Pasiphae

Scorpions

I began to brew potions. The first one I invented prevented a cock inserted inside me to shrink before I was satisfied. I did not want to repeat the experience of somebody leaving me unsatisfied.

With time satisfying me became more and more difficult. I always wanted more. And I grew bored with Satyrs. So I started to experiment with humans. They were easy to break and easier to seduce. But their short lives sometimes gave them a kind of recklessness that intrigued me.

My father did not like to watch me with the humans. He asked me to stop. But I didn't. He ordered me to stop. But I didn't. So he married me to a human as a spite. Minos.

He was a bore. He liked to fuck, but his style was too conventional for me. So he soon started to spread his seed into my maids. I envied them for the thrill they received by fucking a married king.

So I gave my husband one of my potions that turned his seed into scorpions. The whole court watched as I lay on my back like a good mortal wife that I would never be.

Minos stripped out of his clothes and reveled at the cheers that erupted with the sight of his manhood. He revealed me, as if I were a price that he had won. And the court cheered again. At the beginning I had found the spectators exciting, but the novelty had worn off and now I felt like a cow on a market.

Minos climbed on top of me and sucked my breath like the baby he was. He plunged his dick inside and began to move. Today I had changed the potion that would give him stamina against the one that turned his seed into scorpions.

It was a short spectacle. I screamed as he spread the scorpions inside me. The pain and the poison made this weirdly pleasurable.

I used the trick the Satyr had taught me and pinned a finger into his ass. He grew hard again. And with another round of applause began to hump me again. Rough and hard, just as I liked it.

With the Scorpion still crawling inside my slick pussy, my walls constricted. Milking his dick and suffocating the scorpion that stung me again with his last living moment. It was pure bliss.

Somehow the potion did not wear off. And soon the sting of the scorpion lost the excitement for me. The number of my maids began to shrank rapidly as my husband fucked them to death.