As a new recruit, Danielle was the most enthusiastic regarding sex. Simply, she was new. New to the pleasure and new to the satyrs. A little variety always felt good. The other nymphs were happy to have a little break too. Satyrs were hotties and great bed-warmers but a bit too demanding at times as well. And all nymphs, once deflowered by satyrs, were elated at being introduced to the great and multiple wonders of love-making. All the other nymphs were patient towards Danielle and as she quickly developed a fixation with smell, they renamed her Musk. The former male Daniel was at first annoyed but quickly stopped resisting his newfound urges. Soon, he couldn't care less and always looking for sexual satisfaction, pushed aside the thoughts of his previous life that pestered and hindered him in his discoveries of sensuality and sexual tastes. Sex as a female was so wonderful! Why did guys think they had all the fun and prowess anyway? As a nymph, Musk could stop a satyr from cumming or get him horny solely with a few strokes, caresses or glances. She could drive him mad with the lust he held for her and by denying him her ministrations, no matter how small. Refusing on a whim, with a saucy grin and coquettish sparkle in her wide blue eyes, to continue tending to the virile member or erogenous areas resulted in such creatures as prideful in their sexual prowesses as satyrs to become pleading or begging, any promises upon their lips. They were so easy to control and toy with! They really thought with their genitals only! Had she been as manipulable and fixated as a male? Well, now she was in charge and the satyrs brought her jewels, fine wraps, delectable wine and honeyed delicacies for her to find more time to share with each one. Quickly, touching and kissing a penis, no matter how large, and all satyrs were well-endowed as a rule, held no more ounce of revulsion for her. Quite the opposite, the more the virile member gorged itself with blood and seed, the more it twitched and throbbed with anticipation for a desperate release, the more the testicles appeared to pump semen and strength into the penis, the more the sexual arousal spread sweat and strong, musky and animal-like scents, the more her senses delighted the new nymph. The satyrs all had potent corporeal scents which could drive her wild with lust.
It seemed the genie had gifted her new nymph with more olfactive sensibilities than it was the case before. If the rich earthy smells of the grass and earth, the delicate perfumes of the pistils and flowers and the young chlorophyl of leaves and blades of grass, were delicious to inhale and prompted her to roll in the hills and grasses with abandon, the satyrs' potent fragrances enthralled her. It was worth the slaps on her thick buttocks administrated by unruly goat-men. Luckily, their massages were a lot more frequent and pleasant. Musk's new body, sun-tanned to display a heathy life outside, with curly inky hair, no body hair apart from her eyebrows and pouty lips perfect to caress the penis of satyrs while her tongue worked its magic during a fellatio. Her breasts were enormous and magical enough to remain up and bouncy with no lingerie. As for her hairless crotch, any hair would have hidden her thick, plump labia and delicate clitoris which were happy to part for any desiring satyr showing his interest with a full erection and sweet kisses. The satyrs had enough hair for two anyway and a soft skin was much more pleasant, even when rubbed against the coarse hair of a satyr. Their underarms were divine to breathe into and Musk made herself a specialty to inhale satyrs' pubes to then fondle their testicles and kiss and stroke delicately their penis. The moans of the satyrs were a joy to hear and they happily kissed her ample bosoms and buttocks in return. Every nymph had her specialty, and Musk had found hers. Even when bathing and in the waterfall shower a satyr could ask shyly for more and she came to realize sex in the water could be just as pleasurable.
The genie smiled. Looked like Musk was adjusting fully to her new lifestyle. Her satyrs were calmer at work and it would be a while before another nymph had to be recruited. Moreover, after the end of the century, so used to having orgasm after orgasm and a life without worries, just pleasures, it was doubtful Musk would be anywhere near interested in becoming a human male again.