Approach the figures. You need to know what's making that noise.

The tune, you have to know what's making it. Something about it is indescribably beautiful, and you know whatever's making it must be similar.

Taking one step at a time towards the figures on the edge of the clearing, their illusory nature becomes clear once you get close. Dancing shadows, an artifact of powerful nature magic, nothing more.

A part of you knows that you've been charmed, it's screaming in the back of your mind trying to take back control, but you don't care. You step into the brush, out of the clearing. The sound resolves into a single direction which draws you in.

The performance comes to an end, leaving you feeling empty, but no more clearheaded while standing alone in the forest. Without warning, something embraces you from behind, lifting you off your feet. You momentarily start, but something about you knows that whatever is holding you, was the person making that beautiful music. You can feel muscles, powerful ones, as huge hands paw over your body.

You giggle when he rubs his hands along your chest, trying to crane your neck to look at whatever's holding you. It's hard to tell in the starlight, but you think you make out a pair of horns.

A satyr then. That makes sense. They reproduce by charming women with magic.

His delicate touch suddenly turns rough as he starts to tear your clothing from you piece by piece, with no regard for its value. You don't care, you just lean into him, pressing your back against him and using his bodyheat to stay warm.

You can feel something hot and hard against your bare lower back. It's pretty easy to surmise what's about to happen. With no words, he falls down onto you, pressing you face down into the dirt beneath his weight and lifting your ass up to meet his groin.

This is it.

There's no warning or build-up before he penetrates you, simply a pressure at your entrance followed by stinging pain as he rams full length into you in one stroke, instantly accelerating to full speead and rutting into you like a rabbit.

The pain breaks the spell. Suddenly your mind is clear, and you're completely aware of how fucked up this situation is. You're pinned beneath a creature that must weigh more than three times what you do, he's currently inside you, you're in pain and can't get away.

You scream out, trying to struggle against him, but it's hopeless. This man could probably force himself on a goliath woman, you've got no chance at breaking out of his grip. Thinking fast, you start to incant the words for 'Spiritual Weapon', and feel a powerful clawed hand grip onto your neck the moment you do, holding your mouth shut.

He starts to grunt, driving into you harder and harder while you wiggle your feet helplessly trying to get out from under him.

You know what's about to happen, and speak muffled words through your closes mouth trying to get him to stop. He doesn't even seem to notice, happy to use you like an animal. His grunting gets louder, and he drops his full weight onto you, ramming balls deep into your tunnel before he starts to cum.

You can't even wiggle now. You're forced to stay motionless and silent while he inseminates you, pumping jets of his hot seed into your womb until it starts to overflow around his cock.

He cums for a solid twenty seconds, leaving you full up to the brim. Once he's done, he stands up, leaving you incapacitated and dripping cum on the ground, and just walks away.