Your attention is captured immediately by the female satyrs inside the glade. There are five of them, dancing and drinking. Three have already committed
themselves to an orgy with two of the males, and they twist and contort so wildly, they make the Kama Sutra look like a Richard Simmons workout book.
Cedius gives you a knowing look. “Truly, you are a man of great passion.” He leads you into the glade toward two female satyrs, one bearing lustrous brown hair
and fur, the other blonde. Their bodies are beyond your most vivid wet dreams. You become almost painfully erect from the mere sight of them.
The blonde wraps her arms around your neck, brushing her bare privates against the straining crotch of your jeans. “Greetings. I am Minerva.” Without another
word, she presses her lips to yours and kisses you intimately, as though you were lovers of a million years. Your hands feel her irresistible curves, tracing a line
from the skin of her waist to the fur of her ass.
The hands of the brunette reach to your waist, pulling your T-shirt free. “Hello, lover. Call me Skye.” Skye strokes your slightly hairy chest without shame, stopping
her journey to rub at your stiffening nipple. She licks at your ear as your right hand strays to her full right breast.
Minerva breaks the kiss, and you open your eyes to see Rachel in the distance. She is in the company of two male satyrs, though she merely dances between them.
She makes no move to touch them, nor do they accost her. You smile in appreciation of her graceful movements, and know the satyrs are in for a treat when she
accepts a wooden flute from one of them.
Minerva looks in Rachel’s direction. “Is she your lover?”
“Uh…no. That is, I…”
Skye strokes your clean-shaven face. “You feel strongly about her, don’t you?”
You nod. “I don’t think it’s mutual. It’s so hard to read her sometimes.”
Minerva shifts your view back to her vivid brown eyes. “It is not our nature to force humans to couple with us. If you will, do so of your own free will.”
You look back to Rachel, dancing up a storm and filling the air with enchanting melodies. She looks like she was meant to do this, meant to entertain these
creatures of myth and magic. She kicks off her shoes as she dances and stomps, her audience downing wine from phallic flagons and stroking themselves.
A knot forms in your throat. You swallow hard, forcing your pride and feelings into the pit of your stomach. Taking Skye’s chin in your hand and kissing her deeply
averts your attention from Rachel’s spectacle. Your tongues dance a passionate waltz as nimble hands deftly undo your belt and jeans. Skye busies herself with
your stiff nipples as your briefs are pulled away. Both satyresses guide you gently to the grass as Minerva caresses every inch of your manhood with soft, practiced
hands.
You release your mouth from Skye’s, drunk with desire. Minerva laps slowly at the base of your shaft, licking a trail slowly to your cock head as you roll your
tongue around Skye’s firm, sweet nipple.
Amazingly, Skye pushes you away. “You are our guest,” she whispers. “Allow us to pleasure you only.” Her mouth closes over one of your nipples as she kneads
your sack like bakery dough.
Minerva looks up at you as she licks your tense tip. “Tell us you will accept our pleasure.” Her mouth hovers millimeters from your erection.
You lean back in the grass, arms flayed hopelessly to your sides. “Yes…I want you…”
Minerva smiles. “Be blessed, with all the gifts Pan has to offer.” Slowly, sensuously, she slides her mouth down onto your cock, taking your length completely into
her throat.
You moan in rapture as the two satyr women suck and lick and grope you into ecstasy. Your testicles feel suddenly leaden, and you bellow like a beast as you
explode inside Minerva’s mouth. She clamps on to the hilt, drinking your cum like champagne.
The women quickly switch positions, stopping for a brief lesbian kiss as Skye strokes you immediately back to hardness. You watch across the field through the
tingling warmth of afterglow as Rachel dances closer to her satyr audience, offering no resistance as they remove her blouse and bra. Her firm breasts bounce with
her dance, and you could almost swear they were growing as the satyrs touched and licked at them. You wish you could be there with them, with Rachel, even as
heat rises in your privates and wetness closes around your cock.
Skye’s motions are slower, more deliberate. You wish she’d never stop sucking you; whatever she’s doing, it’s giving you more pleasure than you thought
possible. Minerva’s horns rub gently along your skin as she crawls to your ears, licking up and down the center ridge as they seem to pull with her.
You thrust your hips up with Skye’s motions, swelling your cock slightly with each motion, and feel amazed when it seems to stay that way. She continues fondling
your full testicles, and begins getting less of a handful with each second.
Minerva licks at your burning ears, giggling. “You know what’s happening, don’t you?”
You can only shake your head, and Minerva props you up in front of her. She braces her breasts against your back, rubbing them along your flesh as she reaches
to finger your nipples. You glimpse a thick mound of your pubic hair spreading out to cover your entire front. A small fold of skin begins merging with your belly as
Skye props herself forward on all fours. A free hand grips yours and guides it to your ear. You feel its furry contours, and gasp in amazement when you touch the
pointed tip.
“I’m…I’m a…” You can feel your penis swelling and stretching, growing inside the satyress’ mouth.
Minerva leans to your ear, whispering as she rubs your thick nipples. “A satyr. You’re turning into a hard, handsome satyr.”
The sensations become too much. Your transformed balls pump more semen than you thought imaginable into Skye’s mouth. She deep-throats you to swallow it
all before sliding her mouth from your new organ. It extends almost a foot in length, surrounded at the base with a thick protective sheath and a dense forest of
curly brown fur.
“Mmm,” Skye moans, licking her lips. “He even tastes like a satyr.” She kisses her companion to let her taste.
Your attention is diverted to the revelry across the field. Rachel’s breasts really were growing, to a firm DD cup size. She dances freely and without need for
direction, her hands brushing the cocks of the satyrs around her. She appears to have lost her glasses, and you can see even at this distance that her eyes have
turned a rich brown hue. Her ears have changed like yours, furred and twitching playfully. Her brown hair is growing before your eyes into a thick, long mane,
complementing the thick mat of brown fur that now rings her crotch and spreads down her legs.
Minerva and Skye stroke you to hardness again, and take turns kissing you. “Now, lover, comes the next part of your changes,” Skye cooed. “All you need do is
mount one of us, and you will become a full satyr.”
Rachel looks back at that moment, locking her gaze with yours. She purses her lips together, kissing you delicately from afar. You feel her mind beckon you to her,
and your heart and cock ache with desire.
Minerva whispers in your ear. “Who will you couple with, satyr?”