She gave him an innocent look. "I did? I don't recall ever saying that." She gently tossed the garment in his direction and it opened and settled over his head like a parachute. He pulled it off but not before he picked up her delicate and pleasing scent from the garment. He blushed strongly and she looked at him questioningly again. "What?"
He looked away, embarrassed. "You smell pretty too," he muttered.
It was Sigrid's turn to blush as he caught her by surprise. She became flustered and shooed him towards the guest bathroom. "Go get changed and be careful with that! It's one of my favorites." She realized it really was and wondered why she'd loaned that particular one to him.
Stanley went to the bathroom and took off his clothes. He set them on the toilet seat with the robe and took a deep breath. He calmed his mind and thought of the instructions. Twist one way then all the way back. He felt no difference but when he opened his eyes the stranger was looking back at him in the mirror. Taller, stronger, bigger in many ways. Looking down at himself he took in powerful muscles, the brown fur on his legs, and the... appendage hanging between them. Geezus, that was his too.
He looked around but nothing else in the small room had been disturbed so it looked like he had gotten it right.
Sighing he pulled the robe on and realized it was just a little translucent. He frowned and tied it tighter to double the fabric up front. He looked down and realized he was as covered as he was going to get. He walked back out to the living room where Sigrid had made his bed on the couch once more. She turned when she heard him enter and almost managed to hide the snort and grin as she spun back to the couch.
"No, really. Go ahead. Let's dress the big, bad Satyr in the pretty, girly gown," he growled.
She spun back and he saw she was smiling broadly at him. Her eyes were twinkling in happiness again and his frown melted away as he wondered what he'd said this time.
"You think my gown is pretty and girly?" she asked.
He looked down at himself. "Yes. It's very delicate and soft."
Sigrid tilted her head as she looked at his large arms in the sleeves. When he looked back at her she gestured for him to kneel down with her on opposite sides of the coffee table. Curious he did as she asked making sure the gown didn't get caught or come open. They faced each other across the small but sturdy table.
"Valkyries are seen as warriors. Strong, fierce, and unforgiving. All of that is true. I loved dispatching the demon the other night. It's been a long time since I got to really battle one to the death! It made me feel alive! I'd like to test the strength of those big arms of yours. You should know your strength for one day you may need to call on it to save yourself. Right now, you don't know your limits. I think I would be an excellent sparring partner for you to test your strength against."
"Sparring? I can't fight you! I can't fight anyone! I don't know how to fight!" he exclaimed.
She raised her hands in surrender. "I didn't mean we'd fight. I was just thinking a little, friendly arm wrestling. Have you done that?"
"No, but I know how it's done," he said calming down.
"Good! Now, I don't want you to hold anything back. I need to gauge your true strength so just keep pouring it on. Remember, I'm a Valkyrie. I can take it," she smirked and he nodded.
They rested their elbows on the table and grasped each other's hands. "When I say go, start pushing and keep your elbow on the table at all times. Most importantly," she caught his eyes with hers, "you don't know how strong your Satyr side is. You can't be limited to your Human strength."
He nodded and concentrated on his grip. My god her hand was soft!
"Ready?" she asked bringing his mind back to the task at hand. He nodded. "Go."
Stanley pushed and saw Sigrid's eyes widen slightly as a smile slowly slipped onto her lips. He dragged his eyes from her mouth to look at her hand. Her knuckles were white with the effort of keeping his arm in place.
She said he didn't know his limits and he couldn't be limited to human strength. Ok then. He took some deeper breaths and really poured it on, bunching his arm muscles as hard as he could to force her arm back.
It started to happen. Sigrid's arm was ever so slowly falling back. Her teeth were bared in a fierce snarl and her eyes absolutely sparkled with joy. Stanley was tiring and his arm was beginning to shake.
Sigrid immediately moved her other hand up as well to grip his hand and stop the battle.
"Ok, that's good for now. You did amazingly well. If you were to exercise those muscles regularly I wouldn't be surprised if one day you beat me. I stopped you now as you might have injured yourself if you continued. Again, you did really well! I'm really impressed."
Stanley grinned happily. He'd never achieved any real success with physical endeavors before. He'd actually managed to impress a Valkyrie! That had to be like winning a gold medal in the Olympics on his first attempt! Of course, his arm did hurt.
"Thanks! I think I'll go to sleep now. I have a busy day tomorrow and my arm's a little sore," he said with a self-conscious grin.
She nodded with a smile of her own and stood up. She used her left hand to pull him up by his left hand.
"Sleep well, Stanley. See you in the morning."
As she climbed the steps up to her own bedroom she used her left hand to massage the knots out of her right bicep. If she was being honest, Stanley's wasn't the only arm that was going to suffer an injury if she hadn't stopped the battle. His strength had completely surprised her. He'd almost bested her and... would have if she'd let them continue. First he treated her like the woman she craved to be seen as then he won a strength competition against her. She was seriously turned on right now and going upstairs was the smartest thing she could do for him. Stanley didn't need any more confusion in his life.
But damn, it was going to be difficult getting to sleep tonight.
Stanley waited until he heard Sigrid's door close upstairs before he undid and took off the robe. He was almost painfully erect so he was glad Sigrid wasn't there to see how he treated her generous hospitality.
With adolescent horniness!
The woman had been nothing but compassionate and generous to him, doing her best to ease his transition into living as a member of the Hidden Races and here he was dwelling on how soft her skin was, how good she smelled, how lovely her blue eyes were when they sparkled with joy, and how amazing her mouth looked when she smiled... those lips. GAH! He was just making it tougher for himself to get to sleep.
He folded the dressing gown and placed it on the end table next to the couch. He crawled under the covers and turned off the light.
The next twenty minutes were torture. Stanley picked up her scent from the dressing gown and his arousal just wouldn't subside.
"Pheromones."
Stanley yelped as he hadn't heard Sigrid's stealthy approach. He flipped on the end table light.
She was leaning against the opening to the living room, watching him. Her braid was undone so her long blond hair was flowing freely down her back and over her shoulders. Stanley thought she looked stunning!
"You can't help it. It's what Satyr's do and any receptive female nearby is going to be drawn to you," she explained from the doorway.
Stanley did his best to cover his erection with the sheets. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I had no idea!" he moaned.
"It's ok Stanley. Why don't we just take care of that so we can both get some sleep tonight?" she said looking at the bulge in the sheets.
"Take care of it?" he asked quietly.
Instead of answering, Sigrid slipped the thin shoulder straps to her nightie from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. His eyes flew wide and he gasped.
"My god you're beautiful!" he sighed. Sigrid's self-control finally broke and she strode over to him to tug away the sheets. She knelt over his body on the couch and positioned herself over his thick and very hard cock. She guided the head inside her very wet pussy and dropped down over him, driving his cock deep inside until he filled her. She threw her head back and moaned in bliss.
Sigrid hadn't been able to sleep either with her body demanding some kind of release of the sexual tension. She'd gotten up to look for some chocolate in the fridge and slipped downstairs silently when she heard Stanley tossing and turning. That's when she detected his pheromones. She could have easily resisted them but honestly... she didn't want to. They made an excellent excuse to do what she'd craved.
"Oh! Sigrid! Oh my god! That's so good!" he gasped. He looked up and saw the gorgeous blond biting her lush bottom lip. He sat up and hooked his hand behind her neck and pulled her into a kiss. She squeaked and tried to push away but his kiss was insistent and passionate. She found herself melting against him as they kissed deeply.
Finally, she pushed him onto his back and began to ride his cock. Up and down, slowly at first, gradually increasing her pace. She felt so incredibly good and Stanley's face showed his own bliss.
His big powerful hands cupped her breasts to caress and squeeze them as her hips drove him deep, faster and faster.
"Stanley, I'm going to- FUCK! I'm so close!" she whimpered with need.
He moved his hands down to her hips and began to drive his hips upwards, slamming their bodies together. He was also close and he needed to warn her.