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Reign of Rhythas: The Talking Goat (part 2)

Sealed demonic satyr lust unbound from a simple blowjob.

Story

Rhythas, the demonic satyr lord had been freed from his centuries long magikal binding, and had begun building a flock of newly corrupted followers. Now he and the five satyr demons he had under his thrall from the formerly human carnival workers sought to spread his will to the rest of the workers there.

As the six satyrs were basking in their newfound power, stepped out of the carny trailer to continue their conversion of this traveling group of entertainers when Rhythas felt the weavings of magik nearby. Not some parlor trick, but actual magik. He led the others to another trailer, the fortune-teller's. Rhythas, confident that no humans of this age could defy his power, stepped forward and opened the door. On the other side was a woman dressed in flowing robes and jewelry, and she had a look of determination on her face. Rhythas smirked, and the other satyrs stood at his command.

"Come, little gypsy, and let us corrupt you into a horny satyr bitch."

The woman shook her head in horrified defiance. Adriana had felt the demonic energy surging nearby, and had been trying to prep her escape. She hadn't had the foresight of what was coming, and there had been no time to warn and convince the others. Now there was no time for herself either. She'd have to do what she could to get away or contain the infernal creatures. She recognized the animal handler amongst them and immediately knew that goat that he kept had started this. She had told him to get rid of the thing, and now it was clear that her unease around the animal wasn't unfounded. She stood her ground though, and raised her hands.

She was holding a handful of glowing stones, and Rhythas recognized them as barrier stones. Adriana began to chant a spell, and the stones glowed brighter and brighter. She threw them to the ground, scattering them in front of the demon satyrs. Suddenly, a magickal barrier formed between them, blocking the path to her. Rhythas reached forward, his blocky fingers touched the wall of magic and it crackled as it repelled his hand. He hissed in pain and backed away, and the woman smirked in triumph.

"You may be stronger than I am, but I know how to use the magic of this world. I'm warning you now. You must leave now, or else you will be sent back to hell where you belong."

Rhythas growled in frustration and looked back at the other satyrs. They were all watching him with wide eyes, waiting for his command. He turned back to the woman and glared at her, his eyes filled with hatred and lust.

"You can't stop us, human woman. You may have bought yourself some time, but there are ways to get through a barrier of this pedigree. And when we do, you will be the first to be corrupted by us."

The woman narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists. "We'll see about that. You won't corrupt anyone. Not while I'm around."

Rhythas smiled evilly and stepped back. He motioned for the others to step forward.

"Come my acolytes. Release yourselves upon this mortal's feeble efforts to deny us."

The 5 satyrs with Mykhail at the front began stroking their black horse-like cocks and dark protruding nipples. They moaned and bleated as the fleshy shafts slung precum all over the floor and the satyresses' nipples squirted infernal milk. Mykail was the first to release, spraying his thick demonic cum all over the barrier, and the others quickly followed. The thick yellow seed and milk sizzled against the protective magik, corroding it. Adriana was utterly disgusted by the display, but knew it meant nothing good as she could feel the magik weakening.

"Good my pets. Now for the final touch," said Rhythas as he stepped forward. With a powerful deep goatish bleat, the magik flickered and shattered under the weight of his power. The fortune teller cowered back in fear. She wasn't strong enough to stop what was coming despite having foreseen something dark on the horizon.

Rhythas stood there, his body glistening with sweat and cum from his prior activities. He reached out and grabbed the gypsy's hand, pulling her close. He looked deep into her eyes. His red goatish eyes bored into her and drilled into her very core. She felt her resolve falter under his gaze. She knew that she couldn't resist the demon's power, and her willpower was quickly slipping away.

"You don't have to fight me. You'll be very valuable among my ranks. Yes, I can feel the magik deep inside you. Let me help it grow."

The woman's body relaxed, and her mind was overcome with a deep sense of calm despite the niggling worry in the back of her brain.

The fortune teller felt herself giving in, and her body was responding in ways she couldn't control. She tried to push him away, but her strength was gone. She was helpless, and the demon was taking full advantage.

"Let me show you the power that I can give you. You will be my second, and together we will rule as humanity's time comes to an end."

After a couple strokes of his 15 inch cock, he reached out and smeared a handful of his cum across her cleavage. She whimpered in protest as she felt the heat of his musky seed spread over her skin. He brought a finger to her mouth and pushed some of the cum past her lips. She couldn't resist the taste. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Spicy, potent, salty, and left her tongue tingling. A tingling that spread as a similar feeling came from her chest. She could feel the demonic power flowing through her veins. Her inner magik was becoming twisted and more powerful.

"Drink my seed, and you will become more than you ever dreamed of."

She swallowed the cum, and she felt her magik grow. She was overwhelmed with a sense of power and strength like never before. Her brain buckled under the weight of the demonic infection and her body responded in kind.

Adriana's blouse bust open, revealing her hefty D-cup breasts with black, swollen nipples. She moaned, and her lips and nose darkened as she licked the sweet corruption off her mouth. She could feel a newer, more hedonistic version of her building up under the foundations of her core identity. It felt good. It whispered to her encouragingly. Fuck… Breed… Pleasure… Power… Herd… She flared her nostrils and took in his musky scent with her goatish nose. Her pussy quivered and swelled in response. She could feel it changing under her long skirt. Netherlips wet and oozing as her pubic mound plumped and protruded. A searing heat and need radiated through her from between her increasingly hairy thighs. Her body was completely under Rhythas' control, and responded to his very touch. She felt her pussy grow slimy with arousal, and she was eager for more.

"Come, my pet, let us fuck and breed you like the satyr slut you are."

Adriana's mind was overcome with lust and desire, and she bleated as she gave in. She wanted to fuck and be fucked, and she was willing to do anything to make that happen.

"Fuck me, master. Fuck me and make me yours forever."

Rhythas gave a victorious bleat as he laid her across a table in the trailer, and lifted her skirt to reveal a juicy pussy that quivered for attention. He rubbed more of his seed over her labia, and watched with a lustful smile as it swelled and darkened before leaking musky yellow fluids.

As Rhythas' cock pushed inside of her, she felt a rush of power and pleasure that she had never felt before. Her body received his demonic infection and shot ecstasy through her in ways that she had never thought possible. Her darkened pussy swelled and grew as it gushed around his thick horse-like cock, and she knew that she was becoming something more than she had ever been before.

Rhythas pounded into her folds, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. She moaned and cried out in pleasure, her body quivering and shaking with every thrust. She could feel his corruptive preseed flowing into her, remaking her into a lust-driven demonic satyress that would carry his spawn.

With a powerful bleat, his precum thickened into spicy hot satyr spunk that invasively purged her humanity. Her breasts grew even larger, and her fat dark nipples beaded with lactation. She felt corruptive demon satyr milk flowing from them, soaking into the light fur framing her breasts that jiggled with every pump of his shaft. Adriana could feel the dark magik flowing through her veins, and her powers were increasing. She moaned and bleated as she felt the demonic energy surge up to her skull, burning in two spots on her forehead that grew into hard nubs. With an orgasmic bleat, sharp black horns rose out the nubs as her human soul was twisted and burned away with his corruption. Her tits and goatish cunt sprayed and gushed as she convulsed with her release. Her legs, already covered in fur, shook, kicking her shoes off as her feet warped and toes fused into thick cloven hooves. As her short tail pressed out her spine below her slimy cunt, she felt her brain burn with Rhythas' wicked influence. She was becoming a demonically empowered seer, and she knew that she could see not just short blips of the future, but possible futures, all with enticing possibilities. One thing was certain, humanity's era was ending. It was only right that Rhythas would carve out his place in the new era as an immortal king.

As Rhythas filled Adriana with his cum, the other satyrs watched with eager eyes, their own cocks growing hard at the sight. They could smell her demonic musk, and they were hungry for her.

"That's right, my acolytes, she's one of us now. Give her your lust!"

The five satyrs surged forward and surrounded her. She felt their hands all over her, touching and teasing her. She couldn't resist, and she didn't want to. She wanted to be fucked and bred by them.

"Yes, my brethren, fuck me! Fill me! Let us show our thanks for Rhythas and praise his return!"

They wasted no time, and soon their cocks were in her mouth, her hairy dark nailed hands, and rubbing over her body while Rhythas continued to pound into her dark goatish pussy. The room filled with their musk. The trailer radiating their combined demonic energies. With loud bleats they all came spraying and filling the augur satyress with their demonic lust, the excess spilling over the floor as they pulled away from the new lust demon satyr in their ranks.

"You are one of my chosen. I will bless you with the power of those favored by me, and you will serve me well," said Rhythas as he dipped a finger into his gaping cum-drooling urethra and pulled back a slimy glob of his magik seed. He marked her forehead with his symbol as her eyes rolled up and she orgasmed once more, gushing fluids as every drop of her soul was purged of its humanity, and the demonic essence that replaced it swelled with more corruption than the others save Mykhail. She looked to her master and mate with red goatish eyes like his own, just as eager to spread his infection as the others.

As it grew deeper into the night, the satyr demons were ready for their next conquest. The rest of the carnival workers. They would see to it that the next day when the carnival opened, there wouldn't be a human left not under their sway.

The first victim was a strongman who had been closing up his booth for the night. He was big and muscular, and he had a cock that matched his size as some of the women around the carnival were well aware of. Rhythas approached him from behind and whispered magickal lust in his ear, and the strongman's eyes widened and dilated. His feeble mind unable to resist the satyr lord's persuasions. He looked to the demonic beast of a man, and was struck with awe before he nodded his head, and his cock started to harden. He was under Rhythas' control, and his will was not his own.

Rhythas pushed him down onto his knees. The strongman looked up at him, his eyes filled with lust and desire.

"Let me corrupt you into a demon for the world to fear," said Rhythas, his voice dripping with lust and magik.

He lifted his cock and started rubbing it against the strongman's face. The strongman was mesmerized by the scent and the power that was radiating from Rhythas' cock. He was no match for the demon's will. The desire to give in under the weight of his shifting preferences and arousal was stronger than any muscle he could train. This creature before him would give him more than he could ever attain. All he had to do was submit.

"Yes, master, I want to be yours. I want to be corrupted," said the strongman, his voice trembling with desire.

"Then do it, my acolyte, and take your place as one of my chosen," said Rhythas.

The strongman leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the head of Rhythas' cock. He moaned as the powerful demonic musk seeped into his nose and lungs, and the corruptive cum flowed down his throat. He felt his body changing, and his mind was overtaken by lust and desire. He was becoming something else, something better, and he loved it.

Rhythas fucked the strongman's mouth, his balls slapping against his chin with every thrust. He could feel the transformation taking place, and he was eager to see the results.

"That's right, my acolyte, drink my cum and be transformed. Show me your loyalty," said Rhythas.

He slammed his cock into the strongman's mouth and came, shooting a load of gooey yellow cum down his throat. The strongman swallowed as much as he could muster, the excess spilling down his darkening lips in thick slimy strands. He could feel his body changing and his warped mind could only embrace it. His muscles grew larger and more defined, and his skin bronzed. Fur grew down his forearms, his waist, and below filled with musky brown fur as his cock throbbed and spewed while growing into a black horse-like shaft with a blunted fat tip. Ankles popped as his toes fused into thick cloven hooves, while ribbed horns pressed from his skull in a ram like fashion. His bulging hairy throat gulped down the seed as his lips and nose darkened, cracking forward into a demi-muzzle before his large nuts rose in orgasm at his demonic remaking. Rhythas turned to Mikhail and Adriana.

"Bring that female contornist and the ventriloquist into our herd. The rest of you start taking the ride workers."

They bleated in obedience before going about to do his bidding.

"As for you, my strong acolyte, you are now our enforcer. Keep the humans in awe of your might as you bring more under my thrall. Your name is now Sven."

"Yes, master," said Sven, his voice goatishly deep and filled with lust.

"Now go, induct the female workers here that are left. Give them your satyr seed and make the demonic harem you so desire that may my disciples grow," said Rhythas.

Sven bowed and then turned and ran towards the other booths of the carnival.

A few minutes later, Mykhail clopped over to the contortionist's trailer. She would make the perfect seductress demon. Magically unlocking her door, he stepped inside to see her sleeping. With a goatish smile he stepped to her small bed and stroked his cock a few times before playing around the tip. His urethra yawned open as what looked like a yellow glob wriggled out. He huffed and pushed it out further before gently grasping it and pulling out a single sperm the size of a large tadpole. It was slimy and thick. Moving about as if it had a will of its own. Mykhail pulled the covers off the naked sleeping woman and dropped the sperm on her inner thigh. It quickly slithered its way between her legs. The contortionist moaned and shifted in her slumber as the invasive demon seed slipped past her folds. With two more huffs he pulled out two more sperm tadpoles and laid them on her. They made their way up her abdomen and slid up to her breasts before pushing at her nipples, leaving trails of satyr slime and smearing it over her areolas. With a gasp, they pushed into the ends of her nipples, lodging into the ducts inside as her nipples darkened. The woman immediately opened her eyes with fear, sitting up and looking down at her chest, completely missing the demonic satyr standing at the foot of her bed. She screamed at the sight of her breasts growing with what she thought were slugs sticking out of her nipples. Nipples that were dark and stuck out like fat swollen nubs as she saw the slimy yellow tails stuck out of them and flailed around. Eyes widen in horror. She can't even scream as pleasure starts pulsing in her breasts as they burrow deeper. The veins on her tits were dark and visible as her skin tanned under the satyr corruption. She moans as her breasts grew larger, pert bags of flesh bigger than a human's head hanging from her chest as the demon sperm slipped into her nipples completely. She twitched and moaned, biting her lips in pleasure as yellow seeped through the whites of her eyes and her pupils turned goatish. Her pussy squirted and darkened with the pleasure of the demon spawn infesting her body. The one between her legs slipped past her cervix and spread the satyr slime all over the walls of her uterus before passing through it up through her body. The ones in her breasts left their contagion in her mammary glands as they pushed deeper into her chests. nipples now oozing demonic satyress milk in slimy yellow drops. She gasped and looked up seeing Mykhail before her. She could feel the corruptive energy pouring off of him. The same that were radiating from the sperm slithering through her body. She needed more of it. With casual grace, she lifted her legs up past her back and crossed her feet behind her head. Her hands reached out to him, beckoning for him to come and give her what she craved.

Mykhail moved towards her, and took her increasingly furry legs in his grasp before pressing the flat tip of his satyr cock to her goatish opening. The three reproductive tadpoles soon reached her heart. Burrowing in and dissolving their essence at the core of her being. The transformation quickened as she bleated with darkened lips. Her body responded with change and pleasure. Her heart started beating faster, and her body tensed as she felt the demon cum seep into her very being. She moaned and squirmed as the demonic essence coursed through her veins, and she was soon overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Yesss... more please," she moaned, her caprine eyes rolling back in her head.

Mykhail obliged, his balls churning as his black horse-like cock throbbed and swelled, his own corruption and seed mixing with Rhythas' as lust demon satyr spunk poured into her. Her legs and hips covered in fur. Feet shifted and extended as her toes hardened until she had black cloven hooves. Fingernails dark and blocky as fur swept down her forearms. Her sideburns grew in and fuzzy as her face softened despite its goatish elements. She felt a throbbing in her skull as her soul itself warped and contorted into its new demonic form. She bleated louder and louder as the corruptive seed spread throughout her body and rigged black horns pressed out her forehead. She couldn't take anymore and with a final bleat, orgasmed over Mykhail's fat cock. Her mind twisted to match her form, she eagerly kissed the lust demon satyr that brought her into the fold.

Finally the ventriloquist was left, hearing all the commotion he was just stepping outside of his trailer when he was shocked to be greeted by the fortune teller turned powerful satyress seer, Adriana.

"Adriana? What the hell is going on?" the ventriloquist demanded.

Adriana smiled at him, her eyes glowing red. "We are here to spread the good word of Lord Rhythas. Come, Dorin, you can't turn us away."

The ventriloquist stood his ground, his eyes wide with fear and confusion.

"I don't know who or what this Lord Rhythas is, but you're not welcome here. Leave or I'll call the police," said Dorin.

"You're going to want to rethink that decision," said Adriana. She could sense his fear and uncertainty, and she was determined to use it to her advantage.

She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him close. He could feel the power radiating from her, and his willpower was no match for her.

"Come, join me in our master's embrace, and I'll show you pleasures unlike any other," said Adriana, her voice filled with lust and desire.

The ventriloquist trembled, her demonic musk filling his nostrils.

"No, I can't..." said the ventriloquist, his resolve crumbling.

"Oh, yes, you can. I can feel the lust in you, the need for pleasure and release. I can give you what you desire, and more. Just give in to the darkness and become one with our lord and master, Rhythas."

He wanted to resist, but the scent of her had his body not complying with his defiance. He could feel her heat against him, and his cock twitched and hardened with eagerness. She pulled him close, her lips brushing against his. He could smell the infernal musk of sex on her, and it was intoxicating. His cock grew harder, and he knew that her couldn't fight it.

"Yes, that's right. Give in to the darkness. Embrace your desires. It is your destiny. I've already seen it," said Adriana. She was winning, and she knew it.

The ventriloquist surrendered to her, and she took his face in her hands. She kissed him deeply, her long tongue exploring his mouth. She could taste the humanity on his lips, and she loved it. He was hers, and she was going to make sure that his talents would make him into as powerful acolyte that she could muster.

She pulled back and looked into his eyes, her gaze filled with lust and desire. "Are you ready to join Rythas' herd?"

The ventriloquist nodded his head, his body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, my mistress, I'm ready."

Adriana smiled and stepped back. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, lifting it over her head and tossing it aside. The ventriloquist could only stare in wonder at her beautiful demonic satyr form. Her body glistening with sweat and her pussy dark and swollen, breasts leaking milky infernal nectar. He needed it.

As the ventriloquist looked at Adriana's naked body, he felt his lust grow out of his control.

He approached her and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. She tasted of corruption and power, and he knew that he was in the presence of something great.

She led him back into his trailer. He could feel the corruptive energy radiating off of her, and he wanted to experience it for himself.

As they entered his trailer, he led her to his bed and laid her down. She was ready for breeding, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

Stripping off his pants, he climbed on top of her, and she wrapped her furry legs around his waist. His cock was hard and aching for her. The depths of her pussy beckoned him and he knew that he was about to enter a world of pleasure and desire.

He pressed his cock against her sopping entrance, and he could feel her wetness and warmth. He pushed inside, and he felt her tightness grip him. He could feel the corruption infecting him from his loins directly.

"Yes, Dorin, that's it. Embrace the power of Rhythas," said Adriana, her voice filled with twisted lust and desire.

He fucked her hard and fast, his balls grew and covered with musky fur as they slapped against her ass with every thrust. He could feel the pleasure building. Rising up to his chest as it bulged with muscle and hair. His body poured out sweat, soaking his tightening shirt as the hair on his forearms grew denser. His cock swelled and surged inside of her. Changing into a large throbbing shaft fit for a satyr. The pleasure made his goatish balls tingle as fur grew up his spine. He knew that he was getting close.

"Cum for me. Release your desires and become one with Rhythas," said Adriana.

With a loud bleat, the ventriloquist came. His body mutating under the demonic influence as he released his humanity. His skin bronzed and his hairy muscles twitching as his furry glutes tightened. His spine popped and extended into a furry goat tail as he felt a wave of vertigo. Horns rose up his temples as his feet hardened and shifted into hooves. His cock poured shot after shot of thick yellowed satyr seed into her as he bleat once again at the extinguishing of his humanity.

He fell back and pulled his shaft from her slimy folds, his body spent. He could feel the corruption coursing through him, and the will of Rhythas guiding his thoughts.

"Welcome to the herd, my brother," said Adriana as she stroked the ventriloquist's furry chest.

As the night continued, Rhythas found himself standing in the center of the carnival, surrounded by his disciples. He could sense their power, and he was more than pleased.

"My demonic herd, I have freed you of your humanity. It is time for us to relish in my return before we prepare to infest this forsaken planet with our satyr influence," said Rhythas, his voice filled with pride.

"Yes, master, we will do that and more. I have seen it," said Adriana. She had a knowing smile on her face, and Rhythas could sense that she had something important to share.

"Tell me, my dear, what do you have for me?" asked Rhythas.

"I've had a vision, master. There will be a large audience tomorrow, a group of college students coming to the carnival. With them, we will spread our corruption far and wide," said Adriana, her eyes glowing red.

"Then we shall prepare for their arrival and spread my power even further," said Rhythas. "Give me your bodies and we shall soil this land with my corruption."

The satyr demons bleated and stomped their hooves in excitement. They were ready to bring the power of Rhythas to the world, and they couldn't wait to begin.