<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cantankerous Cleric Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325526.msg15653608#msg15653608)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Them Trees<br/><strong>Mission:</strong>The Satyr in the Woods<strong>CLOSED; between Envious and TheVillain</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>TheVillain<br/><strong> </strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>"Aiee~! Hey!"</strong>Selphie squealed in protest. The Satyr relentlessly plowed into her, hitting a spot deep inside the Cleric that was not often reached. Her body didn't know what to do as it drew closer to its painful climax. She tried to gasp out words inbetween each insatiable thrust, but a trail of nonsensical phrases fell out. Did she want him to stop? Not really. Did she want him to continue? She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of saying<em>that</em>aloud.<br/><br/>Her hands squirmed out of his grasp, to cup her bouncing breasts and offer some support. Her painted nails flicked at her nipples as she pressed her tits together. As the minutes ticked by, she felt the rising heat of satisfaction start to build up. She was being raped by a beast in the woods and it turned her on more than she cared to admit.<br/><br/><strong>"Make. Me. Cum. Monster."</strong>Each word was a satisfied grunt between slams. She couldn't help but look at him in the moment, now - look at those sickly eyes and feel the full force of her violation as he took his pleasures from her and she took her own from him. That seemed to be enough for her and she closed her eyes, tilting her head back as her back arched and then quickly concaved as she orgasmed. There was no scream of pleasure. It was a surprisingly silent moment for how talkative she was, but no less glorious. Her lips parted and a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as her pussy convulsed against his cock.<br/><br/>In truth, she hadn't had a good and savage fucking in quite some time - not since her run in with a small group of bandits. As humiliating as it could be, it was also freeing to be used as the cum dump and quite a different experience than she usually sought out.<strong>"Thank you, Satyr,"</strong>she panted, as promised. The monster was now owed two happy endings instead of one.<strong>"May. I. Please. Have. Another?"</strong>she asked between that loud and rhythmic slapping.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/>