I constantly crave the hardness of their cocks invading me over and over, endlessly violating every part of me, ravishing me," she paused to take a deep breath. Shivering as she continued, "In my mouth, my cunt and… my arse, but never even in my wildest dreams have I beheld such a wondrous monster as this. Use me, My Lord, fuck me, and plunder my deepest recesses. I want to be destroyed upon this noble beast. Spare me no scrap of pain for I crave that dark pleasure too and I swear upon all that I hold dear, that as long as you want me, I will be your truest and most faithful servant."

Slowly she bent her head and planted the softest of kisses upon the bursting purple glans, her small, pink tongue flickering out to lap off the weeping juice that was now beginning to run freely from his slit.

Vulkan groaned in ecstasy as the countess caressed him. His heavy balls squirmed together, bulging with many days' unused seed as she offered up her bosom to him. Willing him to rip the down the heavy satin bodice and liberate her aching breasts.

With an animalistic growl, the naked prince lunged forward, tearing the richly embroidered garments from her back. Buffeting her as she gamely fought to remain upright whilst he pulled her this way and that. She hissed with excitement as he tore away her soft white under things. Spreading her flawless thighs wide for him, her fine hands that had never known a days toil, hooked behind her knees as he pushed his face into her crotch to inhale the heavy musk exuding from her sex. Again, the Prince growled, the sound resonating deep in his belly, as he was able finally to throw the countess across one of the benches and close his avid mouth over her sex. Laving her, swirling his coarse tongue around in the rich effluvium coating the succulent, convoluted tissues.

The satyr slurped lewdly at the fragrant petals of her nether rose, gulping down her freely running juices and the still fresh spunk deposited at the entrance to her womb by the bandit chief.