If she was a mortal girl who’d strayed into my camp I’d rape her just the same. xxvideo They’re not female fantasies in the same way that nymphs are male ones. It’s evening, and the satyrs are already very drunk. I love Ariadne as much as I’m capable of loving anyone. In the back of her mind she’s cold, and underneath that she’s pushing down a thrill of arousal that she doesn’t fully understand. I take the wine from the tray and savour a sip as I look over her body. She lands hard. As I walk through the camp I glance over and see one of them ramming his giant cock into a crying nymph.
