Eir observed his handsome face smiling with his eyes closed in bliss, and his moans taking on a notable shift in pitch.

Oryneia kept this up only for about a minute before she took her mouth away from the demi-ram's bellend in order to discuss with the human what she had just done, although even from Eir's fresh point of view, the act pretty much spoke for itself, although she did pick up this nugget of wisdom that stuck with her for the rest of her days: "Never underestimate the power of your mouth, Petal, or your partner's for that matter. A little wet warmth applied in the right places in the right way with your lips or your tongue can go a far for anyone~ How about giving it a try yourself?"

Eir was conflicted by the mandolist's urging. Everything was happening so briskly that day, staggeringly so. She had only just seen and felt a penis for the first time, and now she was being expected to put it in her mouth...? She was certainly curious to see if what Oryneia said rang true for her too, although she also had definite hesitations about putting her maw anywhere near what had been reputed to be a 'dirty thing' from how she had heard men's privates described as on at least a couple occasions and had conjured up certain images that had stuck in Eir's imagination for much of her young life. The princess turned back to face the goat-horned satyr's gonads, and inspecting it so upclose, it did not seem to be particularly dirty. It would certainly be a mouthful, sure, and there was a certain scent about it which Eir had dedicated, but it was otherwise spotless from what she could perceive.

Eir got the impression the satyrs were understanding enough to put their promiscuity on pause if she felt too uncomfortable to continue at any point, however, the human resolved she would experience as much as they were willing to offer her that night. That said though, Eir remained circumspect even as she continued, still holding Capranthós' cock by the shaft and aiming it straight in the general direction of her lips, parting them half-squeamishly but as fully wide as she could stretch her jaw before steadily leaning forwards until the rounded tip of of the goat-horned satyr's rod she was keeping her crossed eyes on disappeared from her line of sight, and she could feel it against her tongue.

"That's it, Petal, no rush, take your time~" Eir heard Oryneia's gentle encouragement from the side, which while appreciated, did nothing to alleviate her racing heart as she then gently shut her maw once more, enclosing her lips around Capranthós' cockhead to be met with immediate acclaim from its owner by way of a pleased sigh. Was that it done? Gosh, for all her trepidation, it was really anticlimactic when she finally did it, she thought, as though there was really nothing to it after all. The princess then started copying what she had watched the other woman do, albeit at her own careful pace, sliding her lips steadily down the rest of the shaft, feeling more of it enter into her cheeks and skating along her tongue, though it was only after she started doing this did she realise she was not quite certain to what extent she should be taking the penis into her mouth, and it was only a second after this thought occurred to her that said extent was discovered first-hand: the goat-horned man's glans touched her tonsils, immediately triggering the human's gag reflex. Eir instinctively threw her head back, taking her mouth completely off the penis for fear she may vomit if she did not do so in an immediate manner. A series of sputtering followed, drawing concern from the satyrs.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, I forgot to mention, but you shouldn't try swallowing the whole thing until you're much more practiced." Oryneia apologised, leaning over to reassuringly put her hands on Eir's shoulders. "I'm just so used to it, I guess it just slipped my mind!" She laughed uneasily.

"Shame though. I do enjoy hearing those raunchy sort of sounds..." Capranthós contradicted her under his breath, but all Eir could think was if Oryneia really was claiming she could take an entire thing of that size into her mouth? Was that physically possible for anybody outside of the giantkin? Eir was really curious as to how that might have looked... as well as how Mélaries might respond to it...

"Do you think you could show me...?" Eir then asked upon recovering before she could change her mind about doing so, although she did feel a little ashamed making such a frank request, and even Oryneia seemed taken quite aback by it being put forth. The satyr woman did not respond right away though, biting her bottom lip as if contemplating whether it was really appropriate to show off that particular proficiency to a learning novice, not wanting to make the virgin feel inadequate by comparison.

"Yeah, come on, Ory! Give our pretty Petal a demonstration~!" Mélaries further goaded his female friend on, which seemed to be all it took to persuade her.

"Well... okay, but only to give her a frame of reference." Oryneia acquiesced, though her hesitance did not sound entirely convincing, which was not helped by her hands already being placed flat against the ram-horned satyr's lap before she had finished that sentence, her mouth only millimetres away from his member before seeming to suddenly realise she should probably reiterate: "Remember, Eir, don't feel pressured you have to match this."

With that out of the way, Oryneia put her mouth back onto Mélaries' erection, taking it inside her cheeks before and pushed her face forwards as she and Eir were doing before, but this time, the satyr woman did not stop at the point where she was previously started bobbing her head, and certainly passed the same mark where the human had started to gag, making the princess watch on in wide-eyed awe that anyone could be capable of fitting something of that size into their throat without choking.

Eir was especially fascinated from watching the way Oryneia's neck visibly distended from the exterior, indeed confirming that the piper's huge cock really was filling out her gullet, and the demi-antelope did not stop until there was simply nothing left for her to swallow. No sooner did the mandolinist's nose touch Mélaries' pubis, however, did she finally start pulling her face back, gurgling sounds coming from her throat as the re-revealed ram-horned satyr's shaft now glistening within a slimy coat of phlegm, at least from the two-thirds Eir was able to see of it anyway as Oryneia did not fully vacate the penis from her maw, but merely moved it back down the rest of the length a second time before she arrived at the tip.

Once more, Oryneia took all those girthy inches into her gorge, making it seem all so cursive. Not only that, but the female satyr put her head into a speedy rhythm of shifting back and forth along the demi-ram's member, the shaft being stroked by her lips while being caressed by her throat, from which Eir could hear the faint squelch sloppily accompanied by what she could best describe as 'gluk' vocalisations. The princess was very much impressed at the mandolinist's apparent absence of discomfort, and Mélaries was very receptive to receiving this deep-throating, as Eir found evident by observing the ram-horned male tilting his head back and closing his eyes, his comely countenance conveying utmost bliss as he made pleased groans behind smiling lips, placing one hand atop Oryneia's head, though only as if to keep himself steady as he withstood the delight he was being treated to, as it was his female friend seemed to be the one entirely in confident control here.

Eir was so engrossed from watching, that she had nearly entirely forgotten about her own partner and hastily turned her attention back to Capranthós' cock, who was fortunately patient enough, and equally just as much entertained by the spectacle going on between his two fellow satyrs, which certainly helped keeping him stiff. It had become apparent that Oryneia had gotten quite engrossed herself fucking her own throat on her friend's length, temporarily dropping her coaching duties, but the princess had already gained confidence enough that she considered herself capable enough to take the initiative hereon.

With a lot less hesitation this time around, Eir took the tip of the goat-legged satyr's manhood into her mouth once again, steadily making her way down it once more, carefully feeling out where her limit may lie regarding how much of the length she was capable of swallowing, which was not very much at all in comparison to its full length. Still, she persisted, and Capranthós seemed pleased by this well enough. He was not quite lost in euphoria as Mélaries was, who was still mindlessly moaning, but it meant the tambourinist was a lot more articulate throughout it all.

"Mmm, I'd forgotten how nice the slow and steady approach can feel~" The human heard him purr, as well as feeling him place his hands firmly on her shoulders. "Ah! Just be mindful of where you're putting your teeth, Petal. You're bringing back some bad memories about the time I hooked up with a vampire without realising..."

Even though it was only Capranthós gaining all the physical pleasure from this interaction between the two of them, Eir still found something peculiarly satisfying from feeling and exploring his penis with her mouth as she sucked on it, somewhat like the same sort of contentment she derived from sucking on a lollipop, and although the satyr's dick was nowhere near as sweet, there was still something to its vaguely musky taste that surprisingly appealed to the princess' refined tastes. Lollipop association still in mind, Eir also started absent-mindedly rolling her tongue around the satyr's erection as she gently moved her head back and forth, the recipient of which seeming to especially enjoy when she heard him sound a groan notably louder than the ones he had been hitherto producing, which also prompted human to peek upwards to ascertain the form his expression was taking in response to this act.

"Oh, yes~ That's it~ Look up at me with those big beautiful brown eyes of yours, Eir~" Capranthós positively crooned when his downwards gaze met with the human's in that moment while her mouth was midway funneled around his member. "Gods, that has to be one prettiest things I've ever had the fortune to lay my own eyes on... hey, and I'm the first to see it as well!" He said, sounding so pleased that it left the princess rather puzzled over how the simplicity of the gesture had such an effect. Equally, she was puzzled if having a penis in her mouth really did make her look as pretty as Capranthós had lauded. If that was so, why did that sort of thing not get described in romantic poetry? She really wished she had a mirror so she could judge for herself. Whatever the case, Eir thrived on the positive response, and was thus motivated to perpetuate her efforts in pleasing the flattering gentleman.

"Hey, Eir, please tell me you're not going to let your magnificent tits go to waste?" Capranthós then asked her out of the blue following a few minutes more of being blown. So confused was Eir by his choice of words though, that she felt compelled to pop her mouth off his cock in order to clarify what he was talking about.

"My what...?" The princess replied in response, being the very first time she had heard this particular vulgar slang used in her life, as everybody who had surrounded her always took careful care to politely use the proper name for things when in conversation with or around her. "Like the little birds...?"

"You know, your boobies? Your knockers? Your gazongas?" The tambourinist rattled through the synonyms, but Eir just drew a blank at each one until the satyr eventually gave in, rolling his eyes and instead slid his right mitt from her shoulder down to her chest to grope a handful of what he was referring to. "These!" He said, slightly exasperated, giving a squeeze on her breast for emphasis just in case the princess still did not quite get it.

"Ah, my b-bosom?!" Eir finally caught on with a yelp. "Wh-what do you mean 'letting them go to waste'...?"

"I mean you're not putting my lad between them!" Capranthós explained, although before his words could even register with, the zealous satyr grabbed the princess by the underarms with both hands to raise her up a little higher on her knees so that his crotch was now level with her chest rather than her face. The goat-horned man's paws then darted to Eir's boobs at the same time he shifted his hips forwards to situate his penis directly between the soft mounds, demonstrating exactly what he desired. Eir squeaked with surprise from this sudden shake up, as well as from having her tender bust grappled in such a manner, the tambourinist moving them up and down whilst they were engulfing his length.

"These can be used for this?!" She exclaimed, shocked by the innovative implementation of her mammaries.

"Don't teach you that at your human schools, do they~?" Capranthós chuckled. "Men love this, Eir. Do this on your wedding night without being asked, and you can be assured of your husband's devotion 'till death do you part!" Although the tambourinist was probably half-joking, Eir did lock his advice away in the back of her mind for future reference, although perhaps that story will be told on another occasion.

For the present, Eir picked up on the technique of providing a titjob quickly, although she did not really find there was much to it. After showing her what to do, Capranthós left the task of massaging his member with her milkers literally in the human's hands while his own returned to her shoulders and he focused on humping his hips in the opposite direction that Eir was bringing her breasts at any given moment, the princess' saliva which still coated part of his penis allowing it to easily glide between her mounds of flesh even when she was holding them as tight as she was together. Once again, in spite of how simple her actions were, the satyr man appeared to greatly enjoy them.

During this, Eir was mostly fixated on the way the glans of the tambournist's penis repeatedly peeked out from the narrow space between her boobs, his foreskin being pulled back right at the moment it emerged, a small amount of precum being squeezed out from his urethra, although the princess still noticed something approach from out the corner of her eye. Eir turned her head to the side and was immediately greeted by the sight of the only other penis present now scant centimetres from prodding her countenance! She looked up to its owner's face, and who else could be looking back but Mélaries, apparently having deserted Oryneia.

The piper smiled down at her as he explained: "Couldn't very well let the opportunity to compare how your own lovely lips feel on my knob pass me by now, could I, Petal~? Of course, that's only if you feel up for trying a bit of multitasking. Don't want to overwhelm you too- ah!" Mélaries could not even finish that thought before Eir keenly took the ram-horned man's erection into her mouth with zero prior verbal notification, and far less hesitation than what she had shewn even just a few minutes ago, completely unbothered by the antelope-antlered woman's saliva still coating this second length, whereas before she might have balked to having another's spit enter her mouth in any capacity.

Eir was eager to have something to suck on once again, as well as wondering whether she might be able to make Mélaries moan just as Oryneia had been able to. She was also curious to find out whether there was any difference from one cock's taste from another's, though was a little let down to find the ram-horned man's to be much of the same, though further dispelled her initial perception of penises being universally dirty. Mélaries was making as much of a response as Capranthós was, and peering upwards, Eir could read the extent of his bliss in his mien, though after a while, the piper too also requested if he might also she may grace him to feel her wonderful breasts on his manhood (his exact choice of words), which led the princess to switch herself around, now starting to suck on Capranthós' cock once again whilst instead massaging the demi-ram's member within her boobs. Eir had only given her first blowjob mere minutes ago, and here she was already servicing two men at once, and doing a decent job of it too!

Perhaps you may be wondering what Oryneia was up to during this time, seemingly neglected by both the other three and the author. Well, once Mélaries had left her to give Eir all his attention, the impromptu tutor thought she would take the opportunity to simply assess her impromptu understudy's swiftly-developing skills, and she was very much enjoying what she was assessing, as was evident by her sitting spread-legged on the ground a little distance away from the engaged trio so that she could keep them all in her eyeline at once while she was gently rubbing fingers over her folds - slightly sticky with arousal - to the sight, making a few hums that went unheeded by the rest, entertained plenty by the view alone, although she was merely warming herself up before reintegrating herself amongst the others.

When she was unable to hold herself back any longer, Oryneia started crawling on all fours towards where Eir, Mélaries and Capranthós were congregated and keeping busy among themselves. The specific target in the female satyr's sights did not require her to stand up at this time. In fact by the time she was within range of it, she had to lower her head even further towards the floor. With her full attention focused on the men, Eir was only made aware of Oryneia's approach when she felt a pair of soft hands upon her thighs, though their softness belied her zeal when they then pried the princess' knees apart in opposing directions, scraping them along the grass and leaving scores of naked soil in their wake, and quicker than the human was able check the cause of it, she was finding herself to be a recipient of oral sex for the first time, simultaneous with her first experiences providing it!

Eir flinched and squeaked, though the sound was smothered by Capranthós' cock inside her mouth in that instant, though she was prompted to pull her gob away from the demi-goat's penis quick enough for a saliva strand to still connect the two body parts before it broke away when the human spoke to what could only be the other woman who had started to tasting her pussy down below without warning.

"O-Ory...! What are you...?" The princess started to ask, her round cheeks flushed crimson, although could not complete her full question before letting out a melting moan, her spine suddenly turning spongy as she was discovering to the delights of having a wet, lingual muscle manoeuvre around her tender twat, especially with the dexterity that Oryneia was displaying. In an instant, Eir understood the appeal to the men when she put her mouth on their dicks if it was analogous to this. The brunette satyr smiled broadly while she deftly licked, looking straight upwards from between the princess' pale thighs with her pretty pair of eyes that matched the rich shade of hazel as Eir's own that were looking back down to confirm what was happening. Pure though she may have presented herself, even Eir was far from unfamiliar with touching herself down below in private, yet the idea that the first person other than herself to touch in that place and in such a way would be another woman was quite the bolt from the blue!

To quickly provide a crumb of cultural context, while same-sex relations were not unheard of nor illicit in Snjórland, they still were not exactly an openly discussed subject in the mainstream, and certainly not within the conservative confines of the royal court. For her whole life, the very concept of involving herself in a sexual interaction with another woman never once crossed Eir's consciousness until that very moment, and of all the epiphanies she was experiencing during that day, that was certainly a contender for the biggest of all, comprehending that it may not just merely be men she had to limit herself to when having this sort of romp with. If you were able to enjoy yourself with someone else, then what should it matter which gender they are, after all? Eir deliberately let her question go unfinished, not wanting to spoil this moment with needless chatter, merely allowing Oryneia to act as she pleased, finding that alone to be a more than satisfactory answer.

Understandably, these constant revelations in rapid succession were proving a bit much for Eir to process, although in a way she found it somewhat thrilling, even if in the princess' underexperienced opinion, she was thinking that this foreplay was being drawn out far longer than was strictly necessary. She did not feel the cocks become any stiffer either in her mouth or between her boobs in spite of her still maintaining as much effort as she had been - enjoyable though it was hearing the men moan, and who were still clearly enjoying it plenty themselves - and the novel delight derived from Oryneia's tongue exploring around and between her folds felt as though it had already plateaued, exhilarating as the thought still was to be receiving cunnilingus for the first time and from a member of the same sex no less. If only Eir had a little more experience under her belt (quite literally), perhaps she would have gotten the sense that the antelope-antlered woman was deliberately holding back her adroit efforts out of concern that she may trigger a climax far too early for what was to come.

After a while of this happening, Eir - once there was a moment she could spare when her lips were not on either of the males' glans, though nevertheless had her eyes transfixed upon them still - murmured some words, barely audible in the midst of her own moans courtesy of Oryneia, although the antler-anteloped woman was able to distinguish what sounded like "... side me..." from the princess's soft and shy speech. It was enough to make the female satyr put pause to eating the princess out before she took her face away from the human's humid crotch.

"Hm, did you say something, Petal~?" Oryneia cheerfully asked - having a feeling she already knew what Eir had mumbled, but still wishing to hear it explicitly stated from the princess' lips - and with enough volume so that she may be heard by the rest of the company present, prompting them to hold back their moans to allow themselves to better listen to what the human was attempting to articulate, although even then, it was scarcely above a whisper; as though feeling guilty to express her honest desire.

"I-I want t-to feel them... the p-penises... i-inside me... please...?" She repeated herself, peeping out her last syllable as she sounded like it was a struggle for her to even formulate a petition as vulgar as that, her round face flushing bright scarlet, and fighting the instinct to hide it behind her hands from the utmost bashfulness she felt after saying something so lewd aloud to other people, but for this trio of promiscuous troubadours, they were as far from being offended and uncooperative as perhaps any person might have hypothetically been.

IV

Upon hearing Eir's request, the three satyrs dispersed. The discarded clothing of both the princess and the troubadours was collected and then spread out over the central altar stone in a way to provide the former with the bare minimum of comfort and minimise abrasions or bruises as she was laid prone along its top surface. Here, lying on her naked back, Eir felt a sudden sense of vulnerability, her heart rate increasing again as she anticipated the satyrs' next actions.

She was unsure what to do with her hands, and merely opted to place one atop the other upon her stomach, ignoring the instinct to use them to shield her modesty, figuring it would be quite silly to bother doing at this late stage when the satyrs had seen so much of her nude already, and they themselves were equally as naked. On the subject of lateness as well, she was looking up at the sky and saw it was not quite as bright a blue as when she had initially stumbled upon her new friends. It had taken on a duller, golden hue. The day was waning, but she had convinced herself that surely what was to come could only last just a little longer. She would most certainly have to rush straight back to the palace after it was over though.

The three satyrs were still standing around where she lay, and leering down at her with covetous smirks that made her wonder if this is how an apple strudel must feel on a plate in front of her during elevenses. Seeing how Capranthós had the privilege of being the first ever person whom the princess had bestowed a blowjob to, all parties present agreed that it was only fair that Mélaries would have the honour of taking the Eir's true virginity.

The ram-horned satyr stood at the end of the rock where her feet rested upon its weathered surface, his hands placed upon her arched knees while he rested his still-erect penis along her pubis and stomach, its ebon colour contrasting beautifully stark with the princess' creamy pigmentation. The full length of the piper's prick easily reached all the way to Eir's belly button, giving her somewhat of a preview of how deep its sheer dimensions would reach within her, and again left her wondering whether she was even physically capable of fitting something of that length and girth within her vagina. There were several other concerns all rushing through the virgin's mind in that moment, although there was only one which she felt necessary to voice:

"Y-you did say satyrs can't make babies with humans...?" Eir stammered out, reiterating what had been discussed amongst them just moments prior off-page.

"Nah. Well... at least, I'm pretty certain our species are too unrelated in the way for that to happen. I mean, I've never heard of a half-satyr. Have you two?" Mélaries asked Oryneia and Capranthós while they were currently standing at the sidelines, who both shook their heads in response while the mandolinist was idly tugging on the tambourinist's cock, and he was fingering her pussy. The imprecise response did not do much to reassure Eir, and as though he had read the consternation on her countenance, the ram-horned satyr added: "You know, Eir, if you're having second thoughts about all this, it's by no means too late to back out."

"N-no, it's fine!" Eir snapped back almost immediately following the final syllable leaving his lips. She had come this far, after all, and her curiosity and desire alike to know how it would feel to have Mélaries' member slide inside her womanhood was far too burning for her to be so simply swayed into not following through with it.

"I'm happy it is~" The demi-ram replied, smiling as he started pulling back his hips, sliding his length down and off Eir's stomach to instead line it up directly with her sex, pressing his tip to the human's folds with some pressure, although not quite enough to fully penetrate yet. Eir could not help but let out a gasp and a shiver as she looked down her body, over her bust, heart thrumming so hard against her chest that she could feel it in her eardrums, agitation rising from knowing that in mere seconds, a boundary was about to be crossed that she could never quite come back from the same way.

However, that crossing was delayed further still by a few torturous moments when there was a sudden interjection of "wait!" that came from neither of the soon-to-be-joined pair, although both did look to the one it did come from just as she was taking a step forwards before crouching down precisely at the point where Mélaries' pecker was meeting Eir's pussy.

"I just remembered how wild you can get when you're too excited, Mél. First-hand too." Oryneia said, grasping her hand tight around the piper's cock tightly to hold him back pushing it any further without her saying so, squeezing a grunt out of him at the same time. "I'm going to make sure you stay at a gentle pace. I don't want the poor girl to end up traumatised out of ever having sex again!" Oryneia's intentions were unquestionably benevolent, although her blunt choice of words did not do anything to alleviate Eir's apprehensions. Mélaries seemed so genteel. Was he really capable of being so rough...?

"Fine by me." Mélaries merely gave a shrug, as if what was causing Eir such angst was merely everyday for him, although she relaxed somewhat when she looked to Oryneia, who merely returned the look with a congenial smile, and knew she was in sympathetic hands. "It's really best to take things easy for your first time, Eir... well, at least that's what I've been told for humans. Never really took much heed to that myself during my own first time... erm, but that's neither here nor there."

Oryneia's other hand then reached for Eir's vulva, her soft fingers gently parting her lower lips wider so now all of Mélaries' glans were touching the pink inner lining of her slit, and absolutely nothing obstructed the path to her lightly trembling vaginal opening. With that, the mandolist then started pulling the piper's penis, signalling he had permission to start pushing hips forwards, though at the same time, she took extra care to dictate the rate of his dick's motion. Eir felt an increasing tension pressing on her genital entrance where only her relatively thin fingers had infilrated before. The princess whimpered some and squirmed a little where she lay, still convinced there was absolutely no chance the satyr male's girth would have been able to enter. Eventually however, her inlet would give way to that impelling force, and Mélaries' bellend suddenly sunk about a single inch within her straight away - causing him to grunt - before Oryneia prevented it from going any deeper just as suddenly.

Eir felt a stinging sensation - though Oryneia had told her to expect that beforehand during the off-page rundown - as if a part of her down below had been torn open, causing her to let out a sharp moan, although the sting only lasted a second, and allowed for a more titillating sensation it had momentarily overshadowed to come to the fore. Yet the princess could not help but feel as though there was a part of her now gone forever that she would never get back, and not just in a physical sense. There was a sort of melancholy in that moment she could not quite computate, but what she had received in return soon put it out of mind, and made it all worthwhile.

"Cherry popped~" The human believed she heard Oryneia remark with approval, although she must have misheard the mandolist while her mind was on other matters, as otherwise she was unsure what cherries had to do with anything going on, not believing the satyrs had even brought any fruit with them, though this was digressed when the demi-antelope turned to her and gave a more straightforward congratulations, which pleased Eir, even though she felt it was Mélaries and Oryneia who were making all the effort. "And you're fine to continue on?" The female satyr further asked, to which the human gave an enthusiastic nod.

"Now, steady, Mél, steady..." Oryneia instructed her ram-horned companion as he did his best to keep his own self in check during the petals's deflowering, slowly sliding the rest of his length inside Eir, letting out low grunts during his ingress while the princess, wincing, but still watching his penis slowly disappear inside her through squinting eyelids, whined softly as she was overcome by the sensation of her cunt being stretched around a circumference much wider than what she had been able to achieve with merely her digits. She felt it sink up into her hitherto unexplored depths, essentially the same physical sensations she underwent whenever she masturbated amplified two or threefold, and was further enhanced thanks to it being done so by a charming, handsome man.

Although she had not realised it at the time, the satyrs' wine had also had some sorcerous additives which heightened the sensitivity of its drinkers' erogenous zones on top of that. "Let her get used to you... let her feel the size and the shape of your root and allow her burrow to accomodate." Oryneia continued instructing Mélaries, as much to Eir's benefit as it was to his, helping the human comprehend exactly what she was going through. The princess felt the inches delve deeper inside her, feeling the demi-ram's hot, hardened member rubbing against her interior; parting her wettening walls within as it made its passage, slotting into her nearly perfectly in spite of the tightness, as if her pussy was made for his penis specifically in mind.

"Try not to tense up too much, Eir, or it'll start to hurt. Remember to breathe." Oryneia likewise continued advising Eir in a calm tone which was at odds with the princess' rising exhilaration. Eir had not even realised she was tensing up or holding her breath till she had it pointed out to her, although once she started to follow the female satyr's input - letting her limbs lax and regulating her breathing (albeit rapidly) - the whole situation seemed far less stress inducing, allowing her to simply enjoy it for what it was in the moment, although her jitters still ran high, her heart racing as she felt herself grow even warmer on that balmy evening from her blood rushing through all her parts of her body, keeping her energy levels at their utmost.

Just when it seemed like the satyr's cock was going to be sliding up inside her indefinitely, it had stopped its forward advance, plumbed inside Eir to a deep extent she never even knew she possessed. With the human's breathing now somewhat slowed, she looked down to where she was connected with Mélaries, seeing how he had stopped simply because there were no more of even his extensive inches to insert. Oryneia had also withdrawn, now standing up straight and looking down at the same spot as the human was, and appearing quite proud, like a mentor would towards their pupil who had just passed a test thanks to their guidance.

Mélaries remained unmoving for a few moments yet, seemingly savouring the manner in which Eir's pliant sex was moulding itself around the shape of his member, enjoying the subtle trembles her interior made against his length while it accustomed itself to being stuff, and handily gave the human herself an opportunity to regather her wits, and appreciate how far she had felt the demi-ram's dick had reached.

"Is... is that it done...?" Eir then spoke up after some seconds of silence, somewhat puzzled by this pause in the action. It certainly did feel pleasant, discounting the initial pain, but she had always built this moment up in her mind as something much more monumental. Was that really all there was to it? Satyrs seemingly preferred to let their actions speak for themselves, however, and Mélaries said nowt, instead starting to withdraw his pelvis, very slowly, as if it was Eir's own pussy that was preventing him from moving any quicker from how tightly she felt her own orifice involuntary cling around his cock. Although it was nowhere near as stimulating compared to that initial push inwards, it still made the princess whimper and tremble where she lay. Still, she was currently under the impression that it was all but over and done with now, that she would soon be parting ways with the satyrs on amicable terms, and return back to ordinary life at the palace, pleased to have partaken in what she did, although she was still unable to shake that nagging instinct of dissatisfaction if that was the case...

Just shy of Mélaries pulling his glans from out her muff, however, Eir next felt herself abruptly filled all over again, substantially quicker than that initial time around. She let out a hoot from the unexpectedly brisk push, her brown eyes bugging wide as she could not help tensing up contrary what Oryneia had advised. This time, there was no pause when the ram-horned man's cock had arrived at the apex of its reach, and he pulled the same number of inches out just as quickly once more, just so he could thrust forwards again.

He continued to repeat this motion again and again, going at a slightly quicker pace each time, letting out lusty moans as he did. Eir thought she could hear Oryneia's voice scolding Mélaries for picking up his pace so suddenly, although she could not remember what specific words were spoken, with her memory having been far more focused on just how delightful these repetitions were, and the tempo at which they were being made. Now the princess was finally starting to understand the true processes and appeal of intercourse.

Mélaries defended the succumbing to his satyrical instincts between his grunts, insisting Oryneia to look at the evidence before her of how ecstatic Eir's expressions were by this picking up of his pace, though the princess had not included herself in this argument that she was the subject of, on account of being too caught up accepting the glee as it came, unaware of the delirious cast of delight her countenance had currently taken on, or conscious of the moans that disturbed the otherwise calm forest surroundings, and probably could have been heard about half a mile away.

It seemed like Oryneia eventually conceded with Mélaries' justification, or simply gave up getting through to him, for there was no further discussion between the pair, and the ram-horned satyr was steadily increasing his acceleration even further. Eir's bust bounced back and forth to the rhythm that her body was being rocked by as she laid upon the rock. Likewise, driven by instinct to amplify the pleasure, Eir figured that their delights could be enhanced by her motioning her own body in time with Mélaries' movements, and although a little awkward from her position and very much outclassed by the more experienced and better positioned satyr, the princess did her darndest to shift her figure backwards and forwards using the flats of her hands against stone's surface in time to the demi-ram's swinging hips.

However, in whatever manner the ram-horned male may have been ramming Eir for her first time, Oryneia's sexually-orientated, typically-satyr mindset was at odds with the care she felt for her new friend's welfare, and disapproving how Mélaries was going about it was very much separate to how much the mandolist was enjoying observing the practice. Capranthós too was similarly enjoying the show being played out before him. Although Eir was far too caught up in her own intercourse to pay any heed to what was happening in her periphery, our selective omniscience as readers allows us to peep into seeing what those other two were busy doing. The antelope-antlered woman had squatted before her goat-horned companion, holding the tambourinist's penis in one hand at its midway point while bobbing her mouth back and forth along the top inches without being asked nor asking to do so.

Still though, if Capranthós had objections to receiving the unsolicited blowjob, he certainly was not showing any external signs of them, and his soft moans in response to the action were certainly indicating he very much did not have any. Oryneia's own enjoyment was being conveyed through her other hand playing with her pussy, rubbing around her clitoris with a gentleness comparable to the way she was currently fellating her sandy-haired friend, although this likewise soon turned into more intense, full-on furious fingering of her fud with two of her digits.

Reflecting this increased pace, she took her hand away from Capranthós' cock, but before she could consider moving down the rest of the way, the demi-goat keenly grasped both vertical antlers with both his grips, using them as leverage to yank her face inwards to himself at the same time he thrusted his pelvis in the opposing direction, letting his pubis smack into Oryneia's mouth. Although the antelope-antlered woman made a gurgle upon being forced to gulp down so much goat meat in a single, second-long swallow, and whose neck was visibly bulging from the exterior, she achieved so with absolute ease and without any apparent signs of discomfort.

However, an onlooker would have had to discern this very quickly, for after just giving off a groan expressing the sensation of having the female satyr's windpipe clench around his rod in that brief instant, Capranthós' impatience got the better of him and soon he was starting to jolt Oryneia's skull backwards and forwards at a rapid rate that would have utterly rattled the brains of most mortals (the satyr woman not excluded) all in the pursuit of using his bandmate's lips to stimulate his meatstick and satiate his heightened libido. The sandy-haired satyr's moans became repeated, rapid and consistent as the mandolist's mouth sloppily slid back and forth, his furry legs even quaking slightly as he stood.

And for all his efforts, it was not even entirely necessary for Capranthós to carry them out on his part, for Oryneia was also moving her head back and forth by her own volition anyway, doing so in time to the demi-goat's arm movements. It did mean that the visual of her head being apparently wrenched back and forth felt nowhere near as rough to receive as it appeared, and in fact, it was the tambournist who was struggling to keep up with his orally fixated friend as she made more guttural 'glukking' noises with each rapid cycle of her slobbery approach, her tongue constantly circling around the circumference of his cock, receiving no physical pleasure from the act itself, but gaining an intense emotional gratification knowing her skill was making the male react as he was.

However, all that preamble merely acted a further foreplay, for once Oryneia had riled up both herself and Capranthós substantially enough, she wrenched her mouth away from his stone-stiff dick - leaving the inches varnished in a sheen of phlegm - at the same time she unplugged her fingers from her cunt, strands of sopping horny juices still sticking to her saturated digits when she promptly shot herself back up to a stand.

Although primarily preoccupied with her premier experience of intercourse, even Eir could not involuntarily ignore Oryneia's upper half when it was now leaning over her face, the female satyr's hands resting on either side of the princess' curly-haired head, looking down at the human's moaning mien with a smile and a "Hi!", which Eir was unable to articulate a response to before she saw the vague outline of Capranthós positioning himself behind the mandolist.

Eir then watched Oryneia's upper body repeatedly lurch forwards as the tambourinist bumped into her body from behind that made her bounce back back and forth, although it was not just him who was doing the work, with the demi-antelope shifting her own hips in time to his, pushing back so that their bodies collided, and the goat-horned male's dick struck just that little bit extra deeper and harder inside of her that caused her fingers to clench tight into the rounded corners of the rock.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Eir~?" Oryneia asked the princess between moans, gently brushing some of Eir's auburn locks away from her intensely flushed features in order to take a better look at the expressions upon it. In turn, Eir was wholly entranced regarding the Oryneia's own visage evidently elated by the constant bumping she was receiving from behind, noticing the satyr woman's tanned skin starting to sheen slightly with sweat too, and left the princess to wonder how her own countenance was reflecting the sensations she was feeling, and if it was contorting just as entertainingly for the other female.

Eir, being far less composed than Oryneia, only managed out an unsteady nod and an affirmative "mhm!" to the question as she next noticed Capranthós' firm-looking hands slide upwards from her periphery where they had presumably hitherto been holding the mandolist's hips, drifting their way up his female friend's slim frame, over her stomach and ultimately coming to her chest. He then grabbed hold of her breasts, starting to fondle and knead them, and causing a sharper increase in the satyr woman's aroused intonation. Evidently, the tender flesh of her bosom being handled as such contributed to the ongoing stimulation, which in turn made Eir consider her own ample breasts, looking down at them sagging on either side of her torso as they jiggled in rhythmic reaction from the rest of her body being rammed by the remaining male.

With a burgeoning curiosity to experiment, Eir finally found a use for her hands that had remained heretofore idle by her head save for the tensing of her fingers during her repeated receiving of the ram-horned man's rod. The human moved her mitts to her own chest with somewhat of a trepidation before grabbing hold of her boobs, halting their animation as she groped herself, driven to discover whether doing so did anything to enhance her own excitement. A definitive conclusion was unable to be drawn from just a couple of squeezes, although it was a decidedly palpable sensation as her digits were put to these pliable, receptive parts of her person.

Observing the princess from above, Oryneia could clearly see what Eir was doing, leading her to promptly comment: "Is Mél not extending you a hand there, Petal? Gods, he is rude tonight, isn't he?" Half-groaning, but loud enough that Mélaries would have been able to hear her among their shared commotion.

The piper pretended not to hear with his eyes still closed in concentration on consistently hammering Eir's cunt to his cadence. Eir, meanwhile, halted her auto-massaging after it had been pointed out, as if she was in the act of something she was not supposed to be. The human had not formulated an answer before the mandolist continued. "Here, let me help you there, hon~" and the next thing the Eir knew, her own hands were pushed aside by Oryneia's paws, replacing the princess' weaker squeezing with sturdier caressing and, considering the way the she-satyr was leaning, a far greater pressure which caused the freshly deflorated virgin to squeal sharply, though only for a second.

"Think you're showing more interest in our new friend than you are me, Ory." Capranthós commented with a half-chuckle, half-grunt as he peered over the female satyr's shoulder to watch her knead the princess' mounds while both women continued being rocked by the bucking of the respective men they had paired with. "'Spose that's fair. It's not every day you stumble upon a rare jewel~ You won't get jealous if I give her some more attention of my own now though, would you?"

"No, not at all." Oryneia readily replied. Eir was astounded by how the pair of them could carry a conversation so casually during their coupling, although their speech was still punctuated with lusty groans and occasional stutters. "As long as you're not getting envious of me giving her mine~"

"I'm sure we'll be making up for it to each other later~"With an agreement made, the goat-horned male made one last firm hump of his hips into the demi-antelope before withdrawing from her entirely, taking a step or two backwards in order to pull out his entire erection, making the satyr woman shiver pleasantly before she smoothly slinked around and onto her knees to the side of the altar stone in a singular motion to Eir's right without removing her hands away from the human's boobs.

"The gods certainly blessed you here, didn't they, Petal?" Oryneia remarked to the princess with a grin during an especially assertive squeeze on both her breasts at once to emphasise what part of her anatomy she referred to. "So young, and yet already so... matronly. What an alluring paradox you are~ It makes me just want to..." The mandolist trailed off as she leaned inwards, acting on her urges quicker than she could get her words out.

The female satyr ceased massaging the breast closest to her, but only so her diving face could put lips directly to its pink nipple, providing yet another source of stimulation to Eir that worked in tandem with Mélaries' unabated rutting, amplifying the human's bliss and changing the key her moans were being made in. Although nothing was coming out of that nub even as Oryneia cupped and gently squeezed the boob it belonged to from underneath, Eir could see how it curiously appeared to satisfy the mandolist to do so nevertheless.

However, Eir would only garner a glimpse of the female satyr's expression, for she then soon detected what could only have only been Capranthós' hand placed atop her cranium from behind. Guided by the gentle yet assertive grip, the human did not resist as her head was pulled backwards until it was hanging upside-down right over the top edge of the stone block she lay upon. Once more, she found herself staring down the goat-horned man's erection pointing squarely at her visage, appearing equally as delectable as it did before even in this inverted point of view, and frustratingly beyond her tongue's reach, though it was not a frustration Eir had to endure for very long.

"Better open wide, Petal. Much wider than that." Capranthós remarked in regards to the princess' lips and teeth already being at least a little parted to allow her moans a means of escape, slowly swaying his hips from side to side, which also made his member do likewise, as if he had noticed the hungry glint in the human's hazel irises and could not help but tease her further by waving his cock in such a way before granting her what she craved. "Going to be giving you as much of this tasty treat as you can manage. Now say 'aaah'~"

"Aaa..." Eir obediently made the unnecessary sound (or perhaps it was just another groan) as she readily unhinged her jaw skywards, a sound which was then promptly smothered as soon as her maw had widened to its full extent and then plugged up by Capranthós' penis. The sandy-haired satyr man steadily pushed his hips forwards, resisting (for now) the urge to simply shove his entire length into the inexperienced girl's gorge in a single go, and instead inserting his inches at a more incremental rate in order for her to accustom herself to the sensation of having her mouth filled yet again. As soon as the goat-horned man's glans passed her lips, Eir started sucking down on his member just as she had been taught only earlier that day, making sure to roll her tongue around its circumference, resulting in an immediate positive grunt from its owner.

Before long, Eir's cheeks were stuffed with goat meat, and she felt the tip touching the back of her throat before long after that, watching the tambourinist's ballsack hanging with heft from his length's base as it approached closer. But still Capranthós did not halt in his advance. The princess next felt the solid stick of warm flesh enter her gullet. There was a brief second of fright when her untrained gag reflex was triggered again, her instinct dictating her to eject the dick from her windpipe, and her body responding in kind as a muffled retch was made, but it was to no effect except in the convulsing her gullet around the cock that simply pleasured the demi-goat further as he continued without concern.

Eir's eyes widened and watered, but her panic soon passed once that threshold had been crossed, and the initial discomfort from having her airway blocked instead gave way to an odd satisfaction in holding the cock in her throat in spite of being aware she was technically being choked by it. Capranthós grunted some more, the princess' gullet contracting regularly and reflexively around his cock, and he slowed down his pace, but never ceased pressing on entirely, endeavouring without resorting to brute forcing his passage even with the resistance he faced.

The prone position that Eir was in certainly assisted in streamlining the path, allowing the demi-goat's meat stick to reach further into the human's throat than it had been able to prior. In the very brief time she had known the satyrs, Eir gained the sense none of them would ever try anything that might cause her injury. Indeed, while the feeling of holding something in the tract of her trachea that she could neither consume or regurgitate was, bluntly, bizarre, and perhaps a little discomfortable, she could not honestly say she was in any true pain, although she was starting to feel little lightheaded between having her airways momentarily restricted in addition to everything else that was being done to her.

Although unable to determine exactly how much of Capranthós' total cock length had now managed to enter her throat from her position, Eir figured that it must have been an awful lot considering how far she was able to feel the extremity of the erection probe into her oesophagus, as well as how much of her neck she was able to feel bulge as it contained the stiff stick of flesh. It must have been near enough the entire amount, considering how close the sandy-haired satyr's scrotum now hung from her eyes, which were very nearly being nudged into it from the rocking she was still unceasingly receiving at her other end courtesy of Mélaries, and which was indirectly providing more pleasure towards his fellow man by making Eir swallow just that slight centimetre more even when the tambourinist finally paused for the time being. Capranthós was savouring how Eir's gorge felt wrapped so restrictively around his dick, supplemented by the vibrations being sent down his shaft thanks to the other satyr man making the woman they were sharing moan - albeit muffledly - which in turn caused the tambourinist to make louder sounds of delight himself.

Capranthós soon started shifting his hips in a rhythmic back-and-forth motion, allowing Eir's lungs to intake enough air via her nostrils and keep herself conscious whenever enough of the goat-horned man's cock was unclogged from her windpipe before the way was blocked again with another leisurely plunge, causing her to make another dry heave which titillated the blond satyr. Capranthós was moving his pelvis at a sluggish pace, dragging his shaft against the interior lining of her throat encompassing it, especially in comparison to Mélaries who was was tirelessly thrusting into her more pliant pussy at a rapider rate, able to complete two or even three cycles of his own pelvic movements in the time it took the tambourinist to finish one.

The dichtomy of the different rates she was being fucked at either end and the different sensations that came with each further contributed to Eir's befuddlement, and all this without mentioning the further titlation she was receiving from Oryneia still diligently tending to her tits, periodically alternating between which breast she was sucking, licking and even lightly nibbling on at any singular time whilst feeling up the other. One of the female satyr's hands had moved away from working on human's breasts, slid down her smooth, curvy figure which to instead start working on the princess' clitoris instead, twiddling on the button without missing a single beat, and unbothered by the brunt of the smacks her working fingers were now withstanding from Mélaries' striking pubis.

However Eir thought her day would have played out when she left the palace after lunchtime, losing her virginity amongst a trio of satyrs was a consideration that did not cross her mind in the slightest. Was what she was experiencing going to be the norm in her adult life, she briefly pondered. Her pondering was put on pause though when a sense came over Eir which she was actually already familiar with, although which had hitherto not been derived by such methods: sense of a rapidly oncoming explosion of exhilaration that would detonate in her privates and circulate outwards through the rest of her system to awash her in an all-encompassing sense of gratification.

Were her partners also experiencing the build-up to such explosions? If they were, would they also experience theirs in the exact same way? There was no gradual change in their behaviour or in their sounds she could perceive that might give that away (although it was admittedly quite limiting when the only thing she could currently really see were Capranthós' testicles swinging back and forth), but she knew full well how close she was coming to cumming herself at the very least.

All of a sudden, she felt Mélaries' tempo abruptly accelerate, hammering into her sex with reckless abandon and intense grunting, expediting Eir's own climax along with it, his velvety voice huffing. Less than a minute later, he stopped the motion of his hips following a conclusive slam, his whole cock now hilted within her, and there he held his position, leaning forwards and onto the tips of his hooves as he impelled his weight into her, letting out extensive groans, muscles in his upper body and arms visibly contracting as he tightened his grasp on Eir's legs.

In that selfsame moment, Eir also came, her mind fuzzy with pleasure as she tensed and quivered, fastening her shuddering thighs tight against the demi-ram's hips. Even though she was aware of its approach, nothing could have truly prepared her for how potent her orgasm would be when it at last arrived, feeling not just a sense of relief and release, but an utmost ecstasy quite incomparable to any delectation she had been able to derive from masturbation alone, and the effects of which continued to linger long after it had completed, rather than simply being a lightning strike in the moment. Although, as her cunt clamped down around the piper's cock, there was the sensation of something new accompanying her climax...

"Let her see, let her see!" She could hear Oryneia then insist above all the noise Mélaries was making, sounding rather frantic as if she had been caught off guard by the instance developing as punctual as it had. As the mandolist exclaimed this, Eir then felt Capranthós' cock abruptly evacuate her gullet with a groan, although whether it was the goat-legged satyr stumbling back of his own volition or his antelope-antlered friend had in fact shoved him, Eir was not concerned about in the slightest, for after she took in a sharp gasp of air that was lost just as quickly as her climatic moans intermingled with with Mélaries', she swung her head back upwards and looked down her body to where she and the ram-horned man were joined, the very place where she could still feel him inside of her, his member throbbing intensely against her clutching vaginal muscles, her first sexual partner climaxing while she also came, and which was accompanied by the hitherto unfamiliar feeling of her inner lining being coated by some sort of warm, syrupy sludge, feeling it reach far into her as to feel its warmth behind her stomach.

Although Eir had been educated enough to be aware of the ejaculation of a male's seed during copulation, her tutors quite spared her the graphic details of how gooey the consistency of the seminal substance was, nor its heat. The princess was normally averse to 'icky' things similar to such gunk, yet here, she found an odd appeal with it within her, perhaps because of its associations with the pleasure she was feeling during their passionate joining and as the physical proof she had pleasured her partner to a sufficient extent, as well as helping add to that luscious impression she was melting around the satyr's member in her bliss as they shared the orgasm, looking up to see his features reflecting the utmost satisfaction and euphoria he had achieved because of her body, his eyes lightly closed, and listening to his moans just as rivetingly melodic as his pipe playing.

The spurts of slime stopped soon enough in time with the two coming down from their elation together, their shared groans decreasing in acuteness until they became only laboured breaths, Eir looking up into Mélaries' gorgeous, dark eyes as he looked down on her in turn, his skin twinkling with perspiration in the last few fleeting rays of twilight, obviously exhausted but no less unattractive because of it, in fact perhaps even making him appear even more beautiful by the connotations of it, and made the human wonder whether she still appeared appealing to the satyrs as she did feel spent, although none made direct comments about her appearance by that time.

"I hope that was alright for you, Petal~?" Mélaries asked the princess in his smooth timbre once he regained enough lost breath, apparently having the ability to tell Eir had also orgasmed even if the tell-tale signs were not quite as external as a male's. Saying 'Alright' was a vast understatement would be an understatement in of itself though, and although Eir desperately attempted to express all sorts of adjectives to even come close to adequately describe how she felt like 'wonderful' or 'marvelous', she was still reeling from the overstimulation and her words were caught in her throat, only coming out as a vague whimper as she weakly nodded her answer instead.

"I'm just amazed Mél actually came this early in. He's usually got more staying power than this." Capranthós could then be heard, remarking casually in contrast to how momentous a moment this felt for the human.

"Virgin holes, my friend... that tightness just hits different..." The ram-horned man excused his apparently below-par endurance, letting out a sigh, although he still lasted a lot longer with beauteous Eir than most men even afterwards were able to. Mélaries spoke his words as he raised himself up straight and took some steps backwards, withdrawing his cock coated in both his and the princess' cum as it remained in a semi-erect state.

The human shivered again as she felt herself being emptied out, watching the satyr's length leave her and already feeling a sense of longing by its increasing absence within her. She could feel the demi-ram's semen trickle from out her widened slit, along her fulcrum and no doubt leaving a stain on the clothing which she lay on. Eir reached down to her privates with a tentative finger and touched where she could feel the jizz exude, feeling its temperature as she took some onto her digit before raising her hand to watch how the white substance clung glue-like as a strand connecting her fingertip to her cunt before breaking away when the former was brought too far away from the latter.

"This goop... so hot... this is the stuff babies are made of, isn't it?" She innocently asked for clarification.

Mélaries and Capranthós both burst into a guffaw each, which made Eir feel rather self-conscious she had uttered something silly, but she received a response all the same. "Bit of a mood killer, but basically, yeah. Didn't somebody already say something about satyr seed doing nothing to a human anyway though? Ah, a lot's happened since then. But if you do end up shagging with a male the same species as you, you gotta be careful and make sure they've got damn good reactions to be able to pull out and not dump their load into you carelessly like that unless you're planning an early motherhood. Either make them take a contraceptive potion."

"Pull out...?" Eir parroted with some trepidation in case what she said caused the others to chortle again (although they did not this time), a little puzzled at what exactly Mélaries meant by this.

"Ah, I'd be happy to give you a demonstration, but I imagine you're exhausted after all that!" The goat-horned satyr chimed in, sounding wistful, palms raised upwards and shaking his head. "Shame too. I'm dying to know what the hole that made Mél cum so quick could feel like."

"Um, actually, Capranthós, that felt nice... really nice... and I kinda, sorta wanna feel it all again... right now...?" Eir said, shyly making her request, as if unsure it was too presumptuous a thing to ask, quickly tacking on "I-if that's okay...!", not yet knowing the correct etiquette when it came to such promiscuous proceedings.

There was a beat of silence, and Eir worried if she really did overstep a boundary she was not aware of, though it was merely the satyrs being surprised by this show of sheer stamina from a human who had just came from just taking part in coitus for the first time, intensely so too! However, Capranthós was the first to express that he was more than keen to oblige, a wide grin on his face betraying the extent of his enthusiasm.

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Quicker than she knew it, Eir found herself now being fucked by the tambourinist's equally girthy and lengthy manhood, although with much greater speed compared to what Mélaries had displayed. Having her privates stretch and repeatedly pounded at such an avid rate did not hurt the princess quite as much compared to her first time with the piper now that she had been significantly loosened up, and the cum which remained in her cunt helped in acting as an extra bit of lubrication as well to help the second satyr piston his penis as smoothly as did, the goat-horned male relishing as he churned up the cream in Eir's pussy, and turning the princess into a moaning mess all over again.

During all this, Mélaries, apparently having his full fill of fornication for the moment being, had retired off to the sidelines, helping himself to another chalice of wine as he rested his back against one of the menhirs, even idly tootling on his pipes once he had finished, showing only a mild half (if even that) interest to the reciprocity going on between between Eir and Capranthós occurring a scant handful of steps from where he was unwinding. Even while she was caught up in said reciprocity, a part of Eir found the ram-horned man's non-chalantness to what she was taking part in so nearby very peculiar.

Oryneia, meanwhile, remained far more attentive while she continued observing more directly at Eir's side, the princess occasionally looking over to the female satyr, curious to how she was reacting as well. If the antelope-antlered woman's continued enjoyment could not be told from her smiling face, then it most certainly could be confirmed from the way she was still fingering her pussy, which was actually more readily apparent to Eir considering her head was currently about level where the mandolinist's digits were working.

Eir found herself curiously engrossed by Oryneia playing with herself, and certainly the looks she was giving the she-satyr were much more than mere passing glances, the princess feeling a slight pang of guilt that she was undergoing so much personal enjoyment, while the mandolinist was left to tend to herself which, while of course pleasurable, Eir now comprehended could not compare to the delight that came from doing it with a partner. The human did not want Oryneia to feel left out, and wanted to shew her gratitude in some way in return for the kindness and patience the demi-antelope she had shewn her throughout the afternoon and approaching evening... and gosh, was the satyr woman ever so pretty...

"O-Ory...?" Eir managed to utter out amidst her moaning, not entirely too sure if she would be heard above the noisy grunts Capranthós was producing or the music Mélaries was making, but the mandolist made eye contact with the princess when the latter tilted her head to address the former, smiling inquiringly as she waited for the human to go on. "C-can I... t-try and make you feel g-good t-too...?"

Oryneia understood Eir's proposal perfectly and did not have to ask the princess to repeat herself before climbing onto the altar stone. The she-satyr knelt with legs on either side of the human's head, fuzzy thighs gently enclosing her cheeks with vulva sitting lightly upon Eir's pretty face, although the princess was applying her mouth anything but lightly to the mandolinist's muff in turn once it was within range. The princess' frantic method was no doubt brought about by the heightened emotions she was undergoing whilst still being simultaneously shagged combined with a general lack of knowledge, but Eir mimicked the methods Oryneia had used on her earlier to the best of her capabilities with significantly less hesitation than what he might have displayed only earlier that afternoon at the idea of licking another female's privates for the first time.

Eir was not quite so deft with her tongue as the satyr woman had demonstrated, clumsily dragging the flat of her oral muscle back and forth pushed hard against Oryneia's womanhood. How different it was giving oral sex to someone with the same type of genitals as her compared to the males, and ironically, the princess was having a little more difficulty getting the grasp of it too, quite literally since she did not have any obvious protubence she could easily latch her lips onto. Obvious stark difference in shape aside, the princess also found the flavour of a pussy - or at least Oryneia's - being more piquant compared to the penises, which Eir found weirdly at odds with the soft texture of the inner lining and the stickiness of the sap it was producing: traits the princess more so associated with sweets.

At least during this premier instance of eating out a fellow female, the princess had a little bit of a different edge compared to her first time sucking dick, drawing on her own experience of what spots in her own nethers she knew produced the most pleasure in her personally, and focusing on those places, assuming those would be reflected on Oryneia... and she would assume correctly. In addition, Eir also made the occasional sucking motion with her lips, even though there was little of what lay between Oryneia's plush thighs the princess could put in her mouth, though still figured it could produce some sort of effect in the demi-antelope.

"Oh, gods, Eir, you're a natural!" Oryneia gleefully exclaimed her approval, pressing her pelvis downwards a little harder and fighting the urge to smother the princess' physiognomy entirely with her genitals, although that did not stop herself from grinding them against the human girl's lips. The sight of the same-sex oral happening directly before him also amplified Capranthós fervour, motivating a meteoric boost in pelvic momentum, which in turn galvanised Eir even further herself, redoubling her efforts in sloppily slurping on Oryneia's snatch, gripping on the mandolinist's thighs to lock herself further in.

At some stage during all of this, Mélaries' own interest in Eir had been renewed, and the human would soon feel a third person's hands on her person, one of them specifically sliding down the princess' smooch stomach to play with her clit as the antelope-antlered satyr was doing before (and equally unminded Capranthós' pubis repeatedly slapping against his fingers), while the other provided some attention to Oryneia's as well, which Eir was able to detect with her eager tongue giving the piper's digits occasional ticklish licks too while she wildly ate out the female satyr.

The ram-horned male also started making liberal use of his lips as well, planting tender kisses especially on Eir's unattended breasts jiggling freely while she was being jostled between the remaining two satyrs, but also beyond as well. The human could feel this gentle affection for her body being applied to near-enough every patch on her front between her pubis and neck where she unfortunately could not see on account of currently having her vision filled with both of Oryneia's fine, furry arse cheeks, but appreciate the gesture nevertheless, making her further tremble from this extra touching.

Eir was enwrapped in as much excited ecstasy as had been during her first time around being in the centre of these three satyrs own indulgences and was already nigh on course for her second orgasm of the night, while also about to provide two of her other collaborators in the whole affair with their firsts. Capranthós was positively pummeling into the princess with his prick, grunting savagely, unable to prolong his pleasure any further before baser instincts overrode his actions up until the moment his climax came, relentlessly and impulsive pounding into the human before having to consciously remind himself not to simply contribute to the creampie already inside her.

Capranthós wrenched his hips away from Eir's at the literal last possible second, letting out a groan that somehow expressed both his frustration and his satisfaction at once, his cock springing up for a second before slapping down on Eir's clitoris. The impact upon the princess' love button in turn set her off, her whole body quivering while her whimpers were muffled with mouth pushed firmly against Oryneia's cunt, though the vibrations these caused were felt by the female satyr on her sex, and it turn also brought about an orgasm in her as well!

Mélaries had retreated away in time to avoid being caught in the crossfire as Capranthós' cock launched a volley of cumshots heralded by his relieved exclamations, the first of which flew at such a velocity at an inclined angle that it actually did not come into contact with Eir at all, but instead splattered against Oryneia's bust, then the second was against the mandolist's tummy, which trickled down in the direction of where her crotch met the human's still-ravenous mouth.

Eir herself was unable to actually witness this with her own eyes, nor see the demi-goat's technique of pulling out of her firsthand that was part of their whole reason for starting this second round. The princess was far too dedicated to lapping up the sap leaking from Oryneia's gash to see anything outside that immediate interest, although could certainly feel the heat of the rest of the tambourinist's sticky, hot strands streaking across her stomach before his orgasm dwindled some seconds later, dribbling the last dregs of his discharge onto Eir's pubic hairs.

Once the human and Oryneia had also come down from their climatic highs, the two satyrs removed themselves from either of Eir's ends, standing silent save for their heavy panting (Eir's being the most markedly rapid) as though any words expressing their opinions and emotions in that moment would simply be redundant. Eir remained laying on the rectangular rock, bleary-eyed, momentarily spent and becoming acutely aware of how positively moist she was with perspiration, though especially around her mouth and between her legs with sexual fluids.

It was an exertion for the princess to even lift her head up from her stone mattress and look downwards at her own body once more, followed by raising a leaden arm so that her curious digits she may scoop up some ejaculate that had been barraged onto her belly. She brought the semen before her half-lidded eyes for a closer examination, marvelling at the manner in which it clung so stubbornly to her fingertips, such a glutinous strand refusing to break away beneath its own weight. Its colour and appearance brought the glaze on pastries to mind, and perhaps it was that thought which made her brave a taste of the substance, dangling the string of spunk over her mouth to catch it on her tongue..

Despite the visual comparisons, Eir swiftly discovered Capranthós' cum did not taste like icing in the slightest, although she still did not find his jizz altogether disagreeable to savour in her mouth before swallowing. Interestingly, she could detect faint hints of the wine they had all been so freely quaffing throughout the evening within the cum's flavour. It was after this that the princess was finding the current universal lack of speech somewhat unnerving. All three of the satyrs simply remained in place, none of them talking, but the human felt as though some spoken words were very much due following a literal life-altering enterprise like that, she posed the first question that came to mind to her newfound friends, although returned to her sheepish tone when ash asked, as if afraid of the answer she might receive:

"Did I do well...?"

"For your first times? You did exceptional~!" Oryneia said.

"Oh, I second that." Mélaries remarked as he sat on the ground, his back by one of the stones.

"Are you sure those were really your firsts...?" Capranthós remarked, sounding genuinely uncertain as he let out a long exhale while bending slightly backwards, stretching his back.

Eir giggled, her apprehensions vanishing in a second from the relief of knowing her efforts were not abysmal, and very much pleased that her fumbling was apparently being held in at least a little regard, glad knowing she had made her partners happy as well in spite of her own lack of experience! It was most certainly the sort of recreation she would love to indulge in more of if the chances presented themselves, and definitely wanted to be more versed in so that she and anybody else who took part with her could enjoy it even more!

Eir laid her head back down on the stone, relaxed, utterly content, feeling as though she could simply melt into the very rock itself from the warm feelings still lingering inside and on her. At the very least, she felt as though she could have laid on the fallen monolith for hours in the afterglow, although that pleasant mood was criminally short-lived as she took a proper look at the in the opening in the canopy for the first time since she was lain upon the altar, only to notice the silver of a crescent moon and the twinkling of distant stars against the deep blue of a night sky were looking back at her.

"Oh, goodness!" Eir exclaimed upon realising the extent of just how much time she had lost track of, sitting up like a shot as if she received a sudden shock of energy, so sharply and with such an abrupt change of mood that it startled the tranquil satyrs. "It's after dusk! I should have been home ages ago!"

The princess practically leapt off the altar stone, and very nearly dashed away to find the path back to Malmhule neglecting to redress herself in her panic! She reversed the couple strides she had already taken up realising she was still nude, picking up her clothing from the toppled menhir all at once, fumbling as she somehow attempted to put it all back onto her person in the right order and the correct way around one-handed while still holding onto the bundle with her other arm. Mélaries and Capranthós let out bold laughs from watching the human flit back and forth so frantically like a skittish squirrel, especially when coupled with the visual of her ample breasts swinging and bouncing unrestrained to her movements. Even Oryneia could not stifle a guilty snicker.

"Must you really leave after only just getting to really know us, Eir dear?" The ram-horned satyr asked her before the human had figured out which way up her bloomers went back on again. "It may be dark, but the night is still young, and the wine is still plentiful." He further argued, which made the princess pause to consider his words. "Please, you've still yet to allow us to treat you to some true satyr celebration. And besides, you'll be a lot safer around us by the fire than you will be on your own navigating the dark. Stay a while longer at least and we'll help escort you on your return once you have grown weary of our company. Your home will still be there when you get back, but joy is transitory, best to be seized whenever it can before it escapes you."

"Yes... yes, I suppose that's true..." Eir responded. Mélaries assured and smooth tone certainly helped in significantly calming her down. Between the breakneck sex and subsequent alarm, she had not even noticed the small campfire which had sprang up at some stage while she was shagging without her notice, seemingly out of thin air. The flame kept the stone circle illuminated in an inviting orange glow, as well as ambiently warm against the night chill, feeling quite cosy in fact. Surely her mother would not mind her staying out so late on this one occasion. She was far from being a little girl anymore, after all. Especially when it was logically far safer for her to stay in the company of the satyrs at this stage, and certainly more preferable to stumbling around in the undergrowth and risk disturbing a bogle den.

Thus, the Bacchanalia between the human and the satyr trio recommenced with even wilder abandon than what had been displayed before. The wine flowed as free as the nearby rivulet they continued to periodically relieve themselves into until the last amphora ran dry. Where their intelligence was almost utterly impaired, emotions were instead greatly amplified: Eir could not recall the details of what brought about such dynamic euphoria, but nevertheless, she still knew that she had experienced dynamic euphoria amidst that whirling haze where her memory of the latter part of night should have been.

Their laughter was loud, their music even louder, and Eir had hazy recollections of curious sprites and pixies being drawn from their dwellings in the boughs above to investigate the boisterous carousing, and were soon accompanying the taller folk in their wild dances. The princess even swore a couple of bogles cautiously poked their heads out of their grottoes to see what was the cause of such calamitous joviality. The licentious escapades did not stop either, far from it, even with the presence of this newfound company (and may have even inspired a few orgies amongst the fay themselves within the forest that night). Eir had the dim recollections of being periodically fingered and vaginally penetrated by the men's penises at least a couple times throughout the festivity, as well as bearing witness to Oryneia receiving the same, with the princess herself probably responsible for at least a little of the fingering on the mandolist's person. In fact, she even had the impression Mélaries and Capranthós did the deed with one other at some stage in their intoxication! Or wait, was that just a very friendly embrace and kiss between men her memory was misinterpreting...?

Eir's senses also somehow seemed heightened. Perhaps it was another magical effect of the wine, or perhaps it was just her perceptions compromising her increasingly drunk mind. Her hearing seemed clearer that she could make out the rustling of even distant leaves in the soft breeze, her sense of smell sharper that she could discern and differentiate the subtle scents of the surrounding forest, whether it was the trees, the grass, the flowers, the herbs or the weeds. The surrounding shadows appeared all the deeper, oppressive and impenetrable, yet served to contrast with the small island of warming, radiant firelight in which they capered and gamboled, feeling protected and blithe. Everything Eir could visually distinguish just seemed so much more vibrant and colourful in her eyes, if a little indistinct, where hues of the plants and the stones that looked unremarkable to her before were now positively striking as she whirled about in a kaleidoscopic blur that gradually dimmed... and dimmed... and dimmed until it was naught but darkness, and with it, oblivion.

When Eir regained awareness once again, her mind instantly felt the clearest it had been since she took that first sip of wine, even if her head was aching something fierce. She groggily opened her eyes with a pained groan, her vision momentarily bleary against a light shining upon her. Not the temperate, orange light of a fire, but the natural, palish light of the dawn sun coming just over the horizon, and filtering its way through the tree trunks. It would appear to the princess that she had completely passed out at some stage during the previous night's revelry, and was only just now stirring awake from it.

Sitting up, Eir looked around at her surroundings. Although it was the full radiance of a new morning, everything just seemed so drab compared to those closing moments right before she lost consciousness. All was silent and calm save for the gentle twittering of some nearby birds unseen in the branches above her, but otherwise, she was alone; no pixies, no sprites, and certainly no satyrs. She was no longer even amongst the circle of standing stones, nor were they anywhere within eyesight. Instead, she was back on the main road in a section of the woods far more immediately familiar to her, and not terribly far from its edge.

There was no sign of her newfound friends anywhere around though, almost like they had vanished alongside the night itself following the break of morning... or faded away like a dream upon rousing. Actually, with that analogy made, is it possible they perhaps they may have simply been manifestations of the princess' own sleeping subconscious, she wondered...? She called out to each one of them by name just in case they might have still been in earshot, but received no response. They each seemed so incredibly vivid and corporal in the moment, yes, and yet... she had to admit, the fantastic sequence of events and the fleet manner in which they played out seemed so unreal looking back on it all. Not to mention, she was having incredible difficulty recalling exactly how the happenings further transpired in their second half when she indulged in perhaps one too many cupfuls of wine than was the recommended limit, that the reality of the entire evening was worth calling into question...

She certainly remembered being nude at the moment she had blacked out, but looking down at herself, she saw that she was fully dressed. Slightly damp from dew and a little chilly, but otherwise clean and unscathed. Even her little wicker handbasket full of flowers laid upright just aside from where she was lying. Perhaps she really was somehow overcome with an extreme bout of fatigue en route to visiting Arclía, fell asleep and dreamed the entire affair! The more the princess pondered on the subject though, the more it hurt her brain (she did not even know the word 'hangover' at this time), so decided to drop mulling over it all to any severe degree in favour of coming to the simplest conclusion for her: of course the satyrs had really existed! Plastered though she may have been, deluding herself into denying experiences she could recall just as vividly as anything else that happened to her that day would have been nothing short of insanity. The satyr musicians were just as real as the faeries of Hringlag Woods which most everybody was quick to rebut Eir's meetings with!

That said, Eir was upset by the manner her new friends seemed to have simply parted ways with her before she was able to give them proper farewells, or least ones which she could remember, but she figured they must have had their own reasonable reasons for being unable to stay by her side. At least the troubadours seemed to be courteous enough to reclothe her and set her back on the literal right path. She was amazed they seemed to do it all without once waking her up!

Perhaps, Norns willing, she will cross paths again with the satyrs again during one of her regular woodland jaunts should they be staying in the area for a while yet, or if they had already left, perhaps if they ever returned in the future. Or would the princess venture out into the wider world herself one day and chance upon them in the unlikeliest of lands? Opportunities, after all, had opened themselves up to Eir more than ever now. Whenever another meeting might take place and in whatever form, she very much hoped it would only be a matter of time when she would see Oryneia, Mélaries and Capranthós all again.

For now though, the princess picked up her basket, and then herself back onto her slightly wobbling feet and started walking the path in the direction of Malmhule once more, deciding to put off her visit to Arclía this time and instead recuperate at home after her woodland carousals, and having absolutely zero idea how she was going to explain to her mother how she ended up staying out the entire night! Then again, the Queen would probably not believe her even if she told her the complete truth, as usual when the princess was asked about her visits to Hringlag Woods... though if it did come to that, she might have to omit some of the more debauched details...

In whatever case, Eir became aware of a slight aching centred in her vulva while she walked, as well as a slight scratchiness in her throat. Not to mention, there was certainly now a sense of a change the princess had felt came over her person now more significant compared to anything she might have felt on her actual birthday, yet she could not quite put it into words. However, a small, dark, red stain standing out against on the hem of her yellow skirt that she was lying upon when her virginity was lost would serve as a reminder upon its notice once she had returned home.