Henry was feeling no sense of remorse for giving Sally his full length of bestial passion, as he tried to think of notions to suggest, beckoning her to be a part of his world.
"Huh, huh, huh, huh-ah-huh, as much I do adore the feel of you in me so deep, I don't wish to be as sexual fodder for a monster like you!" Sally said as she pushed the satyr off from laying on her, Sally forced his penis to pop free of her pussy.
A scream from Henry only proved his disgust with Sally. "You do that again to me and expect me to will- wish for your death, but it could come soon enough!" Henry scolding his mate about a slightly injured cock, as she tried to scramble out from under his caress.
Henry began a mad grasping of Sally about her waist; as she grabbed his penis, giving it a twist. As he did try, Henry could not pull her back under him, as anger turned to new thoughts of vaginal oral pleasuring. The plunge of a long as narrow goat tongue to slip inside and begin to tickle Sally where she moaned, finding the tickling felt so nice.
Soon, and Sally laid there stiff as a board. Her head looking up at arms raised, her legs spread wide, she closed her eyes and mentally drank in the sensual thrill she did not want.
Henry worked a satiric spell that became more like a curse to Sally as he drove her wild for begging him to being as bestial, as she wanted to forget about this immoral mayhem. As his nimble tongue slithered and stroked over sensual lips; and to probing of vaginal depths, Henry asserted a spell of acclimation and desire to his mate. The spell which Henry knew from being a satyr knew well how to use, whether this were the first encounter, or after several, it made Sally like the sensations.
Wagging her head as if to say stop, or no more, Sally laid there on the ground, she accepting as not fighting, while Henry plucked at her pubic hairs. As he lowered his head to allow his mouth to begin sucking, Sally stiffened her body.
Horrified from Henry molesting her and finding she liked the feelings, she tried to look around as hoping to see of anyone being near, or in sight.
“Tell me how you like it, this is not a terrible dream, you are becoming as naked and feeling wild delights, wanting me to rape you of your body and soul.” Henry said, he coaxing Sally to relax, as he planned to continue not matter what she tried.
Crawling then up as along her torso, Henry felt Sally shake her head as feeling of her impending doom.
Sally began to twist and turn. This was no dream scene of a satyr clutching her body and the sexual foreplay had her in a cold sweat. Moaning louder and louder did Sally while Henry had changed to fingering his nimble fingers, tracing the contours of her nether lips and the vagina, giving her a sexual wet dream of truly bestial pleasuring.
When aroused beyond her tolerance, Sally fainted, she waking shortly after her body went limp and Henry ceased his fondling. As her eyes opened, Henry was there, as he huffed like out of breathe from running he sat up, his desires were as clear to him yet for wanting of Sally.
Over and over did Henry begin anew, he took to rutting his penis like an exercise rerun from some horror movie.
Henry remembered another woman. He could remember to her words of hate for him who scorned her as he thought how ugly his words were to her. Slowing his thrusts and Henry began to feel a drive to find and enjoy sex with not a human, but more an animal. Sally was sweating now like a horse after a race, as Henry decided to her really aroused.
Sally was changing though she had not noticed, but the quick touch by Henry told of something about her was terribly different. She raised her head to butt foreheads with Henry, as then Sally moaned half of fear, half of pleasure.
There she saw swaying a hairy sack with two extra large testicles swinging about in time with how Henry was thrusting. A rolling wave of passion emanated from where she reaching did stroke her hand. As this caused of Henry the satyr to give a moan, as mutual heavy breathing began, as did lust begin to build higher and higher. She watched, seeing when he pulled back half out of her, Sally got a good look at a dark reddish-purple shaft protruded from the hairy pouch. Fingers and hands moved from stroking his hairy scrotum to feeling at the sheath-pouch, as she took to stroking the lengthening shaft.
A shake and shiver proved to bring on greater desire to mate with a male of any kind. As Henry and Sally both began to sweat again; just as she tried to crouch, while looking about for a plan of escape.
Silly thoughts of restraint made her to laugh as she readied herself to try as quell his lust he felt at the moment. At last when he was rigid, aroused to having a longer than normal penis hung out of the hairy pouch hung from his belly, Sally pulled the acorn nut shaped distal end. A shiver of sensation made Henry to coo like a Morning Dove as he felt his thrill given him by a soon to be Satyress!
Unknown by Sally, but she was changing. In he pressed until his hairy pouch rubbed into her juicy lips. Even as he thrust with a slowed rhythmic sensuality he had not tried, Sally laid there daydreaming about this time of arousing thrills, she quite undecided about what she felt or liked. She had not the view what Henry had, he eyeing her physical changes. A restful feeling of lolled ease and delight rolled over Sally, or did until Henry disturbed her peace.
“You are looking really defined as changing,” Henry remarked!
Sally felt it as her satyr pulled free from his cock holding her in place.
As she sat up and looking toward her house she saw to amazed eyes a friend walking toward them, it was Erica. As Henry took note of the visitor, he too noticed a gorgeous form what made his mouth to salivate at the thought of him being with her. As the closer she came closer, she took her cell phone and began to record a video of a real Satyr, molesting a woman and friend who showed distinct signs of her body re-configuring.
“Erica, please stay back, come no closer, he is rampant,” Sally yelped, but to her dismay the bold friend kept walking closer.
As Erica came to standing very close, Henry the satyr knelt on a hunched leg and in an instant he greeted her, "Good afternoon my dear, I see you are enjoying a look at our fun morning already!"
The eyes of a satyr met and held the returned stare of Erica, as after a long minute and to her everything went black. She would awaken soon after, as her friend and Henry both kneeling took to undressing of their unexpected visitor.
Sally worked as might a mind and body mesmerized, she in a trance doing just what her Satyr told her to do. When Erica awoke and she gazed upward for a second to see Sally standing with her furry legs, hind hocks, and goatish feet as straddling above the naked legs of her friend.
Erica noted a smile of acceptance by the Satyr as a second before he plunged his face into her crotch.
As slurping noises made the new Satyress to giggle with glee, she stepped over a revolted friend to then kneeling, placing her furred cunt over the gaped open mouth; forcing Erica to inhale foul vapors.
"Quite the creature of lust have we become today their Sally," Henry chided!
As then the satyr what was Henry began to make sounds as he suckled at nice shaped breast nipples, while thinking how nice Sally had changed. "Yumes ahh, yes, ummmm, huff puff, slurp," and on went his mouthing away with gusto!