Ejnor grinned, and looked at the glistening symbol on his leg. "Is that a rune?" he asked with a side look towards Silmeria. Moaning again as she sucked on his sensitive ears, and then kissed her fiercely as she rode him over and over again. "If so, I just might match the stamina of our goat friend here." he said, temporarily breaking the kiss before resuming it.
Gorstag only grinned as he continued to finger-fuck the wood nymph. "You wish, elf. My stamina, like all my kind is legendary. You try beating that even with magic."
"Is that a challenge?" Ejnor put out, before grinding his hips harder into Silmeria's. "We shall see, goat boy."
Gwilwilethneth soon came under Gorstag's administrations and before she could fully recover, the satyr was inside of her again, pumping away like a wild man, or rather a wild goat man. "You're on." he bet to himself silently the wood elf wouldn't last another hour. At this rate the satyr could go all night. He'd done so plenty of times before. Why would now be any different?