"She does,” Baby Blue whispered back. "But he doesn’t need to know that.”
Malcolm tore the rest of Sunshine’s gown from her body. The gauzy fabric ripped like paper and gathered at his feet like an offering of gold. He lifted Sunshine by her waist, and when he brought her down again it was to impale her on his cock. She took it all at once, her back arching and head tipping backward. Malcolm put his hand on her neck and whispered into her ear.
"What do you think he’s saying?” Mona asked Baby Blue.
"Probably something very important,” Baby Blue said. Then she giggled again and pulled naked Pinky off the floor and to her feet. While Malcolm dallied with Sunshine in his lap, the three of them would dance. The trio joined hands and spun in circles round the throne. Then they formed a conga line for a few minutes. All the while Malcolm bounced his captive nymph up and down on his lap—lifting her slight weight, holding her in the air and then sliding her down again, impaling her once more and again.
"Let me go!” Sunshine cried. "I demand you set me free!”
"Never!” Malcolm said, all satyr now, his legs hairy as a pelt, his ears pointed as knives.
"Never ever?” Sunshine asked as Malcolm nibbled her neck.
"Not until you come,” he said.
She nodded sagely. "Well, I better do that then,” she said. He bounced her harder on his lap, making her breasts jiggle and her hair fly here and there. Malcolm fucked her from underneath, bending his hips into hers and sliding her up and down the length of his cock. Finally, his head fell back and he came a foot out of the chair with Sunshine still attached to him, her hips in his grasp as she came and he came and their cries of pleasure mingled into one.
Sunshine slid out of Malcolm’s lap, and Mona caught her before she hit the ground.
"Thank you, lady,” Sunshine said, smiling up at her in gratitude. "He’s a brute, a nasty brute.”
"That’s not nice,” Malcolm said, a pout on his perfect face. "After all I do for you.”
"You were very hard on him,” Baby Blue said to Sunshine.
"I was not hard on him,” said Sunshine. "But he was hard in me!”
Laughter and exuberance were restored. Mona marveled at their playfulness, their lightness, their airiness. They could have been flying kites for all their frivolity. Who knew orgies could be joyful?
All four nymphs danced together as Malcolm watched and clapped in time. They linked arms and changed partners, pirouetted and jeté-ed. Only Mona and Baby Blue were still clothed. Sunshine and Pinky were naked as babes in the wood and didn’t seem to mind one bit. The firelight turned Sunshine’s dark skin golden and turned pale Pinky red. They were light and lovely as fairies. All they wanted for was wings.
"I suppose it’s my turn to face the music,” Baby Blue said as she and Mona joined arms for a set in the center of the circle of trees. "Can’t put it off any longer.”
"Might as well get it over with,” Mona told her.
"He’s not bad when you get used to him,” Pinky told her sweetly.
"No,” Sunshine said. "He’s worse!”
"Kiss me for luck,” Baby Blue said. All three girls pressed soft kisses on her lips. Baby Blue hung her head and slid her feet across the floor as she neared Malcolm’s throne with visible trepidation.
"What brings you to me?” Malcolm asked. He crossed a mighty hairy leg over a mighty hair knee. "You have a favor to ask of me?”
"I do, Sir Satyr.”
"Name it, girl.”
"I ask you to ask a favor of me,” Baby Blue said.
"Very well then. I ask you to favor me with your favors,” Malcolm said. "Will you?”
She turned around and brought her hands to her mouth. To Mona and Pinky and Sunshine, she whispered, "He’s asked me for my favors. How do I say no?”
"You just said no!” Sunshine said.
"Oh, no,” said Baby Blue.
"You just said it again!” Pinky said.
"I’d rather hear a yes,” Malcolm said.
"Yes, what?” Baby Blue said, turning back around.
"That was definitely a yes,” Malcolm said. "You all heard her say yes, yes?”
Mona and Pinky and Sunshine nodded. It was true. She had said yes. What could they do?
Poor Baby Blue. Malcolm bade her to stand before him at his throne and as soon as she did, he tore her dress from her body. Poor Baby Blue. As soon as she was naked, Malcolm took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it while he stroked her between her legs with his fingers. Poor Baby Blue. She had to straddle his lap with her legs trapped by the chair arms so that as soon as he had his cock in her, she wouldn’t be able to run away. Poor Baby Blue. She cried and she cried as he held her by the waist and rocked her on his lap, rocking his organ up into her as he suckled at her breasts. Poor Baby Blue. She came so hard and so loud, it must have hurt her tender throat from groaning that hard.
"Was it awful?” Sunshine asked as Baby Blue was finally released from Malcolm’s grasp.
"Was it terrible?” Pinky asked.
"It was…” Baby Blue said, shaking her head. "It was…big!”
Then she ran back to the throne and kissed Malcolm on his cheek, stole his laurel crown, and put it on her own head.
"I am now the queen of this courtyard,” Baby Blue said. "And I say the next sacrifice shall be…”
She walked to Mona, naked and smiling and serious all at the same time.
"Yes?” Mona asked.
"What’s your name?” Baby Blue said.
"She wears white like the moon,” Sunshine said. "Shall we call her Moona?”
"That’s silly,” Pinky said. "She’s mad as a loon to be here. Shall we call her Loona?”
"Those are terrible names,” Baby Blue said. "I like them both!”
"Call her Moan-a,” Malcolm said, his pronouncement straight from the throne. "And we’ll see if she earns it.”
"Have you ever had this nymph before, Sir Satyr?” Baby Blue asked Malcolm. He shook his head no.
"Then she must be washed in our water first,” Pinky said to Baby Blue. "And him too.”
"I’ll take him,” Sunshine said. "You two take our Moona Loona.”
The nymphs nodded and shook hands like bankers closing a business deal.
Pinky and Baby Blue took Mona by her hands and drew her to the center of their little indoor grove. In the background, music played, now softer than before. The girls drew her white nightdress down and off her body. They were puzzled by her bra and panties, but soon enough they were long gone as well. It didn’t feel strange to be naked—Mona had felt far stranger to be the only one clothed.
On his throne Malcolm watched her intently. Mona would have imagined him done for the night after mounting three young nymphs in a row. But he’d become his character. He was a satyr through and through. His cock, which seemed larger than ever, jutted out, red and proud, from a thatch of thick dark hair. Sunshine knelt at his feet, a large white bowl on the floor and a clay pitcher of water in her hand. She poured the water slowly over Malcolm’s organ, using her free hand to wash it with the water.