Sunshine slid out of Malcolm's lap, and Mona caught her before she hit the ground.
"Thank you, lady," Sunshine said, smiling up at her in gratitude. "He's a brute, a nasty brute."
"That's not nice," Malcolm said, a pout on his perfect face. "After all I do for you."
"You were very hard on him," Baby Blue said to Sunshine.
"I was not hard on him," said Sunshine. "But he was hard in me!"
Laughter and exuberance were restored. Mona marveled at their playfulness, their lightness, their airiness. They could have been flying kites for all their frivolity. Who knew orgies could be joyful?
All four nymphs danced together as Malcolm watched and clapped in time. They linked arms and changed partners, pirouetted and jeté-ed. Only Mona and Baby Blue were still clothed. Sunshine and Pinky were naked as babes in the wood and didn't seem to mind one bit. The firelight turned Sunshine's dark skin golden and turned pale Pinky red. They were light and lovely as fairies. All they wanted for was wings.
"I suppose it's my turn to face the music," Baby Blue said as she and Mona joined arms for a set in the center of the circle of trees. "Can't put it off any longer."
"Might as well get it over with," Mona told her.
"He's not bad when you get used to him," Pinky told her sweetly.
"No," Sunshine said. "He's worse!"
"Kiss me for luck," Baby Blue said. All three girls pressed soft kisses on her lips. Baby Blue hung her head and slid her feet across the floor as she neared Malcolm's throne with visible trepidation.
"What brings you to me?" Malcolm asked. He crossed a mighty hairy leg over a mighty hair knee. "You have a favor to ask of me?"
"I do, Sir Satyr."
"Name it, girl."
"I ask you to ask a favor of me," Baby Blue said.
"Very well then. I ask you to favor me with your favors," Malcolm said. "Will you?"
She turned around and brought her hands to her mouth. To Mona and Pinky and Sunshine, she whispered, "He's asked me for my favors. How do I say no?"
"You just said no!" Sunshine said.
"Oh, no," said Baby Blue.
"You just said it again!" Pinky said.
"I'd rather hear a yes," Malcolm said.
"Yes, what?" Baby Blue said, turning back around.
"That was definitely a yes," Malcolm said. "You all heard her say yes, yes?"
Mona and Pinky and Sunshine nodded. It was true. She had said yes. What could they do?
Poor Baby Blue. Malcolm bade her to stand before him at his throne and as soon as she did, he tore her dress from her body. Poor Baby Blue. As soon as she was naked, Malcolm took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it while he stroked her between her legs with his fingers. Poor Baby Blue. She had to straddle his lap with her legs trapped by the chair arms so that as soon as he had his cock in her, she wouldn't be able to run away. Poor Baby Blue. She cried and she cried as he held her by the waist and rocked her on his lap, rocking his organ up into her as he suckled at her breasts. Poor Baby Blue. She came so hard and so loud, it must have hurt her tender throat from groaning that hard.
"Was it awful?" Sunshine asked as Baby Blue was finally released from Malcolm's grasp.
"Was it terrible?" Pinky asked.
"It was … " Baby Blue said, shaking her head. "It was … big!"
Then she ran back to the throne and kissed Malcolm on his cheek, stole his laurel crown, and put it on her own head.
"I am now the queen of this courtyard," Baby Blue said. "And I say the next sacrifice shall be … "
She walked to Mona, naked and smiling and serious all at the same time.
"Yes?" Mona asked.
"What's your name?" Baby Blue said.
"She wears white like the moon," Sunshine said. "Shall we call her Moona?"
"That's silly," Pinky said. "She's mad as a loon to be here. Shall we call her Loona?"
"Those are terrible names," Baby Blue said. "I like them both!"
"Call her Moan-a," Malcolm said, his pronouncement straight from the throne. "And we'll see if she earns it."
"Have you ever had this nymph before, Sir Satyr?" Baby Blue asked Malcolm. He shook his head no.
"Then she must be washed in our water first," Pinky said to Baby Blue. "And him too."
"I'll take him," Sunshine said. "You two take our Moona Loona."
The nymphs nodded and shook hands like bankers closing a business deal.
Pinky and Baby Blue took Mona by her hands and drew her to the center of their little indoor grove. In the background, music played, now softer than before. The girls drew her white nightdress down and off her body. They were puzzled by her bra and panties, but soon enough they were long gone as well. It didn't feel strange to be naked-Mona had felt far stranger to be the only one clothed.