Her delicate pink nipples had been turned almost blue by the cold and stood up like a pair of rivets from the mass of goose bumps covering every square inch of her flesh. He ran his palm over the plethora of cinnamon coloured stripes the flogging with the sword belt had left across her silken skin. Watching the tiny expressions of pain flit across her face as his fingers re-awaked the flayed nerve ending. He bent low to suck on her nipples, drawing them into his hot mouth, making her moan and arch her back as he worried the oversensitive nubbins with his rough, mobile tongue.

Predictably, his voracious sexual appetite began to rekindle itself and she demurred not one jot when he rolled her over onto her belly and pushed her knees forward so that the soft, wide pillows of her buttocks were exposed to him. Almost lovingly, he parted her whip-stung cheeks to expose the delicate pink bud of her anus. Sweeping his tongue over the hypersensitive tissue, swirling it around and around, penetrating the forbidden ring of pleasure, spearing her until she thrust back at him, uttering shameless grunts of pleasure and eventually, obscene entreaties for him to bugger her with his massive tool.

The satyr prince hardly needed another invitation. He slipped his hand under her damp crotch and raised her hips still further, shuffling forward on his knees he offered up the massive head of his cock to the saliva slicked anus. At the same time, he wrapped his forearm around her waist, pinning her nervous, fluttering belly to him. For even though, on one level she craved the act, on another she feared the brutal pain that would inevitably ensue from the invasion of such a monster and without suitable restraints to hand he knew he would needed to steady her.

The countess closed her eyelids tightly. Pushing her arms forward, she braced her palms against the coarse stone, easing herself backward until she felt the tip of the red-hot bell-end begin to enter her. But the satyr could wait not a second longer for his pleasure and with a great booming cry he thrust his hips forward, impaling her as the massive tool shrugged aside the trifling ring of muscle and filled up her bowels. The countess flung back her head and howled up into the night sky, her blue eyes popping with indescribable agony as he began to saw back and forth.