You continue making love in the forest.

You nod with a moan.

With your approval, the faun’s hips begin to buck against you, giving powerful thrusts into your body. Your back curls into the grass below as you’re taken again with barely a pause. You yell out in pleasure, feeling the still swollen, tapered head of his cock stretching you even more than before.

His animal-half allows his hips to push forward with powerful thrusts, making you cry and rock beneath him. Tiny orgasms run through your body as he fucks you with a mix of sensual precision and animal-like wildness.

“Harder,” you moan.

The goat man’s cock begins to thrust with more intensity, forcing your voice to cry out louder. You’re being made to feel so wonderful. You don’t care if you’re being mated by him. He’s making you feel so good that you’ll gladly give into his desires.

“I’m going to come again, Luna,” he says.

You know what he wants. “Inside me. Right here,” you say, rubbing your lower belly, imagining the beautiful consequences. “I want to feel you come inside me again.”

“You’re so gorgeous. I can’t hold myself in,” the satyr says with clenched teeth, his thrusts growing ragged.

“Do it,” you moan, reaching your hand from your tummy to your clit. You run a finger over the sensitive nerve. All it takes is a couple small circles before you feel yourself come. Your eye roll back, your muscles tensing and relaxing with rhythmic release. And the coiling of your clasping tunnel has the faun arching his back and groaning through his teeth.

You experience the sensation of his hot seed filling your core again, feeling even better than last time. You hold his tensed body close, taking everything he has to offer inside you without fear of the risk.

And by the time you two recover, he is ready for another round. You find yourself on your hands and knees, now really being mated like an animal, before given another helping of seed. He never pulls out of you throughout the hours of love making you endure, and the swell of his flat cock keeps most of his cum trapped inside you. You don’t care, though. You’re so high on liquor and love and life that you don’t care about the potential results of this night.

After experiencing a few more orgasms in a few more positions, you finally feel him pull out. You two fall flat on the grass, your bodies sweaty. A gush of his thick seed makes its way from your sore folds.