No. It isn't worth ruining an entire forest just for Ty's sake, right? Besides, if he ruins the ritual, he has no idea what the consequences of that choice would be. Perhaps it would curse an area much larger than the forest itself. Maybe he could ruin that humble little village, or maybe the nearest big city, or even the entire damn region. It's too much of a risk.
So, he does as he's told. He continues to brandish the obsidian cube high in the air. It seems to magnetize the tendrils of darkness, which swirl in the air and gradually sink into the box. The purple runes come to glow more brightly with each passing moment, and the cube continues to shake and shudder with great power, but Ty holds on.
Eventually, the ritual comes to an end. The darkness tapers off, and then falters. The witch finishes her dancing and chanting, and takes a moment to catch her breath, apparently spent. Ty carefully sets the cube onto the earth beside him. The forest doesn't appear to be any different around him... but perhaps he just wasn't trained enough to observe it.
The witch doesn't remain tired for long. After a few moments' respite, she begins to undress, unclasping her elegant dress from each shoulder before letting it fall to the earth. Ty has seen it before, of course, but her body's still a marvel- large, round breasts, a slim waist, a full ass, all with ghastly white skin, courtesy of her vampirism. He forces himself to break away from his ogling, but it's a lot to ask.
The deity raises one hand, and the ground begins to shake, though not quite as forcefully as it did before. After a few moments, the grass splits- a rock juts out from the earth, rising higher and higher. After a few seconds, a full boulder lies in the middle of the clearing, several feet tall and even wider, with a relatively flat surface upon it.
"Feel my body against yours, my lord," the witch purrs. She climbs onto the boulder, lying on her back, and spreads her legs wide, holding the backs of her knees. Even if she's facing away from him, Ty feels a heat rush through his loins, and a blush in his cheeks, at the thought of the beautiful sight she's presenting. "Come to me."
The elk deity slowly steps forward, heavy hooves clopping upon the hard dirt as he approaches the boulder. He suddenly rears up onto his hind legs, planting hooves on either side of the witch's head. Ty then watches in vivid fascination as the lower body of the elk shudders, and a huge, bestial cock gradually emerges from the depths of that sheath. Though it does droop down heavily with the weight of itself, the horsecock is striking- almost two feet long, and perhaps three or four inches in diameter, covered in mottled white and brown skin. A huge medial ring sits about eight inches from the base, at which point the cock's skin is darker, close to the sheath. The thick head presses between the witch's legs, and she lets out a powerful gasp, echoing across the clearing.
At some point, Ty fishes out his cock from his robes and begins to stroke it. He's so caught up in the viewing that he doesn't even really notice when. The deity breeds the witch with deep, powerful strokes, although he can only fit about half of his bestial cock in her womb. Ty never tires of watching the incredible knots of muscle in the elk's hindquarters as thrusts forward, just as much as the sight of his mistress arching her back in ecstasy.
The deity fucks her for an indeterminate amount of time, but he undoubtedly exceeds the stamina of any mortal man. Eventually, he reaches his peak, pumping quarts of his thick semen into the witch's cunt, even as his huge, hairy balls sway beneath him. He pulls his huge horsecock from her depths and steps off from the boulder, taking a few steps away.
The satyrs across the clearing waste little time. Mere moments after the centaur moved off, one of the goat-men kicks his loincloth off his hooves and moves into position, sinking his own manhood balls-deep in the vampire's cunt. Thus begins an incredible feat of raw sex, more pure and animalistic than anything Ty had experienced before. One by one, every single satyr in the clearing takes his turn on the witch, releasing his load wherever he pleases. Ty doesn't have the perfect view through the event, but he does take notice of more than one driving into her ass.
The orgy eventually begins to wind down. A satyr climaxes in the vampire's womb, his hairy bush and large balls pressed against her skin, before pulling off and stepping to the side to grab a wooden mug from a friend. Ty slowly steps forward, careful not to disturb any of the recuperating beast-men or his well-fucked mistress. When he does step before her, he's treated with quite the sight. Cum glazes her entire lower half, from her mid-torso, across her hips and ass, down through her thighs. Both holes are gaping slightly, and her pussy especially seems to drool cum at an obscene rate onto the boulder below her. Ty glances up at her face. The witch seems exhausted, her eyes half-lidded and fluttering slightly, and her chest rises and falls heavily, but slowly. No doubt, he could take a turn himself...she'd probably assume he's just one of the younger satyrs, and let him do as he pleased. And he deserves that, doesn't he? He's been a good apprentice.
Then, Ty glances up as he feels a heavy clop in the dirt, about ten feet away from him. The centaur deity seems to be staring at him, though it's impossible to truly tell with that wooden mask obscuring his face. The elk-man doesn't move, but Ty does feel his eyes sink lower, onto the dark shadow of the sheath beneath his bestial stomach. Perhaps, if that's really what he wanted, he could enjoy a different kind of reward for his loyalty.