The Catfolk is looking down at the ground trying to hide the erection in his pants, his tail whipping in aggitation. He couldn't make it go down. You smile and decide that his would be the best one to seduce first. He's tall, handsome and you'd love to see what one of his breed looks like without clothing (as what just transpired is in your other mindset). You stride up to him purposefully, ignoring the pale elf who is eyeing your. Not like she's going to get very far, a drow of your standing laying with a lowly surface elf. Purposterous! The halfing has a better chance.
In common you look up into his eyes as you speak, giving a friendly smile. "Having troubles there?"
"Um. uh..." He looks down at you and averts his eyes quickly, the color in his ears growing darker. he tries to hide himself more by pulling out his shirt and pulling it over the tent in his pants. "No.. it's just... uh.."
Wonderful! You realise that the hunk of exotic meat in front of you isn't all that quick. So you take the initiative and gently push his hands away, never looking away from his darting eyes. You grip the meat behind the cloth and feel it pulse. He tenses up but drops his hands in defeat. His eyes darting over to the scowling star elf instead. You catch the hint and whisper to him. "Why don't we take this somewhere more private? There we can make you... presentable."
Your hand never leaving his groin you lead him off into the trees. As you leave you notice the halfing approaching the elf and the human sighing into his palm. The satyr looks after you and runs his hand along his abs. Once out of sight of the others you weave a quick spell, and the catfolk finds his gauze coming undone, his pants falling to his ankles. You will your enchanted garments away and they are pulled into the bands on your wrists and ankles. Leaving you both bare to each other. You marval at the size of his malehood and fondle it for several moments before leaning down to tenderly lick it. You hear him whimper and you tilt your head to look up at him. Thankfully due to the height different between you there is no need to get down on your knees, allowing him to look at your firm ass with his wandering eyes. With your other hand you fondle his full balls and watch his tail whip back and forth. Closing your eyes you take the tip of his dick into your mouth and gently tease it with your tongue.
It's at this time that you feel something large and hot pressed between your dark cheeks, soft fur brushing against your balls as someone leans over your back and gently licks your neck. You swival your head to see the beared face of the satyr grinning at you. You smile back and look up at the catfolk who seems to be freaking out that there is now a third in your little trist. With a smile and your eyes you let him know it's okay and grind a little into the goatman as you beind running your tongue up and down the length in front of you. He fey pulls his bottle from his side and unstops it, taking a swig and pouring a little into your crack. A few whispers of sylvan magic and he offers the everflowing wine bottle to the catfolk. Who hesitantly takes a swig and almost instantly relaxes.
A thick head pushes at your pucker and although at first you fear it too large you find yourself opening to it. No pain at all you feel only pleasure as the wet wine finds it's way into your tunnel. The effects are almost instant and you feel more aroused then before, pushing yourself further back upon the meat. When the meat finds its way fullin into you time loses all meaning and what could have been minutes or even hours passes by.
The saytr pounding into you as you fully take the catfolks meat turns into you lifting the tail of the feline as he drives his meat into the fey. That melds into the larger male taking you as you take the goatman and several others forms, poses, chains and positions. When finally the pleasure builds up to an intensity that you never thought possible you find yourself thrusting into the catfolk while the satyr takes you yet again. Yelling out in the highborne tongue you hilt yourself, spasming and feeling the satyr drive himself even deeper. This causes your cresting orgasm to kick into hyperdrive and your dig your nails into the fur of the feline under you. Shooting your seed into him causes the large male to let out a roar that shook you deep to your core as his white jizz shot out his cock and rocketed to the tree that he braced himself on. All three shoot several times before coming down.
You pull yourself out of the cat who falls to the ground panting. The satyr lowers you to the ground but still remains inside of you. After a moment he begins to thrust again and you moan loadly as he does, the pleasure overtaking you yet again. He is soon jackhammering into your and your find the catfolk has crawled under you and is roughly licking your meat again. You find yourself quickly reaching your peak again and only a few minutes later are shooting out another load into the mouth of the feline. His own cock, pointing right in your face begins shooting again and covers your face and shoulders, as your insides recieve a fresh flood of fey seed.
This time you all three disengage to bask in the afterglow, the satyr pulls out leaving you with a sense of emptiness that you know will be filled again soon. Both of the other men licking the feline seed off your dark skin as you drift off into contented slumber. All three of their playerminds basking in a long needed release.