Excerpt of Nicholas by Elizabeth Amber

The first shaft of moonlight dispelled the murk, drenching
the lords in its silver, revealing their nakedness. Almost
in unison, they were seized by cramps that rippled cruelly
over their taut bellies. They bent low, their features
contorting into grimaces. Raw groans that were a blend of
pain and pleasure erupted from their throats as the last
physical change of the Calling night occurred.

Nicholas, the eldest, recovered first.

His eyes made a quick survey of the glen. It was protected,
he knew. Strangers never came here. When Humans wandered
too close, they were repelled by a force they didn’t
understand. He willed himself to uncoil and stand, relieved
the turmoil had passed. He hated the feeling of
helplessness that always accompanied the Change. He
couldn’t afford to be vulnerable, even for so short a time.
There was too much at stake.

It would be dangerous for anyone to see him or his brothers
like this. He was a freakish creature now, fit only for a
harem or brothel that catered to those with a taste for the
bizarre. Just the sort of place he might frequent, were he
in a particular sort of mood.

He touched himself, slid a thumb and two fingers along
newly awakened flesh from root to crown. His thumb found
the drop of moisture in the crease at his tip and idly
smeared it.
The last Change of Moonful had gifted him with this new
shaft of bone and sinew--this second cock ripped from his
own flesh. It extended high and hard from his pelvis, and
twitched with hunger. Only slightly smaller than the
enormous cock already rooted just below in his thatch, it
craved relief as much as its twin. He soothed it—stroking.
Mimicking the welcome it would soon find between female
thighs, as he waited for his brothers to undergo a similar
change.

At his command, ribbons of swirling mist spun in the glen,
then stilled, shapeshifting. Iridescent forms rose from the
vapor and solidified into Shimmerskins--insentient females
who had serviced the Satyr since ancient times. Their soft
hands caressed his newly furred flanks, offering comfort.