Everything inside of me throbbed and contracted sweetly without this mind-blowing sensation of fullness. But I didn't suffer long. The satyr ran his fingers over my vulva, drawing circles around my clit and I almost whimpered because I wanted him to touch it. But no. The fingers moved lower... that is, in my case, because I was on my knees - higher, and gently slid inside.

I felt my muscles tighten as they wrapped around the satyr's fingers. He laughed softly.

- What are you ... close.

The powerful dignity of the dragon loomed before my face, and I wrapped my arm around it, feeling its tension and hardness, and...