How was I to know what awaited me in the woods? Satyrs were always the stuff of children's fairy stories--not the terrible, lustful beasts that came upon me that day, intent on having me, right then and there on the forest floor.
I was a maid, an innocent... Will I ever be the same, now that I bear the Mark of the Satyr on my flesh?
*This 3800 word story contains characters that are 18+ years old as well as graphic, erotic, monstrous content. Mature readers only!
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