The trouble with satyrs

The volley of arrows sailed through the foliage from all directions, and in seconds, her husband was dead, pierced through the heart by the barrage. The satyrs surrounded her quickly, calling out in their goat noises to each other. They grabbed her wrists as she struggled, and overwhelmed her. She was dragged off into the bushes, and there the savage goat men began to rape her. Qesai was no warrior, she was just an elf who had relied on her wizard husband to protect her. But now that he was gone, she could not fight back against what was about to happen.

She screamed as the satyrs tore at her silk robes, exposing her smooth pale shoulders first, then pulling her robes off completely to reveal her entire body. The satyrs groped at her, running their rough dirty hands over her pale white skin. Qesai glanced down and gasped as three black swollen satyr phalluses stared up at her, fully erect. She was pushed down onto her hands and knees with a scream of fright, and when she looked up, a pair of hands grabbed the sides of her head and a big black cock was shoved into her mouth while she gasped in surprise. Her eyes widened and she let out a muffled cry as the nine inch long monster forced its way down her throat. She was too surprised to fight back as the creature fucked her face, pushing her head up and down and thrusting its hips. Goat calls came from all around, cheering on the satyr who was abusing her.

A sudden push and she was flat on her back, gasping for air as the cock was released from her mouth. She felt a pair of strong hands grab her thighs, squeezing them and caressing the insides. The action made her start to get wet even as she tried to resist arousal. Her arms held down against the ground, she strained her neck to see her tormentor. But another satyr suddenly straddled her abdomen and shoved its stiff cock between her breasts, grabbing one in each hand to hold them together. She felt a sudden shiver as a tongue began licking her clit. She started to moan, and blushed at the embarassment of her reaction. The satyr on top of her started to rub her nipples with its thumbs as it thrusted its cock repeatedly between her soft milky white breasts. The blood began rushing to her cheeks as the satyr giving her head would not stop. She bit her lower lip to hold back the immediate vocal response. The tension built up in her thighs and she spread them wider apart, flexing her ankles and straightening her toes. Her fists clenched, and she gazed up eyes wide with arousal at the satyr who was holding her wrists. The satyr bent over and licked her arms, from her forearms up past her elbows to her biceps. Then he licked her soft cheeks, where tears had now formed. The satyr straddling her slipped a hand gently behind her head and guided it upward towards the tip of his penis as he continued to rub it against her chest. She shut her eyes and opened her mouth wide to moan in pleasure as the other satyr licked the insides of her elbows. She felt the w