Feeling her approaching climax, the satyr inside her picked up the pace.  He and Ambrosius decided to turn Aelwen to a more comfortable position, taking her by the sides and legs and turning her around so that she was on her hands and knees in a spit roast between the two of them.  Ambrosius put his hand on the back of her head, guiding the inexperienced woman's movements, his cock filling up her mouth yet careful not to go too deep and choke her.  The other satyr, meanwhile, was slamming into her, his balls slapping against her flesh as he collided into her again and again.<br/><br/>The satyr's grunts, combined with Elena's cries and the noises of pleasure surrounding them, grew louder and more passionate.  The cries of ecstasy from other revelers carried out into the night, filling the forest air with a decidedly sexual and unforgettable aura.<br/><br/>The men were in control of both the rhythm and pace, their rapid motions sending waves of pleasure through Aelwen's body as an orgasm ripped through her body.  Finally her maidenhead broke and bled against the cock filling her up, triggering his own orgasm in turn, and soon after Ambrosius filled her mouth with his spunk, holding her head fast to his crotch and making her swallow the entire load.  Exhausted and spent, the men's softening members pulled out of Aelwen and both fell back on the ground, panting heavily.<br/><br/>This was not the end for either Aelwen or Elena, for just as soon as they were finished, the princess felt a stranger's hand grab her by the arm to pull her away.  The form of Elena, hair tossed about and a look in her eyes of uninhibited abandon, crawled on top of her as she felt a man's member slide between them, and the pleasure began again...<br/><br/>The rest of the night was a blurry haze, as Aelwen lost count of the amount of men who came on her, inside her, before she passed out.  And even her lack of consciousness did not prevent the fey from playing with her.<br/><br/><br/>........................<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Aelwen was woken up by the morning rays of the sun.  She and Elena were in the tent, stark naked and covered in sweat and other fluids.  A dull throb of pain emanated from Aelwen's nether regions.<br/><br/>Elena woke up with a groan.  "Ugh, my head hurts...What happened last night...?"<br/><br/>Slowly the memories returned, but in fractured pieces of brief encounters.  "There were fey," Elena began, "and some celebrations..."<br/><br/>Noticing the lack of clothes on either of them, and the dried white fluid coating their inner thighs, left no question as to what occurred.<br/><br/>"Ambrosius, that satyr guy..." Elena remembered with a faint smile.  "Mmm, maybe he's outside somewhere?"<br/><br/>Peeking out of the tent, Elena noticed that they were at the edge of the forest, a different place than before.  Beyond the first row of trees could be seen a walled city off in the horizon.  A note hung out on the flap of their tent.<br/><br/><em>I'm sorry I had to depart so soon, but it felt wrong of me to leave you two out in the middle of the woods.  Fortunately Elfreldia is wise in the ways of magic, and teleported you close enough to that human city you so desired.  I had lots of fun with you both last night.  Maybe some day we can meet again.<br/><br/>Ambrosius<br/><br/><strong>PS</strong> There's some soap and water in that basket.  Use it to wipe off the sweat and grime from last night.</em><br/><br/><br/><br/>Elena frowned at this note.  "Well he could have waited around for us to wake before saying goodbye!"  She set about cleaning and clothing herself, and helping Aelwen as well, before packing up camp.  "It's nice he helped us get to Nar, I won't deny that, but it's just...ungentlemanly, don't you think so, Princess?"