The next morning

You wake up sore and stiff. Your pubic hair is mattered with dry cum.

You look around and see a man covered in blood and asleep on top of the corpse of a satyr.

You get up and start to walk away. You step on a bratch and you hear a loud snap. A moment later. The blood coated naked man sat up and looked around.

He climbed to his feet and started towards you. You started walking away from him faster.

Suddenly he grabbed and stopped you. You turned to him and you looked in to each others eyes.

You know he was the creature that fucked you last night. You also know he had ripped apart the satyr.