Something in the mind suggests the real need is to ingest food, but the thought of licking out the deep confines of the Satyress pussy is not all that inviting from the flavors. Instead her dark nipples on her lovely tits makes your mind to swoon and licking of lips, you then lurch forward, driving deeper inside her your stout goatish-satyr size cock. As your lips grab at her right nipple she smiles and says, Fine, you might like the flavor of my milk, but the suckling of me come with a price!"
Price, cost, whatever comes, the want for food drives on the continued attack to ingest her nutritious Satyress milk.
"Yum," as her milk flows and the creamy consistency of it adds to the odd flavors of vaginal expelled juices and Satyress milk to form a type of bestial poison.
"Do you feel a warming inside your chest, your guts, your groin?" She asked.
True enough, there begins a warming of you as if from the inside out your satyr self is changing again.
"What is happening, I need your milk, but it has a flavor of something making me wary of my body becoming different again..., oh, ah, how can a satyr feel so horny?" You asked.