Translations:Codex: Satyr Slave/46/en

After an indeterminate amount of time, the satyr pulls you off his cock, catching you in the face with the last few squirts. You stare blankly as his warm seed coats your face, splattering across your visage and dripping onto your robes. Taking advantage of your state, he squeezes himself dry across your clothed breasts and wipes himself off with your hair. You feel his clawed hand affectionately pat your cheek, rousing you from your fucked-silly stupor.