The lead Satyr picks you out

As you walk towards the Satyrs, head completely empty of all thought, the biggest one of them turns and notices you. Still playing his pipes, he canters up to you and looks you over. Just his presence fills you with unimaginable lust. Each increase in pitch increases the wetness of your pussy as well. When the Satyr leans in close to you, the proximity to his music almost makes you cream your pants.

However, right before the magical music can bring you to climax, the Satyr stops playing and you're left with a feeling of pure frustration before your head begins to clear and actual thought once again enters.

"Ah, a human female! I do so love it when one of your kind decides to venture into our land!" The Satyr's voice is incredibly deep and throaty. The mere sound of it sends vibrations of pleasure down your spine as he begins to circle around you to get a better look.

"Wh- What do you want with me?" It's difficult to actually speak with the feelings of lust welling up inside of you. However, you're beginning to worry that perhaps the sexual stories surrounding this island are just fantasy, and maybe the Satyr would rather just eat you.

The Satyr stops behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders, directing you to the scene already unfolding with the rest of the Satyrs and the Dryads.

"That's what I want with you little one." Across the clearing, you can see Dryads in differing stages of sexual bliss with their Satyr counterparts. One is bent over in the air getting fucked on both ends by two Satyrs. Another is on her knees, sucking one off while fingering herself. The only thing that all of these groups have in common is that each Satyr is playing a certain melody in his pipes.

Still feeling horny but also a little confused, you ask, "Why am I not being mesmerized by that music as well?"

The Satyr chuckles behind you, his deep laugh making you spasm a little in pleasure. "Why little one, the song of luring is only to get you here and in the mood. We Satyrs have the magical ability to create songs that are specifically designed for each individual female. It sees to it that the female attends to our ever need and whim. In fact, I have one just in mind for you."

A feeling of indignation washes over you. Despite how horny you are, you don't like the idea of being **** to do anything. "I think not beast! I may be feeling pretty fucking horny right now, but the last thing I want to do is shag some furry goat man like you!" You break free from his grip and start to run as fast as you can.