The Satyr

Even as Danya converted herself back to snake-form, the Medusa backed away, tantalizing yet frustrating her. Danya moaned in disappointment, her forked tongue flicking from between her scaled lips.

A voice snapped to her side, "Enough of that, bitch." Danya turned her head and hissed at the interloper, but was shocked into submission when she saw that the Satyr was the one approaching her. "I am going to fuck your normal demoness self. Now that your soul and mind have been corrupted, the next step is your body, whore."

Danya was tempted to remain in snake-demoness form and challenge the satyr, but somehow she instinctively knew that was a battle she would lose and that the price would be far more than she was willing to pay. Reluctantly she willed herself back into she-demon form and all of her snake-like qualities melted away.

"Good, slut. Now show me what a good little cocksucker you are," the goat-man taunted, holding his enormous phallus in his hands. Despite her pride and desire not to give into him, Danya found herself irresistably drawn to the perfect male member. She was vaguely aware of the goat-man blowing into a strange flute-like instrument, but her cloudy mind could think of little more than pleasing him. With a motion that would have made the best-paid pornstar proud she sauntered over to him and slinked to her knees. Looking up at him with admiration and lust she gently grabbed his pulsing cock and licked it from tip to base. The satyr's body shuddered, but it barely affected the playing of his nefarious flute.

Danya worshipped the goat-man's penis, treating it like a sacred object. With her hands, mouth, and tongue she acted like honoring the throbbing dick was the most important thing in the world. She continued to stare into his evil eyes, her large and innocent eyeballs a total foil to the perversions her mouth was performing.

The satyr's music began to take on a more ominous melody and Danya's ministrations matched the tune. As his pace and tone became ever more intense, so did her conningulus. He could barely continue playing as the wanton harlot on her knees before him deep-throated his inhuman member as no creature had ever been able to. Finally, in a crescendo of music and sex he pumped his goat-like crotch into Danya's willing mouth, spurting copious amounts of semen into and around her oh-so-willing hole. Danya was desperately and unsconsciously fingering her own pussy, sensual juices spilling down her own legs.

"Now," the Satyr beathed huskily, "present yourself to me, bitch!"

Danya instinctively knew what to do. She gathered herself mentally and physically and rolled onto her hands and knees. Sensually she raised her perfect ass into the air, wiggling it playfully before her ****-to-be. Her spade of a demoness tail instinctively knew to raise itself out of the way, still swishing playfully in the air.

"Yessss, that's it my little whore," he breathed. "You have never given your anus to anyone and now I will claim it. With it, I claim your entire body for the forces of evil!" Danya closed her eyes in ecstasy as the goat-man pushed his inhuman member against her sphincter and then slid it home, her own demonic saliva lubricating the way. Never had she known such pleasure, tinged as it was with pain. The yelp that escaped her lips was a thing of pure sex, a sound that only deviant creatures could make when performing the most unholy of acts.

As the satyr set up a rhythm of fucking her ass, he again began to play his beguiling music. Danya became even more lost in the moment, her she-devil form thrusting backward to accept the thrusts of her captor and ****. She couldn't help but moan with each pump, never having felt more used, or more like a true woman.

Through slitted eyes she saw the Medusa walking up to her. "Yessss! Take her body asssssss I took her mind!" The snake-goddess writhed sibilantly, then one snake emerged from the nest of serpents in her pussy which she grabbed and stroked. "Take thisss, you sssslut!" the demoness commanded as she thrust the pulsing snake into Danya's open mouth. She matched the satyr's thrusts as she pounded Danya from the front, capturing her in an inescapable sandwich of depravity. Danya could feel the serpent writhing inside her willing mouth, her tongue wantonly sucking it.