I live outside of the forest with my mistress. Our house is a quaint stone cottage long-abandoned by humans. This part of the forest has been known to be mysteriously sinful, with tales of witches' orgies and black sabbaths well-told. That's what brought us both here.
Satyrs are drawn to areas of high perversion by instinct, and as a kid-satyr i walked for countless days, lead through the forests in a daze by my cock-compass pointing the way. My mistress is a succubus who was responsible for draining all of the area human males of their vitality. At that point she adapted to her feminine surroundings and grew herself a demonic dick to extract energy from the women of the area. Her unique pheromones and embodiment of lust drew me like a magnet, and our mutual insatiable sexual appetites have kept us together for years.
Being a satyr, i am always inhumanly horny. my mistress is the same. both satyrs and succubi live off of sexual energies, and we we have found a way to extract what we need from each other. On a typical morning, the sun shines in through the windows and the birds chirp happily outside.
The moans from the mouths of my mistress and i are the only other sounds heard around our little country house. She has me contorted on the floor, my muscular shoulders and upper back to the ground but my firm ass in the air with my legs stretched and cloven hooves touching the ground beside my head. My pale blue skin shines with sweat and saliva in the sun, a little precum leaking from my quivering cock onto my face. Her fat demon-dick is buried in my tight blue asshole, stretching me out like the little slut satyr i am.