Remembers, but it might be too late

Venus had the wooden goblet halfway to her lips when the memory hit her.

Satyer music was magical, causing the people that hear it to become increasingly relaxed and open. It wasn't as forceful as the Siren's mystical song, but listening to it for long periods of time could completely steal a human's willpower for several days.

But the wine that Satyrs brewed in their forrest homes was even more dangerous. Satyrs are creatures of nature. They like things that are fun and wild. At the top of that list of "Fun and Wild" things is passionate sex in the woods with whatever willing, Magically made so or otherwise, woman they could find. Although Satyrs don't often resort to ****, it has happened before. This usually isn't necessary considering their wine is both potent and magical in nature. It completes the spell of the music, opening the one who drinks it to their own more wild side. Consumption of the beverage makes the drinker passionate and horny, ready to rut with anyone and anything near. After several rounds of pure fucking, the night would continue on to dancing, feasting and more drinking and fucking. Some have become so enslaved by this wine that they become pets and playthings of Satyr families.

Venus tried to rise from her chair, throwing the goblet away as she did. Before she could get to her feet or draw her sword, the two strong Satyrs grabbed her and **** her back down. The youngest Satyr faultered for a moment with his music, but seeing his brothers in trouble he continued playing, switching to a more lively tempo.

Venus felt her muscles starting to relax on their own and she lost some of her strength. The younger of the two she strained against took over and held her hands above her head as the eldest pushed the bottle of wine against her lips. A mouthful of the strong liquid flooded into her throat and the magic fought against her will. Her strength drained to almost nothing as fire lit in her stomach and spread to her chest and pussy. Her mind filled with thoughts of the Kappa's dick plunging into her mouth and the desire she had felt as she gazed upon it's still ridged cock as it lay helpless before her. Need and hunger began to overwhelm her.

She giggled happily as the two Satyrs cleared the table with two powerful swipes of their arms before laying her onto her back. This was what they had truly planned for the night. The food could always wait.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, part of her screamed to fight against them. A crude knife lay at the edge of the table, and it would only take a small amount of movement to reach it, and if that wasn't enough, she still had her sword strapped to her side. The Satyrs were starting to kiss her neck and were opening her shirt. If she didn't act quickly, she would become completely lost to their desires.

Janus watched the show, his anger growing more and more, but he couldn't help feel a slight arousal as the Satyrs began to work on the woman. She was giggling and moaning, but he could also see one hand grasping unconciously for a knife a short distance away. He knew there was still some fight in her and he looked pleadingly at his partner.

The red eyed Shade didn't meet his partner's eyes, but instead focused on a point in the woods.

Raven was the man that had come to Janus's village to bring word of a coming war between two major powers, the Vampire Valdin and the Werewold Lycoan. Since the Janus and Raven had worked together at the command of Janus's uncle, Chiron, to undermine the efforts of both sides and to slow the growth of any third party that might get involved. They had only recently heard of a Kelpie gather a **** of different monster bands under his war banner, but the slippery water horse was too elusive for them to pin down.

Suddenly Raven's eyes grew wide as he finally found what he searched for. Watching from the other side of the clearing was a dark, horse-like shape. For a moment it flicked to a human form with the head of a horse, but quickly returned to its fae form. It was focused on the woman, and Raven knew this could be their chance to stop the Kelpie for good. But even though he had acted coldly earlier, Raven had never intended to let the woman face her captors alone. He just needed to see if the mysterious Kelpie would show. But now that he had, was it really safe enough for him and Janus to move? Even if they made it to the girl, the Kelpie was still far enough away to escape. And there was no real way of knowing if she could still fight now. Worse case senarios included the Kelpie escaping, or the pair being caught in a heated fight with the Kelpie and his three minions while protecting a horny woman. The odds of saving her and succeeding at the same time suddenly didn't seem that good.