As the truck rolled into the drive a billy goat peered between the slats. A pretty setting it was even to a human made goat by a ruddy group of sex minded satyrs. You see the man an old man who signs the manifest and then orders his son to unload you.
Not a struggle do you give but walk easily down the plank and stand looking around getting your first scents of the farm.
A tug and you walk off with the youth as he pulls the rope tied about your neck. It is when you reach the barn that you make your first act of aggression.
Charging forward you butt the young man's knees dropping him face first into the barn's floor.
Quickly you jump ahead and stand straddling his dazed upturned face with a sheath made for play.
He grunts of discomfort but with each try to stand you move beckoning him to toy with your very sensual part.
As like in the glade your scent is as potent as those saytrs in drawing the devil out of a man. The youth begins to lay still and stare at your sheath. Slowly his hand comes up and begins to touch it with a strange disorganized, wondering look on his face.
He opens his moth moving closer to your sheath.
You want it as much now as back in the glade. The thought of being sucked into pleasure is almost as good as fucking. His lips wrap your sheath and tongue begins to purse about bringing wild satyric pleasure.
Your alluring body does the rest as soon a ritual of bestial sucking begins.