Seeing Emily's inviting position, the goat moved behind her. As he nuzzled her crotch, Emily bacame hotter and wetter. She undid her blouse and began massaging her chest as the goat probed and licked through her jeans.
Emily was too lost in her pleasure to comprehend what was taking place behind her as the goat's upper body reformed into a more human shape. She hardly cared as the creature's hands (not hooves), undid her pants and slid them down her thighs. Her soaked panties soon followed.
Deep down, in that dark place she never dared to go, Emily understood what was going to happen. She couldn't stop though. No, she WANTED it to happen! She want this buck to take her!
And that was just what he did. As the creature slid his long cock into her, Emily let out a soft moan of pleasure. He pumped her hard, and she begged for more. The caresses she felt over her body confused her and the creature's hot breath tickled her neck. Was he whispering to her?
Emily turned around and realied for the first time what her lover was. A satyr!
A human face smiled at her, framed by long curved horns and furry ears. Emily knew, and surely felt, that the creature's lower body remained in goat form - except of course LARGER.
The beast continued to rut her and Emily felt her human mind slip away. All that mattered was the pleasure. To revel in it and golify Pan. Emily felt her lover tense and bleat loudly. She came with him in a thunderous orgasm as he filled her beyond overflowing.
Exhausted by the act, Emily collapsed in the soft hay that covered the floor of the barn.
When she came to, the satyr was looking at her with a satified smile.
"Hope you enjoyed that, the next part's even better."