Joanna Wylde - Dancing With Dionysus

There was more fear. Here and there across the island were small groups of humans. He tested each of them—some were women who had come to join the Maenads. Their fate was out of his hands; either the god would accept them or he wouldn't. In another place he sensed two teenage boys. They had snuck out of their parents' homes, daring each other to spend a night in the forest during the festival. Sabiniano wondered idly if they would survive the night…they had found a good place to hide. He could smell their strength and vitality, and smiled. Such daring was appealing to the god. They would survive, although perhaps not with their virginity intact. The nymphs and dryads were fond of tasting human meat between their thighs.

Still further he reached out, until he found what he was looking for.

Something unusual, a woman running through the trees. She smelled like fear, like the village. When would the villagers learn to stay inside at times like this? he thought in disgust. Her fear would excite the god; there would be little mercy for her if the satyrs caught her. He breathed in the air more deeply, then stopped in shock. No wonder she smelled different. This was no child of Dionysus; this woman worshipped Athena, and she had invaded their sacred rites.

Sabiniano tensed, opening his eyes and squeezing his fists in anger. She was an interloper; she would be punished. How could he have missed her presence on the island? She was a villager. How long had she been in their midst, existing beneath his notice? Sabiniano reached back into his memory, searching for the last time he had gone amongst the villagers and inspected them. With a shock, he realized it had been more than a century. He shook his head in self-disgust. He had allowed his boredom to interfere with his duty to Dionysus.

Time to go find the woman.

Kalliara ran through the trees, gasping for breath and clutching her dress up around her knees. She had no idea where she was, no idea how to find the village, but to stop running was to die. She burst into a clearing, uncertain of which direction to go. All around her were predators. In the distance she heard the sound of drums and pipes playing. She froze, trying to control her breathing.More satyrs? She wondered.

Instinctively, she ducked into the brush ringing the clearing, pulling as much of it over her body as she could. The music grew louder, and with horror she realized they were coming directly toward her. Filled with dread, she ducked her head into the ground, praying to Athena to protect her from them.

The rich, loamy scent of the earth filled her nose. The drums grew louder, and the pipes wailed like living things, screaming into the night for release.

Against her will, she felt some of the god's wildness coming into her. The air itself was filled with it, and the earth felt warm and soft against her skin. Unable to control her curiosity, she opened her eyes and looked up just enough to peek through the brush at the musicians. A procession of satyrs and nymphs was entering the clearing, clutching skins of wine and drinking deeply.

The satyrs were the most frightening. Their eyes were wild, and with a shock she realized that they had horns sprouting from their foreheads. They danced naked, their erect cocks jutting proudly into the night air. One threw his head back, dropping a hand to stroke himself lewdly. His hips thrust against his hand, and he howled with pleasure.

Then a nymph, her body brown and speckled, came up and rubbed herself against him. She reached up, draping her arms around his neck, and pulled him down toward her for a kiss. Sinuously wrapping one of her legs around his body, he reached down to hold her, digging his fingers into her ass. With a cry, he threw the nymph down to the ground, wrenching her legs apart. She clawed at him with her fingernails, and small rivulets of blood started running down his back. He howled again, and thrust himself into her cunt, humping at her like a maddened dog.

Kalliara realized she was holding her breath. She'd never seen anything like this before; she didn't know what to think. All around the clearing, the nymphs and dryads were flinging off their clothing. A wild dance was starting; they leapt and circled to the wail of the pipes. The beating of the drums grew louder until it filled her ears and pounded through her. It was a rhythmic pounding. The satyrs thrust their cocks against the night air, then started grappling the nymphs and pushing them to the ground.

One couple landed on the ground directly in front of her. She could smell the hot musk of the satyr, and hear the nymph shriek in pleasure and triumph. They rolled with each other, the nymph scrambling out of his reach directly into the arms of another satyr. He grasped her shoulders, pushing her to her knees until his enormous erection touched her mouth. With a sensuous smile, she made a purring noise and parted her lips. She pulled him in slowly and steadily, and he threw his head back with a growl.

The second satyr crawled up behind her. He grasped her around the waist, pulled her body back against his. Kalliara could see his enormous cock jutting against the nymph, hard and smooth. A tiny vein pulsed up along its length to the wide, flaring head. A pearl of fluid beaded up on the tip, and the satyr shuddered. He pulled the nymph's legs apart, fingering the wet hole that awaited him. In fascination, Kalliara watched as he fitted his cock head against the hole, then thrust in slowly and steadily. How could such a large object fit into the nymph's small body? She wondered. It was amazing, mesmerizing.

The satyr grunted in satisfaction, gripping the nymph's waist tightly. Then he started thrusting against her hard, slamming her head forward into the other satyr's cock. The three creatures twisted against each other in dark pleasure, the nymph a full participant in the seeming violation of her body.

The earth seemed even warmer beneath Kalliara, and she felt a hot moistness growing between her legs. Dionysus' magic—thick with sex and violence—hung in the air like a tangible thing.

The threesome pounded away at each other for long moments, their movements growing more and more frantic. Finally, the satyr who was still standing pulled his hard length from the nymph's mouth, spraying her with white, ropy lengths of his seed. She cried out, and the satyr behind her pushed her upper body down into the ground. Now only her hips remained high, the satyr ramming into her again and again. She clawed at the earth, moaning and shuddering as he came into her one last time. His buttocks spasmed and he grunted, howling his pleasure. Immediately they leapt to their feet, rejoining the dance. The whole thing seemed like a dream.

She raised her eyes, looking across the clearing. Almost all the dancers were coupling now, satyrs and nymphs, even satyrs and satyrs. Every hole was filled, every hand groped at the bodies surrounding it. They squeezed and clawed in their madness for each other, and screams cut across the music as often as moans. Another grouping caught her eye. Three green nymphs had captured a satyr. One held his legs, and another his arms, while a third rode him wildly, holding the length of his beard like a bridle. He thrust up at her, struggling desperately to get free.

Three other satyrs stopped dancing and fell upon them. Two grabbed the nymphs who had been holding their brother's arms and legs, falling upon them like starving men on food. The third pushed the nymph down across the satyr she was riding. Her victim cried out in triumph, pulling her mouth to his for a brutal kiss. The creature behind her rubbed his hard cock several times then fitted it against her tight, green ass. He thrust into her with a triumphant shout, and she cried out, pushing herself up on her arms. Pinned between the two men, she could only brace herself against their thrusts, moaning with every movement. Kalliara shuddered, and a tear of terror ran down her cheek. How would she survive if they caught her?