Pasiphae

Satyr

My mother has fucked herself to the top of the Olympus. My father has never forgiven her for that. Most of my childhood my parents seduced other gods just to spite each other.

Maybe it's only natural I turned out to have a fucked up sexuality.

Dionysus' court has always been a refugee for me. Maybe it is ironic that I fled my fucked up parents to find shelter with the god of fertility. But in his court of joy and lust I found more than one way to forget my messed up family.

The first cure was food.

The second cure was wine.

And the third cure was sex.

Of course it was the third that got me into trouble.

I was quite young for a god, when I lost my virginity to a Satyr. Twenty five is nothing when you live forever. He had dark curls that hid his yellow goat eyes. I had dosed off under a fig tree after too much wine. When I woke up, he was watching me. He smiled when he saw that I was awake. I groaned. Being divine did not spare me from having a hangover. My head pounded as if a herd of divine cows had run over me while I had slept.

The Satyr smiled and offered to show me a cure that would not end in headaches. He never warned me it could end in monsters. I knew what he meant of course. Gods were not shy when it came to their sexuality.

This was not an offer a mere Satyr should make to the daughter of the sun. But I was also the daughter of a Nymph. If I had been a mere Nyph the Satyr would not have waited for me to wake up, would not have asked for my consent.

I am not sure, what he would have done, if I had said no. He had waited for me to wake up and wanted to claim his price. Maybe not even the wrath of my father would have prevented him to take me even against my will. But I would never know.

Satyrs never bothered with pants. I looked at his long shaft rising up between his furry legs. Curiosity began to rise in me. I wanted to know the feeling that had convinced my father to marry my mother. So I spread my legs and beckoned him closer.

He did not wait for more of an invitation. He ripped the light dress from my body and admired my lush curves with fevered eyes. He knew that my father might not care that I have given him my consent.

I was not schooled in the art of love. So I let him take the lead. He pinned my arms to the ground and without further ado pushed his erect phallus inside me. The feeling was unfamiliar. Though not bad.

As the soft skin of his phallus started to rub against my slit, a warm promise of a sensation started to spread in my body. His fingers dug deep into my arms, while he pounded into me. His breath started to hitch. I felt the warmth of his breath on my naked breasts.

And then he started to shiver, spread his seed with a moan inside me and shrank, leaving me unsatisfied. I grabbed his horns as he tried to pull himself out of me and shook my head. He had promised me something and I would not let him go, before he made good on that promise.

He did not dare to defy me. He had gotten his pleasure, now he had to please the daughter of the sun. So he asked me to stick a finger into his ass to help him to his former glory. I did as he asked and immediately felt him stiffen inside me again.

With me spiked on his dick he lay down on the grass. I felt the sun on my skin and shivered. The thought of my father watching us made me slightly uncomfortable and wet. Fuck you, dad, I thought and started to move on the Satyr. My breasts heaved with my motion. I started to massage my own breasts. I pinched my nipples. And rode him like the goat he was. A pulse of pleasure surged through me. The Satyr screamed.

I had broken his phallus.

I watched him limp away. I was sorry to see him leave. Because my promise of pleasure was leaving with him. But I found another Satyr. And another. And at the end of the day I could not imagine how I had ever lived without this.