The Pied Piper (3 page)

From the tip of her toes to the wild pounding
of her heart, she was aflame with a resonating, throbbing inferno
of pleasure.

There was a roiling wheel of molten need
whirling faster and faster within the feverish depths of her womb,
sparking heat and electricity that arced out through her body, even
as it wound tighter and tighter, coiling for a thunderous
release.

The satyrs could feel her need building with
every stroke and bared their teeth as they raced to meet her. Then
she was shattering beneath them, crying out in ecstasy as she was
splintered apart, again and again. She collapsed into their arms as
the savage storm broke over her, consuming her body and singeing
her very soul.

The hot pulse and draw of her body around
their straining cocks pulled the satyrs down into the fiery pit
with her.

Their harsh roars echoed in her ears even as
their hot cum exploded out into her body, a torrential flood of
sweet heat that filled her up and sent fresh waves of pleasure
racing through her veins. Their hard bodies bucked and heaved
against hers, locked in the chains of ecstasy.

The last sensuous shivers were still tickling
down her spine as Pan and Faunus eased her down onto the moss
between them. They cradled her delicate figure between them,
devoted guardians and lovers, the combined pounding of their hearts
thrumming against her oversensitive flesh.

From the protective shadows of the ancient
trees that surrounded them, Chloe could still hear the moans and
gasps of women being seduced. There were two and three satyrs for
every daughter of Hamelin, they were sinfully outnumbered, but not
a single female complained.

The cool earth was their bed, the lacey
canopy of forest moss was their curtain, and the erotic embrace of
the satyrs kept them warm.

The elders of Hamelin never saw their
daughters again. But if you go into the woods on a clear night, you
might still hear the faint seduction of pipe music whispering
through the leaves.

The End

About the Author

Celeste Hall lives in the shadow of the Rocky
Mountains with her husband, three daughters and a small “herd” of
English bulldogs. When not writing, she can most often be found
behind the lens of a camera, gardening with her children, or having
some fine adventure in the great outdoors.

To learn more about Celeste and her novels,
please visit
www.CelesteHall.com