Chapter Seven
Spawn Of The Nightmare Gods
“Richa-a-ard!” Lissa’s shriek echoed from the circle of stones and was swallowed in the surrounding forest. As the sound faded, she heard the satyr’s voices; laughter like pebbles pouring into an earthen pot.
They were closing in on her, surrounding the pillar on all sides, their circle of bodies moving slowly forward on hoofed feet. When they were less than a yard from the pillar, they stopped. Lissa whimpered, her heart hammering, her full, round breasts surging with her terrified breathing. More than a hundred brown-haired satyrs looked up at Lissa’s naked beauty, grinning and chattering, nodding their heads at each other. Long, dripping, tubular red tongues darted out, licking their grinning lips, flicking back and forth with lecherous antic
