You reached towards his cock, Joe's eyes widening as all he could do was stammer out. "W-what are you doing?" The fatigue weighing him down, the unchanged human unable to fight off the glorious Spartan that you had become. Your rich accent greeting his ears as you reply. "I am helping you accept this gift."
He was so pent up. Cheeks rosy red and body straining. He was begging for release yet still he tried to resist this forests bliss. Yet that resistance was broken by a single touch, your strong hand gripping the top of his cock and giving it a single stroke. Joe's dick leaking a steady stream of cum, pooling on the grass underneath him as he looked to the sky. "It feels so gooooood."
You smiled, he was learning to embrace these lands, and in turn the lands were embracing him. Fresh lines of hair appeared across his body. His pale and pudgy skin taking on a light tan. He was taking his first steps to a better life, but your guidance had yet to end.
"Do you enjoy this, the gifts of the gods?" Joe's smile starts to fade as he looks at himself. Knocking your hand away as he stumbles to his feet. "F-fuck. No! What the hell is all this!" His eyes are locked on your body, cock going from flaccid to erect in seconds as he stared at you. Appreciating your mythical stature while also fighting off the magic working within him.
"Do not resist, it is wonderful." You stretch your arms out, offering an embrace. Simultaneously showing off each inch of yourself. Your dark beard, strong body, thick legs. Everything that the gods had given you, and that Joe would soon receive. "I was like you, I resisted. But when I surrendered to the gods I was reborn as something greater. As one of their children. Come, let them make you into a creature of their temple."
Your greek voice cut through his hesitation. Joe collapsing in your embrace, slumped against your body as you hold him. Hearing his quiet whispers alongside the feeling of his cock rubbing against your leg. "Please... I need release..." You chuckle, whispering back. "The gods provide."
A bleat escapes the man's lips as your arm snakes down his chest and to his cock once more. The new devotee of the gods enduring the first touch as you work your hand on his dick. Stroking the top of his uncircumcised skin, rubbing it against his cockhead while your other hand runs through his increasingly curly hair.
Joe's brown strands becoming longer, locks of curls greeting your brawny hands as you continue to be his guide. Lowering your lips to his in a kiss. Your beard tickling his chin, and his hand now roaming down your own torso. Pressing against your strong chest, fingers tickling your being until they reach your own erect dick. His fingers wrapping around your shaft one by one, until he has a tight grip and begins to stroke.
To start he seems inexperienced, but as he continues he learns. Controlling the speed of his movements, knowing when to stop and slow to keep the pleasure at its highest. The two of you groaning besides each other as you're kept on edge. Joe's tanned body remaining rather thin, though a healthy spreading of hairs lines his upper chest. Treasure trail leading to his uncircumcised dick which finally reaches its limit. Blowing a load all over your hand as he wildly bucks and bleats, before going still so you can restart it all.
Jerking him for the third time, you were finally seeing noticeable progress within the man. His legs were thicker and hairier, though his upper body was still thin. The curls had stopped growing, but you felt some light bumps underneath the hair. He was becoming a fine creation, so much so that even his strokes improved. Your own groans and grunts reaching a breaking point as you shouted your climax, ropes of cum landing on your own chest and lower body.
"Don't worry. I'll clean it up." Joe says as he pushes your hand away from his cock. Bringing his mouth to your pecs. Lips nipping your skin and hairs, while one of his hands continues where you left off. Stroking his shaft which had become almost goat like, pressing fingers over the skin as he worked himself across your chest. He had gained experience beyond his years, teasing you with his mouth. Light bites and slurps as he slowly brought himself lower and lower. Hinting at what was to come as you stood tall and alert. A Spartan is used to being pleasured, and you are proud to be of use in this man's training.
As two goat horns curled around the top of his head, Joe finally reaches your cock. Holding it upright for his examination, before kissing the top of your tip. His larger lips embracing your manhood, tongue then licking alongside the skin. Drinking down each drip of spunk, then gently bringing a hand to your hairy balls. "You still have more in there, let me get that last bit out."
Joe wastes no time as he spreads his lips around your dick. His mouth molded for your cock. Able to hold the entirety of your Spartan glory as he deep throats himself in a single motion. Almost sucking on your shaft as you can't help but release your remaining spunk. The new satyr happily drinking it down, as his legs reshape to hooves. Goat cock spurting a monstrous load, as the fresh creation stood up tall and proud.
He had truly become a fine monster forged by the gods. Tanned skin, thin body, beautiful features. A satyr who lives to serve the strong beasts of the forest such as yourself. You ruffle his hair, and the new goatman blushes in response. "You have done well." Joe smiles, almost innocent in nature as a soft bleat escapes his throat. "I still need more experience. I should find the other satyrs." You nod. "A solid plan, satyr. Go. Make this temple proud."
Joe walks off further into the woods. You watch him leave, standing tall and ready to guard this sacred field, and welcome more mortals into the gods embrace.