Recruiting the satyrs

One of the satyrs approached the prostrated princess, she could almost feel the goat like cock hanging just inches from her head. The creature grabbed her hair and **** her to look up, to what would undoubtedly be the third cock of her life.

It wasn't merely its size, its shape was also unnatural. if Rodrik´s cock had been a powerful mace, this satyr´s was so long it resembled a spear, being waved for attention. And the cock didn't just end in a dickhead, no, this cock had a small ´tail´ at the end. Liandra reached to touch this inhuman cock, but was surprised when that goatcock slapped her face "I didn't give you permission to use your hands. You can touch me with your mouth only."

Even Calcifer had, in a way, treated her with courtesy, and the utter disregard clearly shocked the princess. But before she could complain the satyr shoved her face on his cock, and her refusal to open her mouth made it run over her skin, filling her nostril with the fabulous aroma of the satyr. He smelled of wine and reverie, and when he was pulling back her head, she extended her tongue, and managed to lick his full length. When he shoved again she was prepared, and felt his dick slide in her mouth, and a sudden wake of flavors explode.

No one else moved while the first satyr received his blowjob from the princess, mesmerized at the obscene sight. The princess told herself it was to recruit their help that she so quickly became pliant, that it was her choice to service the satyr.She felt her mouth flood with his essence, and so deep he shot it she had **** but finish swallowing it all.

But if becoming a cum swallowing slut didn't bring any particular difference on Liandra, the satyr did change plenty after his orgasm. She could now tell how wasted all of them were, for this sylvan denizen was far more formidable, his muscles gained shape and definition, his fur glow. He was truly a sylvan god, and his cock was still hard.

"My friends, tonight´s bacchanalia marks the rebirth of our merry band! Long have we starved, so let us feast to our heart´s content!" Their cries became song, and the satyrs started to circle and dance around them.

Liandra expected, or hoped, them to just attack her and Rosalia, but instead they started to celebrate, some of them lit a bonfire, others started to bring food and wine. She and Rosalia were both soaked and cleaned in wine, their bodies washed purple with the deliciously aromed vintage. Liandra laughed at how miserable her lover seemed, and Rosalia joined it too. The satyrs had began to dance and frolic, and Liandra felt the dire need to just join their merry making.

She didn't even make one full circle around the camp when she felt her body being raised from the ground, and impaled from behind. Size did matter, and Liandra moaned her pleasure as the goatman began to thrust repeatedly inside her all too eager pussy. Another satyr came in front of her to suck on her wine covered breasts, licking them clean, but he didn't stay much. Another replaced the first, and he mauled her perky breasts for a while, making the princess whine her pain.

She felt her orgasm hit as her violation continued, a powerful flush soaking the satyr´s cock. Her rocking body could handle more, so when she lowered her head to service another satyr, they didn't stop her. The satyr in her pussy creamed her, but it wasn't two heartbeats before another took her place. With each sense delighted, Liandra couldn't remember being happier in her life.

She did note with grief that her friend wasn't joining the party, so after feeling another satyr´s cum fill her mouth, she embraced him and begged him "please... make Rosalia just as happy" She had to keep her words short, for another was still ramming her pussy. "I promise... her pussy is just... better than mine."

"Slut princess, this we cant do. She must join the bacchanalia of her own accord. If she don't, then we will **** and **** her afterwards" The satyr cruel words made the princess quiver in fear, and the sudden tightness on her sex made it painful. "J-just ask her to come... to me" It was all she could say, before another orgasm hit her.

Liandra was lost in a sea of sensations, until eventually she felt Rosalia kissing her. There couldn't be any tongue, as they didn't give her any respite from the constant fuck. But it wasn't merely kissing that the princess was interested in, she **** Rosalia on her knees, and to suck her stuffed pussy. "Cum on her face" She told the satyr when she felt his cock beginning to bulge, and he was only too glad to obey.

"Your princess offered your services to these brave man, Rosalia.... is there a reason why you disobey her?" Rosalia was coaxed by these callous words into joining the orgy. The fruit and wine they served kept them fresh, and the day darkened into night. Liandra noticed yet another transmutation as the party unveiled. Each time a satyr made Rosalia orgasm the small dagger they carried grew a little longer, and it was now already the size of a long sword. It looked like a magnificent weapon, with runes etched on its length and a jeweled hilt.

Liandra´s amazement was replaced by another when Taurus joined the orgy . His cock was massive by any standards, and now stood between her and Rosalia. Liandra´s lover climaxed with her partner, and the sword grew an inch longer. Rosalia was in no condition of making the choice, so Liandra would have to do it.