"My Queen," said Monica, she as well part goat, a Satyress, made by Circe as a gift to another royalty.
Damon turns to look as Circe stops and stands looking over her shoulder at the bold Satyress. "What is it?" Circe asked.
Monica strolls causually toward Damon. She is acting as sexy and slinky as she could with walking on her cloven hoofs across a polished marble rock floor. "This was a man, I trust, and he definately is more goat than being human. Do tell, what is his biggest thrill?" Monica asked, as she walked snug body to body with Damon, her right hand taking hold of his sheath as she gives its a squeeze.
Damon shivered at the touch of her hand to his sheath, arousing his goat/pony cock to move out from its sheath.
Monica felt the movement coming toward her and she rose up as high as she could standing on her goaty legs. Damon noticed her slinky move and his cock nestled at the lips to her pussy. Her warn as wet labia let the blunt head of the pony size cock enter, and she moaned as Damon shoved his body snuggly snug to her furry self.
A moment later and Monica began to wiggle as if the force of the invading cock was more than she liked the feelings. Damon stared at Monica as her whole bodily self became as raised almost off the floor, she held by his steel-hard libido.
"Ok, you proved your stud like ability, now put me down!" Monica groaned, as Damon made her to bouce, she held by his bloated girth and the sheer length of his animaistic cock.
"Enough Damon," said Circe, "Ejaculate in her and then come to my bed chamber!"
Some foreplay more and Damon let go a flow that startled the Satyress; as made many there in the court to laugh.