Raised in the Roman heartland before emigrating to the newly conquered Greece with her family, Clio heard a few things about the demi-human creatures known as 'Satyrs.' Perverted, hyperactive, and goat-like, they almost seemed comical to her. They appeared to be little more than a myth meant to discourage women from taking mountain roads. 

But when the goat horned thing emerged from the brush whilst she was picking herbs, its amber eyes glimmering like jewels as it made contact with hers, she couldn’t bring herself to laugh at it. In fact, she could hardly think at all. Clio could focus on nothing but the creature in front of her, its every detail rendering her nearly breathless.

Its fur was utterly luscious. Its eyes were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Its chest was muscled and toned to the point even the fittest gladiator would feel envy.

And its cock was utterly stupendous. Even in Clio’s most depraved dreams, the ones that left her blankets soaked, had she ever seen anything like it. It was large enough to provide her immense pleasure while not being too cumbersome. She would be able to take every inch, and it would fit so nicely. Her mind was racing, her heart pounding, her legs trembling, her hands shaking. And the thing hadn't even said a word.

Heat was spreading out from her chest to every part of her body. Her toes curled in her sandals, beads of sweat began appearing on her forehead. Refusing this creature didn't just seem rude, it seemed blasphemous. Its eyes began to shine with a blue light and Clio's did the same seconds later. She couldn't even remember what she had been doing in the woods, the only thing that mattered was the satyr standing in front of her, her mind aflame with an intense need.

Clio opened up to her top, exposing her breasts to the Satyr. She needed to show herself to the thing. She needed it to like what it saw, to approve of her.

In that moment, making the Satyr want to ravish her meant everything to Clio. And when it grinned and beckoned for her to follow it back to wherever it came from, she felt like she could sing.

As she copied its footsteps, Clio remembered the lectures her mother gave her about how she was to act when they came to Greece. She was supposed to act with the dignity and honor of a woman of the empire, show sophistication and grace. And still, it was at this moment that Clio couldn’t be prouder of her heritage.

In fact, despite the iron control that the Satyr exerted over her mind, some part of Clio truly wanted to show it what a Roman girl could do. 

What a woman of the empire could do. Her patriotism demanded. Her pride in herself and her family demanded it.

"I intend to provide you an incredible experience," she told the goat man. "You have seduced the daughter of a centurion. I will not let you forget it."

Clio took in a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, not wanting to appear too eager. But it was no use. The Satyr seemed to know exactly what he was doing to her, and was relishing in her reactions.

The Satyr led her to an open clearing in the forest, the grass a luscious green beneath their feet. There was a fallen tree on one side of the clearing, a thick trunk that would make for the perfect seat.

Clio couldn't wait.

She didn't need to, as the Satyr seemed to read her mind. It grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around, before grabbing her ass and pulling her in close.

He was kissing her now, and it was the best damn thing Clio had ever felt.

It wasn't a tender kiss, or one filled with any sense of affection. The Satyr seemed to only be concerned with getting what it wanted, and Clio was all too happy to let it. She let its long tongue enter her mouth. She moaned into its touch.

Clio wrapped her arms around the Satyr's neck and let her tongue wrestle with its. She couldn't get enough of it.

Its hands squeezed her breasts, its long fingernails pinching her nipples. The pain sent a jolt down her spine, her hips jerking forward.

She loved it. For the first time, Clio found herself envious of the native girls. To think that Greek girls had such a marvelous creature roaming the mountains and valleys where they lived. It was criminal that they didn't show these Satyrs the proper respect, didn't take advantage of the fact that something dwelling in the woods that would joyfully cater to their carnal needs.

Despite Clio's pleasure, she felt a rising sense of indignation. How dare these native girls waste their opportunity to experience such bliss? How dare 
they ignore the gift these creatures were offering them? How could they be so ungrateful, so cruel?

The Satyr broke off the kiss and parted Clio's legs, her pussy exposed to the world. A second later, its hand was upon her, rubbing her clit, spreading her lips, exploring her insides.

Clio gasped and grabbed hold of the creature's shoulders, steadying herself against its touch. She could barely keep her legs under her. The stimulation was too much for her. She looked at the creature and found it smirking, clearly amused by her state. As embarrassed as she was by her vulnerability, she found it even more enjoyable.

The Satyr had her right where it wanted her, and was fully aware of it.

With a grunt, the creature lifted her up into the air and set her down on the log, her ass on the edge and her legs parted wide.

"Now that's more like it." She murmured.

It stood there, staring at her, a smile on its face.

Clio stared back, her breathing heavy.

She reached up and touched the Satyr's chest, feeling the hard muscles underneath the soft fur. It was an incredible sensation.

She couldn't take it anymore.

"I want you. I want you inside me. Now!"

The Satyr obliged, positioning itself in front of her, and slowly sliding its cock inside her.

"Oh gods." She moaned.

The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. His cock filled her, stretched her, completed her. She could feel the pulse of his heart through the veins in his cock, could feel the throb of his blood through the veins of her cunt.

"Oh gods, you feel good."

She couldn't help but giggle, she sounded like a little girl, and she didn't care. The feeling was so amazing.

She looked up into his eyes and saw them flash blue again. And once more, her own lit up in response.

She knew that it was his mind controlling hers, manipulating her will. And she didn't care. This was what she had always wanted, to give herself completely to another.

The Satyr's hands found her breasts again, and she cried out as it squeezed her nipples. The stimulation was too much. She couldn't handle it. She felt herself losing control, felt herself slipping away.

The Satyr's cock started thrusting inside her, and her body responded in kind. She arched her back and pressed her tits against its chest, grinding against it, trying to take in more of the glorious sensation.

Her legs wrapped around its waist, and her hands gripped its shoulders, holding on for dear life.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop."

The Satyr kept thrusting, its cock filling her over and over, stretching her to her limits. She felt like her whole body was on fire, every nerve was alive and burning.

She felt herself building to a climax, her entire body shaking with pleasure. Her mind went blank, and all she could focus on was the sensation of its cock pounding into her.

She screamed as her orgasm crashed through her, her pussy contracting around its cock, her whole body spasming.

She held onto the Satyr, riding the waves of pleasure, her body shuddering with each contraction. She'd never felt anything like it before.

The Satyr grunted and pulled out of her, its cock spilling its seed onto her belly.

Clio lay there, panting, her body limp. She'd never felt so satisfied in her life.

"Thank you." She murmured, her eyes closing.
She felt the Satyr's tongue lick her pussy clean, sending shivers down her spine. It was cleaning her off, and she found the gesture almost sweet.

She lay there for a few minutes, savoring the feeling, until the Satyr picked her up and carried her down the mountain. Clio lost herself in thought during the journey, drifting back to how she was taught to take pride in being Roman. Romans were supposed to hold themselves to higher standards, set a good example for those less civilized.

It then occurred to her that she had the chance to live up to that expectation. She would show the Satyr that Roman women would not reject it as Greek ones did. She would meet it again, and bring another settler girl with her. She would bring the Satyr another girl to put under its sway and fuck.

It would have a harem of Roman girls who would truly appreciate would it could provide them.