Translations:Codex: Satyr Slave/115/en

You can’t. stop. cumming. Every savage thrust into your overfull cunt is like a spear right through your brain, shuttering all thought save for mindless pleasure. You’re almost crying with joy, and the expression on your face, under your druidic markings, is one of rapturous ecstasy. When you feel Yenn’s heartbeat in your womb through the pulsing of his cock, you realize: you’re in love. That’s what this feeling is; you’d never known. He rides you all throughout your never-ending orgasm, getting closer and closer himself until he roughly turns you around and slams you down on your back.