She was a real wow to me, one of the best mated fun sessions of being a satyr. Maybe in the haste of the lust fun I forgot what satyr semen can do, as did before to some manly fellows, it caused then the huntress to see her future as wanting sexual pleasures similar to being a nymphomaniac.
Sarah was the name given to her by loving parents, though she told me of her name, asked to have me call her Saelee. We spent many horny horns of sexual frolicking, she suckling me and I liking clean her labia lips. it was after our third time mated that she began showing obvious signs of conforming to being a satyr, but still a female! I watched as her breasts swelled two sizes larger, the nipples turning black became elongated enough to remind me of cow teats I occasionally like to suckle.
Her hourglass figure was accentuated by how the goat fur adorned her body, making her sexier to the view of a horny male. She stood or walked there admiring her legs and feet changing, becoming goat like, as her pussy remained placed like a human, she sprouted a tail that she used to tickle a lover into wanting her more. Saelee became my friend, my lover, if love and being a satyr has much to do with either. Herd head has black, ribbed horns like those of a Pronghorn deer, but the goat fur surrounded her face, covering her goaty ears, her neck, and all of her back to blooming fully about her waistline and down to those cute as sharp cloven hooves.
She has shown me the delights as how to hunt, but never to kill, she being like me a satyr, looks to find her quarry and infect them, some to join our herd as satyrs too, and most to become full-on goat animals, we use for various purposes.