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Posted on 2020-06-14 07:41:56
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The source link has a moderately long story to go along with this.
Story summary: The satyr runs across a demon and offers to play his flute in exchange for not being killed. Little does the demon know, the satyr's music is hypnotic, and he tires out the demon by making him orgasm and then commanding him to sleep.

Full story: Finn sighed as he ran his fingers along the grey wood of the tree that had been flourishing only a few days ago. He pursed his lips and tasted the film that had worn off onto his hand before spitting it casually out the side of his mouth. He knew the taste of demons quite well, and the scent and smell of ash was clearly marked on many trees in this domain. He casually hummed to himself as he strolled along the dirt road toward the village of Murkvire; not necessarily the best name of a village out in the middle of these forsaken, demon infested woods, but aptly named nonetheless.

Humans patrolled these roads normally, but on this day he found a very empty and abandoned trail that led straight into a closed up and shut down town. Looking at the dilapidated buildings now falling into disrepair, a swinging sign for the tavern that was only half on its post and hearing the sounds of shutters and doors slamming as the satyr arrived, he knew that these villagers had had enough and he approached the village square. Clearing his throat loudly he hopped up on an overturned bucket and announced in the heartiest of voices;

“People of Murkvire! I come to you, a lowly satyr wanting to help! Your demons would soon be gone should you choose to accept my services! What say you, people of Murkvire?!”

His voice echoed and fell dead a few meters away as he looked around for some response, any response to his cry. After a few moments, a couple of doors and shutters opened. One massive human burst from the building he was hiding in and stormed straight over to the satyr. There was at least a three foot difference between them; the bearded man scoffed and shoved Finn back a few inches. “HA! You? What makes you think you have what it takes to rid us of our demons?”

“Well, technically you have one.” Finn answered with a smile. “He just likes to come back again and again, right? Destroy your crops and terrorize your fellow villagers, does he not?” There was a smattering of murmurs from around them as the villagers began to emerge from their homes and gather in the square. “I have secrets, dear citizens. Secrets taught to me by the very demons themselves that you wish to usher out of your village!”

“Lies! I’ve seen you at work!” The man boasted. “You swindle villages of their money in the hopes that your work is never discovered.”

Amused by the man’s outburst, Finn pulled a slender flute from his belt. “I will prove to you a testament to my abilities.” He put the flute to his lips and began to play a slow tune that quickly gained a spritely step to it.

“What, music? Are you hoping to put it to--sleep?” The man looked down at his feet, surprised that they were moving on their own. “I... uhm...” He said when suddenly his mouth snapped shut and he began to step in time to the beat. Trying not to smile and break his stride, Finn instead began to step with the man, making him bow to the satyr before both of them danced around in a circle. The man couldn’t control himself as he leaned forward and began to lead the dance with his chin out. Soon they were dancing in such good time that a golden glow began to flow from the flute, encompassing everyone else in the village who broke into a gleeful clapping to the beat of the music. Once he stopped playing the clapping turned to delighted applause and the satyr bowed to the crowd. “Wha-what was that?” The man asked in a stunned awe.

“That is my talent, with my skill I can easily lure your demon away and he will never remember how to return.”

The man’s face grew pale at the realization of the satyr’s power. “W-what was your name again?”

“The name is Finn, Archer Finn. But most folks just call me Finn.”

There was another long pause before the man began to rub the back of his head. “And... what are you asking for this service?”

Finn could only smile at this sudden change of heart.

---

Darkness seemed to overtake the forest beyond the village, Finn had pocketed a hefty load of gold coins in the wallet pouch that hung from his belt, making his ragged loincloth tilt askew which forced him to continually adjust it again. He hadn’t had this much money in a while. Following the pathway he ran his fingers along the base of the tree he passed and looked at it; there was no ash, he licked the tip of his finger but could taste no demon residue. He chuckled a bit and shrugged, well if the demon hadn’t come this way, then that would be the way he should head. He tugged up on his loincloth again and continued down the path toward the darkened forest before him.

Darker, and darker it became, as if the sun had set hours earlier than it should. Finn looked around and glanced up toward the canopy at the top of the trees, it didn’t have any evidence of light at all escaping into the woods, which made him nervous. Satyrs were more akin to bounding through wide open fields, meadows of flowers and ponds. This kind of darkness felt unnatural to him, his skin shivered and crawled down below his furry belly. He turned around and saw that the path he’d used had disappeared from behind him, the chill becoming even more unnatural as he continued further. It was then that he froze; a strong, odious aroma of brimstone struck his nostrils and it was nearly enough to make him gag. He put a hand over his mouth and resisted a cough. How could he have been so careless? He had followed the path exactly in the opposite direction that the demon had, how did he end up near its den?

A smoldering orange glow could be made out no more than a hundred yards in front of Finn. He took a step back just in time to see a massive claw swing out of the darkness and Finn cried out as he leaped away from it. It struck the ground, and the earth seemed to explode away from the demon’s grasp. It dragged the claw back along the forest floor as a massive, at least twenty foot tall demon burst through the line of trees.

Finn threw himself quickly into the bushes and glanced back to see him; the large hulk of a pit demon stretched his body out before him. He flexed his muscles and his massive batlike wings swung back, nearly pushing the trees behind him over. He peered around the area, his silver and blue slit eyes glowing in the darkness as it looked for any intruders that had come across his den.

“Who trespasses in my forest?” He asked aloud, a long, thin tongue running along sharp likely very white fangs. “I can smell the evidence, but...” He sniffed. “But you are not human... and you are not animal...” He sniffed again. “But a combination of the two...” He glanced around again. “Come out, intruder! Show yourself” He slammed his massive fist against the ground with an incredible force so great that it actually flung Finn up into the air and he toppled over the bushes and onto the path before the demon. “Ah. There you are.” He said as he sniffed the satyr closer. “And what... what are you?”

“I’m... I’m a satyr... sir.” Finn said. Flattery would surely get him far with a demon. His lips curled back some, the dragon-like beast’s smile revealed many, many more sharp teeth. “I’ve... come a long way, I did not mean to wake you.”

“You’ve come so far to be put to a stop here.” The demon seemed to nod and agree.

“Yes. Well, I can clearly see that I’ve disturbed you and I’ll be on my way.” Finn started to walk, but was blocked by a large hand in his path.

“Oh, I insist, you may stay.” The demon grinned, focusing his bright yellow eyes on the satyr.

“Oh, please be merciful, demon.” Finn frowned. “I’m only a traveling musician, I will be ever in your debt if you let me pass.”
“Merciful demon?” He chortled loudly. “How amusing that you think I can be swayed by such an argument.” He looked down. “What is that you have upon your belt, stranger?”

Looking down, Finn gasped and grabbed the pouch containing his small wealth from Murkvire. “Oh! Here! I have payment for allowing me to pass!” He said, spilling the spoils onto the ground. “Gold coins from Murkvire, I can give them all to you if you just let me pass!”

“Do you think I care for material WEALTH, satyr?!” The demon roared suddenly smashing his hand into the ground again, causing a nearby tree to erupt into flame, making the satyr jump back as the demon watched it burn. “I can control the very fire of this world. The very earth.” He said, putting a finger into the flame and letting it crawl along his fingers. “I do not care about material wealth, I care about power!” He laughed. “Something that you obviously lack.” He said, looking at the satyr. “That, and a spine.”

“Y-you are absolutely right, sir. I am terrified of your greatness. I-I should be honored, privileged to be obliterated by you!”

“Mmhmmhmm you are a good one.” He admitted. “Most people scream and run in terror when they come across me.”

“Well, perhaps they can’t see as much of you as I can.” Finn swallowed nervously.

“Or CAN they?” The demon snapped his teeth loudly before the satyr, the force of them closing made his hair and fur flutter back slightly. The demon’s eyes glanced down at the silver object on the other side of the satyr’s belt. “So, a musician you say you are?” He said, trailing off the subject. “Is that your flute?”

“Ah, y-yes... I suppose it is.” Finn smiled slightly. “Archer Finn, musician extraordinaire. But most of my acquaintances call me “Finn””

“Hmm I like a decent melody.” The demon said. “I will let you pass, if you can soothe my ears with your music.”

Finn smiled, if he had made a move for his flute before, the demon may have suspected something. He pulled the instrument from his belt and brought it to his lips before letting out a long, soft tone that filled the silent air. Slowly, and expertly he began to slide his fingers across the holes, forming chords, creating music to which the demon’s eyes closed as he listened.

The satyr closed his eyes as he continued to play. A little bit faster now, he looked to see that the demon’s head was swaying ever so slightly from side to side. Each breath Finn took was a little bit shorter than the last, his heartbeat continuing to rise as his mind’s eye formed his spell. A gentle flow of golden energy began to dribble from the end of the flute, filling the area with an ambient orange light as he played. He watched the light reach the demon’s feet and crawl up his legs. Finn gave the mental command and the demon’s knees buckled and he fell to a crouch like they’d given out on him. Still, his eyes remained closed, he remained lost to the melody that Finn was playing, to him it probably felt like thousands of tiny fingers running along his skin, up his belly, across his chest and back down. The light twirled around the demon’s single horn and showered down over his face practically bringing him aglow. His chest expanded and contracted as Finn watched, mindful not to break the melody or he would break the enchantment holding him back. His one hope would be to wear the demon down enough to escape.

As the light began to flood the area, the entirety of the demon’s body looked like it was on fire, and it revealed a massive, swinging human-like cock that dragged slightly along the forest floor as he swayed to the tone. It was almost hypnotic to Finn, such a massive and attractive demon simply moving to the music, his long tail tapping onto the ground as his cock began to swell and thicken as the light came down and began to twirl around it. Finn had felt the effects of his music before, it was like a long, smooth shaft coming down over it, tightening and loosening on the length. He watched as a long, thick bead of precum began to drip out the tip of the member. It missed the light swirls completely and hit the ground with a light splatter.

“Do it...” Finn commanded the beast as he played, watching that thick cock twitch and bob in front of him made his own cock slip erect from behind his loincloth. He couldn’t exactly focus on himself, but he could really enjoy this one.

As he was commanded, the demon’s eyes opened a bit as he wrapped his hand tightly around his cock. The demon’s eyes glowed orange now, there was no slit in the pupil as before, his tongue ran along his teeth as he began to slowly stroke his shaft, the glow washed over his moving hand as his balls swayed evenly with his pulls. He hissed slightly, leaning back as he began to work into a rhythm and more precum began to spill out, falling over his hand as it came across it, then dripping into a stringy white mess that cascaded to the ground in copious amounts. Again he closed his eyes and began to sway his head to the sound of the music, Finn could hear the beast humming the tune automatically as he came to the same chord he’d played before. The swirl of light encompassed the demon completely now, almost setting him completely aglow from the rest of his surroundings. Finn was still indulging in his music, getting into a little dance as he watched the demon play with himself, that massive cock being pushed down flat, then being released to almost slap at his stomach as he continued to drive his claw down like a corkscrew along the shaft.

Gradually, Finn began to pick up the beat of his music and the swirl of light began to spiral around the demon who also began to pick up the pace of his strokes. An aura of light began to radiate about the demon’s head, pressing in and coming back out, the demon’s chest was practically being caressed by the energy, which made him close his eyes and his head fell back slightly. The satyr could see the demon’s balls churning, ready to explode.

The sudden roar startled Finn so much he almost stopped playing. The demon’s mouth fell to a bit of an awkward grin as he came, thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, it gathered in pool-sized puddles and it kept shooting further. Finn grinned at the sight, the orgasm could last as long as he wanted it to, but even for a demon, this was an incredibly hot amount of seed to see fly, wasted into the forest.

“Unh... uhn...” The demon huffed, finally expending his shooting energy for the time he fell back and landed on his backside with a loud crashing noise. Breathing heavily, he dropped back to his elbows and laid as much on his back as his wings would allow. His tongue hung out like an overheated dog and he looked up at the canopy, his rigid cock still pointed straight up like a column of stone. Cum was still draining down it, but he was quite spent by that point. Slowly, Finn’s lips slipped away from the instrument, and the forest fell dark again. “Wh...what did you make me do, satyr?”

“Exactly what you wanted to do.” Finn answered sharply. “And I can make you do more, if you don’t let me pass.”

“Feh. You try anything again and I will rip you in half so I can have breakfast in the morning.”

Finn smiled and shrugged. “Okay, fine.” He said as he brought his lips to the flute again.

“No-no-no! What are you doing!?” The demon bellowed in anguish as he lunged toward the satyr. But it was too late.

The air of the demon’s claw inches from his face threw the satyr’s hair back, but it didn’t strike him. He began to play the music, and instantly the demon’s mind left him. His eyes rolled back in his head and he closed them as Finn approached. “You will drain me as you’ve drained yourself...” He thought as he played his music. “Drink from me and then feel the exhaustion of ten days and ten nights without sleep. When you awaken, leave here and never return”

The demon’s eyes opened, they were swimming in the orange light that was again surrounding him, he pulled back the curtain over the satyr’s rather impressive girth and he wrapped his lips around the length of flesh, making him inhale and cringe from the pleasure. He had to keep playing or this could get seriously worse for him. The demon’s lips were dry and hot, he quickly slipped his tongue wetly against the satyr’s balls and smacked loudly as he adjusted them around while slowly pulling them back and forth along the cock.

There were a few sharp notes as the pleasure crept up the satyr’s spine and very briefly did he let go as he cried out, cumming thick seed into the demon’s mouth, covering his gums and his teeth with the rich, salty flavor. But he returned to playing immediately as he shuddered his orgasm out. Soon, the demon’s eyes grew glassy in appearance, then slowly closed. His lips barely had parted from Finn’s cock before he’d fallen to the ground in a fit of exhaustion immeasurable by any man. He pulled his lips from the flute and smiled as he tucked his member back underneath his loincloth. “Sleep well.” He said as he moved onward. This time, toward Murkvire, with a skip in his step he remembered his pouch of money left behind and collected it. “Now, where to next on this little excursion?” He asked with a wide grin.

THE END
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