You cannot tell what is in the brew, as it does smell very magically at least. You keep watching and smelling what is going on. Off to the corner of your eye you can see two of the catfolks start to mate right there and then, using an slight corner between two tents to go at it, with the male pumping into her from behind and taking her very hard, her cries of passion filling the air lightly.<br/><br/>Giving you some entertainment when eventually you can stopped by what you can assume is the magic user of the group. Wearing a rather interesting cloak made out of deer skin and other materials, with pain embedded in his fur. Looking down at you and not saying much of anything, while busying with sticking a clawed finger into a wooden bowl. Fishing it back out again, to only start drawing on your bare body. Drawing arcane runes on your chest and belly, slowly working down to your bare sex and thighs. Taking his time to get it right, an eventually finishing the job.<br/><br/>Uttering some arcane words in his own tongue, while proceeding to grab onto your hips hard. Squeezing very tightly and digging his claws into your flesh, while he leans in and gets between your legs. The only real warning you get is the slight poke on your pussy, before you feel him ram his tiger cock straight into your body. Keeping himself hilted into your sex, as you can feel how big and strong his cock is while buried deep inside of you.