His was a gift worth to inspire Henry or any of his victims to sin, and enjoy the sense of rapture. Henry felt thrilled after he enjoyed having had sex copulation with a born animal, a virgin doe deer. As with hoofed animals they parted and the doe wandered away, leaving Henry to walk along stroking his furred sheath.
As with stroking his sheath the sensuality worked to arouse his satyr goat cock, and as it began to seep pre-cum, he felt a longing for having Betty at his side. When from his handling his stout cock thee pre ceased and it spit then four steams of ejaculated semen, Henry about fainted. Staggering, he walked along the babbling creek, pushing back branches of bushes growing beside the moving water.
Horny feelings arouse from the gentle breezes flicking his goat fur, tickling at his sensual body. He felt from feeling horny a growing need, and thinking about it made Henry to salivate. He felt the drips of saliva roll over his lips, and it made him to smile, realizing his salivating was what animals did when inspired for want of food or sex.
Just about then, Henry heard the sounds of voices ahead. The sounds of laughter and giggles and soft sounding talking said by voices was reasons enough for him giving the breeze a sniff; as Henry knew to be human females, and maybe his next possible victims.
Henry when all human was in the fall a hunter, and having become a satyr, those hunting skills could work wonders.
He encroached closer to the sounds of young voices, and when he got very close, he let his bodily self settle with quiet ease to his lying on the ground. Waiting and being a satyr in close proximity to a female was not an easy task.
As Henry laid there salivating, his cock erect and bobbing, stood stout, he overheard a girl say that nature was calling.
He rose to a sitting position, as capable to leap or stand, whatever was the need to lay captive a female.
The rustling of bushes as the girl worked her way toward a place of relative privacy brought her to come and stand beside a tall Oak tree. Henry watched from behind the same tree, he being silent, waiting, as the girl squatted to pee, he stood ready. When she finished her duty, she stood up hunched and reaching for a broad leaf to wipe, as Henry, his cock at the ready, he grabbed the girl about her waist with both of his furry hands.
Naturally, the girl squealed from surprise, but her friends began to laugh, as thinking she had done something foolish.
As a real Satyr stepped up behind the doubled over girl, that stout cock was aimed from practice. Slowly the blunt distal end of his cock spread the virgin lips to encompass the invading male member. His victim knew from see the furred hands that her attacker was not human, and therefore if she were raped, she could not become as pregnant.
Luck seemed to be with Henry and his victim, as she did not struggle but stood hunched over forward, her pretty, pink pussy availed for an ease of entry. Henry thrust ever so slowly at first, wanting to test the girl as if she were to scream from fright his fun would be short lived.
“Any trouble there Sally,” asked a girl of her friend off by herself in the pucker-brush.
“No, just, ah… fine, Slipped my footing,” Sally replied, as had to moan when the invading cock touched her deep set cervix. As what was deep inside of her felt wild and fine, she let Henry take her.
“What are you…,” Sally whispered?
“A friendly Satyr,” Henry replied!
“Satyrs are of fiction, let me reach back and give you a feel,” Sally asked?
Henry said little when two petite hands reached directly behind her cute butt, and grabbed at, holding as one hand did cup, she felt of his large satyr balls. “Oh…, wow as really, and you are naked, feel furry and got big balls. Oh, oh yes please do continue!” Sally said as Henry felt as blessed.