Translations:Codex: Satyr Slave/45/en

You feel a strange calmness descend over you as your hands fall by your sides, your mouth limply stretched around a fat, throbbing cock. Your muscles go slack, only further aiding the penetration of your throat. Your neck bulges obscenely, the outline of a pumping cumvein clearly visible from the outside. Your vision swims, then begins to darken, but you don’t even really notice. All you care about is the calming, soothing feeling of being filled to the brim with sticky, fertile sperm.