You Pick Satyr

Scanning down the list with your eyes, you see an impressive amount of options before you; most are too insane to even think of how you would have sex with them, though that does nothing to your erection. One on the list grabs your attention quite quickly: Satyr, part goat, known to be highly erotic and very sexual. You vaguely remember that most depictions of them have them at full mast and erect. The women were less shown, but you were hoping that they would be a choice. At the same time, your mind returned to the young feminine boy behind you. With a small blush, you think the men may not be bad either.

Your brain has made its decision and your rock hard cock has agreed happily, so you look up to Lola and say, "How about the Satyr?"

She gives what you're dubbing her trademark smirk as she says, "Yes, an exceptionally horny bunch. All their festivals are about fucking, or drinking then fucking." She goes on to say, " Their men are sized nicely, but are happy to take as much as they give. Luckily they're trained enough not to gang **** any human we bring to them."

"Are there any female Satyr?" you ask.

"Duhh! But their ratio is a little off, about nine males to every female. Likely any female you may take interest in will be well-used, but at least they do not believe in marriage so you can pick anyone freely."

You are not sure if a well-used woman is more or less attractive. Either way, you are sure your cock is harder than before.

"Well that's my choice then, I guess," you say, a little shyly. It still feels odd to pick sex like food off a menu.

"Okay, well then, if you will follow me, we will get you to their village in no time." She stands up and starts to leave and you start to follow, however she stops and turns to face Nys. "I know you want to come along. You can be his translator, and I can relax here, just no fixing the odds in your favor."

Nys beams a bright smile and runs up beside you. You feel his soft hand encase yours once more. You head out of the hut and make the long climb down. You get many looks, most seem to he focused on your erection; you are slightly embarrassed but still hard as can be. Once at the base of the tree, Lola weaves a path through buildings, and into a grove of beautiful flowers. Just a short walk inwards and you find yourself facing a giant sphere of light.

"What is this?" you ask.

Lola sighs and says, "The guardian refered to it as Deus Ex Machina, the fast travel magic with no load time. I have no idea what that means. We call it the gate - a simple spell and you can go anywhere on the island."

You scowl at the terrible name pun, but prepare yourself for your next choice.