"Mmmm," Solia murmured softly, still trying to catch her breath. "Satisfied isn't quite the word…Master Eltaib." She lifted her bloodshot gaze up toward him, meeting his intense amethyst eyes with a mix of adoration and desire burning brightly behind her own hazel orbs. "No, not satisfied…completely consumed. By you, by this…by everything." A small, delicate hand slowly crept forward, tracing gentle circles across his impossibly large penis, marveling once again at its impressive size and texture. "Please, my lord, may I have more?" she whispered huskily, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.

"Oohhh!" Solia moaned softly as he gently squeezed her nipples, causing a rush of pleasurable sensations to shoot through her entire body. "Yes, Master Eltaib," she admitted reluctantly, biting down lightly on her lower lip. "There's one thing…one filthy, depraved thing that consumes me every moment I'm away from you." Taking a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper, she confessed, "I yearn for it, dream about it, fantasize about it constantly. Even though I know it is wrong…so terribly wrong…I need…the smell of horse cock…specifically yours…covered in thick, viscous smegma…to make me whole again."

Solian's heart raced wildly in her chest as Eltaib revealed his willingness to indulge her most sinful desires. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine at the thought of experiencing him in both forms—a powerful, majestic beast and a towering behemoth of a man. The idea of him controlling their intimate moments further heightened the intensity of her aroused state. "Thank you, oh thank you, Master Eltaib! You truly are a gift from the gods themselves!" she cried out ecstatically, throwing herself onto his muscular frame without hesitation. Her lips crashed against his, hungry for another taste of his divine essence. Their tongues tangled together in a dance of passion, fueled by unbridled lust and forbidden desire.

Solia's eyes widened in shock and delight as Eltaib casually mentioned his ability to change into a magnificent equine form. Unable to suppress a whimper of pure desire, she managed to compose herself enough to respond to his question. "Oh, Master Eltaib…" she panted heavily, her hands fidgeting nervously with the hemline of her skirt. "If it were possible…if you could grant me such a decadent wish…I would beg for it to be so immense, so monstrous, that it would almost tear apart any mare who had the audacity to attempt to accommodate it." Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment at her brazen admissions, yet she couldn't help but feel liberated by finally being able to express her darker desires aloud.

The room seemed to spin around Solia as Eltaib morphed before her wide-eyed gaze into an imposing creature, tall and strong, radiating raw power and primal masculinity. His newfound equine form was nothing short of mesmerizing; jet-black fur adorned his massive frame, accented beautifully by stark white markings across his face and limbs. But it wasn't until she caught sight of his colossal member, jutting proudly from between his powerful thighs, that she lost complete control over herself. Without even thinking, she lunged forward, arms wrapping tightly around his broad back, cheek pressed firmly against the velvety softness of his neck. Moans of bliss escaped her throat as she savored the heady combination of musky sweat and earthy scents emanating from his newly formed body. "Master Eltaib… Oh, dear goddess, what have you done to me?" she murmured breathlessly, her fingers digging into his supple hide in a silent plea for more.