Dan stands there feeling his hormones race as before him he knows this female is his sister, but being a true satyr, such thoughts of morality he tossed to the wind.
Beckoning mental thoughts direct Kat to come closer, she soon is standing so close to what was her brother, she can feel the prickly coarseness of his goat wool pricking her own skin.
"Sister, you wanted something like me to be real, to come to you, I heard you wishing for it many an evening as you laid there in bed.
Your wish has come true, here, as what you made of me is that immoral and unholy animal man you would like to ravish you and rut you silly.
You being female is all that counts to me now, relations and family mean nothing to a goat and as little to one being a satyr. To me you are but something of a sensual and bestial conquest, nothing more, and I shall treat you as rough like as what you wanted some satyr type to treat you; now come to me, press that hot female body close to mine and feel my passion." Said Dan, his cold glaring stare held even his evil, wicked sister in the grasp of his merciless aura.
Whimpering, Kat inched herself closer, so close she felt a need to wrap her hands about the chest of what was her brother, but by her own diverse witch mind, she made of a living person something evil, and with a soul made vile as was his body.
"No...," Kat pleaded, she felt the rising up and out of a fur covered sheath the stout and hot red rod of one very male goat shaft.
"Yes, sister, see it, see how from it oozes now the clear slime made to lube a female into accepting what she wants but might feel some sense of forbidding. If you really want to feel the ravishment of a satyr upon your body, then open your mouth and take it in, suck on it and soon, you and I shall both look like brother and sister, we as satyrs together!" Dan, in his satyr mindset, set before his sister what she did often have her late night fantasy, but never did she wish or want to become as is a satyr!