Yes it was me, sad to admit it, but I like so many other men did see this Demoness as if a god sent dream of sexual delight.
We, she and I had several days and as many nights of constant and continued sensual pleasuring times.
She wove her story of being like I saw her, a Satyress creature of mostly goat and some of what is best loved of those that are as women.
Lysaila had me by the nuts and began to squeeze from me my humanity and my want to be part of the human race.
When on the sixth night of our wild orgy, she had me as from the waist down I knew myself to be the likeness of a black furry bull bovine.
She granted to me a two foot long penis, a furry sheath and furry oval, pointed ears.
We frolicked long and me longer where it counts, I drilled in her as deep as she could bare.
It began to sink in when my lips turn black, unmobilized enough to speak and my head changed as well, it being one like a yearling bull.
As black thick fur did sweep to cover me entirely, I had a moment of sanity well up, and seeing Lysaila for what she was, I made her a sensual suggesting.
Running on uncoordinated cloven hooves and bovine legs to my garage, i retrieved from there a long necked funnel.
As she lay across my still changing lap, she closed her eyes and felt me insert the funnel down into her woolly pussy.
Suddenly all was not such a fun and funny sensation, as Lysaila popped her head up, feeling a chilly liquid pouring down the funnel and filling her pussy full of 89 octane lawnmower gasoline.
She lit out on the run before I could strike a match, causing her to have a woolly forest fire.
I told a friend, Kevin and he I consigned my belongings, as what Lysaila began did continue, and for the sake of those who would be as foolish as I, I wish you to view a picture of me feeling foolish.