Inner Struggle, Outer Pleasures, and a Losing Battle

Her inner cries to fight were starting to win over. Her body was trained for combat and her mind was sharper than most. Her hand slowly started to reach for the knife as the eldest Satyr pulled off her leather armor and peeled her tunic up revealing her breasts.

She gasped in shock as his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. As the hunger in her loins grew, she reached for the knife, hoping she could use the last of her strength to fight off the Satyrs until her mind cleared. Unfortunately, it wasn't the knife that her hand latched onto.

She stared in horror as she realized the Satyr playing the pipes had made his way over the the table and not only had climbed onto it with her, but was crouching over the knife. Her hand had grabbed his rapidly hardening dick. The Satyr stopped playing and it gave her mind a break. She started to struggle again, but the elder brother bit into her nipple causing her to cry out in pain. That was all the time the middle brother needed to pour more of their wine into her mouth.

She chocked down the wine and fell back onto the table contently. Her eyes fluttered and became half open and dreamy. The dick in her hand was suddenly something enjoyable and even though a small, fading part of her mind yelled to keep fighting, her hand began to gently squeeze for a moment before she started jerking him off.

The Satyr's dick wasn't as big as a normal human's would have been. This was normal in Satyrs. Their dicks were thin and long, ending in a point instead of a bulbous head like a human. The balls were furry, like the legs and almost hidden in the fur. She giggled again as she stopped her teasing to cup and squeeze his balls for a moment before returning to her previous teasing.

The elder brother the free brother take over teasing her sensitive and hardening nipples so that he personally could see to other areas of her body. Within moments her pants were jerked down and her panties were ripped off. The Satyr, caring nothing for the useless garment threw it unceremoniously into the woods.

Within the next few moments, the the teasing of the Satyrs had her moaning and bucking her hips. The Elder, after throwing away her panties, had buried his face into her pussy. His tongue was wider than a human's could ever have been and much rougher, but as it scratched and probed it caused her to scream out an orgasm as she flooded his mouth with her necter. Her pussy squeezed around his tongue and sent new waves of pleasure crashing through her. This only excited the Satyr, causing him to bury his tongue in farther, lapping up her juice and sending jolts of pleasure through her.

The middle brother was mauling her tits, alternating on sucking her nipples and pinching them as his hands groped and fondled. After her screaming orgasm he grew tired of licking and crawled on top of her. His thin cock easily between her large young tits. He mashed her tits together against his hard dicked and began fucking them wildly. They bounced and jiggled in his hands causing her too coo with delight.

The youngest brother bleated out a cry of pleasure as his cum shot out onto her face, but his dick remained hard. Had she been fully aware of the situation, she would have realized that Satyrs are also creatures of lust and that a healthy one can cum up to ten times before needing a break. Even then a young male could be ready to go again at full strength within an hour for another ten rounds. Without waiting for her to recover, he quickly switched positions so that he was standing over her face and drove his still hard dick into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head as it entered, licking up the remaining cum on his member, but still leaving what was on her face. If this continued, she would have much more than just that few spurts on her face, and probably more covering her whole body.

If something didn't happen quickly, the young Shadow hunter would loose all her senses completely and give herself over to a night of wild rutting on the rough stump table.

The Kelpie shifted to human form and lifted the discarded panties to his wide horse-like nose. He could smell her desire even without the garment, but her pussy had been soaked even before the Eldest had began his feast upon her virgin cunt. His own desires were growing by the minute and his cock was already standing at full. Even in human form, his cock, like his head, remained in a horse-like state. It was thicker than a normal man's arm and large veins roped up and down it's length. The tip was almost flat, with only a slight rounding at the end. Most human women couldn't handle such a beastly member as his, but the Satyr wine could help. If the head of the bottle was inserted into her pussy and the liquid allowed to pour in, the magic of the wine would allow her to handle him more easily. But then, this woman had killed one of his Kappa. Did she really deserve such mercy? As he contemplated this, the Kelpie began a slow walk towards the building gang-bang.

They were out of time and Raven knew it. He now had two options: Save the girl, or Sacrifice her. While the Kelpie and his Satyrs fucked her, they would be too preoccupied to notice the approach of the Shade and Centaur. Their problems could be ended quickly and even though the woman might never recover from the ordeal, the overall casualties to the humans and peaceful monsters would be lessened. But letting the woman be **** didn't sit well with him. Logic said that it was worth it, but cold calculations like that were what made his people into seperatists and had driven them to almost extinction.

Raven wasn't the only one facing a moral crisis. Janus watched the woman, becoming more and more enamoured by her young beauty, now laid bare as the Satyrs teased and toyed with her. He wanted to save her, but his reasoning was becoming less than noble. He wanted her for himself even though he knew those thoughts were wrong. Saving her was indeed the right thing, but he knew he shouldn't let himself take advantage of the situation she was in. Still struggling with his emotions, he set an arrow to his bow again.

Would Raven stop him again and demand they sacrifice her? And if so would Janus listen? More importantly, has Venus lost all her will of can she still fight?