Elena's grip tightened in response, briefly looking over to Aelwen before her attention was brought back to the elven man about to enter her.  The mage's head arched back, moaning as her legs wrapped around the man's waist to take him in further.<br/><br/>The satyr above Aelwen leaned down with a kiss as his hard member opened her lower lips apart.  Filling her to the brim, his erection throbbed with delight as her inside walls squeezed against him.  The fur of his legs brushed up pleasantly against her own as he thrust with rhythm into her, his lean, firm chest rubbing against her breast and ever-stiffening nipples.  His hands were not idle, either, sliding down her sides, clutching her ass, and eventually assuming a position on his knees as he elevated her legs up to a "V" position.<br/><br/>The unknown satyr grunted, flesh slapping against flesh as the pace picked up and passions built.  The tip of his dick pressed against her hymen at the end of each thrust, stretching it closer and closer to the breaking point.  Ambrosius crawled over opposite his fellow, looking over at Aelwen and started playing with her breasts as he looked down at her.  His own shaft was fully erect, ever so close to her face yet not touching...<br/><br/>Elena could not be seen in this position, only heard, as her cries of ecstasy filled the air.  Out in the corners of her vision Aelwen could make out other naked bodies entwined and writhing in the raucous bacchanal.