#female satyr

[elementic-symphony]

New DND character.

[arsa-ua]

[kindcannibalism]

Meet Peep! She’s a satyr who lives in the palace with Vile. She’s bubbly and sweet!

patreon.com/KCannibalism13

[a-sculpture-a-day]

Satyr mother and child, Severo da Ravenna, ca. 1510-1540, bronze, Art Institute of Chicago.

[mallorycm]

Just some quick sketches of my new D&D character, Opal! She’s a satyr barbarian and carries a big axe.

[myoddlydrawnideas]

Two dangerous women

Pen and marker practice with AdorkaStock references

[grass-s0fa]

“If anything happens i’ll bite you so be prepared.”

[mellowthefairy]

So my friend asked me to join a one-shot campaign, and I'm playing a surprise character the rest of the party will meet as they journey into a cursed forest with a village that no one has heard from for over a decade. I said sure.

So meet Mariam, shes a Satyr Fighter who lives in the village and protects it from the wild monsters that dwell within the forest.

[loonybin9595]

Been a while since I drew with pencil and paper. I'm getting into DND and decided to make my own character. She's a Druid, haven't got a name for her yet.

[artistnamedlg]

Satyr art

[toracomics]

Had to get a new iPad so now I don’t have a working apple pen.. forgive the poor artwork bc I did it with my fingers lol.

This is one of my OC’s, Riley. She is a Satyr (I think that’s how you spell it) but a bit of my own take on them. Also decided to do it in not my usual art style, though nothing on my tumblr is my normal art style, so it may not be the best and I apologise for that. More art is on the way!

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Joseph Tomanek (1889-1974) "Fire Dance"

[souliecrystalline]

Corina's armor has a onboard computer, and, oh boy, it glows a lot -------- A armadura da Corina tem um computador imbutido, e gente, ele brilha demais ------  La armadura de Corina tiene una computadora y, chicos, ¡ella brilla mucho!

[jar0fhoney]

Satyr Forest Spirit X Fem!Reader🌱

Content: NSFW, Feminine presenting reader, knotting😇

Imagine you move to the middle of nowhere. Like in the COUNTRY. You got a job with incentives teaching at a school in town since it’s so rural.

And you end up renting this little farm cottage on some old couple’s land. There’s been a drought for MONTHS, and just about everything living thing is dead. It’s depressing as hell.

But you try and make the most of it. Hanging up bird feeders and stuff. You find yourself sitting outside at night on your rickety folding chair, it’s not so ugly out here when it’s completely dark outside. There’s a colony of fire flies which twinkle about at the tree-line, and oh the night sky out there is unbelievable.

You accidentally fall asleep one night on the screened in porch. And that’s when he sees you for the first time.

The guardian of this land. An old spirit. And a grumpy one.

No one’s lived in that cottage for a long time, and that’s why he hasn’t passed through in months. He didn’t realize there were humans trampling around out here as well. So at first he hates you, because humans don’t ever do him any good.

You were probably going to tear up all the plants and trees and put in that ugly invasive sod humans love so much. In fact, this was why he’d started the drought all those months ago. A new housing development had begun construction on his precious land. Stupid humans wouldn’t be able to water their big ugly lawns without any water. He was, to put it simply, on strike. He told the raccoons to crawl into your attic and make a ruckus, and the mice to wreak havoc on your pantry in the night. He was trying to push you out. And it almost worked.

But one day, you roll big pots onto your front porch filled with plants that he recognizes. Big milkweed plants. You had been trying to teach the children in your class about native flora and fauna, and the importance of protecting it.

Do stupid humans even pay attention to things like monarch migration patterns?

When the first little caterpillars appear on your plants you are thrilled. Snapping tons of pictures for your kids at school. The Guardian Spirit, watching nearby, feels a jolt go through his body which almost makes him sick. Endearment. You tend to your milkweed plants like a mother, carefully watering them each so they didn’t succumb to the drought, tenderly avoiding the growing larvae.

He starts passing through to watch you every day. You set up a birdbath which circulates fresh water, hoping to attract some birds to your feeders. The Guardian makes sure to mention it to his prettiest birds, and feels his chest swell watching you happily observe them from the kitchen window.

He tells the raccoons and mice to nock it off, much to their confusion. He finds himself wanting to see you pleased by his land, and his animals. He tells the most gentle doves to visit you in the morning, waking you with their soft coos outside your bedroom windowsill.

Living out in the country becomes magical. You don’t know what you did to deserve it. One weekend you gasp when the crack of a thunderstorm wakes you from a nap. You rush outside, drops beginning to plop onto outstretched arms, “THANK YOU!”

He can hardly stand the drought anymore. You needed to see his finest work. It rained for a week straight, and you were worried about flash floods sweeping you away. But he would never let that happen, not to this sweet human. The meadow around your cottage starts to grow, fast. He has chosen the most fragrant and lovely wildflowers for you. Bees lazily float from flower to flower (He made them swear not to sting you, of course).

On a sunny day, you drift out into the meadow and lay down in a soft and dense bed of grass. It all feels so alive. Well… it is alive of course. Plants are alive in a literal sense. But they thrum with an energy that clings to your skin like a perfect ray of sunshine. He can almost feel you like this. It makes him feel drunk. Feverish. Desperate. He steals himself away from his hiding spot. Dragging himself far away from you, lest he lose his composure.

All of these natural phenomena were strange, but what you felt in the meadow was not normal. You start researching. Googling yourself down rabbit holes about the supernatural and occult.

“Regional Natural Spirits”

“Protectors of nature”

“Old and powerful beasts who are charged with the stewardship of the natural world”

You must be losing it. You were supposed to be an educator. But the coincidences were hard to ignore all together. On the off-chance that there was some powerful spirit who was responsible for it all, you certainly didn’t want to appear ungrateful.

One night you bring out a plate, filled with the things the websites said the spirit might like. A piece of quartz crystal, molasses cookies you made from scratch (if the spirit has a sweet tooth), and finally a lock of your hair. You hoped it was enough, basing this all off of the old website you read.

As you kneel in the grass, feeling that familiar warmth spread over you, you call out into the trees,

“Uh- excuse me?”

The Guardian remains shrouded in the shadows, baffled by your strange behavior.

“I don’t know who might be out there, if there is anyone. But this land is very beautiful. I cannot imagine the work it took to bring it back to life. I must extend my gratitude.” You gingerly set the plate down in the grass, feeling like a fool,

“These are for you. As a token of my thanks to the Guardian of this land.”

How rude it would be, the Guardian thinks, to not accept your thanks personally. Stepping out from the trees, he doesn’t take his eyes off of you. You freeze, unable to breathe. His torso is human-like, but his legs are that of a deer, and his face is like that of a goat. For a second, you wonder if you had perhaps summoned a demon by accident.

He doesn’t like the smell of your fear in his nostrils, “Don’t be afraid, please.” The voice is soft and low. He’s starts approaching you slowly, and you are still crumpled on the ground in complete shock. You feel a strong wave that warm golden energy waft over you as he gets closer. It feels like drinking a nice glass of wine.

He sits down just close enough to reach the plate you brought him. He smiles softly at the crystal he thumbs between his fingers, “it’s very pretty-“

His breath hitches when he notices the lock of your hair. “Oh-“ he murmurs, delicately picking up the bundle between his large fingers.

“You-you did all of this?” You ask meekly, breaking the silence. He’s still staring at the lock of your hair dwarfed in his giant palm.

“Everything.”

“W-well thank you very much.” You weren’t quite sure where to go from here. Was this some ritual you accidentally started ending with your heart in his stomach? He didn’t really look… blood thirsty though. Around his wrists were several delicate little bracelets of woven vine and natural stone, and around his neck was a long pendant from which hung a brilliant tiger’s eye stone which matched his eyes. He was really quite beautiful.

He noticed you eyeing him, admiring his adornments. “You can look closer,” He exclaimed pridefully, arms stretched out to you, “You can touch.”

You carefully take his wrist into your hand, running a thumb over the jewelry. You glance up his arm and to his torso, now able to see the deep scars in the moonlight. He senses your train of thought, even more proud to tell you all about worthiness in battle. “There are bad spirits sometimes, ones that threaten the balance of my realm. I defeated them all.”

You grow bold, running hand up his bicep and tracing over a scar there. His skin is hot under your touch. You pull back, “Sorry, that was rude-“

“No, please. I have not been touched like this… in many years. It is… pleasing.” His voice drips with need, bringing your hand to his arm again. You understand him entirely, bringing your hand to his shoulder where there is an especially deep scar. He raises his hand and cups your cheek, an intimate gesture but perhaps this spirit just has different notions of intimacy. He moves down to your collarbone, where you have your own scar from a car accident years ago.

“I didn’t know humans could be so lovely. Are you sure you are one?” He mutters, tracing his clawed fingers down your arm. You shiver at his touch, goosebumps forming on your delicate skin. “Do you have a name?”

You nod, “Y/n.”

“Please call me Silvans, y/n.” The name is familiar to you, perhaps one that you had glanced over during your research. “Silvans.” You repeated out loud. He loved the sound of his voice on your tongue. He wanted to taste it. He wanted to taste all of you. This was his first time being so close to a human, and experience he at one time assumed would be revolting. Silvans gasped when you moved both of your hands to his chest, still tracing your fingers over all his scars there.

He made a bold judgment, placing both hands on your chest over the thin tank top you were wearing. “Ah-“ you gasped, feeling heat rush to your face. He was fascinated by your reaction, not realizing this was an intimate region for human females. “P-please don’t stop.”

This was all he needed to hear. He tore your tank top down the middle like it was a piece of paper, leaving your torso naked to him. Instinctually you cover yourself, earning a smirk and light scolding from him, “Humans are so strange.”

You yelp when he pulls you onto his lap, removing your arms from your chest. He’s practically licking his lips at the thought of you. His hands start working your breasts, swirling his thumbs around your hard nipples. You’re making the most sinful noises, like a soft melody to his twitching ears. You can feel yourself beginning to pool in your most intimate region. He leans you back a bit, giving himself access to suckle on your sore nipples.

He’s barely holding himself together. His breaths come out like desperate panting, his nostrils flaring at the first whiff of your wet and desperate pussy. “So… soft,” he breathes out, “do you… offer yourself to me?”

“Yes.” You respond breathlessly. He pulls you back in, licking your lips as if asking for permission. You open to him, letting him explore your mouth with his longe velvety tongue. It’s not like how humans kiss, he’s practically drinking you down. He pulls back, leaving the two of you connected by a long string of saliva. There is something… animalistic about it.

Your head nestles in the grass as he lays you down, towering over you. He tears off the little pajama pants you’re wearing with ease, leaving you completely bare. For a good long minute, he’s staring at your mound covered in hair, bringing his fingers to trace up and down your happy trail,

“Can I taste? Please?” He wasn’t asking, he was begging. You nod fervently, and in a flash he’s on his stomach pinning your legs behind his shoulders.

“Smells so good.” He grunts. The feeling of his warm breath makes your cunt flutter. He’s already bucking himself into the grass below him, working his hot needy cock out of its sheathe. He parts the lips of your pussy for full access, and takes a long exaggerated lick across the surface.

“Ah- yes-“ you groan, bucking into his face. You couldn’t tell from the position you were in, but he was drooling into your pussy. It was like nothing he had tasted before. A delicacy. His tongue played with you at your entrance, lapping up your juices greedily. His shifted upwards to your red and swollen clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over the sensitive little pearl. You cried out softly, squirming beneath him, and by now his cock is fully unsheathed and leaking.

Again he moves his tongue back your entrance, sliding his tongue inside of your as far as it can manage. He pokes into the spongey roof of your cunt, and without thinking you reach down to grab his horns. His wet nose presses into your clit, and you find yourself grinding into him for full stimulation.

You don’t last much longer. The experience is just as overwhelming for him as it is for you. Your orgasm rushes down his tongue and into his throat, making his head spin. He needs his cock inside of you. On his knees, you gasp at the feeling of his hot member slapping against your stomach. It’s big. Very big. And at the base there is a fat red knot, which you are sure won’t fit. He’s hasty and scattered, one hand on your hip, and another in the grass next you your head. He is holding on to the ground so tight to remain tethered to reality, that you can hear grass ripping from the ground.

“Take me…” you whisper to him, spreading your legs in invitation.

“This will be sh-short-lived, I must admit.” He stuttered. In this moment you saw him in a different light. Lonely and needy. Needy for love. Needy for companionship. It was such a human thing. You reached up and pulled him close by his neck, whispering in his ear, “Do not fret, Silvans. This will not be the last time.”

He groaned, and you felt the warmth of his tip at your entrance. Slowly, methodically, as if he was savoring this moment, he enters you.

“Does it hurt? Y/n?” Over and over again he’s asking you this, and you have to reassure him through the pleasure that you are okay. He starts rocking into you, filling you all the way to the top of his knot. His pace quickens, now both hands with a vice grip on your hips. Surely you will have bruises in the morning. His pace starts becoming frenzied, the image before him is too much to bear. Your arms limp with pleasure over your head, your tits bouncing with every thrust, your eyebrows knitted together and eyes screwed shut-

“OH-“ you both let out a strangled gasp as he pushes his knot into your swollen cunt. You feel a rush of liquid warmth fill you up. You look up at him and he’s staring at the stars, muttering something in an ancient language you don’t understand. Maybe a prayer? The two of you sit there for a second longer, and you try to wriggle off of his still erect cock. But to no avail.

“We must stay together, until sunrise. I’m sorry- I guess I mean I’m stuck inside until-“

You giggled, still lying beneath him. You had thought he might disappear into the night after he finished. After being fully satisfied. It was a welcome predicament, to be stuck warming his cock for the next couple hours.

-

Anyways Merrrrrrry Christmas ho ho ho

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 1 - Creampies

Kink: Creampies

Pairing: F!Nymph!Reader x M!Satyr

Other Kinks: Eating Out, Praise

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1137

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Sometime’s, Satyrs can be a blessing in disguise.

Most of your sisters hated them. They were always lurking at the edges of the grotto’s and rivers, desperate in their attempts to catch your attention for the night. They didn’t mind debasing themselves in the most obscene ways if it meant you’d give in for sex, whether it was playing their flutes for hours and hours just to be paid in a kiss, or flashing you in hopes you’d be impressed by their “package’. Absolutely relentless, they never seemed to know when to give up.

But at this very moment-

“Oh, by the gods!” You throw your head back onto the mossy rock, hands scrambling to find purchase to grip your nails into. The rougher edges of Chileos’ horns press against your inner thighs, legs unconsciously locking around as his tongue fucks into your pussy. 

“Does that feel good, milady?” The young satyr mutters out between long licks up your pussy lips, muffled by being nose deep in your cunt. He sucks and kisses at your clit, now throbbing and engorged, rewarded by your sweet juices spilling out against his scruffy chin. “I want to make you feel good.” 

Normally you wouldn't encourage this kind of behavior. But something about the satyr’s sweet, demure face, desperately offering to eat your cunt in return for one creampie, was too adorable for you to resist.

“Y-yes, very good, Chileos. You have a-aaah!” Your normally melodic voice is cut short as he shoves his tongue back inside, prodding your spongy insides with precision. “Y-you have a very talented mouth.” 

Chileos hums, the corners of his eyes squinching up as he smiles against your center, small tail wagging as he continues to feast. He nuzzles his nose right against your button, applying double the pressure as he licks you open.

Your toes begin to curl as your stomach leaps in place, hips humping up like a whore to force Chileos even deeper. Hand thrown over your mouth, slightly ashamed that you’re enjoying being ravished by a satyr of all things, you moan into your palm.

“O-oh! Right there! Right there!” Chileos digs his palms into your juicy ass and speeds up his pace, focusing on the sensitive spot he just hit. Like the ocean being pulled out to tide, your core feels taught as your climax approaches. “Y-yes, Chileos!’

Throwing your hips and chest up, you squirt delicious ambrosia all over Chileo’s face, watching as it drips down his chin and onto the grass below. The satyr himself tries his best to not waste a drop, lapping and panting, but it’s too much even for his voracious mouth to suckle all of it down.

Still buzzing from the high of your orgasm, you yank up Chileos by his horns, his tongue still lolled out in desperation to drink you whole. You don’t give him a moment to speak, dragging him up your body and into a kiss.

“D-did I do well?” Chileos says amidst tongues and saliva, grinding his furry lower half against your bare core.

“V-very well, Chileos.” A moaning gasp leaps up Chileos’ throat when you grab the base of his cock, guiding his head right to your sopping hole. “I think it’s time for your reward.”

Chileos’ eyes sparkle, hastily throwing his body weight on top of yours as he sinks in, balls deep, with just one thrust. You gasp, surprised by just how much you still stretch and burn around his cock.

Is he part centaur?! What is this-

Your own inner monologue stops still when Chileos starts to jackhammer his hips into you. His sweat and your cum stick his fur to your thighs and stomach, hung balls slapping against the crest of your ass.

“A-ah! This is the best day-” Chileos’ whole body shudders, but his pace never falters, “-the b-best day of my whole life!” Surprisingly muscled arms encircle around the small of your back, pulling you up and even closer into Chileos’ chest. He braces his hooves against the grass and hikes you up to rest your weight on his thighs, this new angle letting him hump and bounce you on his cock at the same time. Your pussy clenches, sensitive and raw from before, but chases the high of his cockhead hitting your cervix. 

Chileos is insatiable, licking and sucking at the crux of your neck like Tantalus himself, always fiending for a taste. Sweat pools between the cruz of your bodies yet he never slows in his thrusts, nor does he seem to struggle with holding you as he does. 

“Your pussy is so-o good.” Chileos slurs, still sloppily licking at your pulse. “I can’t believe I get to fill you up, feel you squeezing my cock as I pump you full.” The world spins as Chileos throws you back down onto the ground, though much gentler than you expected. He grabs the bottom of your legs and presses them against your chest, somehow reaching even deeper with his bulbous cock head. Your legs tremble, only held up by the weight of Chileos in between them. “Aah, I think I've reached the very end of you.” Drool drips down from Chileos mouth onto your cheek. In your debauchery, you don’t even care. “What Dionysian pleasure.”

Chileos swivels his hips in circles, just feeling his tip against your womb knowing he’s gonna pump it full of cum any minute now. 

His muscles are aching, his head as fuzzy as yours, but it’s back to business in no time at all, Chileos resuming the punishing thrusts of his cock. He feels like he’s splitting you open, that you’ll never know emptiness ever again.

“C-close.” Is all you can say, eyes rolled back into your head. Chileos gasps, an expression of true joy on his face.

“Let's cum together, please? Pretty please?” You didn’t think it was possible, but Chileos starts moving even fast, chasing your orgasm and his own. “Please, please, please I want to cum in you when you cum. Oh, please, Dionysus hear my prayers-”

The lascivious god must be listening, because your  second orgasm hits like a shockwave, your whole body tensing as you pussy milks Chileos like a cow. His eyes go cross as your tight walls push him over the edge, hips stuttering as he finally unloads inside you.

“Y-yes!”

Your stomach feels fuller as rockets of cum fill up your insides, spurting up over the sides and in between your ass. It takes a whole 10 seconds for all of Chileos’ seed to be spent, his cock twitching and shooting like a pump.

With his adrenaline fading, Chileos collapses on top of you. He stinks, sweat mixing with his goat hair as he nuzzles into you.

“B-best day…” His eyes finally close, sinking into a deep slumber, “...ever.”

[hoofpeet]

what are nymphs? they sound super cool & ive never seen you talk about them before :O

Here's a nymph guy ! Different 'breeds' of nymphs naturally grow different types of plants, and have varying sunlight/water needs based on it :]