Emily looked up at the strange sight. She had seen satyr's in stories of Greek myths but never in her born days did she believe such creatures exsisted.
The satyr took a stance with his woolly legs spread apart he cupped hus big balls with one hand and said, "There is still enough for two more rounds, if you want?"
Emily hoisted herself to leaning on her elbows and looked down the front of her naked body. Then as she heard the Satyr's invitation she went to a sitting position in the straw. A tickling feeling between her legs brought the sight of creamy yellow goat semen seeping from her vagina into the straw. "You raped me!" yelled Emily.
"Well I look at it as I edowed you with my passion and blessed you with a pint of my best seed. Now if you come to me a with a suck of my passion your thoughts and form will join as if mine. We will walk together as mates in a richer world os senualness and raw passion!" offered the Satyr with one hand stretched out of becon her approach.
Emily rolled over and quickly got to her feet. A quick grab at her clothes she took off on a run. Out the barn she ran and to the house and safety she went. Once inside the dwelling she darted into the half bath by the back door and proceeded to wash up.
A wash cloth was just full on that Satyr's yellow semen as she wrung out the cloth under hot water again and again. Finally she dressed and a quick brush of her hair she walked into the house and upstairs to her own bathroom and shower.
The steaming shower seemed to wash all filth of those minutes she had been with that animal. As that tickle struck again she unscrewed the shower head from the flexible tube and proceeded to ram the water jetting hose up her vagina for a rinse.
The feeling of the hose reminded her of his penetration. As the water flowed in, around, and streamed out of her slit she moaned in absolute desire. A shiver of sensual thought ran over her body and the offer of that creature to join him in body and mind began to sound very good.
Just thin a cold realization of her world hit as her father started a load of hot water laundry and Emily's hot water vanished. The ice coldness of the water brought her wandering mind back to a cold resolution. Pulling the shower's hose from her body the cold water poured from her slit and gave that same sensual feeling again.
A call from her father that he was going to the Tractor Supply Store for parts sent her srambling to reach the doorway and beg to go with him. As she entered the hallway she heard his truck start up and drive out the driveway to be on his way.
Emily did not want to be left alone on the farm if that creature was lurking about. She was afraid that it might lure her back into that passionate feeling and in that state of sexual lust her courage and humanity might be gone forever.