The Goat Men Camp, and something else...

After a while the scouts return, with confirmation that it is indeed the Goat men camp. It seems that there is a whole host of Goat men here, numbering at least 200, although they do not seem to be aware of your presence into the woods yet.

But that was not all they saw, for what they report next is most...intriguing.

Eldritch green flame shot up from the pyre in the centre of the camp. A group of Goat men dancing around it, arms held high in the air as they brayed a bestial song in celebration. The rest of the horde sat in silent awe, some drinking from the stolen wine and eating the ill gotten goods from their raids on the merchants.

What held their attention was in front of the fire, and the dancers. The captured merchant men, tied naked to poles stood up-right in the cold winter night, their man-hoods drooping, and faces masks of fear for what will happen next.

Crude runes had been painted on their bodies, in blood and oil, and before each one stood a Goat female, with short antlers and white fur covering their full thighs. There must have been at least 7 of them, one for each merchants, and they where all chanting a low, primal rhythm in the moonlight.

Goat men crept from behind each merchant, and prying their mouth open, poured a sickly sweet fluid down their throats from golden goblets. The effect was immediate, and each bound man found their cocks fully erect in moments. Gasping and panting at the sudden heat, each found themselves pulling at their bonds, wishing to free themselves, or even fuck their captors.

With timed grace and precision, each of the white furred females turned around now to face the merchants, and running their fingers over the painted runes, slowly made their torturous way to each man's bursting erection.

As one, they grasped each cock, gripping and pumping their erections, and sticking their tongues out lewdly, almost begging for the salty taste of the men. Some even fingered themselves, or teased their open nipples and breasts.

Like a tidal wave they then descended, mouths gorging on the dicks, licking and slurping and tongue-fucking each man to the edge. It was too much for some, who came quickly, and deeply into the Goat whore's mouths. But others lasted, and where treated to an even more ferocious blowing.

the muffled moans of the Goat women, combined with the grunts and sighs of pleasure from the captives, as the eroticism over-took the watching crowd. Some started openly stroking themselves, pounding stubby erections whilst cheering their priestesses. Others took to fucking lewd fruits, with warm gushy openings, and some so far as to **** their bed-fellows to the ground and pound them in the mouth or ass.

Such was the heat that drove their primal lust, that as the last merchant came, thick and hard into the awaiting gob of the Goatess, that knives where drawn and each man's throat slit.

The **** quickly drowned the fantasy of the place, and the scouts, now both quite flushed at what they had seen, fled back to inform their lord.