Choose a satyr sandwich

"I've never done this one," Mel says as he lets go of you.

"I did a few years ago," Amos says. "Bend over, Mel, and lift your tail."

The golden satyr turns and presents you with an unobstructed view of his dark, tight asshole. Amos wraps his hand around your cock and pumps it a few times, but you're already hard. "Go ahead," he says. "Give it to him. Satyrs like it rough."

You step closer and rub your cockhead against his hole. He bleats with need and pushes back against you. You grab his hips and thrust forward, plunging your meat deep into his ass. He is hot and tight, gripping your throbbing rod like a fist.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" he gasps. You pound him for a minute, making him bleat and moan. Then a pair of strong hands grab your hips, holding you still while a slick, slender cock slides between your cheeks and pokes at your tight pucker.

"Easy," you pant. "Humans don't like it too rough."

"I hope you like it deep," Amos says, and you make a surprised sound as his long goat-cock thrusts into you. He's not even half as thick as Targ the troll, and you expect to not feel him as much, but you feel every inch of his slick shaft as he sinks into you. What he lacks in girth, he makes up for in length, and you shudder and gasp as he slides deep, filling you with his rigid tool.

"Are you ready yet?" Mel asks, his voice thick with **** need. In answer, Amos forward, pushing you deeper into the golden satyr. It takes a moment for the three of you to find a rhythm, but once you do, your eyes threaten to roll back in your head as the waves of pleasure roll through you. Each thrust makes you want to cum, your balls full and aching as a huge load builds inside of you.

"Oh, I'm cumming!" Mel bleats suddenly, you feel his hole spasm around you as he splatters the floor with his jizz. Before you can draw enough breath to give a warning of your own, it feels like your nuts turn inside out as you dump your load into the panting satyr. Amos grabs your hips, his long cock pistoning in and out of your clenching hole, prolonging the waves of orgasm that shudder through you. He bleats and slams his meat deep inside you, cumming hard. You feel his hot spunk spurting deep in your bowels.

Weak and gasping, the three of you stand still, buried inside of each other, until you're pretty sure you won't fall down if you try to move. When you finally separate, the two satyrs pat you heartily on the back.

"Thank you, human," Amos says. "I'm sure the sorcerer will be pleased with that show. Now Mel and I can live happily ever after."

"Well, that is one of the tenets of being an Adventurer," you say. "One of my main goals in life is to help folks in need find their happy endings." Though you have a feeling the founder of your order never envisioned a threesome with a pair of satyrs as a means to such an end. You say good-bye to Amos and Mel, then make you way further down the corridor. You were actually very close to the next junction when they grabbed you, though you can't really say that you're sorry they did.

You glance left, then right, wondering what kind of surprises lie in wait for you down the dark corridors.