Eric as the lustful Satyress known to all there at the mansion then was Erica. The jetting water soothed as it cleaned, removing infectious semen that as each bit of male sperm died in her, her unquenched madness would return.
Slowly, but continuously the flood of chilly water helped Eric to think clearly, his memories of how Circe so brutally had changed him. He/she/he set down, pressing inside her satyric hot pussy the nozzle jetting cold water normally meant to give life to the fish swimming about in a deep pool.
Momentary sanity returned and with it came the realization of what the vile minded Circe head made of a youthful male human. He thought back to his frightful moments as he set in waiting, ready to knife the witch and stuff a plastic bag over her head and do the bitch in!
Icy cold ground water pumped with force deep inside the vaginal folds, up and filling the soiled womb that could never bare young, but drove Eric mad with lust and a insatiable need for more, more, and more sexual pleasure.
It was that one worthwhile idea that stuck firmly in his young mind, he knew all would be better for so many if he only might get lucky and kill, Circe.
Standing up and away, then off the jetting stream of icy cold water, and that same lusty desire quickly returned.
"No, no," thought Eric, he/she/he wanted his own bodily self back to the way it was when he came to the mansion; yet he/she/he knew that was impossible.
The return to the jetting fountain and Eric using her most seductive sounding of voice did ask a passing Minotaur on his guard duty, requesting the male beast to get her a bowl of ice from the kitchen.
Soon after asking, Erica lay on her back over a deck chair, and her Minotaur friend did help her poke in her sensual depths one ice cube after another.
When her womb set chucked full of slowly melting ice, Eric knew he/she/he had some sane time to carry out the original plan and stop this witch named Circe from doing to others, as she had done to him!