Bride of the Satyr [End]

You think back on the events that led to this and smile. You feel truly blessed that you were kidnapped and placed in the monster tower. You never would have met your beloved husband and experienced true happiness if you hadn't.

Over the last ten years, you have built a home for yourselves and, following your captor's advice, filled it with your kids. There's currently 7 sets of little goat feet keeping you and your husband's hands full, and you're working on making an eighth.

You're on your hands and knees right now, with your husband squatting behind you, ramming his cock right where it belongs. This position always helps him put the power of those fine goat legs to good use and it gives his pendulous balls room to swing under you pussy and slap against your clit, never failing to bring you to an explosive orgasm.

It's hard to think that at one point you were worried that Pavros would find you less attractive as time went on. Between the mom bod you've developed and the more than small amount of body hair that you've grown, you no longer fit the mold of tidy or maidenly. But if anything, he seems to love the wild woman look you've got now and finds you more irresistible than ever before.

Pavros's pace behind you continues until you hear his breathing quicken. You reach a hand under yourself and fondle his balls as he works, in an effort to get him to unload faster.

"Come on, baby, give it to me." You beg "Give me another baby."

He needs no further encouragement and buries his cock to the base as he cums. The sensation is enough to drive you over the edge and you join him with your own climax.

As you close your eyes, you can almost see his swimmers inside you, making their way to your eggs and giving you another son or daughter to love and raise.

The End