Huddled around their computers those of who Lucifer spoke await in fond hope and glee the impossible coming of thier own change to beastly form. Happy smile filled faces stare into the bright screens as has wring and sweat trickles down the foreheads.
Hope and dreams of lusting beastial or overly endowed forms to find sexual thrill in being what God above desired not for his creation.
"Ha, there see we have at our mercy!" called the master Demon of the acused host flying about the planet Earth.
"They sit and wait, they are ready, make them happy to imagine the joy of standing in beastly harness. Oh, but tell them of the pleasure to have a steel bit between their teeth. Do, oh do suggest the luxury as yet unrealized less one were born an animal to know the pains mixed with bleeding gums of being in bondage." says Lysaila to her spreading host.
A Master of deception she takes the form of a slender satyress to temp the lusty minds of men and sport with women as to the possible joy of being part in part with an animal.
Square of jaw, with shape pointed ears, black hoens of an African goat she dons black silky hair covering her in places made to suggest so sensual a touch. Aluring of men and women she stand up straight on the hind hooves, feet, and legs of a shapely female goat. Her tail up strait offers to those who would seek the sight of one filthy asshole, ready to assulted. Her pussy drips of bestial juices which their very touch would drive humans to lust.
A hand made to grasp one's soul and wrench it into her demonic plan. Lysaila is one creature to behold, but pray, pray your never blessed to see or touch what she physically offers.
Interested, or interesting is what I said as my finger touched the sensual form of this sweetest of charming Demons from Hell.
I gasped but to look upon her form. My male body twisted with desire as pulses of lust and hope of bestial pleasure grew in a human heart. As fingers touched and stroked the smooth muscled flesh a feeling of boldness I never knew before suggested I could be her master.
Oh but friend it was the other way around as she cast upon me a horrid spell. I found my body under attack, as flesh changed from human to beastly the lot was cast.
My tongue sought her juices as the maleness I was born with grew to a size deemed uncanny for a man. Skin smooth from birth darkened into a tough black hide worthy of life in the raw world. The slight of hair which sprouted my body spread and thickened as I drank her juices.
A mind and heart wishing only the best for those around me now builds with depraved lust and a desire to mount in dominance.
The hand of man which made, created and built the world to greatness now fondles her slit a cloven hoofs seeking some desire. True it is as hands and feet become those of the worldly born beast one's own simple hope for pleasure is lowered to grazing, humping. and standing atop a high hill to feel as if above the other beast in this field.
Now thoughts and memories fade as the once proud and special made man stands naked, shivering of fear, and awaiting a fate sealed in Hell. It makes me shake in fear as what was me comes to the fence beckoning me to show and share my maleness. It is one of Lysaila's host demons now plodding the earth seeking more for to join me in this field.
So the story begins anew, a man, a grown man stands with powers born of Hell. This man carries with him a book, an amulet, and is followed by a familier' in nanny goat form. He seeks those who would call upon his power to find what the world about does not yet offer.
This man's name is Zandus Havalot and he desires to offer you pleasure