You go to Rachel, she looking at you, you as much a goat as is she but you being male, your scent mingles with her scent and both feel for the first time that true bestial urge.
Sporting an erection so taunt, so black, so very long, the sensation of it commands you to try to quell it before it should destroy your mind. Stepping toward Rachel, as she tuns and lets you sniff first her flat rump, the urge again asserts in you the need to lick her most sensual place.
Rank the scent and radical the blatant act of oral touching to her weeping, quivering vaginal opening. What long hence taught lessons of human hygiene seem to be as if worthless now and something to never again give it any heed. The moving closer, the tip of your nostrils touch her vaginal lips, the tongue perking out to give her a few more licks, the flavor as much a horrid taste as what you have remaining still from drinking the satyr wine.
A short moment of guilt tests your soul, as if by so doing you need to affirm whether you be now as an animal, or still wish to be yet as is a man when having sex with she your mate.
She bleating with the sound of her own nagging sexual pangs demanding she act as she is, she a beast, animal, goat, and crazy for to feel and have sex with any male alive, or dead!
The bleat, its sounds as pitiful as your own, as much the sensing of loneliness bunched into your mind, being animal now you are sole to yourself, feeling nothing for Rachel other than to want to mate, rut, thrust, and hump her with wild delight.
Mounting her rump was easy! Thrusting and blind poking of that hot black rod of male flesh is what becomes a personal trail as to the errors of your bestial ways. Grunting as with thrusting, seeking for that cock-head to touch a warm and moist place, you ram it bluntly waiting for the feel. That true feeling when it finally happens, the sensation as the cock-head presses past and between those lusty lips of goat sex.
Nothing you ever knew of felt, feels like does this, the hairy rump and brushing tail glides across your furry belly, arousing you with its touch and keeping your instilled rod sleek and rigid.
Screaming with panic laden wild bleats as you continue to thrust ever deeper into the rump and womb of she,Rachel the nanny. Wild eyes show the mental and physical strain of this sexual act, you feel your cock go deep, buried so far that the hairy sheath is about to enter into the vagina too!
The cock wiggles within her body, as her with animal female vaginal muscles grips the invading rod, holding it within her body as if she somehow would suck the cock dry.
Huffing in unison, she pushing back at the invading male member. You as well groaning with every forward thrust, feels the length of cock as ever so perfect, the becoming as such a beast was first as non-consenting, but with gaining of such sensations your ideals have changed like did your bodies.
Rachel turns her head as it remains hung low a sign of her submission to her mate. She looks back and along her hairy flanks t he who continues to rut her wildly, she bleating, cries to her lover, begging of him to keep going, bringing them both to orgasms galore.
The fiendish satyr clan standing around and waiting nervously for their turn at her rump, all sigh and give up, seeing other as willing vaginal lips offered there by they of their kind.
Minerva and her Satyress sister Skye stand there watching, wild with lust to get their try at this horny male goat they knew first when he was still a man. While rutting in Rachel, it is Skye that comes close, she kneeling beside you, begins to finger fondle your larger balls.
"Big balls, he holds a great deal of semen in these," Skye remarks to her Satyress friend.
Minerva turns down two amiable male Satyrs wishing to do her body as much injustice as they possibly could, they being as horny as was, is you!
"Finish her my friend, then do that to me, rutting me mad and mindless, do me and then be pleased to come back and do me several times more, please!"