Starros finished up his tenth set on the panpipes and leaned back in the afternoon sun, his promise to patrol the western perimeter conveniently forgotten. He reached down and fondled his full balls, wondering why the grove sounded so quiet.

Then it hit him. He hadn’t heard Fleyah’s voice nagging him to be more responsible, or take his post more seriously, or to stop trying to flick berries down her neckline. Really, she’d just reprimand him any time he was in danger of having fun.

So, how had he just wasted the better part of an afternoon dicking away at his music without Fleyah threatening to slice off his tongue? Something wasn’t adding up.

Starros kicked off his rock and began to pace on his tawny hooves down the neatly trimmed grove dotted with gardens and marble statues. He ran his fingers over the Grand Key around his neck and pricked up his ears, listening to see if any of the birds or beasts might tip him off. Nothing so far. What had happened to Fleyah?

He stopped and gazed absently at a sculpted bust of the Alixaria the Uniter, the first Elven Empress to unite the five sylvan factions into what became the Ethranian Empire. Starros wasn’t so much interested in the history of it, but rather found it amusing that the sculptor had taken the term ‘bust’ in more ways than one.

“Starros! There you are!” Fleyah’s voice chimed from behind him. The satyr jumped and spun around a hundred and eighty degrees, half in shock. Fleyah stared back at him with her hands tucked behind her back, her torso pressed out towards him. “I had been so worried about you.”

Starros braced himself for Fleyah’s long-winded lecture about keeping his guard up and how she could have stabbed him in the back as he stood there daydreaming. To his utter surprise, she didn’t say a word. The athletic blonde elf only gazed at him with her blue eyes, softly swaying on her hips. The satyr cocked his head in confusion.

Was she actually smiling?

“That’s most heartwarming, my dear,” Starros said, scratching his chin. “And a bit out of character. Has something happened while I was playing—I mean, tending to the perimeter?”

Fleyah tilted her head and stared into his eyes with a fierce, passionate look. In two steps, she closed the distance between them, her soft body wrapped in linen and leather pressing up against his bare chest.

“I need to show you something. Something I know you’ve been aching to see. Follow me, and don’t ask any questions,” the words came hot and fast off her lips. Starros could feel her breath tickling the hairs on his chin and the heat radiating from her body. The sweet smell of her golden hair surrounded him, not to mention a lingering smell of …something floral and sweet. He reeled from the shock, warning bells going off in his head.

“Fleyah, I’m not sure…”

The elf hooked her fingers into the front of Starros’ loincloth, the tips of her first two digits lightly scratching the base of his cock.

“…why you didn’t ask me before!” he finished, his lust shouting louder than his brain. “Please lead on!”

Fleyah smiled like a cat and gently pulled Starros forward by his woven hemp belt. After a step or two, she let go and let Starros follow her sultry hips as they swayed back and forth with every step.

Starros was no fool, just horny. He knew full well that something odd, even dangerous, had befallen the usually stuck-up elf guard, but if that meant he was finally going to get some action, then he could always deal with the enchantment later. After all, he was a satyr! Nobody ever pulled one over on him, and he could always undo whatever spell she was under later, preferably when it was most humiliating to Fleyah.

The two of them sauntered down the grove as Fleyah led him down a narrow side path towards the limestone bird fountain. As they walked, Starros picked up on more of the strange scent in the air that clung to Fleyah’s body. He sniffed and continued gazing at the elf’s undulating curves, her every step radiating hunger and lust.

At last, Fleyah stopped at the end of the path, swaying slightly on her feet as if intoxicated. Starros inhaled deeply, more aware than ever of the overpowering floral smell.

“And what did the head guard of Ethrana wish to show me?” Starros asked, somewhat bemused.

In response, Fleyah grinned, her eyes half-lidded and pointed to the large wicker chair set near the side of the hedge.

“This, Lord Keyholder,” she said through heavy breaths.

Starros glanced at the chair and smiled, nodding his head in understanding. The chair was adorned with bright, shimmering iridescent flowers with large phallic stamen, no doubt the source of the heady miasma that had enthralled the elven warrior. The chair might as well be a throne for some sylvan god of decadence and debauchery.

“Ah! The Bacchal’s Delight flower, rare and in stunning full bloom,” he said, prancing over to the chair. He plucked a large, four-petaled flower, and inhaled deeply through the nose.

“It’s been outlawed for some time in the Empire, something about the devastating effect it has on the minds and bodies of the elves who chance to smell it. Whoever set up this pitiful trap failed to do their research, however. We satyrs were practically raised in the far-flung valley from whence it grew, and we’re therefore immune to its effects.”

Starros turned his head back to Fleyah who continued to stand in a happy daze, her mind inundated with the irresistible scent. A smile curled up his face.

“But I wager you must be feeling the effects most strongly, aren’t you, Fleyah?” he said, stalking forward and dangling the exotic flower over the elf’s vacant face. “You must be feeling drunk and horny as a meadow nymph in the springtime rut. That delicious, tantalizing scent making all your faculties drain straight into that denied elven pussy of yours, yes?”

He waggled the flower back and forth in front of Fleyah’s face, drawing her eyes and her head along with it. Her mouth hung open in a stupefied grin and she swayed gingerly on her feet.

“y-yyeeessss…” she slurred.

“It’s been said that unscrupulous villains like the gorgons and the dark faction elves used these flowers to waylay unsuspecting elven ditzes and have their way with them. Elven ditzes like you, my dear, who get so wet and agreeable when they let the lovely smell enter their heads.”

Fleyah did little more than nod and giggle along, the pretty flower with its miniature cocks for stamen robbing her of all thought.

Starros continued to circle the flower in front of Fleyah’s nose as he raked his eyes across her fit, powerful body, her sturdy hips and thighs, her full, very perky breasts nearly spilling out of her leather tunic.

The sight was making Starros’ loincloth lift up a few inches.

“Well, my dear, I know you’re having such a difficult time reasoning at the moment, but you are supposed to protect me from all temptation, is that not right?”

Fleyah nodded blankly.

“And you know the best way to keep a satyr free of temptation is to make sure he’s always sated, that makes sense, doesn’t it?”

Starros could have been describing dwarven mathematics, Fleyah would’ve still answered him the same.

“yes…makes sensssssseeee…” She giggled, her eyes darting down to the growing bulge between Starros’ legs. The satyr licked the top of his teeth and strolled closer. He gently took the blossom of Bacchal’s Delight and wedged it gently behind Fleyah’s pointed ear. The elf nearly swooned at the touch. Starros chuckled and sat down on the throne of flowers, his legs splayed to the sides.

“Well, I suppose it must be your solemn duty to give your Lord Keyholder a nice, sloppy blowjob so he’s free from harm’s way, agreed?”

Before waiting for an answer, Starros threw open the small bit of fabric concealing his massive cock and balls. Ten inches of erect dick popped out at Fleyah, as tempting as the phallic stamen of the flower behind her ear. His balls were the size of apples wrapped in his silky smooth nutsack.

“Time to do your part for the Empress, my loyal, obedient warrior.”

Fleyah sighed and dropped to her knees, her gaze glued to Starros’ erection as she began to fondle his balls. The satyr grinned from ear to ear and let his head tilt back in pleasure. He could give Fleyah the antidote whenever he wanted. It was a simple formula from easy to find plants and mushrooms, but why waste such an opportunity? He alone still had the key that could not be lifted from his neck by anyone except him, and he finally had the little tease of a guard at his mercy. Oh, she would rant and scream at him for a day straight after this, but it would be worth it to know that she would do so with the lingering aftertaste of his cum in her throat.

Just a quick blowjob, and then he’d get to work.

For someone who was usually so vocally repulsed by a satyr’s junk, Fleyah was impressing him with her fellatio skills. Her slender tongue swirled and whipped up and down Starros’ shaft, flicking back and forth over the head and then back to the base, her delicate yet strong fingers ringing and tickling his balls. The satyr leaned back in the chair, reveling in the long-awaited sensation of an eager, wet mouth going to work on his cock. The elf ogled, cooed, and stared at his prick as she pleasured him, a hungry gleam in her eyes.

Starros grunted and bit his lip, feeling his balls filling with pints of hot cum. Just a little longer…

Feels so good…

The thought trickled through his brain. It did feel so good to finally get this sexy elfmaid on her knees.

Don’t want it to end…

No, he most certainly didn’t want it to end. He’d be happy to sit for hours on his glorious throne, letting Fleyah go crazy on his cock.

Hmmm…did the voice in his head sound different, somehow?

You love it when she slurps your balls…

On cue, Fleyah stretched her mouth around one of Starros’ oversized testicles, smacking and sucking with soft, wet lips, her tongue wriggling over her sack. Gods and Titans! That felt amazing! He didn’t care where the strange, compelling thoughts were coming from. They were undeniably right!

Fleyah switched to the other side of his sack, her fingers, slick with spit and precum, slithered around his shaft in the meantime. It was divine, but Starros knew he’d better bring it to a happy ending already.

Too good to stop…

Don’t want it to end…

Want the elf girl to keep sucking your horny cock…

Starros couldn’t agree more. He did want this gorgeous elf to keep sucking his cock. She was certainly enjoying it, granted the mind-altering pollen of the Bacchal’s Delight was mostly responsible for that. But by heavens, he didn’t want it to stop. Fleyah seemed to anticipate exactly when Starros was on the edge of cumming, and exactly when to back away to keep his climax just out of reach.

The satyr put his bare arms over his head, cushioning the back of his head with his hands. He could just relax and enjoy this.

Relax and enjoy it.

The satyr’s face twisted in rapturous pleasure to feel the elf slip her lips around the head of his cock, drawing herself up and down…up and down…

Think about goblin women…

The sudden, intrusive thought nearly snapped Starros out of his reverie. He had no love for goblins. Nasty, insufferable, cruel beings that…that…

Goblin women have the bounciest butts…

Starro growled in frustration, feeling his climax slip away from him again, his cock jutting out harder. He couldn’t fantasize about goblin women. He couldn’t get aroused thinking about their ugly, green, bouncy, plump ass cheeks pumping back and forth…up and down…just like Fleyah’s mouth, up and down…

Up and down…

Up and down…

Goblin butts bounce up and down…

Starros closed his eyes, his arms falling back down to the sides of the chair, limp and exhausted. Every ounce of strength was drawn into his cock as he thought about beautiful, green asses bouncing up and down. Just for him.

Goblin women have such big, yummy boobs…

Two huge green tits materialized in Starros’ mind. He practically roared in lust. Fleyah looked up at her Lord Keyholder and slowed down, a thin smile curling up her lips, around his cock.

Goblin women have big, bouncy boobs…

Goblin women have big, bouncy butts…

You love thinking of pretty goblin women…

That…that wasn’t true! He didn’t have the hots for goblin women shaking their curvy butts, shimmying their gorgeous racks. Smiling and teasing him as he got harder and harder.

Harder and harder…

Don’t want to cum…can’t cum…

Wanting to watch goblin women…

Starros was practically delirious with pleasure as Fleyah mercilessly teased and edged him with her mouth. Any idea of stopping her was out of the question. He had to unleash his balls…fill up her mouth with his cum…cum all over pretty goblin titties…

Think about cumming on goblin titties…

Want to cum for goblin titties…

Will do anything to cum for pretty goblin women…

Fleyah half watched Starros in his agonizing pleasure while the other half of her drifted in a wonderful fugue of cock, sex, and flowers. Her glazed eyes drifted towards the satyr’s tortured face and the small hollow reed that hovered next to his ear. A reed that went from his ear all the way back to the hedge wall, delivering hissing words to his sex-addled brain.

From the wall, the plants rustled slightly, and out walked Libania, the short, thick goblin spy that had found Fleyah earlier. The one that whispered all those dirty ideas about how wonderful it was to suck cock while she lost herself to the beauty of the Bacchal’s Delight. Libania eyed Starros cautiously, continuing to whisper words into his ear via the hollow reed.

You can’t resist pretty goblin women with big tits and bouncy butts…

Bouncy goblin butts make you horny…

Big goblin boobies make you stupid…

Starros moaned again and thrust his hips forward into Fleyah’s mouth, much to the elf girl’s delight. He was mad with arousal now, his need to come almost turning him blind.

Until he saw the most radiant vision in front of him. A buxom goblin girl wearing nothing more than a few leather straps over her incredible tits, the dark green areolae peeking out on the sides, and a leather thong that showed off her bare, juicy thighs and massive butt. The curvy goblin, holding her reed innocently behind her back, walked up to him, her tits jiggling back and forth with each step.

“See, silly satry man?” She said in a bubbly voice. “I told you goblin women were sexy!” She hefted her bouncy breasts up and down. Starros’ eyes were on stalks.

“You just can’t resist goblin tits, can you?” She shook her breasts side to side, Starros mindlessly copied the movement, inadvertently shaking his head ‘no’.

“Didn’t think so,” she gloated. She turned and rubbed her large ass in the satyr’s face just to see him boil. “Poor, stupid satyr. So far gone, I could just reach up and grab that silly key from your neck, and you wouldn’t do a thing to stop me. You’d just keep getting your cock serviced by my lovely assistant here while you kept thinking about my curvy body, wouldn’t you?”

Starros grunted. He couldn’t tell if he was in agony over being ambushed by the goblin spy or just from sheer desperation to cum. Either way, he was helpless.

“Except I couldn’t, could I?” Libania said, bringing her full, feminine hand to her face. “Nobody except you, mister silly, stupid satyr can take that key off around your neck. So, what can I do to persuade you?”

Libania knelt next to Fleyah, and Starros nearly passed out from the sight of the goblin sandwiching the base of his cock in her cleavage while Fleyah sweetly kissed the tip.

“There must be some naughty fantasy that you’ve been wanting to do for so long. Just tell me what it is,” she commanded and squeezed her plump breasts together. “I promise I can make your dreams come true, just like a sexy, green genie, hmm?”

Libania chuckled and poked Fleyah in the ribs like they were sharing a joke. The suggestible elf began chuckling along too, sending a flood of vibrations through Starros’ cock and into his brain.

“What do you think, miss silly, slutty elf?” the goblin maid asked. “Is there anything that can make your stupid satyr take off his key?” She let her hand slide down Fleyah’s back and over her ass. She hiked up the elf’s skirt and let her green fingers probe Fleyah’s pussy lips, eliciting a long moan from the elf. With her other hand, she lightly scratched and tickled Starro’s huge balls with her filed nails.

“Oooh, maybe that’s what the stupid satyr wants?” said Libania, flashing her fanged smile. “Does the horny, stupid satyr want to fuck the slutty elf’s pussy. Would he like to gush all this nasty cum—” she gently batted his nuts “—into a tight, wet elf pussy? I bet that would be satisfying. And I think our slutty elf agrees, don’t you?”

Libania let her two fingers slide into Fleyah’s cunt, long since dripping from arousal. Fleyah squirmed and grinded against the goblin’s hand but never gave up her assault on Starro’s cock. The elf bucked up and down, nodding her head along to Libania’s thrusts.

“See? She’s ready and eager! And I think you must be dying to get that load out of you! We’ve been keeping an eye on you. We know how pent up you must be, silly satyr. Satyrs aren’t meant to be responsible. They’re too stupid and horny to be disciplined. Satyrs are only meant to fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Starros began thrusting his hips in earnest now, the goblin’s dirty, sexy words turning his brain to goo. She was right! He wanted to fuck! That’s all he wanted from life right now. To the pits with the consequences, all he needed to be complete was to gush his cum inside that hot, wet, needy elf cunt.

Libania removed her hand from Fleyah’s slit and sidled up next to Starros, pinching his nipples and bouncing her tits up and down on his shoulder.

“And you can. It would be so easy. Just reach up here…” Libania gently tickled the back of his neck, taking care not to touch the enchanted chain holding the great silver key. “…and pull off this key. Just let go of that silly burden, and you can bust a load in that sexy, silly slut.”

Starros looked down, one last desperate plea to Fleyah to help him. To shake off the spell of wanton lust she was under. She slowly, tortuously, circled her long tongue around the head of his cock as her ice blue eyes projected just one thing.

Fuck me.

Starros beamed in sweet surrender, his arms reaching up to his neck, and pulled the chain up and over his head. He sighed blissfully as he mindlessly let the Grand Key, the only key to the crucial Vault of Legends, drop straight into the open palm of his enemy.

Libania clasped the jewel-studded key, chuckling in triumph. She glanced over at Fleyah.

“A deal’s a deal! Hop on board, slut elf!”

With an excited squeal, Fleyah let Starros’ cock drop from her mouth as she mounted him reverse cowboy style, giving him a luscious view of her tight ass while she impaled herself on his stiff member. Starros grabbed onto her hips and thrust into her again and again, his wildest fantasy finally a reality. Libania, for her part, stood back and watched the spectacle, the grand key dangling from one green hand while she teased her slit with the other. She watched Starros’ face, his eyes consumed with a singular focus of cumming inside his pretty elf cohort. Libania also watched Fleyah, knowing that her brain was too far gone to do anything but orgasm as soon as she felt the girthy cock inside her begin to pulse.

Time for the finishing touch. She waited just another minute until she could tell that the two of them were about to climax.

“Sooo sexy…sooo hot…so happy to just fuck and fuck and fuck while a sexy goblin woman makes away with your most secret treasures!” She swung the key back and forth on the chain for emphasis. The two unlikely lovers focused on the swinging key, too lost in passion, too close to finally spilling over the edge to care what the short goblin girl was babbling about.

Out of sight, Libania reached into a small leather pouch strung around her waist, and brought out something in her closed fist.

“Ready to finally cum, cum, cum those silly, stupid brains out. Ready? And 3…2…” Libania brought her fist closer to her face, teasing out the moment just a little longer.

“And one! Cumming now!”

Starros bellowed at the top of his lungs while Fleyah’s face opened wide in ecstasy. They had just crested the top of orgasm when Libania suddenly opened her fist.

“Surprise!”

FLASH!

A blinding streak of white light exploded from her hands and slammed into the unsuspecting lovers. The brilliant flash froze them in place mid-climax, both of their faces perfect masks of unimaginable pleasure. They stayed that way for a few brief moments before their skin began to harden and turn gray. Within five seconds, both of their bodies had turned completely to stone, including their heads. Where Starros and Fleyah had been making love, there was now just a statue of a satyr fucking an elf, the two creatures forever frozen in unending, unrelenting pleasure.

Libania had the foresight to keep her eyes closed, but opened them now that the Medusa’s Eye spell had run its course. She had been warned extensively not to mess around with the flash powder derived from the molted snakeskin of the gorgon’s hair. Not that it would have killed her necessarily, the antidote was well known both to elves and goblin kind, but it would have obviously have thrown a pretty big wrench into her meticulous, and evidently, successful plan.

Libania took a moment to walk around her two playthings, now reduced to granite statues locked in infinite orgasm. She had no doubt the foot soldiers of the arrogant Ethranian Empire would eventually find them and administer the antidote, but considering how many of Bacchal’s Delight flowers she had laced around the wicker chair that Starros was frozen on, it would take a few days and many unsuspecting elves falling under the enchanted sway of the flowers, wandering around in a stupefied daze and fucking anything that chanced their way. Whether he knew it or not, Starros was about to become the de facto idol of sexual abandon for the Elves until someone finally came up with the idea to cover their nose with a wet cloth.

Of course, by then, she would have already raided the Vault of Secrets, easily robbing the Empire of their most unstoppable weapons and powerful spells. This simple trap that had so easily ensnared the proud Elf warrior and the cocky satyr would reshape the entire balance of power for the entire Realm.

Libania twiddled the Grand Key through her stout, goblin fingers and sauntered away, leaving the song birds to perch on top of the two petrified lovers as the sun sank below the tall hedges of the secret grove. She smiled wide with self-satisfaction.

Wouldn’t the goblin queen be pleased with her.