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I wasn’t sure what I was looking at, but it was no creature I had ever heard of in all of Bergarian. All creatures looked human-like. Even the orcs, except they were green, and their private parts were yet to be talked about openly.

This… was an animal with human-like qualities.

“Hello there.” I laughed nervously.

Although I hadn’t seen their body yet, I was quite disturbed by the way my body reacted when they leaned back down and continued licking the scratches on my arms.

Oh, this was bad, so bad.

This was an animal, right? I should not have these sorts of feelings.

I pulled my arm away slowly, but the creature whined and grabbed hold of it. Four fingers and an opposable thumb with claws, wrapped around my wrist and pulled it back. I didn’t fight; too shocked to see that this thing had an actual hand.

I mean, what did I expect? A hoof?

I laughed internally, hoping not to spook the thing.

“Hey, um, can you stop?” The creature stopped and tilted his head up at me like he understood, then backed away. He was onhis knees, and his lower body was fur, no pants. The fur was part of his body.

He studied me with those piercing golden eyes, and a wave of unease washed over me as I realized this creature seemed to comprehend my words. How was this possible? No one told me there were beings like this. The creature’s partially human, partially animal appearance unsettled me further.

As it backed away, I climbed out of the log and scrambled to my feet, putting some distance between us. My heart raced in my chest, unsure of what to do next. Was this creature a threat or something else entirely?

I studied it, now that it wasn’t right in front of me, noting the seamless transition from fur to skin on its lower body. Its physique was lean and muscular. The hooves for feet had me gawking, and I raised my hand to cover my mouth.

A satyr, a faun? Those were myths, mostly in Greek mythology, and this creature was standing right here in front me.

I went with faun because when I thought of a satyr, I thought of those things with a musical instrument at their lips, drunk, mischievous, maybe not as beautiful. After checking this male out and gaining some footing of who this was, I found him utterly breathtaking.

I squeezed my notebook to my chest as I stood before him. “Can you understand me?” I asked because I couldn’t be sure. He could have just stopped just because I spoke.

He nodded his head once and took a step forward, and my eyes zeroed in on the front part of his body. There was a pouch where his private parts should be, and it looked well stocked.

Maybe he has some food in there, berries? You know, like a fanny pack.

Or maybe his big, fat sausage.

I’m going to hell, no wait, the Underworld. Now, I know all these creature myths exist, I’m beginning to believesomethingbeyond science exists.

“Easy.” I put my hand out to keep him away.

I wasn’t afraid because he was male, as I very much knew he was, by his sculpted physique. The fact that he was a faun, very different from me and the way my body was reacting, made me uncomfortable.

What were his intentions besides licking my wounds?

Did he wanna…

It made me clutch my pearls.

Was he helping?

Did he drink blood?

I didn’t know what this thing liked to eat.

Maybe my pussy? That rough tongue might feel good down there.

Immediately, I clamped my thighs together.

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