Ty takes a few small steps, making a wide arc around his mistress in an attempt to get a better view. He stops when he's about ten feet away, with a perfect view of anything he could've asked for.
The vampire is still lying peacefully on her back, balancing comfortably on the stone boulder. Her head is tilted back, her scarlet hair messy and spread in a fan around her. Her hands are hooked under her knees, keeping her legs spread with minimal effort. He'd already gotten a decent view, but this was far better. His eyes catch on her plump pussy lips, and he briefly watches the steady trickle of white satyr cum run across those full, soft thighs...
Ty quickly shrugs his robes off of his shoulders and let them drop to the earth. He follows up with his underclothes, fumbling as he unties his trousers and kicks them off. The cool air sends goosebumps across his bare skin, and Ty shyly crosses one arm over his chest. He glances anxiously over one shoulder at the satyrs across the clearing, though none seem to be looking at him. That's fortunate. He isn't exactly a nudist, even before he was given this younger, slimmer body, but, at this point, fucking that witch is worth a little embarrassment.
Even if he's got some goosebumps and a bit of a chill in the clearing, Ty's cock is fully hard. The mushroom tip is almost purple, and a bead of clear pre sits at the tip. Ty shuffles forward and stands between the witch's legs, before licking his lips.
He slips two fingers into her loose pussy, and almost lets out a sigh as they each sink knuckle-deep with little resistance. Her pink walls clench around him, and he quickly feels them dampen in her fluids. She's cool rather than warm, likely due to her vampiric nature, but the countless loads of cum likely heated her to a bearable temperature.
Unable to wait any longer, Ty lines his manhood up with her plump cunt and drives his hips forward, burying almost his entire cock in a single thrust. Immediately, he lets out an embarrassingly loud moan. A little piece of animal instinct within him forces him to give a few rapid, shallow humps before Ty makes himself slow down. Sure, he's already fucked her once before- sort of- but this, being in control, experiencing everything in open nature rather than a dank dungeon. She feels almost...ribbed, for pleasure, and, even if the witch is clearly delirious, she seems to clench down upon his cock with each thrust, inviting him deeper and deeper. Ty moans again and feels his right leg kick a little as pleasure and satisfaction runs through him in spades. After just a few thrusts, he already feels like he's seconds away from blowing his load.
"You'll want to slow down, hotshot." A deep, husky, decidedly male voice rumbled in Ty's ear. The young wizard gasps in surprise. He pauses his thrusts, leaving his aching cock balls-deep in the witch's dripping cunt, and glances over his shoulder. Beside him stands one of the satyrs- one of the older ones, too. He stands at least a full foot taller than Ty, to the point that he has to lean down to whisper in the boy's ear. He's build strong and sturdy. Huge ram's horns- gigantic, really, they must weigh forty pounds each- emerge from his forehead, curling around to the back of his head. Tussled black hair hangs down past his ears, while hair of the same color covers his cloven legs as well as his broad chest and crotch. He's naked as well, and his own manhood- at least four inches longer and considerably thicker than Ty's own- bumps against Ty's side, sending a little shudder through him.
"Here," the satyr murmurs. His broad hand slips down to rest on Ty's left side, and he gently begins to rock Ty forward, easing the boy's cock deep in the witch's cunt at a slower, more controlled pace. "The power comes from the legs and the rear, not the hips," the satyr continues. His powerful hand curls down and rests on Ty's asscheek, giving him a playful squeeze. "Mm?"
Ty lets out a long, slow exhale and clenches his hands on the vampire's waist, trying to steady himself. "Uh...th-thank you," he mumbles, trying not to look at the huge, very nude satyr standing next to him while he fucks his mistress. "I t-think." He feels the pleasure begin to crash down within him, and he tenses up as his thrusts begin to speed up once more.
"You're doing well." The satyr's soothing rumbling in Ty's ear continues as the man's hand slips even lower. His thick fingers press against Ty's clenching asshole, and his middle finger suddenly digs in, burying up to the knuckle in Ty's unclaimed hole. "There you go...finish up, now."
The boy cries out in deeper pleasure as the large finger presses against his prostate while his cock sinks deeper than ever in the witch's pussy, and he climaxes in one of the single greatest orgasms of his life. His balls clench up to his body as his cock throbs, adding rope after rope of warm cum to the loads already filling her womb.
Ty exhales heavily as he pulls his cock out, where it soon goes soft. The satyr beside him eases his finger out of Ty's ass, and steps forward, standing in front of the wizard. "The name is Rylan," the satyr adds. He reaches down to gently hold Ty's chin between three fingers, tilting the boy's face up. Ty does as he's shown, and his eyes meet the dark, endless voids of Rylan's own.
"You'd make a good satyr, you know." Rylan glances down at the witch. He sinks three fingers into her sopping cunt, quickly covering them in cum and fluid, before he pulls them out and lifts them to Ty's lips. The boy doesn't object as Rylan presses those fingers into his lips, and he tastes his own cum, among that of the satyrs who went before him. "You have a nice spirit. If you're not too committed with this witch of yours...you could join us." The satyr's lips purse in a tiny smile. "Join me. I do promise, it'll be worth you while."