Angeline led Damon to a small poor of naturally warmed water, as from Hell's heart came the heat to temper the water they bathed within.
The "Oh Damon," cries of a Satyress feeling the lust of a man transformed into more a boar hog. Damon, his cock similar of size to a stallion pony and owning a cork-screwing end what drove a goaty looking woman sensually insane. There was no passionate kisses only oral suckling of a male drinking breast milk, and a whore Satyress suckling boar cock. Lust was running wild without so much as a hint of feelings about love and what comes to bind an man with his woman.
Two heads ducking under the warm waters heated in Hell worked to arouse a Satyress for gaining all she could get the male to ram up inside her wanting body. Damon was as much the same as felt Angeline for him, as he did for her, theirs was the passion of two being more as are animals than of two people born being once as human.
The rolling lusts between two as unholy as could be of a boar-man and goat-woman, they struck a new meaning to the number "69".
Angeline held her breath as she dove under the water, she sucking on a screwed boar cock. Meanwhile Damon was kept busy with his mouth and lips compressed tight to the fur surrounded cunt of a Satyress, he tonguing as he was sucking, eating what came from her depths, some thick enough to need he chew it!
Hours passed, and a well trained Satyress knew no bounds to her sexual desires for feeling molested.
Damon did as midnight approached become as feeling sufficiently carnal due to the erotic nature shown to him, as given to him by Angeline. He pushed her away more than three times until she became aware of his dissatisfaction of her sexual body. "Enough already," groaned Damon," he spitting out thick congealed clods of pig semen mixed with rank Satyress pussy juices, until he began to choke as wanting to puke.
Angeline climbed out of the bathing pool and kicking up her hoofs at Damon, she as much brushed off anything to do with him from off her desires. Damon watched Angeline stride away, she dripping of water out her thick body fur.
"Would you like for a towel," said a soft voice to Damon, he turning then to see standing behind him another Satyress, a younger, as slim female being more a woman and less an animal and goat.
"Yes please, and thank you," said Damon as he graciously accepted a large white colored cloth towel. As Damon stepped up and strode out of the bathing pool, the young womanly satyr stepped up close to him, as she took hold the towel and began padding his bristly hide dry.
"Miss Angeline is more an animal than she is or ever was a person, I am Adele!" Said the young womanly Satyress. "You are Damon, the one of so few men who because of their demeanor would our Queen Circe lift them out of the sties to walk with her, as bed down with her. A few win her admiration and she gifts them they return to their homes, though still somewhat changed and less than as human as when they arrived.
Come tonight, and every time Circe beckons of you to service her wild and erotic needs, do whatever she says, and if you excel for her desires, some day you too might get the chance to return home and live as would a man."
"Thank you, I do like the way you pat my bristly hide dry, the bristles are quite coarse to the touch." Damon said, as about then the tower bells chimed, meaning Circe wanted her evening partner to arrive and show his abilities.
"Tomorrow, as afternoon when Circe tires of her molesting you and you your molesting of her, she will get up and leave you in her bed. It is then that the Great Satan shall arise and make his wants known. Expect him to insist that you go with him to the depths of hell. He shall show you some females, Satyress, Minotaur females, and/or a large breed of draft horse as a mare for you to fornicate with, the mare wanting to un-birth you, suck you inside her vulva lips.
If sucked inside the large mare body, know this that when you feel the urge to move; she shall expel you as if a thick turd.
Stay near the Minotaur female and she after having suckle her udder dry, she shall beckon of you to suckle her nipples, her teats, and from doing so, that what is of a hog shall drift apart. You could become either human again, or from beastly desires, asking or accepting, become as a all bull lover to your Minotaur female."
Damon listened intently, he feeling the soft patting of his coarse bristled body as drying to dried, and wishing her were again a human.