Never going back….The Festival
The Festival… As the sun disappeared behind the mountains satyrs, centaur, minators and fairies came out of the woods with all sorts of food and drink. They greeted each other as lutes and flutes played and they started dancing. They ate, they drank, they laughed, they hugged and kissed; I even received some attention mostly from the fairies. They were rather festive and after a couple of hours the festivities really started, what ever had been added to the wine had they all worked up and excited. I had read about orgies but had never seen one let alone a weird one like this. Centaurs were fucking minators, minators fucking centaurs as satyrs mixed it up with everyone. It was strange seeing them lick and suck one another and screwing each other; it wasn’t only …