Next - Azure-Satyrs

It happened too quickly. It must have been only a few hours after midnight. The satyrs were in the room, with their pungent odor and greasy skin, and more importantly, their staves and ropes. By the time Clay was fully awake, they already had him and Azure trussed up and being dragged out.
He could hear the land-lady groaning as a Satyr took her over the table they had just eaten at. Between thrusts she got out, "They said... they'd not... hurt him... my nephew... that I could... oh gods how is it so good.... see him... mmmmmmmmugh... just have you stay the night and drink their wine and..." at this point another Satyr had positioned itself at her head and claimed her lips silencing her. They were dragged out of the house as her moans reached a climax.
Outside they had Rose, Abi, and Centri equally tied up, struggling, but subdued. "They ambushed us as we slept" Centri said, stating the obvious, which if she was acting dumbfounded perhaps they were in trouble.

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The group was brought back to the woods, to join their revelries. Their magical flutes and wine made it difficult to keep their minds clear, and soon they were just a part of their eternal debauchery.

Rose became immediately popular, servicing two or three satyrs at time on her knees, drinking cum like it was wine with a wide smile and half-lidded eyes.

Abi was treated with high regard, and put in finery. Led around like a divine beast, and mated with at the height of each night, often a visiting guest of honor, where her wanton lust only drove the ceremony to higher peaks.

Centri became lost to the music, dancing and grinding with the other saytrfolk as if she had no dignity. Until one finally dragged her aside and claimed her, giving her a brief rest.

But worst of all was Azure, who immediately became the pregnant bride to the leader of the pack, in exchange for Clay's freedom.
Clay could never erase the last vision he had of her, smiling wider than smiled for him, jutting her chest out, and bouncing on the cock of the satyr in his make-shift throne. She had forgotten all of him after giving up everything for him.

Clay never again would adventure or know a lover, but he served faithfully Aphrodite as her chaste priest. Shaking at the smell of wine or the sound of pan-flutes. He was a broken man, but he would see Azure's sacrifice would not go to waste. Teaching the difference between passion and drunken debauchery, his guidance led to a more refined Aphrodite priesthood and opened more people's eyes to meaningful lust.