Next-Centri Satyrs

Ambushed in the night, the Satyrs were tipped off by their host for the return of her nephew. After all, surely four for one was a great deal.
Already drunk on satyr's enchanted wine, they were caught completely unawares and were easy prey. They caught Azure, Abi, and Rose outside, and were let inside by their host. Asleep, they didn't come to until they were dragged back to the Satyr's bacchanal. Headaches pounding against their heads, they were brought chained to the party to await the King's approval. Around them danced various forest-kin and other fae folk. A dryad was pouring the enchanted wine that never seemed to end. A mintotaur had a woman pinned against a tree as she giddily struggled to find footing. A chained up man was given delightful torment by a few fauns, who took turns daintfully licking his exposed cockhead, seeing who would lose their game and get a mouthful of cum, while another Satyr rested his arm across his shoulder enjoying a blowjob from the last game's loser, sharing his cup of wine with him. All while a strange giant played a lyre and another satyr played pan-flute, enchanting the party with lively lusty energy.

Soon the music began to effect them. Heady and lively, they found their arousal seeping in. It was hard to turn down the flagon of offered wine for their parched throats. They hardly realized they had their audience and had their fates deemed.
Abi and Rose had fallen into each others arms before they had met the king, inspiring him to take him into his harem, warming one another, and any other guest he had in his bed in their clinging ditzy affection.
Centri's blessing had become a curse under the magics of the satyr, supercharging her sexual sensitivity and magic, to her breasts, which lactated a magic restoring elixir for those who drank from it. Keeping a dildo in her to keep her on edge, her load moans accented the party when she was paraded out and gluttonous spirits drank from her breasts, unable and unwilling to refuse any relief as she coaxed them to drink more from her breast.

Clay, slightly protected from the wine and pleasure by Aphrodite, negotiated for Azure's release, in exchange becoming a stud to the fawns, bestowing them Aphrodite's blessing as a party trick. Her blessing ebbed with time, but by then Clay cared little as another Faun lined up before him for his cock.

Azure would return to the church of Aphrodite a failure, eyes unable to meet her fellow sisters. She dutifully took her lessons of lust and avarice, and guided the church to new heights of public debauchery and sensuality.