Who needs a threesome in their lives? LOL Well, here is one with Satyrs and Fauns and one woman who ventured where she shouldn’t… from Changeling Press’s Razor’s Edge… here’s a CN 17 M/F/M bit from Greek Style!

http://razorsedgepress.com/index.php/available-now/146-greek-style-by-stephanie-burke
He said his name was Silenus, and May was struck at how very Greek that sounded. She watched, trying to absorb his words as he told her of her trespass and what steps she would have to take in order to give back what she had inadvertently stolen.
“Orgasm.”
“Huh? What?” His words drew her from her dark thoughts and she stared at him in disbelief.
“You have absorbed male satyr energy. By Bacchus’s beard, I am amazed that you are alive and have not joined the ranks of those who drink too deeply from my lord’s cup.”
“Drove people insane, right?” she asked before shaking her head. “Orgasms?” She knew her eyebrows were wrinkled in confusion. Maybe she had already joined the ranks of the walking wounded. “You said orgasms?”
“As many as we can draw from you.” His nose quivered as he spoke. “It is the fastest way to release the energies back into the men from whom you have stolen it.”
“Not like I did it on purpose,” she mumbled, a part of her pleased there would be no blood letting.
“And that is why we offer you a choice. The fast way through orgasms or the long way.”
“Great,” she muttered. “What’s the long way?”
“We start with a three-day fast –”
“Fast? As in not eating?”
He nodded rapidly, his face serious. “And then there is the ritual flogging –”
“Flogging?” Her voice went up an octave as she repeated the words.
“Indeed. It is needed to weaken the body enough to make it willing to release the unfamiliar energies. If your body tries to absorb male satyr energy, strange things of all sorts will happen to you. You could grow horns or a tail, or a penis –”
“Orgasm is good,” she cut him off. Grow a penis? Oh hell no. It had taken her long enough to come to grips with having a vagina and that wonderful monthly visitor Mother Nature had gifted her with. “So, point me to a quiet place and I will get myself off in no time. Masturbation is the lonely girl’s saving grace. It keeps us from taking to the streets and propositioning strange men. So untie me and –”
“No.”
“At least my hands –”
“You do not yet understand.”
“And what am I supposed to be understanding, Silenus?” she asked, her voice dropping deep.
“You cannot release the energies on your own. You cannot. They will not respond to your actions. If that were the case, then the ritual floggings would not be needed. We could just call the energies back.”
“Why can’t you?”
“Well, because… well –” He sighed. “Satyr energy loves human women.”
“It’s alive?” she squeaked in dismay.
“Not in the way you are thinking. Our energy is the driving force of our nature. And throughout history, human women have always been the downfall of satyrs. The energy pulls the attraction and the body follows. Now that the energy is in you, it doesn’t want to let go.”
“So how –”
He raised one hand, cutting her off as she was about to tear into him again. “I have been chosen by our people, with the grace of Bacchus our lord, to be the one to release the energies from your person.”
“So… you use fingers?”
He shook his head.
“Tongue, ’cause it looks like you got a long one –”
“In part, and I thank you.” He preened a bit. “My mate likes it.”
“I have to have sex with you… not a solo thing?”
“Not a solo thing.”
“But — but you are a goat boy,” she pointed out. “I am human. It wouldn’t work out between us.”
As she spoke, he rose to his feet and parted the curls at his groin, exposing a sheath. As she watched, a long, thin, tapered head emerged, thickening as it slid out until he was standing there exposing a good eight inches of smooth, firm, and quite functional-looking cock.
“Oh.”
Under any other circumstances, May might have been very turned on by this. His cock was slim like her favorite vibrator, tapered and smooth the whole length. And this situation was something out of one of her fantasy magazines she kept beside her bed for those nights when the loneliness really got to her. But this was reality, and in reality women didn’t have sex with goat boys.
“But what about your mate?” she questioned. “She might not like it.”
“He,” he corrected her. “And his wants were taken into consideration. Which is why he will be joining us.”
“I have to?” she almost whined. Sexy was not what she was feeling right now. She was kind of scared, really — and high.
“I have a flogger –”
“Fine,” she mumbled. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Wonderful.” He allowed his penis to be resheathed as he again approached her. “Then let us begin.”
It took moments for him to produce a knife, also from that little belt thing tied around his waist, and she was quickly cut free.
“We must undress you.”
Before she could comment that she could undress herself, Silenus sprang into action. With his little fluffy tail flagging furiously, he began to carve her clothing away from her body.
“Hey!” She started to jerk back but her two matching satyr guards took offense to that. They moved threateningly forward, their spears at the ready, and she threw both hands up, relenting.
It took mere moments for Silenus to slash and cut through her clothing, lifting her bra to stop and stare at the construction in wonder for a moment before tossing it over his shoulder. Then he slashed her panties, and that left her standing on the edge of a poppy field where a medicated barn fire burned and a whole passel of little guys like Silenus had stopped dancing and were waiting.
“Those.” Silenus pointed to her feet, to the worn hiking boots she owned for years. Not wanting to see them shredded by the sharp knife the faun held, she swiftly knelt and untied her shoes, muttering the entire time.
“Stupid Greek games.” She slipped one boot off, trying not to fall back onto her ass on the ground. There were things in the grass, and she didn’t want her more delicate parts any closer to nature than they already were.
“So where’s this partner?” she grumbled, working on her second shoe. “Is he going to show up any time soon, ’cause I really want to get this done and over with.”
She was not scared, she realized. Maybe it was the drugs they were burning in the fire pit or maybe it was because, yeah, mystical creature wanting — going — to fuck her. She didn’t know what emotions she was experiencing, but fear was not among them.
“Silenus?”
She looked up at his continued silence, tossing her other boot behind her, and damn near swallowed her tongue.
Standing beside Silenus had to be the biggest, darkest picture of hedonism she had ever seen. If Silenus was everything she ever pictured a faun being — cute, curly haired, short and playful, totally innocent looking — the goat boy standing beside her was lust and death.
He stood taller than her guards — who had absented themselves, she noted — by a few inches. He was a broad, muscular wall of chest and arms. His skin was darker than hers, an iridescent purple it was so dark, and his ram’s horns were swirling and majestic, the color of old bleached leather or fresh cream… . or human bone.
His goat’s legs were muscular and covered in a fine black hair that fell in silken waves like the long hair that hung around his shoulders. His eyes were a piercing red that carefully examined her, his broad forehead and square chin giving him a classic Greek visage intermixed with the stuff of legends.
“My mate,” Silenus chortled, dancing from foot to foot. “Clavius. Is he not magnificent?”
“He — oh, dear — oh, my — I’m going to die.”
“Only from pleasure.” Clavius’ voice was deep and rich, gravelly, and seemed to vibrate things deep within her.
She gulped as he sniffed her hard before turning to Silenus. “We must hurry. Her body is trying to assimilate the foreign energies. I can smell the changes starting.”
“Oh, we don’t want that.” Silenus’ nose quivered as he turned toward the fire. “No time for dancing, then.”
“We will skip the dancing,” Calvius agreed.
“Dancing?” May interjected. “No one mentioned dancing.”
“And there is no need to worry of it, human.” Clavius turned piercing red eyes to her, and May shut up.
“Okay. I was just wondering.” She didn’t want all that muscle turned to anger, and she didn’t want anger of any kind directed towards her.
“You are fair,” Clavius intoned. “That will make this easier.”
“Easier?” She sniffed. “Yeah, right.”
“Do you not find us appealing?” Clavius demanded, stepping closer to her on his very own set of cloven soup bowls. “Do not lie, human. I can smell your heat.”
“Not heat,” she denied, thought she was a little moister in the groin department than she had been when the whole ordeal started. “Humans don’t go into heat.”
“Your desire, then,” he corrected.
“I think everyone here is in heat,” she decided. “That’s what this dancing thing is all about, right?”
“It is in preparation for the season,” Calvius explained, reaching out to touch the top of her head. He dug his fingers into her hair for a moment before giving it a tug and jerking her forward.
“Hey!”
“You asked and I will answer, but we must move.”
“Fine.” She stumped after him, trying not to recognize the thrill of having her hair pulled or how it went straight to her libido. “But ask! You don’t have to jerk me around like some puppet!”
But Clavius ignored her as he continued to speak. “After this night, the season will begin and our females will go into heat.”
“Ah, that’s why there’s no urine.” He froze, looking back at her, and she went on to quickly explain. “Goats… when they go into heat –”
“Do we look like goats to you?” he demanded. Clavius reached down and gripped her by the shoulders and lifted her to a stop right in front of him. He lifted her like she weighed nothing.
It made May suddenly aware of the warm, humid night caressing her skin in ways outside air had never done before. The night was fragrant with the pungent smell of weed and the sweet scent of poppies, and she had just been manhandled by a goat boy — man.
“Well…” If May was anything, she was honest to a fault. “Yeah, you kind of do… from the waist down, I mean.”
His red eyes narrowed at her for a moment before she was hefted and tossed over his shoulder.
“Hey –”
“We do not urinate on each other like the beasts of the fields. We urinate on our females when we have chosen the one who will complete our triad so that no other satyr will approach her. Males do not mark other males other than by loyalty and strength.”
“Ew!” May protested, kicking once before a hard slap to her ass made her stop. “I don’t want to be pissed on!”
“Like we would choose to mark a human.” He sniffed.
“Well,” May snapped back, suddenly angry. What reason did he to have to put humanity down? It wasn’t like in some of her more sordid fantasies involving a dedicated lover and a shower running that she imagined what it would be like. But ultimately, golden showers went the way of gang rape scenarios and threesomes with her favorite actors, and dominant men calling her a bitch as they spanked her ass until she cried — to only be pulled out for her solo masturbation fantasies when physical sensation wasn’t enough to get her off. “It’s not like you’re worthy to even think about marking me, goat boy.”
“We are not goats –”
“If it bleats like a goat and has feet like a goat –”
Her next words were cut off as Clavius stopped where she could suddenly feel the heat of the fire. Oh, God, he was going to toss her in alive!
But instead he snorted at her words and pulled her from his shoulder. He turned her around, gripping her upper arms, and she realized she was now standing very near the fire in a circle of fauns — fauns with hungry golden eyes.
She pressed back against Clavius’ broad chest, which she realized was a bit safer than being cast adrift with all these unknowns.
Where was Silenus? He was the only faun she tr – well, maybe trust was too strong a word. He was the only faun she knew.
“We gather like this because our male energies have been stolen.” Clavius’ voice rang out over the field. As he spoke, May could make out taller figures gathering around the watching fauns and realized the other satyrs had come home to roost.
“Because she is an unknowing human from another land, she will be spared, but –” He gave her a shake at that. “But our energies must be restored if we are to have a proper season.”
The watching creatures began to cheer, to clap and stamp their hooves. Spears were hefted above heads, and May pressed farther back into Clavius. Now she was beginning to feel a little fear.
Before that fear could turn into nightmarish horror, Silenus returned, stepping lightly through the cheering masses, brandishing what looked to be a bottle of wine.
“Drink this,” he ordered sweetly, blinking at her with those big brown eyes. She was right, she decided as the clay bottle was held to her lips. He was her height exactly.
The sweet wine rolled down her throat, and suddenly her thoughts took a turn back toward the hazy and seductive.
Clavius’ hands were strong, his body was warm… his legs were furry and that fur felt so good against her own.
She looked at Silenus and was struck by his seemingly gentle good nature. But she recalled just how skillfully he yielded his knife when undressing her and decided the faun had some dark secrets of his own.
She opened her mouth to comment, and suddenly Silenus wasn’t there. She looked around and then —
“So little fur.” She looked down and found him. The sly bugger had dropped to his knees and was now stroking the neatly trimmed bush that surrounded her sex.
What was a girl to do when a handsome goat-boy was playing with her bush? Spread her legs and let him play with her pussy, too.
“Oh,” Silenus crooned, his fingers caressing her labia, teasing at her clit before he used his thumbs to spread her wide. May was thankful that Clavius was holding her upright because the sparks that ran from her pussy when Silenus began petting and caressing her would have dropped her to her knees.
Instead her hands found his thighs, his thick meaty thighs, and her fingers burrowed through the hair there until she could feel hard flesh and muscle.
“So wet.” Silenus was running his fingers over the mouth of her pussy, pulling his slick fingers back and holding them up, glistening, to the firelight. “So fragrant.”
He bent his head, and a long tongue lapped at his fingers.
May moaned at the sight, feeling her wetness begin to slick her thighs. Oh, yeah, now she was getting into this.
Silenus rose to his feet and presented his hands to his mate. Clavius bent over May’s head to sample her taste from his mate’s fingers and his chest rumbled in approval. “Sweet.”
May was being discussed as if she wasn’t even there. Some small part of her wanted to be offended, to express some moral outrage about being treated like an object. But the hungry part of her slapped that opposing voice down. Being treated this way, like a thing, like an object to draw pleasure from, was turning her on like never before.