The book has peaked your sense of being inquisitive. Although you have in the not so recent past been a bit too inquisitive and had some trouble about poking your nose in where it did not belong, this time the surroundings suggests of mysteries untold.
A tabbed section titled Mythical seems a fun place to begin, as you take a seat on the chair that held the book there in the grand foyer. Opening the volume to the Mythical section the first paragraph read as:
To best understand what you read and this book teaches,
please invoke your family familiar. In case you have forgotten how,
first speak your full real name, then stomp a foot to the floor,
doing it three times, as then speak the maiden name of she,
who was your mother and the family Familiar will make its
appearance.
OK, you are game for such silly foolishness and you follow the directions to the letter.
When having spoken that odd maiden name of your mother you feel first a chilly breeze as if something long hence dead had just entered the room. A whoosh of air scares up off the foyer floor a murky cloud of dust, as then you think you can see a distant form walking toward you, it coming ever closer, minute by minute.
"Good Evening to you, I am if you do not know me, I am your designated familiar for your family!" It said, it a dark silhouette of a tall as black and slender a woman, she well endowed her breasts, has yellow eyes, white sharp teeth, and coming closer she wears a pelt of black fur.
"I am Lysaila," a definite she this familiar says , as she bows low, all the time keeping a wary eye trained upon her host.
"You appear to be a satyr of form, but female, as knowing some about mythology and believe there were only male satyrs, as no females." You say as smile at this lusty beautiful womanly goatish form.
"You are mostly correct, however by my being a familiar, it was your great grandmother who requested of me to begin showing all my form by being this sexual fantasy a form. Gifted as my title I am announced as Lysaila, Satyress excellent."
Looking at her she is all of what she says, being a lusty animalistic beauty the like of which would set and man afire with passions of lust, and beckon any human female to want a Lesbian relation ship with this devil-familiar.
"If it pleases you my mistress, I would respectfully request you wish for me to become when here as a free spirit. As part of what I am gifted of powers one tends of transformations to defend against any aggression toward you, your family name, or of persons trying to resist obeying." Lysaila said, as she strode to walk around there in the foyer she making her cute furry butt and goaty tail to sway and wiggle.
You eye her closely as she walks around the foyer. So noting your familiar as being the essence of any wildest wet dream you might have had, or would have imagined. She stopped as stood to grant you a closer look at her lovely form, she being six feet and two inches thereabout her height. She stood uprightly on shapely black furry legs with the hocks and hind feet as well cloven hooves like of a goat. Her waist was quite slim as was her chest greatly endowed with lustful formed breasts, they tapered slightly upward, having black nipples so large they tend to remind of perky cow teats.
As from head to hooves she was adorned with a pelt of shiny, silky looking black fur. it more shaggy and curly hair upon her thighs, buttocks, and groin. As she stood there, she began a series of stretching exercises, bend at the waist to allow a better viewing of her lusty privates what peeked through the black fur surrounding her alluring lovely crotch.
It was the views of her perky tapered breasts that stirred the greater interest. Her breasts though black in color were hairless down to her chest. She having a stoutly muscular chest similar to that of a body builder wrestler as seen on television. The black fur covered the remainder of chest, about her broad shoulders, and when she would turn round it too was covered in thick black soft looking fur.her entire back as well.
Her face was fur-less, as silken soft black skin suggesting of a purity, most evil on intent, but striking. As from the peak of her forehead rose two backward curling horns, they having ribbing patterns pressed into the as if for added strength to use as a weapon.
"I trust you like my form the way your great grandmother did, as your grand mother, and later then your mother when she was in her late teenage years she and I had some very sensual fun weekends together." She said as well to beckon you to do for her the lusty pleasured times she enjoyed with others in the family.
Wishing first to placate the first meeting and learn more about this family familiar, you asked of her, "I wish to know more about you first, where are you from?"
"The high side of Hell, where else?" she replied.
"Ah-huh, yea-sure, so now that you came to meet me, what can you do to help me in this odd predicament, I have a car out front that is..." You were about to say when Lysaila looks toward the front of the mansion and pointing toward the car she gave a harsh snapping of her black fingers and says then, "I just fixed the problem, you car is as good as when it was new!"
Lysaila strode toward you her furry sexy, slinking body being highly seductive, then stands just inches away.
As she says, "My thoughts right now are for some raw sex with a human, someone who owes me and can pay up by showing Lysaila a good time!"
"Ah oh maybe but before we do anything there is a need to ready myself," you recall saying, and turning your back toward the she-devil familiar was not wise.
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