Khan grinned as he watched her then glanced across at Nikon who gave him a wink.
I’ve had that cake before, the satyr mouthed.
Relieved Nikon still had control of his faculties, Khan pushed up from the table. It was time to tempt Radha with another vision of what her future could be. One way or another, she would make a choice.
Nikon could scarcely breathe as he followed Radha and Khan to her bedroom. Sure, he’d been there plenty of times. Knew how many steps wide and deep the room was. Knew what she looked like when she dreamed of sex, her body shallowly moving on the mattress while her fingers fluttered on her breasts and between her legs.
He’d also experienced what it was like to be stalked inside his dreams by the sensuous witch.
Once, she’d approached him at the large pond on his clan’s old property. He’d been throwing rocks across the smooth-as-glass surface, as he’d often done in his youth.
“Would you like to play a game?” she’d asked, walking her fingers up his spine then coming around his front to trace the edge of his jaw.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he’d said.
“Because now you won’t be able to think about anything else when you see me?” she’d said, tossing back her hair. Then she bent over, far enough the midthigh skirt she wore rose to the bottom of her bare buttocks.
His heart thudded. His cock began to unfurl inside his jeans. “What kind of game do you want to play?” he asked, hoping now that his dream version of Radha might be convinced to suck his cock. He wasn’t asking for the moon.
She opened her palm to display five flat stones she’d picked up. “For every throw, the one with the most skips gets to ask the other to remove something.” She smiled. “You first.”
Since this was something he’d done since childhood, he
was sure he’d win. So, he stood with his side facing the water and drew back his arm. Just as he was ready to toss the stone skimming across the surface, she reached between his legs and squeezed his balls. His stone sank without a single skip.
Giggling, she moved away and quickly tossed her rock. It skipped ten times before sinking into the water. She glanced his way and looked him over, head to foot. “Your boots. Lose them.”
He nearly told her “boots” was plural, and she’d have to win again to get both, but he wanted to be naked sooner, right? He toed off his boots and socks at the same time.
Again, he turned his back to her, drew a deep breath, reached behind him to skim his stone, but she ran her cupped palm up the length of his cock, and his stone sank.
And so, the game played out until he was naked, and she had one rock left.
“Your turn,” she said.
He held out his arms. “If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have any clothing left to lose.”
“But you’re wrong,” she whispered. Her gaze skimmed his hips to his legs, and he knew what she wanted.
He shook himself and donned his horse skin.
Her lips pouted. “No fair. I liked distracting you and making you fail.”
“You think I failed?” he said, stepping closer to her then glancing down into her eyes. “You touched my balls and dick. I count that as a win.”
She held her hand aloft and opened her fingers, displaying the last stone. Then she turned her hand and let if fall. “I have questions,” she said, glancing at his horse’s body—at his withers, his haunches—when he knew what she was most curious to see.
“Since this is a dream, I can accommodate you. If you’d like to see my horse’s penis, you’ll have to be the one to draw it down, since I can’t reach that far back,” he said slyly.
Her eyes narrowed, but she walked along his long body, her hand petting his back until she reached his haunch.
“Bend down. Take a look,” he asked, knowing his penis was already escaping its sheath, but wouldn’t this Dream Radha be impressed?
She bent, and then gasped, and slowly reached out to grip him around his shaft. “What’s it like fucking another satyr?” she asked, her hand stroking over him.
“What you would expect. She presents her rear; after I taste her, pleasuring her the same way I would a female human before entering her, I mount her.”
“And when you’re with a human?”