
Slowly, the wench became aware of the presence of another in the room and twisted toward the darkened alcove in alarm, her chains rattling dully as she raised her hands to her face.
"Who's there?" She called in a small, shaking voice.
By way of answer, Vulkan simply groaned more loudly. His shaft was now standing straight up from his groin and his heavily dependent balls throbbed with an over abundance of turgid spunk.
The woman called out again, at the same time straining her eyes in a vain attempt to penetrate the shadowy alcove.
"W-who's there? p-please, show yourself, please, you're frightening me."
Vulkan grinned behind the darkness, his head swimming with lust as he pulled impatiently against the straps holding him.
"Bitch! Whore! Slut!" he hissed at her out of the shadows, "I want to fuck your hairy peasant cunt until you piss yourself!"
The woman shrank back against the post, a strangled cry escaping from her horrified lips as Vulkan began to grunt and spit at her. His need for sex was now so strong that he had difficulty concentrating and was only dimly aware of the grulls appearing at his sides to unfasten his bonds.
When the final restraining band fell away from his waist, Vulkan bounded from the table to land directly in front of the cowering creature. Immediately she clapped eyes on him she began to shriek with horror, her knees giving way as the plunging sunlight illuminated his massive, demonic form.
The satyr, for that what he was now truly becoming, reached out and clapped his palms around the frozen face, drawing it toward the monstrous cock swaying and bouncing in front the blubbering mouth now opening wide to scream again. But before the terrified female could give voice to her fright, Vulkan shot his hips forward, impaling her face upon his iron hard shaft. He groaned ecstatically as the bulging, purple glans filled up the woman's soft mouth, spreading her tongue flat with his enormous bulk as he began to rock slowly back and forth, working the great cock-head into the top of her throat.
