Any way he can

The Satyr's pipes lure the Tar'oth Imp closer to the action. Helkin lies back and continues to play his pipes, while exposing his hard cock for the imp's pleasure.

Aaralon cannot believe what is happening. His cock begins to harden as the Tar'oth Imp begins to position herself over the Satyr's cock.

Slowly the imp spreads her furry pussy wide and eases down onto the Satyr's cock. Ripples of pleasure are sent cascading through the imp's body and through her magical connection, to Aaralon.

Aaralon tries to break the connection, but the music holds him transfixed as well as something unknown. A feeling, a forbidden pleasure, the female sexual desires of this Tar'oth Imp engage his own erotic feelings. Aaralon is experiencing a demon's pleasure, a female deamons pleasure to be precise and he is trying to resist.

Helkin begins to thrust into the imp and the imp responds by gyrating her hips in unison to Helkin's thrusts. Something is happening to Aaralon. He is lost in the Imp's pleasure and is exerting some control and causing the imp to fuck the Satyr harder. The feeling of the Satyr's cock inside the imp is so foregin to Aaralon but so satisfying. Aaralon is loosing himself to the desires. He want's this, he needs this.

A squeal of pleasure rips through the night air as the Tar'oth Imp climaxes, taking all of Helkins cock inside of her as he sends his seed deep into the womb of the imp.

Aaralon's control over the imp wavers as he experiences her orgasm. Aaralon's cock explodes as he shares the Tar'oth Imp's orgasm. For a brief moment his thoughts wander and he wonders what it would be like.... for real.....

Exhausted, and a bit messy, Aaralon cleans up and goes to bed. It has been a trying day, but tomorrow, is a whole new day.