Capricious: Chapter 1

Welcome to Capricious by Julie Cox, a Texan tale of love and magic. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Tuesday. This week is Chapter One. Listen to the audio version at Nobilis Erotica here!

Chapter 1

 

A satyr and a merrow burst through the door to the back office of Allison’s Café in each other’s arms. The satyr kicked the door closed behind him, picked the merrow up, and set her on the desk, a steel counter long ago commandeered from the kitchen. She wrapped her thighs around his hips, letting her waitressing skirt hike up high. He kissed her fiercely, the practiced kiss of someone who knew exactly how the other person kissed, how she liked to be touched–lips against her ears and her neck, hands cupping her breasts and then moving under her shirt and bra to stroke her hard nipples. His cock throbbed against the front of his jeans, and she unzipped his pants, pushed his boxers far enough down to get her hand around his cock, and began stroking him.

“Christ, girl,” he gasped, “you’re cutting right to the chase today, huh?”

“I don’t have long,” she said. “I gotta get back to the floor and keep an eye on things. Maybe we’ll have time for foreplay another day. But today, baby, I want you to take me like crazy. No pretense, no long work-up.” She reached up and grabbed his horns behind his head, soliciting a soft sound of want; she clearly knew exactly what that did to him. “We both know what we want, a fast and furious fuck before heading back into the fray. I been thinking about how I was gonna fuck you since you walked in.” He gasped when she pressed against his cock. “I took my panties off before I called you back here.”

His cock against her bare, slick pussy, he needed no further encouragement. He slid his hands underneath her rump and entered her in one smooth motion. She cried out, a wonderful noise, and moved against him as he thrust into her, giving her all his length in each stroke. With each thrust she made the most delightful noises in his ear, her pussy squeezing tight. She was so hot around him–he loved how she felt, how wet she got, the silky texture of her skin. Her clit was positioned so that he rubbed against it with every motion. Not all women were built like that; she was lucky. Still, she slid a hand between them, pressed her clit harder against his thrusting cock, and her legs shook, the pleasure sending tremors through her already.

He sped up, harder, listening with rapt pleasure as she gasped repeatedly and bit his shoulder to stifle her cries, her body shaking as she came. He didn’t give her long to recover. He unbuttoned her shirt partway, roughly brought her breasts out above the fabric, and ducked his head to suck her nipples. He drew out of her and flicked her clit gently between his fingers until he felt her starting to move again, wriggling with want, with the absence of him. He took a condom out of the drawer where she kept them and slipped it on, well practiced, with one hand. Turning her around, he pushed her down against the desk.

“Oh man!” she said, and he felt her jolt, the steel cold against her breasts, but she didn’t pull away. He kicked her legs apart, held her against the desk, and rammed into her. She yelled, her body bucking with pleasure, raising her hips to take in more of him. He had her, thoroughly and vigorously, and she reveled in being had. She called his name, asked for more, thrust back against him. He gave her more.

When she came this time, her juices ran down her legs, and her voice was ragged, spent. He came hard, his body rocked with pleasure, and his knees threatened to buckle. Only when she was quiet again, relaxing under his hands, did he reluctantly pull out of her. She stood, a languid, loopy smile on her face.

“Hell, you’re good,” she said. “I needed, so much, to get fucked like that. Thank you, Luke.”

“Thank you,” he said, kissing her. “You have no idea how much lustful energy you put out. I won’t have to go to a strip club for a month. That being the equivalent of satyr Hot Pockets, the dinner of last resort.”

“Glad to be helpful,” she said, retrieving the panties she had discarded earlier and rebuttoning her shirt. She fished a box of sanitary hand towels out of her desk and handed them to him. “The breasts-on-cold-counter thing was pretty damn cool.”

“What can I say, I was inspired.”

“I’m gonna go clean up,” she said, starting clumsily toward the bathroom. “And Luke?”

He raised his eyebrows.

“You get low on magic again, you just give me a call, you hear? Just don’t mention it to Sally Wilson.”

He bowed his head low, though his brow furrowed with incomprehension. “As your majesty commands.”

“I ain’t a queen anymore; that was a past life. Now, I’m just a normal merrow running a diner and occasionally fucking this hot satyr friend of mine when we both need it.”

“The charming lives we lead,” he said.

When he walked out of the office, several people in the diner stared; a couple looked distinctly away. Orson just smirked at Luke from below his substantial mustache.

“So things went well, I take it.”

“I thought that office was soundproofed,” Luke said. He wasn’t embarrassed at all, just surprised.

“Not soundproof enough, evidently. But I can tell you this, all these boys in here now, they’re gonna be coming back. Allison’s sex life don’t exactly hurt her business.”

“So I’m a feature,” Luke said cheerfully, picking up his hat and leaving a handful of cash on the table as a tip for their waitress, who was blushing furiously and not looking at them.

Orson looked down at the table. “She didn’t even buy you lunch?”

“Oh, she fed me.”

“Not what I asked.”

“Orson,” Luke said with a sigh, “you just don’t get women, do you?”

“No, and neither do you.”

“Luckily, I don’t need to, because they get me,” Luke said.

Orson shook his head. “Just don’t tell Sally you occasionally bang Allison.”

“You’re the second person in five minutes to give me that advice. What’s Sally got to do with it? We ain’t dating.”

Orson rolled his eyes and held the door open for Luke. “If you don’t know, then never mind.”

“Like you got any more insight than I do.” They braced themselves against the desert wind and headed out to Luke’s truck.

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About the author: Julie Cox is the author of Chasing Tail and numerous short stories in Circlet Press erotica anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, children, and ever-expanding menagerie of animals on their farm. She runs a small online yarn business and teaches yarn spinning. She has numerous stories published with Circlet Press and elsewhere.

Capricious: A Texan Tale of Love And Magic
by Julie Cox

Welcome to Fox Pass, Texas, a small community where the mythical creatures aren’t so mythical after all. Satyr Luke’s comfortable routine is thrown into disarray when he becomes the target of enemies who won’t hesitate to hurt his friends to get to him. Struggling to save his town—and to sort out his feelings for his friend Sally—Luke faces the adventure of a lifetime in Julie Cox’s Capricious.
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