Aaralon must impregnate the demon.

Rahad barely seemed to react much to Aaralon's ministrations on his new dripping pussy. Even as the mage buried his face between those two demonic thighs, the satyr himself seemed almost...bored. He picked at his fingernail-claws and gazed out into his crystal orb as he did, though he let out barely the tiniest shudder.

Then he gripped the hair on Aaralon's scalp once again and yanked his head away from his soaking cunt. Aaralon gasped slightly as he did, blinking a few times to adjust to the sight before him. Vaginal secretions soaked his nose, lips, and chin, positively swamping his senses.

The satyr-demon smirked and suddenly jerked the mage's scalp up, forcing him to his feet. "I've come up with the perfect trial for you, you know." He spread his legs once again, and used two fingers to gently spread his labia, revealing his dripping pink to the mage's view. "You're going to fuck me, with that somewhat disappointing manhood of yours. You get to cum once. If you knock me up- and yes, I'll know- you're free to go. I'll have my Nightmare take you right back to that little slum of a castle you came out of. If you don't, well...you'll stay here with me, permanently. In that case, this'll be the last pussy you taste for, oh...a couple centuries or so."

Aaralon's heartbeat quickened rapidly, increasingly pulsing out of his chest. His breathing grew shallow and rapid, and he quickly scanned over the satyr's body once more. There was a twinge of discomfort at the thought of fucking a demon so clearly male in so many ways...but then the wizard's eyes fell upon that dripping-wet cunt, and his young manhood hardened immediately to full mast, with a thick dollop of pre forming at the tip.

Rahad flicked two fingers forward in a single, silent command. In that moment, Aaralon's will was swiftly subjugated and crushed. The young mage was immediately bent over the throne, with his face pressed into the crux of Rahad's neck. His cock buried into the demon's furred, hellish cunt and immediately broke into a breakneck, thrusting pace. His hips slammed roughly into the satyr's, with his heavy balls slapping against Rahad's furry taint.

The combination of fear, anxiety, and intense, sinful satisfaction overwhelmed Aaralon swiftly. As much as he hoped to be a feared wizard of great skill and renown, he was still a young male, and, unfortunately, had the stamina of one. After somewhere in between five and ten minutes, he finds himself approaching his climax. He buries his cock balls-deep in the demon's soaking cunt and moans out into Rahad's neck. Shudders run through his spine as he reaches orgasm, and several spurts of warm cum pump deep into the satyr's womb.