"Could you cum for me dear boy," asked the witch as she eyed more closely her changes made to Jake's masculinity.
"Dah, me do what, as come closer, but you are every close to me now," said Jake, his voice a bit shaky. "Just how close is close, like you wish to hug me?"
The witch of a woman then smiled. "No dear satyr boy, what I need to see is of how much you now can ejaculate, your genitals being now equal to those of a Billy goat, and herd sire."
"Really, as my balls weigh heavily in my groin, and the touching or them tends to arouse me; but me masturbate here in front of you, for real?" Jake asked with a sense of politeness, and due respect for her a real witch. "I am a satyr, right, so is this for me my permanent self now, as I ask because your feminine scent is arousing to me. I feel an urge to sniff at you, as would a herd sire take a whiff to his respective mate. Of such, what I feel is an instinctive desire, the animal part of me has begun to controlling me."
"Do you want me to give your sheath a stroking to begin your masturbating," asked the witch as she reached her tender hand to stroke the length from his groin, to the open end of his sheath.
"Oh, oh, as wow your one stroke did send an urge through me, as seeing is believing, my penis is that like a goat has, as is, and I should not, but do like it so very much. Oh yeah, as being a satyr my penis is a cock, and my desire is for wanting to know sex. As see me dripping of pre-cum, and my balls are boiling of want to discharge. Please, stroke me once more and then stand back." Jake said as he felt his body turning treacherously sexual and liking of anything to pleasing his gender.