You struggle…knowing you can’t just give into your new instincts, and you have to reverse this somehow. So you knee one of the Satyrs in the Balls and turn to run.
“OWW…get her mates…she’s a rough one, I’m gonna love to break her in “ The Satyr says wincing and, you swear you see him smiling too.
Running through the woods dark and lonely you feel an urge for companionship, or at least attention as the Satyr’s give chase your at the edge of the woods as they close and you see a number of places you could run and hide. Strangely many of them appeal to some sexual urges you have.
But you have to resist and find your way out if you can, still the troupe of Satyr are tempting. Your male mind is being pulled in apart by desires…