"Walk with me," she said, "As now that you cannot return home and be accepted for what I made of you; allow me then to offer you sensual pleasures, the like you have just begun to enjoy. My plan for you is in two parts, first and foremost is of your continued allegiance of tending to my pleasured needs. The secondary portion of what I want you to do is of tempting others; those I dislike, and entrapping them, defaming, and causing their bodies to looking similar to your physical form.
I note your manners have changed, you being a naked satyr, likes to fondle your sheath when listening and thinking.
Oh it is perfectly fine to do such absent minded toying, you now being a mythological animal. You might be thinking of your self as different but still human, however, the goat animal portion of you is more controlling. Yours is a life of seeking sensual pleasures, as social vows of friendships will cease to matter, similar to a Billy goat during rut as he mates with dozens of Does.
Your one retained allegiance is to me, as being at my beckoned call to tend to me and I to you!
During my life I have enjoyed many such lovers like you, the last being a Taur pony stallion. He thrill his senses with wants for pony mares and forgot me. His lusts changed and so my delights faded, giving me reason to further along his transition to being more a pony animal, until I sold him to a Mule breeder stud farm. Interestingly, he seemed as not bothered by his lost humanity, and readily accepted his new role as a teaser stud. How he then would walk around everywhere with his cock at half flag erect, letting it wag, swing, and slap at his hind legs. He would masturbate twice as many times more than would a real-born stallion, becoming horny to where he frothed about his muzzle when near a mare in estrus.
I expect from you of a similar wanting of me more than breeding with doe goats.
When I was very young and tried allowing of big dog sire to mount and mate me, they were brutish, and held no concern if they might injure or hurt me. For this reason I decided to create my preferred mate from kindly males, and gifting them, as I did you with being partially an animal. Goats as Satyrs are uproarious lusty males, and can mate with me for many continuing hours; those big goaty balls make you as sexually insatiable, when we arrive to my manor, then I shall spark your lust for want of mating me.
Oh, say what, you feeling an urge, as can smell of a goat scent in the breeze?
It has aroused your cock to becoming erect. I should have you ignore the smell, but you need to hewn your goat style pleasures, and what a better way for a new satyr than to wanting of breeding with tight cunt, doe goats. Now run, seek and find the goat herd ahead from here, but come when I call or expect then the reward of remaining a herd sire!
Yes Jake, run, gallop, follow where your cock points the way to perdition and continuing fornicating pleasures.
Ah Jake, so young and foolish, as what say that while he mates, and breeding, that his body fur spreads, engulfing my lover in a pelt of goat fur before we mate...?
I like a furry lover, as a warm male body can comfort me, and arouse me well. Jake has his Billy goat satyr techniques to try as learn before then his fun cum spewing inside me. What if, that I spellbind Jake to enriching his semen, causing it to thicken, being the consistency of creamy pudding, and enhance his ejaculating sensation to beguile a delight for a harsh, balls wrenching sensation. Why not, a little maleness discomfort when ejaculating helps instill males to lust for their surge discomforts.
Oh Jake, as your first doe you mate, shall be a well relished and remembered event!
There he goes, my Jake just leaped a pasture fence. Go Jake go, chase after a doe goat; but then if gifted an aura scent to alure of any nearby female to feel an undeniable urge to accepting of Jake as being their mate, might do him well in future endeavors.
Jake, my Jake, oh to see you out there, as humped sheath deep and wildly thrusting, my satyr likes his being a buck goat!
Jake, Jake, as doing but one is nary enough; a born Billy goat of three years matured would delight then forty doe goats during one day. Now let me count the number of his prospective mates..., I total two hundred and ninety two does of mating ages. As mating forty in a day, young Jake could do well to stay on as a herd sire for then..., seven or eight days of continued fucking; hmm can my lusts wait that long for Jake to come when called?