The sheets of the bed were plush and soft against Philoctetes’ fuzzy hide. The short, squat satyr lazed back with his hands behind his head, watching with an expectant smirk on his lips as the door slowly creaked open on the other end of the dimly-lit bedroom. The windows had been closed, and only the flickering light of a few sparse candles provided any sort of light. It was perfect for what he had in mind, and even Aphrodite herself would be impressed by the little guy’s sense of ambiance.

Well, that, and a few other things about him. And as he waited for the door to swing open, he said a little prayer to her under his breath.

“Just you watch, babe.” He smirked, casting his eyes upward to the darkened ceiling. “I’m gonna make you blush. Big-time! Just get him here a little faster, alright? Don’t keep me waiting.”

His eyes lidded heavily, the grin on his face only growing more frisky, more smug, when the door slowly creaked open to the pitch-black hallway beyond. His guest finally arrived, and he could already feel the throb of a rock-hard length between his squat, hoofed legs, not even trying to hide it in the slightest. Phil was never the modest type when it came to his impressive assets, that much was what he was infamous for. The newcomer was like a shadow as he entered the room; a large, imposing shadow that loomed against the darkness behind him. The door clicked shut, and the two were alone. Just the way Phil liked it. 

“‘Bout time you showed up.” The satyr wore the smuggest grin he could muster, bedroom eyes smoldering as he studied the form of his long-awaited guest. “Come for that special training we were talking about, rookie?”

The shadowy figure peered down at him, a pair of blue eyes shining in the dark against his towering, dark-cloaked form. He didn’t say a word, even as his long, violet cloak fluttered to the floor into a pile and was kicked away by a razor-clawed paw. It crumpled into a heap in the corner, forgotten in a wrinkled mass of fabric that disappeared into the shadow.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” Phil leered deeply, trying to get a closer look at the looming presence through all that black wrapped around him. He couldn’t see anything, no matter how hard he looked, almost like he didn’t want to be seen. 

Yet. That would change. Even the shy ones showed themselves eventually. But this guest was anything but shy, and from that brief, shared glance alone, Phil knew it. He wasn’t hiding, he was building tension.

The silent silhouette continued to gaze down at him, his clawed feet stomping like a pair of bronze boots as he stepped with plodding stomps, finally trudging toward the foot of the bed and into the candlelight. Phil couldn’t help but whistle low, like he had just laid eyes on one of his favorite river nymphs, when the beast revealed himself to his hungry eyes, bathed in the soft candle-light surrounding the bed. He glared down at him with an animalistic growl, his frame tall and broad and wide, sporting horns and fangs and bushy, brown fur, his eyes as blue as a clear sky or a rolling sea. Those eyes burned like the fire of Hades himself, and as he no doubt studied every inch of his pudgy body, Phil felt his gaze like a roving groping hand, all the way from horn to hoof. And he did the same, matching the creature’s intensity and visceral hunger down to the last iota. They took in each other for some time, looking each other in the face as the sparks flew between them, neither one moving an inch until they were both satisfied, and their distinctive, sexual scents mingled in their noses. Phil felt lightheaded, the monster’s scent strong and pungent, like the best kind of sweat and as strong as wine. His loins stirred as it assaulted his senses, the satyr feeling his low-hanging balls begin to hang even lower, feeling his hardened cock throb messily against his belly.

“So, you got a name, big guy?” Phil , the beast’s primal glare setting him on fire. The creature growled back at him, glowering as his eyes shone like flames. “I love myself the strong and silent type, but I at least gotta know your name!”

“Call me Beast.” He said simply, his voice deep and rough, rumbling through the satyr’s pudgy body. Every syllable was like a quake, practically making his flab jiggle and his belly bounce from the sheer bass of it all. “You’re Philoctetes, right? I traveled a long way to meet him.”

Phil chuckled, thumbing his chest while his other hand went down low to cup his balls in a dirty grope. They rested against his inner thighs, the fur of his orbs grazing the hide of his legs as they hung low, ready to swing and sway with the slightest movement of his hips “Yep, the one and only, baby! And don’t you forget it!” He gave those dangling balls an almost-painful squeeze, resisting the urge to bite down on his lip when he laid eyes on Beast’s fat, plump sheath, bulging and widening with noticeable throbs of his pulse the longer he looked. His balls also hung low, and they were as large and imposing as the rest of him; huge and round, practically swaying already. Phil almost felt inadequate. “Call me Phil.”

“Trust me, I won’t.” Beast growled again, Phil just barely noticing a slight smirk etched across his fanged muzzle. “Phil.”

Phil chuckled, Beast’s eyes following every last movement he made, no matter how small. He definitely saw hunger in those blue eyes, there was no mistaking. But what kind of hunger, he couldn’t tell. He would have to find out. And that was the fun part.

“Alright then, Beast.” Phil started, clearing his throat. “Now that introductions are out of the way, how about we get started, eh? Time for some warm-up!” The chubby little satyr did bite his lip this time, his fingers curling around the impressive circumference of his cock. It really was quite the dick, massive and throbbing, making up for what it lacked in length with sheer, unbridled girth. If there was anything the satyr was proud of about his body (and there was), it was that little feature, capable of making even the strongest and proudest of tops fall to the knees in an instant, drooling like dogs. The lack of length didn’t matter, not in the slightest. It would take more than a few skilled hands to wrap all the way around that beast of a cock; two wouldn’t even make it halfway, not even close. 

But that wasn’t all he had to show off. If his cock was his best feature, then what lay on the other side was at least a runner-up. He couldn’t wait to see Beast’s face when he saw it, and he wouldn’t have to wait long.

He smirked up at Beast, lip still bit in that steamy, saucy glare of his as he re-positioned himself on the bed, bending those little goat-legs and angling his backside upward until his cloven hooves were in the air. Fighting against his own weight was difficult: his pudgy, round belly was like a rock strapped to his front, and the mass of his heavy balls kept threatening to drag him forward again. But with one swift, practiced movement, he rolled onto his back perfectly. He had done it hundreds of times, and now, presenting himself was as easy as breathing. Phil lay there, that smirk eternally etched on his face as he so shamelessly showed himself off. That groping paw was back, Beast’s gaze like a razor-sharp blade that gingerly ran its edge of his hide. Over the length of his shaft, from the fat tip to the girthy base. All the way over his balls, large and round in all their lightly-fuzzy glory. And then lower, over the huge, plump curves of his ass, each wide, full cheek poised perfectly against the sheets below. Despite the flabby nature of his body, those bountiful cakes stood firm against the mattress underneath him, never losing an inch of their perfect shape no matter how much pressure came from above or below. The muscle underneath was resolute, and when his hand came down with a hearty smack to his hide, sending a meaty slap echoing off the walls, Phil’s thick ass jiggled and shook, but remained in its original shape. It would take some serious pounding to deform those glutes, and deep down, he hoped Beast was up for the challenge. They both could seriously use the workout.

He lay there, every inch of his body available for the viewing. And maybe, if the beast was lucky, the taking.

“So, Beast.” Phil smirked wider than he had all night.. He ran a hand over the curves on the jiggling backside, tracing a finger along the length of his stubby shaft, from tip to balls in one slow, teasing motion “You came all this way, so I’m gonna start ya off with some slack. You get to choose our first exercise, alright?” His bedroom eyes smoldered, like the dim light of the candles around them as their eyes met again. “So, where do you wanna start first, huh?”

Beast folded his arms, that plump sheath between his legs only fattening up more as they glared into each other’s eyes. The sparks that flew between them could have put Hephaestus’ own fires to shame, and Beast’s own cock came to full-mast in no time. Phil couldn’t help but gulp down his nerves when he saw it. His own length gave a throb in his grip, and a quiver at the end of his taint followed just from the first glance. It loomed over him in all its glory; an ass-destroying beast of a canine cock, its shaft a crimson red. The tapered head looked like the tip of a sword or the head of a spear, ready to thrust and stab its way into anything it set its sights on. His shaft was like a battering ram, prepared at any moment to smash down even the most powerful of defenses with its sheer strength and size. And there, and the very end of its immense, mind-boggling length, was the knot. Phil couldn’t help but slobber all over his chops as he took it in an inch at a time, and there certainly were a lot of inches to go over. There was no way he could take that beast of a knot; each bulb had to be the size of the one his hammy fists, if not wider than that by a few good inches. The excited quiver of his hole was quickly twisted into a knot of nerves, and he gulped them down at best he could, watching with rapt interest and ravenous hunger as that pillar of a cock throbbed and jumped above his belly. And the total length; it made his head spin…

He had never been never good with numbers, not by a long shot, but as he counted on his fingertips, and Beast’s voice graced his ears again, his eyes widened and his stomach dropped. There was no way...

“I’m going to wreck you.” Beast snarled, taking a few steps forward and allowing that huge pillar of a wolfdick to bounce and bob. His balls did the same with every step he took, practically smacking together already. “You ever screamed for a man, goat-boy?”

Phil held back the urge to gasp when he finished his counting. Now with a closer look, he had his confirmation. He lay there, silent and agape, while he counted again, his mouth falling open in utter shock. There was no way he was that big! Not even Hercules himself had been that hung! Not even Nessus had packed that much girth! 

Well, maybe Nessus. After the centaur's last pounding up his tail, he was walking funny and tasting his load for at least a week.

“Holy Aphrodite…” He breathed, watching as a bead of sticky, pearly precum balanced itself on the massive cock’s head. He took a shaky breath and tried his best to speak, the smirk having totally evaporated from his face, leaving only shock and awe. And a bit of fear.

“That’s a whole fuckin’ foot, isn’t it…?”

At first, Beast only huffed down at him, snorting like a centaur in the throws of his own rut. His cock flexed, his balls drew upward and fell down with a hallucinatory churn, and the creature bared it fangs.

“A foot and a half. And you’re going to feel every last inch, goat-boy. Now, answer my question. Have you ever screamed for a man?!”

Phil knew that he had to get things under control. He did his best to pull himself together, gathering up his wits and unfogging his mind. That cock loomed over him like a tower of flesh, parallel to the angle of his spine. He could practically feel it inside him already! But he was the trainer here, and no matter how intimidating the top was, he had to do his best to keep the reins. So he took a deep breath, steadied himself, and put his smirk back on, feeling his nerves turn to steel. His cock throbbed, even if it felt a little inadequate. His hole tingled differently this time.

It wasn’t fear. It was excitement. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew that Beast felt the same. He grinned back up at him, eyes lidding and lips twisting yet again as the old Phil finally returned.

“What, are you kidding me?” Phil scoffed, feeling the fear crumble further away with every syllable out of his mouth. “Do I look like the kinda guy who turns into a sissy bitch as the first sign of some scary-lookin’ dom? Get real. I’ve dealt with your type before.”

“Not with me, you haven’t.” Beast snorted. “I’m going to make you squeal, goat-boy. Just you wait.” The great, furry creature drew back a paw, landing a mighty smack against Phil’s exposed butt, watching with interest as it jiggled against the sheets, even with all the pressure from above and below keeping it in place. Phil had seen it coming, but he still flinched when it slammed into him, the sheer force of Beast’s paw threatening to send him skidding along the bed sheets. “And I’ll tell you where we’re starting: get that ass in the air for me, bitch!”

Phil snickered, not paying any mind to the monstrous sting raging through his cheeks. He couldn’t see them to be sure, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if they were beet-red already. He wouldn’t have minded if they were. Even for a cocky satyr like him, there was a certain fun in being roughed up.

“Okay, okay, hot shot, cool it.” He said as he effortlessly flipped himself over on the bed, pressing his belly against the sheets and hiking that big, fuzzy ass up in the air with a jiggling bounce and a wiggle of his tail. He could already feel Beast’s gaze return to his ass, like a laser-sharp beam of light burning deep into his hide. “No need to get so-”

Another slap knocked him out of his thoughts, a heavy smack right to the ass nearly sending him into the wall. He didn’t have time to so much as cry out, not before that ass-crushing wolfcock was slamming down on top him, right on the furrow between his doughy cheeks, the flesh and hide sinking inward to accommodate that massive length that was currently settling in.

“...rough…!”

Beast let out another growl, that simple sound reverberating through his body again and setting his horns on edge. If his belly weren’t currently pressed firmly against the bed sheets, he was sure it would have rippled.

“I’ll go as hard as I want, bitch!” He snarled, those spear-like fangs bared. “You’d better pray to your gods, goat-boy. Because I will not be gentle!”

He would have said a prayer to Aphrodite, but she was probably sick of hearing his voice by now. Instead, he let his sexual bravado do the talking, wiggling that thick ass of his backward and up, right against that monstrous shaft with a smirk on his face.

“No need, Princey.” He said, watching on from over his shoulder as Beast’s cock sank deeper, spreading the doughy flesh of his cheeks apart better than a pair of paws could hope to do. “C’mon, big boy. Go as hard as you want. Give it to me.” He took a deep breath, his belly fluttering and his heart racing when he felt that girth hold his cakes apart so perfectly. “I’ve taken worse!”

That had been a lie. Phil had taken cock before, yes, but never this big. Not in all his life. But here he was, with a monstrous behemoth of a dick sinking deep between his mounds, as utterly merciless as its owner. He took a deep breath, arching his ass upward, just in time for Beast to grip his shaft again.

Beast’s cock slammed down hard on his backside yet again, finding purchase in his cleft just in time for his paws to grab hold of their targets, spreading those thick, fuzzy cheeks wide. His cock sank between them instantly, its owner immediately finding his prize, and watching with bared fangs as his tip kissed the satyr’s waiting hole.

“We’ll see about that. Get the lube.”

Phil motioned over his shoulder with a thumb. “Under the bed.”

Beast only took his eyes off of Phil’s spread ass for a fleeting moment, just long enough to reach down, producing a ceramic pitcher from under the bed. It sloshed audibly with clear, viscous oil, and he poured a copious amount from its lip without any care, spreading it noisily around his shaft with slurps and schlicks until it shone like a mirror, reflecting his own bestial face back at him. Dribbles of leftover oil darkened Phil’s hide, dribbling onto his ass before that lubed-up cock came crashing down on him again, smearing its oily sheen onto his cleft without a care in the world besides the coming rut.

He summoned up the will to chuckle to himself, an idea lodging firmly in his head: he got the feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time his ass would be covered in something sticky tonight. And if he got his way, it wouldn’t be.

Phil took a deep breath, feeling every last movement behind him. He didn’t have long to steady himself again, since Beast was already moving. True to his first impressions, Beast didn’t waste a single second on foreplay or warm-up. The satyr but his lip, resisting the urge to cry out again when Beast’s paw released their grip, lewdly slapping his cakes together with the force of their own weight. His cheeks clapped loudly against one another, sandwiching Beast’s knotted cock between them in a frenzied, ripple wobble. 

Beast huffed, and his breath was like a blast of hot air over his ass.

He squared his stance, his heavy paws digging into the floor.

He lined up.

Phil sucked in a tiny, squeaking gasp when Beast’s throbbing, tapered tip made contact with his hole. And before he had any time to comprehend what was about to happen, that rock-hard pillar of a cock was slamming forward, spreading his entrance wide and ramming itself deep inside him, deep inside his ass, without so much as a word, and with one smooth shove.

Phil’s eyes went wide, his teeth gritting together. Beast’s cock was huge; girthy and gaping, long and stabbing. And it spread his backdoor wider than it had been in a good, long while; possibly wider than it had ever been in his whole life. Beast’s shaft speared him without mercy, sliding inches at a time into his depths with as much just ferocity as its owner. That tapered head acted as the head of the battering ram, slamming deep into him as Beast swiftly slid deeper in, faster and faster, picking up the pace until Phil’s walls could barely keep from feeling pain. He held in a grunt, his hole’s grip squeezing and releasing in barely-repressed panic, when he felt his top’s hips slam forward. Beast bottomed out within seconds of his initial shove, burying whole quarters of his length into the tight walls until their hips ground together, filling his tight swiftly and without a single moment to waste. Phil couldn’t help but feel that fat ass jiggle against Beast’s fatter knot, his cheeks denting inward to try and accommodate that bulbous base, and failing miserably.

He gulped. How was he going to take that?!

He had no idea. But he knew that beast expected him to. His head spun, and he would have panted against the bed if his chest had anywhere to go.

Another smack against his ass almost made him bleat, and what he felt was unmistakable: Beast’s knot ground heavily against his hide, his cheeks jiggling like gelatin, his insides stretched almost to the point of pain around that shaft. It spread his guts wide, sitting there like a sword thrust through a breastplate. But deep in that burgeoning pain, there was a rising swell of pleasure, a throbbing behind his cock that he had gone so long without feeling. He loved it. He needed more. He wiggled his hips backward almost without noticing, silently begging for Beast to do his worst. He felt dirty, but in the best way. And he didn’t care.

Beast didn’t say a single word. All he did was let out another animalistic growl as he pulled his hips back, Phil feeling unpleasantly empty as that huge cock slipped noisily out of him. The sudden emptiness was like a void inside him, empty and hollow. Phil should have been used to the feeling after so many years of bottoming, but it quite sat right with him. But this time, it was different. The utter, gaping void left by Beast’s massive dick was dark and cold, and his loosened tailhole oozed and dribbled with oil and spilled pre when the tip slurped out of his ring. It felt wrong. It felt like a piece of him was missing. And a part of him wanted to shove his big ass up into the air, look back into the ocean-blue eyes that would make Poseidon jealous, and beg; beg like the little goat-boy he was. He would never live it down, but he didn’t care. His heart raced at the thought alone, his oil-lubed hole quivered. He opened his mouth the speak and drew in his fateful breath, now fully broken with the crimson beginnings of a blush on his fave. He needed it. He needed all of it. That knot…!

But the emptiness didn’t last long; before he could even parse it, before he could even begin to speak a single rasp, his body was being filled again, right up to the knot in one swift shove. His sweet spot trembled, that coin-sized button being smashed effortlessly by all that cock as it rocketed into his insides again, and all that pent-up pressure in his lungs and throat released itself in a powerful, pleasured moan. It was really more like a shocked grunt, or a cry of near-pain, but nevertheless, he almost felt relieved.

That was a close one! The words echoed in his head in his own voice, and he did his best to put himself back together for the second time that day as Beast resumed his beastly rutting. The lull following the thrust didn’t last long either.

Beast’s paw wrapped roughly around his horns, pulling him back without warning against his rising, and falling chest. Phil peered up with a nervous grin, the ghost of a blush on his cheeks as he stared him down, now in the mother of all compromising positions. Beast’s carnal fury stared him right in the face, and he gulped, the nerves continuing to swell as Beast tightened his grip. His horns shook and rattled, feeling ready to shatter to dust under the sheer force of his grasping claws digging into the keratin. But if the grip on Phil’s horns was tight, the grip he had on Beast’s retreating cock was tighter. He gripped down on every inch like a vise, his innards sticky from several spurting rounds of precum. He snickered; he always loved the way that warm, sticky mess felt up his tail. But there was more where that came from, since Beast’s hips were only drawing back for so long, only a couple inches making their way out this time before they rammed back inside again. Phil bleated loudly, his jaw slack, his eyes filled with a collage of colorful, muted blotches as Beast’s hips steadily began to find their rhythm, pounding his jiggly, bouncing ass like the hammer of a skilled carpenter, again and again and again without a single shred of remorse.

His button was pressed time and again. Really, it was more like slammed. Every thrust of that wolfdick’s tapered head rammed it head-on for a split second before sliding deeper into him, sending crackles of splitting pleasure up his spine and through his nethers. He felt it in every bristle of fur, felt it throb and pulse through his dick’s inferior length, felt it bubble up to a breaking point inside him. He had had hands-free orgasms before, plenty of times, and he knew that if anyone could make one happen, it was the man behind him. That much was obvious. Every thrust, every slam, even pound against his prostate only sent it quicker on its way.

But Phil had more than one load in him. And he was nowhere near done. Even once this little fuck was over, he still had enough ideas to last days on end. And that was a low estimate.

If his belly weren’t so big already, it would have been bulging, he was sure of it. His own stubby cock gave a throb, a gush of clear, hot pre squirting out from his tip against the bedsheets, staining them dark as Beast only kept the pace going. He didn’t slow down or speed up by much, keeping his pace as consistent as he could and focusing every last slamming thrust into causing as much of a jiggle as possible. Phil’s tight walls squeezed instinctually down on his shaft every inch of the way. His insides felt like they were going to split in two, that tip feeling like it might break something with how deep and how fast it plunged into him, but he found he didn’t care after a while. He just sat there, taking everything the monster above him had to give, red-faced and losing control of his breaths. He panted. He rasped. He needed to make a sound. He had to. He needed to make sure this big lug knew how much he loved him. How much he loved his cock. How much he needed it.

A long moan issued from his throat, Beast snarling in his face with a blast of hot breath as he fucked him into submission. That huge cock spearing his insides throbbed and pulsed, leaking and oozing with hot pre that flooded through Phil’s innards and turned their simple fleshy smacks into wet, sticky slaps in a matter of moments. A blast of clear, warm fluid gushed from around Beast’s cock, spurting him on the muzzle and staining his dark fur even darker, and he only pounded him harder for it. Phil was in a state of total bliss the whole time, the huge knot ramming away at his cheeks until it found its spot between them, only to be yanked free and slammed back in again and again. That massive base kissed his hole every last time their bodies met, and Beast clearly knew it. Another blast of hot air hit his face, Phil’s eyes beginning to glaze over as the pleasure took him completely.

“Fucking beg for it!” Beast roared, growling in his face with a maw full of fangs. “Let me know how much you want me to own you!!”

Phil said nothing. He heard every word, but not even this amazing pleasure was enough to rob him of his dignity. Not this time, anyway. Even with all the close calls, he still managed to hold on. And for as long as this part of the session lasted, he resolved to keep doing it. He summoned up a smirk, casting it upward as he rammed his wide hips back against a hammering thrust, forcing his ass into a wild, bouncing jiggle against that knot.

“Make me, Mister Dom! You want me to beg, you earn it…!”

Beast snarled, slamming especially-hard against the ass, his knot ramming against his hole like a battering ram at a gate.

“Beg for my knot, bitch!!!” Beast roared again, slapping Phil’s ass hard enough to nearly crack his hips. “Fucking beg!!!”

Phil zipped his lips closed with a pair of fingers, grasping at shreds of dignity through the pleasure. It was the hardest thing he had done in months. He wanted to give in, he wanted to beg. But he knew that if he did, the fun would be over too quickly. And he still wasn’t done yet, not on his life. He held it back, choosing his words carefully as Beast’s knotted cock wrecked him from the inside out. That was the second hardest thing he’d done in months.

“You’re gonna have to earn that one, baby...! Make it happen!”

Beast roared like the monstrous creature he was, his pupils shrinking in primal rage as he put all his weight into his thrusts, savagely pounding his way in and out of Phil’s body without a shred of restraint. The satyr’s ass wouldn’t stop its rippling jiggles, those doughy cheeks and that tight, squeezing hole the Pan gave him doing their best to give that cock a milking it would never forget. He could already feel the pulse quicken, the pre gush faster, Beast’s heart racing through his meat as he pounded him senseless.

He wouldn’t last much longer. And neither would Phil, if Beast kept going on his button like this. The satyr bit his lip, holding in his pulsing, oozing cock for as long as he could. 

Beast huffed and panted above him, the front of his face receiving blast after blast of hot, bestial breath as he drove into him again and again. His thrusts were starting to become erratic; what was earlier consistent and heavy was now random and haphazard. Beast's hips slammed into him with enough force to shatter stone, yes, but some came faster than others. The next thrust was fast, the one after was slower, the thrust after than one more out of time. Beast’s rhythm fell apart as his own self-control waned, those fangs bared and eyes shut tight as his cock threatened to burst.

“FUCK…!” Beast swore with a heavy huff and a snort. “Get ready, slut…! Gonna… SOON…!!!!”

Phil couldn't hold himself together anymore. He was coming apart, his mental walls were crumbling, he had no time to think. It was all he could do to put together a few simple words.

“Bring it on… big guy! Fill me up…!” He forced out his words with raspy breaths, his once-proud now a weak and lazy grin, his pleasure overflowing like a geyser about the blow. “Just try and make this satyr beg, I dare ya! Ya still got time…!”

Beast’s pressure built up, his thrusts becoming strong enough to crack the ground beneath them. That fat knot rammed against Phil’s hole time and time again, never relenting, as its owner lost all control. His cock throbbed like a volcano about to erupt, sending a rumble through both their bodies as Beast began to slip. The tighter he tried to hold on, the more he slipped away, and the faster his climax raged toward them both. Phil braced himself, bulging out those cheeks all the more, if only to make a greater jiggle for each hammering slam, and taking a deep breath, preparing himself for what was to come. It would be here any second now. Any second. He counted down the moments, marking the time with every last throbbing pulse that shot through the wolfcock buried inside him, his belly fluttering with every one he experienced. He gripped the sheets tight in his hands until his fingers went raw, his nails puncturing the cloth as that knot ground against his hole so perfectly. He needed it, and by the end of the night, he would have it. It would happen.

Beast snarled one final time, one final ram of his hips colliding against Phil’s bouncing backside, one final throb going through his cock, flashing from knot to tip in an instant as his length buried itself as deep as it could possibly reach. The throb carried his climax with it, and soon, his cock was firing off inside the satyr’s clenching hole, flooding him with white like a burst dam with a screaming, feral roar. Phil was overcome with that surge of liquid heat as it rushed to fill his insides, seeing more stars than ever before as Beast’s cum filled him to the brim. His prince’s balls slapped loudly against his own dangling pair in a series of shallow thrust; whether it was him or Beast that did it, he couldn’t tell. He was too busy putting a tight clamp on his own climax to tell; his heart raced, his pulse screamed through his veins, the pleasure in his loins surged through his entire body as he held it down. He refused to blow. He refused to give in. And the longer Beast’s hot cum unloaded into him, the harder it became to resist. He reached up his hands and gripped Beast’s horn with as much force and strength as he could, desperate to hold it all down for as long as possible, but it was a battle of attrition. His mind fogged and tore at the seams, and Beast never seemed to settle down, roaring with a sexual fury like the monster he was as his seed filled his body to the absolute limit, never slowing down for a second. He could almost taste it in the back of his throat.

Beast’s body-rocking climax thundered on. His hole trembled desperately against the ass-wrecking knot, and the more the monster’s hips ground against his, the more he felt his cheeks buckle inward against it, almost to the point of real pain. Round after round of burning-hot, molten seed gushed deep inside him in a creamy mess of white, painting his walls with more fluids than he could have ever admitted. Maybe that was the lube he needed. The idea grappled as his sex-addled brain, squeezing it in a strangle-hold. Maybe if he just kept pushing back, he could feel it. He could feel it all. But another part of his mind spoke just that little bit louder.

“If you let this guy knot you so soon, it’ll be over just like that!” He screamed at himself, his own voice nearly drowned under a tide of endorphins and burning-hot jizz. “You don’t want that, do you?! You’ve still got a long way to go with him!”

And that part of him was right. He knew it deep down. If he gave Beast an inch, he would take a mile, that much was clear as day. If he allowed himself to give in and get tied so soon, he would never hear the end of it. He could already hear the growls in his ear, the taunts, the growls as the monster completely and totally claimed him for his own. He would be riding this dick for the rest of his days, a drooling, stupid-faced mess. And as fun as it sounded, it just wasn’t… him.

So he resisted yet again, hopefully for the final time that night, and focused on restraining his own climax. It was like trying to keep a muzzle on Pegasus around a female, constantly wrangling with a thing that refused to be tamed. Even after all these years, he still had trouble pulling it off. He would have cursed Aphrodite for it, except that the last time he defied the Gods ended with him getting a lightning bolt to the head. So he didn’t push his luck. And as the one-minute mark ticked by, no end to Beast’s raging orgasm in sight, he sat there staring up at him through bleary eyes, savoring every last rope and spurt of white until it, at last, began to peter out. The moment that Beast’s climax started truly dying out, he felt it.

Literally.

Without so much as a word of warning, Phil found himself crushed against the sheets below. One more blast of hot breath hit his face before the weight of Beast’s entire body collapsed on top of him, pinning him down against the bed like a stone pillar crashing down on top of his back

It brought back some unpleasant memories. Maybe the description wasn’t very tasteful...

But Beast’s climax subsided nonetheless, and soon, he was in the clear. A few more squirts of white found their way up his tail, a few more throbs pulsed through his body, but soon, Beast had fallen still, huffing and snorting breath after breath over his neck while he no doubt caught his breath. He reached back as good as he was able (not an easy task when his entire form was being crushed painfully against the bed) and tapped Beast on the shoulder after a minute or so, unable to draw so much as a breath. But the sheets weren’t sticky, and his cock wasn’t spent. Even through all of that, he still hadn’t blown his lid.

Phil chuckled to himself. Good.

“Hey. Buddy!” Phil  impatiently tapped his shoulder again, his finger came down harder. “Get off me, we’re not done yet! No breaks, rookie!”

Phil was pressed violently down against the sheets, the wooden frame creaking as Beast finally pushed his way back up. But the weight was lifted off him in an instant, and his next few breaths came easier. The empty feeling from before returned with a vengeance, however, and Phil let out an aggravated sigh when Beast’s cock slipped audibly out of his hole, slurping free in a gooey, stringy mess that painted his fuzzy ass with ropes of white. Not that he minded the mess, even if he could do without the gaping void inside his guts. It was almost sad; he had gotten used to the cock.

He chuckled to himself. There was more where that came from, after all.

“I know...” A loud crack issued from Beast’s neck as he stretched his muscles. “I know that...”

“Hey, no resting!” Phil said, shooting a hard-boiled glare up back at him as his gaped tailhole oozed and leaked its messy contents onto the sheets below. “We’re on a tough regimen here.”

Beast seemed to almost crack a smirk, Phil almost letting out another bleat when he felt that cock slap down hard on his ass again.

“I know.” He repeated with a growl. “I’m just warming up with you, goat-boy!”

Phil brushed off the bleat with a chuckle, smirking back up at him just like he had before. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Phil’s ass was smacked again, those round, fuzzy cheeks bouncing and rippling for seconds on end, even as Beast’s paws squeezed them tight in his grip.

“But something’s missing.” The growl issuing from Beast’s throat was one of the deepest of the whole night, and Phil could practically feel it in his bones. “I didn’t hear begging, slut!”

“I told you, you’re gonna have to work for that! No pain, no gain, bub!”

Beast bristled, growling all the deeper. Phil was starting to love it when he did that, and a quiver went through the ring of his oozing hole. This guy really was something else.

But he took his own advice. There was no time to rest, and they were on a tough regimen. It was time to keep this train going. Round two would be where things got fun, he would make sure of that.

“Anyway,” Phil rolled over onto his back in one smooth motion, those stubby goat-legs spread wide. His hand wrapped gingerly around that massive, girthy cock, not even able to reach the halfway point by a long shot. “It’s my turn now, rookie. You ready for me?”

Phil stroked that cock, feeling his meat throb in his grip, a dollop of pre slipping from his tip. It dribbled down his shaft, flowed over his balls, down his taint to mix with the white load oozing from his hole, and stained the sheets with the rest of the fluids.

“Oh, it is, is it?” Growled Beast, looming over him like a shadow, cock raging and arms folded. “Since when are we taking turns, cockslut?”

Phil gave a heavy smirk, brushing the name-calling to the side for now. There would be time to deal with that later. “Since I said so. I’m your trainer, bub. If I say it’s my turn, it’s my turn. Ya got that, princey?”

Beast glowered, that cock raging between his legs with a dribble of pre onto the floor. It hit the wooden paneling with a soft, barely-audible plap, beading up like morning dew. He stood there as silent as a gargoyle for a few, strained seconds, before finally, hesitantly, opening his mouth to speak. “...Fine. What’s next?” His words came out begrudgingly, slowly, with a deep growl in his voice. 

Phil stroked his cock up and down as best he could, smirking as it leaked in his grip. He could practically feel Beast’s eyes on it, roving over every inch like a squeezing paw.

“You got to rough me up pretty good back there, so now it’s my turn to rough you up. Ass in the air, big guy. I’m gonna show you how a real top fucks!”

Beast almost looked offended, and he snorted like a wild animal, bristling the fur of his chest and abs with a monstrous huff. “You can’t be serious. I probably couldn’t even feel that thing. And I don’t take dick, especially not for a bottom-bitch like you!”

Phil only smirked up at him, coaxing a bead of pre to perch atop his fat tip like a pearl. “No backtalk, kiddo. Size isn’t everything, big boy. It’s about time you learned that!” He snickered, partly just to himself. “And I’m a pretty good teacher.”

Beast rolled his eyes with a huff. “Fine, I’ll do it just this once! Just you watch, I won’t even break a sweat.”

Phil chuckled darkly, stroking that monster of a cock so casually in his hand. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

But his words didn’t even seem to register. Beast made no sign of having even heard them, not a single ear-twitch defiant growl. But none of his words mattered, and by the time his target had turned about, not even the satyr himself cared what he had just said. He simply stared, agape and throbbing between the legs, at what he saw.

If his own ass was amazing, Beast’s had to be every bit as good. Clearly, a lot of effort had gone into it. Either that, or the prince had won the genetic lottery by miles. Both options were good enough for Phil, and frankly, as his target clapped his paws down on his bent knees and popped an ass-baring squat, he couldn’t have given less of a care in the world. Beast’s ass was beyond fantastic, a pair of round, sculpted cheeks covered in a thick hide of chestnut brown. Flanked by a scraggly, bushy, canine tail, those two powerful cakes pressed against each other in all their round, intoxicating fullness; huge and imposing just like what lay on his other side between his legs.

“Nice ass, kiddo.” Phil leered, catching Beast’s eyes when he peered over his shoulder. He saw something in those eyes, but he couldn’t quite place it. Whatever it was, it was something he never thought he would see on the man above him. Nervousness? Excitement? Maybe even the slightest hint of a blush on his face? He had no idea, but he opened his mouth anyway, determined to keep things moving. “Back it up, rookie. Right in my face. I wanna get a closer look.”

Beast did as he was told, slowly backing himself up until that huge, furry ass filled Phil’s field of vision. From wall to wall, all he saw was that pair of round, plump cheeks, and they were almost a match for his own. In fact, it looked like Beast had put at least as much effort into them as he had. He licked his chops again, slapping a hand over that big, monstrous butt as its owner arched his lower back, shoving it back into his face with a buck of his hips and a bounce of his cheeks. The high bounce was intercepted at the height of its arc, the slap echoing off the walls as it clapped back together with a ripple. That wolf-like tail flew high, limp and useful only as a decoration. He was gonna have a lot of fun with this one.

“Not bad. Not bad at all, baby.” Phil leered, swatting both cheeks in one go this time. Beast didn’t so much as flinch, but when their eyes met again, the blush was definitely there. “So…” The satyr began, making his way to standing, his hooves sinking into the sheets beneath him. He took a few steps forward, chuckling darkly while he took his throbbing, thick cock on his grip, slapping it roughly down against Beast’s exposed and waiting ass. “Think you’re ready for me? You better be, ‘cause I’m not holding back ‘till I’m all spent! And I don’t get spent easily.”

 “Just…” He huffed, that nervous blush burning hot on his muzzle as his ass slapped lightly together from its hypnotic jiggles. ”Just shut up and… and do it.” His cheeks rose and fell as a pair, smacking together after a very brief part, continuing to bounce up and down, moving as one unit until they settled with a gelatinous jiggle.

“Oh.” Phil snickered, slapping his cock down once again on the cleft dividing Beast’s titanic cheeks, leaving a web of pre to connect to the two bodies before it fizzled out when he pulled back. “You want this big dick after all, huh?” His hands came crashing down with a mighty ripple, his heavy arms effortlessly parting those thick cheeks in an instant, slowly revealing the satyr’s prize: Beast’s bright-pink, trembling hole, waiting for him at the end of his fuzzy taint. It looked just about ready to be plowed right then and there, and as Phil hammered his hips downward, slapping the pre-oozing tip of his cock down against its muscled ring, it quivered and shook with the nerves of a first-time bottom.

“I knew you couldn’t resist! You ever been fucked up the tail before, big guy?” Phil’s tone was a mocking one, and he ground his wrist-thick tip against Beast’s virginal hole with slow, teasing pushes. “You can tell me, don’t worry!”

Beast only seemed to glowering straight ahead as Phil bit down hard on his lip, grinding snugly against that tight, warm pucker, a gush of pre making it shine like its owner’s cock had only half an hour ago. 

“No.” Was all Beast responded with, but Phil didn’t mind. The clear nervousness of his entrance alone said more than words ever could.

“Good thing ya came to me, huh?” Phil slapped that hole with his fat tip a few good times, each one stickier than the last. “Pass me the oil. Gonna get my cock nice and slick before I fuck the daylights out of you.”

Beast passed him the pitcher with a silent glower and Phil tipped it over gently, slathering his cock just as Beast had earlier, with just the same amount of volume. The exact same amount of visceral shine. The exact same dribbling runoff that turned Beast’s coat into a slick, oily mess.  His smirk widened, the squat satyr feeling that nerve-wracked ring slowly buckle against his tip as he eased his hips forward. Watching that cock was like looking into a mirror, the fresh coat of lube reflecting his own face back at him with an immaculate shine.

Beast’s hole trembled.

It buckled.

It beckoned.

And Phil sunk his hips forward in one smooth motion, feeling every last pulse and throb of his arm-thick shaft down to his very core. He watched from above, savoring every little feeling as he took the plunge, the ass-wrecking girth of his cockhead slowly being engulfed in a snug, tight heat. That pliant ring of muscle sank inward against his advances, spreading and stretching wide around him without a single moment of hesitation. He slipped inside Beast with minimal effort, and his hole, despite its tightness and heat, accepted him an inch at a time.

A loud, roaring moan hit Phil’s ears, the bed beneath them creaking as his girth spread those tight walls wide. He could feel them part around him, his thick shaft spearing its way into those depths with ease, even as their owner tried his hardest to relax. Beast cried out, throwing his head and hips back with his paws on his knees, giving Phil the perfect rear view of that big ass bouncing high. He could only chuckle at the sight, smacking a hand across that jiggling butt and wiggling his broad hips from side to side against the ensuing wobble. It shook him to his bones, but he remained focused, gripping that canine tail and holding it high while his hips and length sank forward. It didn’t take long at all for him to bottom out, even with all that girth giving Beast more than his fair share to chew on.

“Yeah, baby… Work that ass for me!” Phil leered, drawing his length out with a wet schlick, all the way out to the tip. That plump cockhead still stayed lodged inside, refusing to let Beast be so empty so quickly. Just the tip alone was the thickness of the average person’s shaft, and there was still so much more where that came from. “Work that fat ass on my cock for me, will ya?”

Beast growled, snapping over his shoulder with a look of bestial rage; the same look he had given Phil just minutes before. His pupils were shrunken in, his whites bloodshot, and his fangs bared in a snarl.

“Shut up and get going, goat-boy!” Beast roared through clenched and gritted fangs. “Just shut up and do it already! Before I change my mind!”

Phil only smirked in his face and obliged, his cock filled Beast’s depths to their limits in one swift shove. His face contorted in a mix of pain and ecstatic pleasure, and he quickly turned it away. The embarrassment in his eyes was palpable, and as Phil gave a few well-timed bucks, clapping their balls together like a pair of children’s toys, he almost felt a little sorry for him.

Almost. If anything, the big guy had earned this.

“Not ‘till ya remember where your place is, big boy!” Phil drew out again, yanking Beast’s hips back against his as they slammed forward with the force of a battering ram at a gate. “So bounce that ass for me, or I’m pulling out! Ya wouldn’t want me to pull out, would ya~?”

Even over his next bestial growl, Phil could just barely make out the red glow of a blush on his bottom’s muzzle, and he snickered again, right in his ear.

“F-fine…” He mumbled under his breath, the words just barely audible even within spitting distance. “Just… don’t-”

But as soon as the words had come, they were gone. Beast’s voice stopped in an instant, cut off by his own volition. Phil smirked, pressing his advantage just as he pressed his hips against his ass.

“Hmm?” Phil teased, knowing exactly what Beast didn’t want him to hear. “Don’t what, big boy? Don’t leaving me hangin’!”

Another yelping moan was drawn from Beast’s throat as Phil’s hips slammed into him again, the satyr's cock being squeezed and milked from all sides when it rammed its way back inside without a single shred of mercy. He found his rhythm quickly, his hips thrusting in time with his own carnal metronome, down to the last half-beat. And Beast’s ass wasn't far behind, throwing itself back to meet him with claps and bounces of his brown-furred hide, obliging at last.

“Just don’t…” Beast’s voice was strained, almost like a whimper as his ass was steadily pounded from behind. Until it all came out in a needy roar that shook Phil’s squat body to his bones.

“Just… don’t stop…!!”

“Wasn’t gonna, ya big lug.” Phil leered, the telltale slaps of fur on fur filling the room once again in no time at all, each clapping smack earning that tight, hot hole a spurt of pre. “Moan for me, rookie. Tell me how much ya love it.” With that last word hanging in the air, Phil intercepted a bounce at the height of its arc with a spanking slap, just for the added effect of it all.

It really was a great ass, one of the best he’d ever fucked; Beast’s hole was as good as a hole came, tight and warm, ready and willing, and absolutely perfect no matter how many times he slammed into it, no matter how crushingly-hard to pounded. He chuckled to himself, a shock of pain-induced pleasure crackling up his spine as both pairs of fat balls smacked together beneath them, his rhythm steady and his stamina unending.

He was used to pounding men twice his size, and Beast was no different. Phil took the reins like the trainer he was, slamming his hips back and forth with practiced precision, and watching as the girth of his monstrous length gaped that tight hole around him. What he lacked in length, he made up for in other attributes, that much was clear. And Beast’s first true moan issued from his throat to echo off the walls, he felt a surge of pride well up deep inside him. The big hunk that had just a minute ago been snarling and ramming his way up his tail was now squatting there, back arched, ass bouncing, voice soaring, and tailhole squeezing uncontrollably around his shaft as the squat little satyr fucked him mercilessly. That brown-furred ass wobbled and shook against his ramming hips, those practically-sloshing balls swinging back and forth against his own. Phil hammered him from behind with unending stamina and skill, and before either of them knew it, the urge to blow was rearing its head yet again.

“That’s it…” Phil’s ear twitched when Beast’s moaning voice registered in his brain, a deep, pleasured sound that only a beast could make. For such a large creature, the prince sure did know how to moan like a nymph. “That’s it, rookie! Keep makin’ those sounds!” Phil slammed his hands down on Beast’s bouncing ass, clapping his hide at the height of his cheeks’ rise. The perfectly-timed strike caught his backside at just the right moment to cause a quake, and the shock of pleasured pain that crackled up its owner’s spine only made his walls clench. Phil’s stubby dick was constricted in the best way, squeezed from all sides in a way only the best bottoms could do, and he gave him his reward in the form of a spurting rope of sticky pre deep into his insides. Brown slammed into brown again and again, fur slapped against fur. Balls collided and knocked together, and snorts of pleasured exhales filled the room. Phil hadn’t fucked like this in a long time, not even with the nymphs in the stream. Beast just kept on driving him further with his sheer tightness alone, and the pressure began to rise all the faster. 

His breaths became faster, his heart raced against his chest. The urge to blow, to utterly fill the so-called dom’s exquisite hole to the brim began to overtake him, and he pounded all the harder. Those bubbly, round cheeks were now in a constant state of movement, slapping lewdly against his hips when he thrusted forward, and jiggling hypnotically when he pulled back, only to be rammed into again. His own lower body was quickly becoming a blur, and he clenched his teeth and bit his lower lip, resisting the urge to jackhammer into that tailhole as much as he possibly could. He wasn’t able to resist for long, what with those deep, pleasured moans drilling deep into his ears and the meaty slaps of hips on ass driving him to give it his all. He gave in within seconds, the mental walls around his libido dissolving further with every thrust of his lower body, every squeeze of Beast’s walls around his length.

“So much for you bein’ a dom, huh…?” He panted out, jack-hammering that ass as hard as he could muster. “Listen to you! Taking my dick like a real sissy, makin’ all those sounds! Keep doin’ what you’re doin’, rookie!”

Beast didn’t respond beyond a huff, but Phil heard so many things in that one exhale. Frustration, embarrassment, pleasured shame, and other things he couldn’t relate. All of that was wrapped up in that one sound, barely audible over the fleshy smacks echoing off the walls. And Phil just kept going, slamming and pounding inward as much as he could as his climax began to really revv up. He felt it in his belly like a knot, felt it burn in his veins like fire. His cock throbbed and twitched, preparing itself to fire off as soon as he could no longer contain it. His gaped hole clenched and quivered instinctually, the motion of his flexing dick setting his backdoor off, even in its cum-oozing, cock-wrecked state. He gritted his caprine teeth, holding his climax back as the pressure rose like a steam-valve, egged on to its bursting point by the big bottom’s moans and non-verbal pleads for more. More pre, more cock, more speed and force. Beast didn’t need to tell him. His back-thrusting ass did all the talking, meeting him halfway with every last lunge forward.  His moaning voice filled in the rest, not a single coherent word spoken between all those ecstatic, carnal moans. It was all the creature was able to do now, as his hole was so perfectly filled again and again, and neither of them ever wanted it to end.

But it had to.

“That’s it, rookie…!” Phil snickered to the best of his ability, closing his eyes as his vision began to smear through all those burgeoning endorphins. “Get ready...! You want this…?! You want my cum, baby…?!”

He didn’t see Beast nod. He didn’t hear him respond. If he did either of those things at all, Phil hadn’t noticed it. But he had noticed the sudden vise-like squeeze of those walls around his cock as he hilted. He had noticed the desperate clenches of that ass, pounding his shaft and tip from all sides, practically begging him to give in. He held back for a few more seconds, his length pulsing and jumping, his balls slapping loudly against Beast’s own pair with all the pleasure and pain in the world.

One more moan from Beast was all he needed to set him off, and as soon as it hit his ears, crashing into him like a bucking bull to the gut, he finally gave into it.

“Then you can…” Phil managed to force out a few words between his gritted teeth, his hips coming to a standstill at last, grinding against those furry cheeks. He could resist anymore. He didn’t want to. All he could do was hilt one more time, bottom out one more time, and let down his defenses at last. “Then you can fuckin’ have it!!!”

Phil’s body was flooded with endorphins, a tide of pleasure like a burst dam threatening to bowl him over as his cock erupted. He felt every last throb, every last jump, every spurt, every unloading round. His climax hit him as hard as it could, his balls fired off their contents deep in Beast’s ass. And he just sat there, letting loose a loud, grunting moan as it did. He let it consume him. He let it take him over. He let his own libido drive him and guide his actions, no longer caring about out-domming the man underneath him. He didn’t have to anymore, not when he was filling his depths with load after load of hot, pearly-white cum. Beast’s insides were utterly painted, totally filled, with as much of the stuff as he could possibly unleash, their hips flush with each others as Phil unloaded every last drop. By the time the satyr’s climax began to subside, the tight seal of his meat had been broken, and his off-white seed leaked and oozed out onto the bed sheets, staining the silky cloth with its gooey, viscous texture. 

His senses came back to him slowly, dripping back to him bit by bit. He opened his eyes to see the mess he had made, the brown of his and Beast’s fur as stained and matted with white as the sheets underneath them. The sounds of his and Beast’s labored breathing hit his ears, ragged and heavy like after the most intense workout of their lives. The scent sinking into his nose was indescribable, musky and heady, deep and dirty; the scent of sex and musk and spent loads. He could practically taste it on his tongue, and when he swallowed it down, he gulped it with a subtle, shivering moan. His senses came back to him just in time for the weight of his own exhaustion to settle in, and before he could stop himself he was hunching over, his meaty hands gripping the hide of Beast’s fuzzy cheeks to stop himself from falling into that sticky mess of white. He felt its gooey texture under his palms, felt it against his bulging belly when he sank forward. A little chuckle escaped his throat.

“Fuck…” He cursed, daring to take one more thrust before all his energy dissolved away. “Who knew we could make such a mess, huh? I hope it was good for you.”

He hadn't meant to say that out loud, but he said it anyway. Not that he cared all that much, but he was never much for pillow-talk. Thankfully, Beast only gave a shallow, noncommittal grunt, huffed again, then fell a bit more limp than before. Phil watched on from his view from above, finding himself straightening up more by the second. His breathing became less shallow as the minutes ticked by, his heart settled down as time crawled along, and by the time a few full minutes had passed, he was shaking off the last webs of exhaustion.

The fire of his libido gradually flickered back into being as he regained his faculties, and before Beast could stop him, he was landing another clapping smack against that big bottom’s cakes, watching them bounce and jiggle against his belly and hips. Beast cried out, throwing his head back with a roaring cry of pain and shock. Phil couldn’t get enough of it, and he couldn’t help but smirk down at him as the last bit of exhaustion fizzled out.

“Wake up, rookie!” Phil snapped. “We’re nowhere near done yet!” After a few seconds of getting no response beyond a heavy exhale, he gave a sigh of his own and poked at the back of Beast’s head, prodding it with a fat finger. “You listening to me up there?”

Beast glowered back at him, growling deep in his throat as his cheeks wobbled and bounced against those groping hands.

“Yes.” Beast spat, breaking the silence like a fragile pot. “Yes, I am!”

“Good.” The tubby satyr returned the snap with one of his own. “‘Cause we’re still on a tight regimen. What did I tell ya? No breaks!” A smirk cracked its way across his lips, and his eyes gleamed in the candlelight. “Which means I’m not done with you yet. You ready for round three?”

Beast peered back at him, and the much-larger man seemed to smirk, if only just barely. “What do you think, goat-boy? Of course I am. Are you ready for me?”

Phil released his grip on Beast’s backside, folding his arms and shunting his belly forward, resting its bulging volume atop his ass. He didn’t need to think for a second about what to do next. He already knew. The quiver underneath his tail, the clench of his newly-hungry hole, was all he needed.

“Gotcha, rookie. Gotcha.” Phil grinned a lusty grin down at him, trying his hardest to look imposing in his short, squat stature. “So when I pull out, I want you to be ready to go ASAP. Think you can handle that?”

Beast only rolled his eyes with another huff, giving Phil all the answer he needed without having to waste a breath. They both knew they would need it for much more important things, and soon. Phil revved his hips from side to side before pulling back an inch or so at a time, the warm tightness of that cum-filled hole being left behind little by little, until his tip slurped audibly out. It felt weird, his half-hard shaft surrounded by nothing but air. But he shoved that feeling to the back of his mind the moment their eyes met again, boring into each other like two immovable objects.

“Alright,” Phil grinned, lowering himself onto that impressive ass and rolling backward onto the sheets for the second time that night. It wouldn’t be the last, that much was obvious. His freshly-freed cock rested against his belly, as hard as stone and oozing its milky fluids out against his skin. “I’m all out. You ready?” 

Beast straightened up, rubbing his cum-smeared cakes as his gaping hole dribbled out a mess of white on the floor with soft, creamy dribbles. He slowly returned to his looming position, arms folded across his chest and knotted cock at the ready between his legs, towering over the satyr and his ruffled bed again. “Do you have to ask?”

“I guess I don’t. Stud.” Phil scooted forward as best he could, positioning his upturned ass over the foot of the bed, just as the man above him took his knot in his grip. Beast glowered down at him with renewed sexual fury, angling his tapered tip downward like an archer lining up an arrow, or a hoplite aiming the tip of a spear. They gazed into each other’s faces for a long, lingering moment, and Phil summoned up a very-deliberate blush, tainting his face with red.

“You wanna own me, big boy? You wanna hear this satyr moan for ya?” Phil spoke in as sultry a voice as he could do, gaping his mouth open with only the slightest hint of a grin. He had seen that look in so many nymphs before, and if anyone could imitate it, it was him. Beast growled and snarled down at him, the squat little satyr groaning deeply as that canine tip, adorned with a bead of pre, tapped against his exposed hole.

“So,” Beast growled deep in his throat, every last twitch of his knotted shaft saying more than words ever could. “You finally decided to give in, did you? Took you long enough.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Phil smirked full-on this time, landing a fleshy, jiggling smack against his own ass as Beast’s cock slammed forward, slipping right back into his hole, down to the knot in one clean shove. Right where it belonged. “Just fuck me up, rookie. Fuckin’ knot me already.”

Beast didn’t need to be asked twice. Phil leaned his head back, panting and gasping for breath in most submissive way he knew how, drawing in ragged and hoarse breaths as his top re-assumed his “rightful'' role, plowing away with all his knotted cock’s might. He sat there and took it, grunting and sighing his way through his part with every thrust forward, every draw backward. He smirked internally; they were nowhere near done, and maybe both of them knew it.

But Phil knew one thing, right away: they would keep going like this till the end of the night, until the sun came up. And if Phil had his way, it never would. Maybe, just maybe, if he kept the candles burning and the blinds closed, Beast would never know the difference.

“Just you watch, baby…!” He cast his eyes upward, skyward, toward Olympus’ peaks, hoping in his ecstasy that she was watching, as Beast’s knot slammed fully against his hole for the first time that night. “I hope you’re ready to hear a satyr scream...!”

His eyes rolled up as Beast’s knot hammered away at him. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as it hung wide-open. And then, from deep in his throat, just as his ring began to buckle against those slamming pounds, came a long, screaming moan. It only made Beast thrust all-the-harder. And Phil loved every last moment of it.