The satyr sat a few yards away from her, invisible. He was having a grand time filling page upon page of his notebook with lewd sketches of this plump elf girl. His cock throbbed at the thought of her being used and abused as some orc fucktoy, he was dripping at the idea of her forever tangled in some demonic sex fiend's tentacles, he nearly lost it at imagining her showering in a never ending tide of his cum, making sure to work it everywhere on and in her.<br/><br/>He was yanked out of his fevered drawings with a cold sweat instantly prickling over him and he was frozen dead still...<em>She knew?! How? How did she know he was here? No way, he was Tethen. He had snuck into King Nasher's court and sampled some of his finest foods and daughters. No this tricky elf girl was bluffing. But still...</em><br/><br/>The horny satyr looked at her again, she must hate clothes to be out of them again so soon. Oh, to get a handfuls of those meaty globes and suckle them for days. He caught her scent from an errant breeze and he was twitching all over again, she *wanted* it just as bad as he! Her weapons were on the other side of the fire, at least she would skewer him the second he revealed himself... Hmm, a whole night of sex and just dig out a small hole? Eh, that was a steal!<br/><br/>Quietly, the satyr crept along the perimeter of the fire's light. Making sure her back was to him as he approached. The moment she went for her bow or knives he would bound off, but not before Cursing her something nasty. She sat on the ground, hunched over her meal with elbows on knees working at a piece of jerky. The satyr would step up from behind and crouch, his fingers would graze her hips as he slid up her ribs to then cup her heavy tits in his hands. He had thought of this moment all afternoon and they were heavenly in his palms. Cinder could feel a warm slimy spot on her back, below her shoulder blades as his cock left snail trails and rested there, pulsing with anticipation.<br/><br/>He nipped her ear, "How big of a hole?"