She stepped into the woods with nary but her small clothes, goosebumps threading her skin. The full moon hung bright and in it’s light the thin material hung translucent against her frame, bathing her silhouette in a pale blue shadow. There was a song in the woods that called to her, a melody that spun her head and tugged at her loins. She didn’t know who sung the song or for what reason it had chosen her but she knew it wanted her to come alone into the woods. Wordlessy she walked through the night, the damp soil clinging between her toes.

When the moon was at its zenith and even the night birds had gone to sleep, she found herself in a clearing, the man, half goat, waiting for her.

She looked at him in awe, desire glinting off her emerald eyes and shiny moonlit lips. Approaching him she felt leaves on the ground, the smell of grass and soil in the wind.

Before she knew it she was before him and her nose was buffeted with his musk, masculine and powerful. Cautiously she stretched a hand towards the beasts, planting a palm on its chest. She could feel it’s soft fur between her fingers, the hard knots of muscles on her palm. Real flesh, masculine and primal. He was hot to the touch and she could feel his heartbeat come in rapid strong pulses. His proximity excited her, fluttered her stomach, her gaze inadvertently being drawn between his legs.

It grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes, her green to his slitted rectangles. She felt a shiver at the alien gaze, the man’s snout and horn highlighting their differences. Differences that only made her want him more, make her reach down to its loins.

The goatman moaned and she gasped, feeling his weight in her hands. His size startled her and a sense of reservation crossed her heart. Yet unknowable forces guided her to caress him further, feeling him grow larger in her slender hands.

The goatman bent to kiss her and she craned to receive it’s muzzle. She closed her eyes and felt its tongue invade her mouth, intertwining with her own and sending sparks to her stomach. Distantly she could feel him toying with the clasps of her nightgown and she soon felt them slide down her body.

She was naked before him. Wild and natural, unprotected from the goatman’s raw gaze. Goosebumps rose from her skin as she felt the goatman’s hunger fall on her youthful curves and alabaster skin. A beast regarding its mate. A moan escaped her throat at the thought, a slipperiness building on her thighs as the goatman placed a four fingered hand on her breast.

Her quim tingled at it’s touch and she thrust them towards the goatman, grinding her hips against the goatman’s thighs. In response the goatman started to knead the soft orb in its palm and squeezed a tit between it’s fingers, already so sensitive. This drew a moan from her and she ground her hips faster against him, feeling the downs on his leg tease her pearl and letting rivulets of her juices to darken his fur.

Something prodded against her stomach, hard and slick. It was his manhood now fully erect. The skin to skin contact sent shivers down her spine and she was in awe at the thrill it gave her, just feeling it rub against her stomach.

She reached for it, placing a shy finger on the tip of it, gliding it softly down the underside of the shaft, feeling it twitch to her featherlight touch. She moved her hands down the full length of his member to its testes, and closed her fingers around the bulbous sac. They felt warm in her hands, full, seeming to churn with the potent essence within.

The goatman broke their kiss and pushed her off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his snout. She saw his eyes go down her body, glowing pale from the moonlight. In the moonlight, she could see his eyes glint with desire and lust.

Wordlessly he commanded her to present for him and she obeyed. He was going to take her from behind on all fours, in the manner of beasts with nought but the wind and stars to cover them.

Snorting, he took in her scent almost posessively and she shivered at the furs tickling her neck. She felt something push against her nethers, something rubbery and hard. She held her breath and buried her hands into the soil, arching her back to the intrusion.

He exerted himself harder and she winced at the pressure on her petals. Goosebumps threaded her skin, bowing her head as she felt him finally slip into her womanhood.

In his wake, her thighs felt shaky, her head blossomed with haze. She clutched the damp soil hard, arching her back to his push. The goatman went deep. Deeper than she thought possible. In places never touched before. She couldn’t help but squirm at the sensation, she felt herself stretch around him, accommodating him. If he went any deeper she would burst and yet it kept going and going until finally she felt the hairy mat of his pelvis meet her rump.

She cried out in the air, feeling so full and satisfied. Her head swam with pleasure and she felt her cheeks flush hot with blood.

Her lover didn’t give her time to relish in the moment and it soon started moving into her rapidly. Her arms gave out from the rough menstruation and she collapsed onto the ground as the goatman continued to rut into her.

She felt sweet pain shoot out from her breasts as the goatman groped them. The pain felt good mixed with pleasure and she felt a pressure build in her loins like a fire. Each wet slap of his thrusts seemed to build on this fire and soon she heard herself yelp, strained and animal like.

She gave herself to him completely, writhing and twisting to every buck of his hips. She opened herself up to him, revelling at the primality of it all. The soil on her bruised knees, the wind in her, the grunt of a strong male between her legs. Soon she came and lost all control of her limbs.

The haze began to clear from her mind and she began to see her lover for what he was. The animal bleat of his grunts, the blunt yellowed teeth, the slitted alien iris of his empty eyes. Horror gripped her stomach and she felt sick.

Desperately she tried to push the goatman off her but he was much stronger than her, his cock continuing to plunder deep inside her. It was not about to be denied its prize and it held its mate even tighter, pushing his weight into her back.

She mewled for him to stop with tears in her eyes yet her protests fell on dumb ears. What more the thing between her legs still gave her so much pleasure and she cried, feeling she was about to cum again.

The goatman bleated loudly when it came, biting her shoulders and thrusting deep as it could. A weight dropped in her stomach as she felt it pump its seed into her.

She was still convulsing when he moved himself off her, apparently satisfied. She didn’t have the strength to move, helpless as the goatman gave one last bleat and ran off into the darkness. Her bruised hole bled his seed into the dark soil, the cold weight in her stomach on her mind.

THE END