That moment when passions felt give adding of another into the greater wish, if only to satisfy their newly gained as maturing sensations of raw pleasure sees of fulfillment. She stared at him the foolish peeping-tom, as the Satyr male stands still throttling his large cock, venting the unspent semen out the end of his extended shaft.
The sudden thought to try and turn to run away begins with a rush of uncoordinated moves, a thrashing about, grabbing for that treasured book of spells.
A man runs as if the devil were in chase. Running fast, it was not enough and the sudden grasp of a furry hand encompassing a fleeting ankle and..., Even as they toss their peeper to the ground, she the new Satyress goes to kneeling with her furry pussy but an inch from her victim's mouth and nose.
"Scared, you have reason to be!" She said, "See here my master, our peeping-tom fellow is all red faced and scared of us."
Her sweaty groin is by then beginning to seep some of her highly infectious, as damning juices, the like from stories read can cause a man to change, being a satyr, a satyress, or completely becoming a buck goat.
That rank as musky, spicy scent was changing the mindset of her victim.
A rank Satyress looking down at him, as was her male Master and satyr looking over her shoulder, he waiting to see what she would do.
"Please let me up, your privates reek of beastly sex," said that weary foolish man, with his book still held in a tight grasp.
"He is changing dearest, see the hue of his skin even in this dim light, he is looking like a human having a deep summer tan." The satyr male said.
"Oh God no," exclaimed he who lay pinned to the dank ground by the weight of a Satyress.
"Please let me get up," the foolish as scared man said, he looking up to see the satyr stroking his thick, animalistic contoured shaft.
"You have such Soft and smooth skin, seems a shame if it were to change and be then leathery to the touch." She said, as wiggling his furry self ever closer to where the poor victim laid there with his eyes closed and not trying to breathe.
Finally in dire need and with the hope of her allowing their victim to sit up, the satyr male knelt behind the head of him lying, waiting for to join satyr perdition. Dangling then his mighty shaft, it reached low to where the victim could blow at it, or let it enter his mouth.
A long moment of silence fell over the satyr two lovers, as she the Satyress began her feeling at naked breasts, tickling her nipples before the one she dared to make her love.
The satyr still kneeling above his victim, took to looking at two human legs showing mighty changes, he stretched out long across her, his lover, himself up above her, eyed the cloven hoofs having just formed, adding soon another to his herd or harem.