The Myth of Pasiphae and the Bull

© 2025 by Louis Belmont

Part One

In the heart of Crete, where the sun-kissed shores met the azure sea, stood the palace of King Minos. His wife, Pasiphae, the radiant golden-haired, green-eyed daughter of Helios, was known for her celestial beauty and her insatiable desire for life’s pleasures. Yet, she was a queen, bound by the customs of her time, and her husband’s transgressions against the gods would soon lead her to a lustful predicament.

Poseidon, the god of the sea, had been offended by Minos’s refusal to sacrifice a magnificent white bull. In retaliation, the vengeful god cursed the king, igniting in his wife an unquenchable desire for the very bull that he had refused to offer. As Pasiphae’s longing grew, her heart raced at the thought of the beast’s powerful frame and the tantalizing secret that lay between his muscular hind legs.

One moonlit night, Pasiphae could no longer contain her desires. She slipped away from the palace, her heart pounding in anticipation. The bull, unaware of the Queen’s intentions, grazed peacefully in the moonlight. Pasiphae’s heart raced as she approached the creature, her body tingling with forbidden excitement. She knew she had to have him.

Pasiphae began to caress the bull’s powerful flanks, her fingers tracing the curve of his muscles. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, a primal force that stirred something deep within her. Her breath hitched as she reached down, her fingers brushing against the soft, velvety skin of his shaft. The bull stirred, his member swelling under her touch.

Emboldened, Pasiphae dropped to her knees, her heart pounding in her chest. She leaned in, her lips parting as she took the tip of the bull’s member into her mouth. She could taste the salt on his skin, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nostrils. She began to suck, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her hands stroking his shaft with increasing urgency.

The bull let out a low moan, his body trembling under her touch. Pasiphae could feel the power coursing through his veins, a raw, untamed force that threatened to consume her. She sucked harder, her lips sliding up and down his length, her fingers digging into his flanks. The bull bucked, his member swelling even further as he approached his climax.

With a final, desperate moan, the bull exploded in Pasiphae’s mouth. She swallowed his hot sperm, her body shuddering with pleasure as she tasted his seed. She could feel the warmth spreading through her, a primal satisfaction that left her craving more. She wanted to feel him inside her, to be filled by his massive cock.

But the bull, sated by his release, turned away from Pasiphae, leaving her on her knees in the moonlight. Her body ached with unfulfilled desire, her pussy throbbing with need. She had tasted the forbidden fruit, and now she hungered for more. She wanted the bull’s huge cock inside her pussy, she wanted to be stretched by the beast.

But soon Pasiphae realized that it was impossible to have sex with the bull, he was huge and would crush her small body. This made the Queen desperate. Suck the bull was not enough, she wanted to feel him inside her. Furthermore, every time the bull cum after Pasiphae’s blowjob, he returned to the pasture, abandoning the excited Queen.

In the next days, the Queen Pasiphae found herself in a state of turmoil. It was impossible to be penetrated by the bull. This left Pasiphae with an uncontrollable desire to be penetrated by the bull. She paced her chambers, her mind a whirlwind of frustration and lust. Her eyes fell upon a large, muscular dog, a loyal companion to the palace guards. The dog, sensing her gaze, looked up with a curious tilt of his head. Pasiphae felt a strange, primal urge stir within her. She had heard tales of women who found solace in the arms of dogs when the husbands were away, and she was determined to explore this forbidden path.

Pasiphae approached the dog, her heart pounding in her chest. She knelt down, her hands trembling as she reached out to stroke his glossy fur. The dog, sensing her intentions, wagged his tail and licked her hand. She took this as a sign of consent and began to explore his body more intimately. Her fingers traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the raw power beneath his fur. She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear, and whispered, “I need you, boy.”

The dog whimpered softly, his body responding to her touch. Pasiphae’s hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against his growing erection. She gasped, her eyes widening at the size of him. it wasn’t to be as big as the bull but it was still huge, red and with veins. She licked her lips, her mouth watering at the thought of tasting him. She took his cock in her hand, feeling the weight of it, the heat of it. She stroked him gently, her fingers tracing the veins that pulsed beneath his skin. The dog whimpered again, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more of her touch.

Pasiphae leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste him. She licked the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. The dog’s body shuddered, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more of her touch. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his size. She sucked him hard, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deeper. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, his body trembling with need. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her hands gripping his base tightly.

The dog’s whimpers turned into growls, his body tensing as he neared his climax. Pasiphae could feel his cock swelling in her mouth, his body trembling with need. She sucked him harder, her hands stroking his shaft in time with her mouth. She could feel his cum building, his body tensing as he prepared to release. She sucked him harder, her hands stroking his shaft faster, her mouth working him over with a fervor that matched his own.

With a final thrust, the dog came, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he released his load. Pasiphae swallowed every drop of canine sperm, her throat working to take in his seed. She licked her lips, her body trembling with need. She had tasted him, and now she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling her, stretching her.

Pasiphae stood up and dropped her chiton getting naked in front of the dog. So, she turned on all fours, bending over to present herself to the dog. She spread her legs wide, her pussy glistening with her arousal. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes locking with the dog’s. “Mount me boy, stick your cock in my pussy, fuck me hard, please.” she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

The dog needed no further encouragement. He stepped forward, his cock already hard and ready. He mounted her, his paws gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. Pasiphae gasped as he pushed into her, his cock stretching her wide. She could feel every inch of him, his cock filling her completely. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure as he began to move.

The dog’s hips thrust forward, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with ease. Pasiphae moaned, her body trembling with pleasure as he fucked her hard and fast. She could feel his cock hitting all the right spots, his body moving in perfect rhythm with hers. She reached back, her hands gripping his fur as she met his thrusts with her own. ”Keep fucking me, don’t stop boy, ruin my pussy, make me your bitch.” screamed the Queen in pure ecstasy”.

The dog’s pace quickened, punishing Paisphae’s pussy, fucking her with all his strength, stretching the Queen’s pussy like her husband Minos had never been able to. Pasiphae could feel his cock swelling inside her, his body tensing as he neared his climax. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure as he fucked her harder, faster. She could feel her own orgasm building, her body tensing as she neared the edge.

As Pasiphae’s pleasure reached its peak, the dog’s cock swelled inside her, forming a huge knot. Pasiphae gasped as the knot filled her pussy, locking the dog’s cock inside her. She moaned as the dog continued to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her body.

The dog’s knot, swollen and aching, pressed against Pasiphae’s cervix, sending her over the edge. She cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around the dog’s cock. The dog, feeling Pasiphae’s pussy tighten around him, came as well, filling her with his hot seed. Pasiphae feel her uterus being filled like never before, the canine sperm gushed like spring water inside her uterus.

For several minutes, Pasiphae and the dog remained locked together, butt to butt, their bodies shuddering with pleasure. Pasiphae, feeling the dog’s knot begin to soften, slowly unwrapped her legs from around his waist. The dog’s cock, still slick with Pasiphae’s juices, slipped out of her pussy, leaving her feeling empty and satisfied.

She looked down, her abused pussy still slick with their combined juices. The dog began to lick her pussy, cleaning her up with its rough tongue. Pasiphae moan, exhausted and satisfied, as the dog licked her pussy. She kept moaning, her body still sensitive from their intense lovemaking.

As the dog finished, Pasiphae and the dog collapsed onto the floor, their bodies trembling with pleasure. Pasiphae looked up at the dog, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “That was wonderful boy, the bull rejected me but you served me, dogs are a woman’s best friend.” she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. The dog licked her face, his tail wagging happily. Pasiphae laughed, her body still trembling with pleasure. She had found her solace, and she had enjoyed every minute.

But the next morning, Pasiphae woke up still thinking about the bull. She couldn’t shake the feeling of desire that had taken over her body. She needed to feel the bull inside her. The Queen came to the conclusion that this was a curse.

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Part Two

The Queen Pasiphae, a woman of insatiable desires and perverse curiosities, found herself in a predicament that would make any other woman or goddess shudder with disgust. She had fallen in love with a bull, a magnificent beast that her husband, King Minos, had refused to sacrifice to Poseidon. As a result, the god of the sea had cursed her, making her lust after the very animal she found herself now desperate to copulate.

But the bull had no interest in the Queen’s advances. No matter how much she caressed him, masturbated him or sucked his penis, the beast would have none of it. In her desperation, Pasiphae turned to the other animal in the palace, a huge guard dog with a red cock as big as her forearm. Desperate to be penetrated by a cock, the Queen wasted no time in taking off her clothes and taking the dog to a private location.

And so, the dog mounted Pasiphae, fucking the Queen brutally and stretching her pussy like her husband Minos would never be able to. The Queen closed her eyes and thought of the bull, imagining that she was being mounted by the bull, its thick cock filling her up instead of the dog’s. She came hard, the orgasm ripping through her body like a wave, leaving her breathless and spent. The experience, though unconventional, brought her a fleeting moment of relief.

But as the sun rose the next morning, Pasiphae found herself once again consumed with lust for the bull. She knew she needed to find a way to make her fantasy a reality, and so she called upon Dedalus, the builder, to create a solution. She explained her predicament, with her voice trembling with desire and shame.

Dedalus, a man known for his cunning and intelligence, came up with a plan. He would build a fake cow, an elaborate contraption made of wood and paint, and Pasiphae would hide inside it. The bull, none the wiser, would mount the fake cow, and Pasiphae would finally be able to experience the sexual encounter she had been dreaming of.

As the days turned into weeks, Pasiphae watched with bated breath as Dedalus toiled away, his hands expertly crafting the wooden frame, shaping the leather hide, and installing the intricate mechanisms that would bring the cow to life, while at night, she would get up hidden from Minos to fuck the dog. Finally, the day arrived when the contraption was ready.

As the sun set, casting a warm orange glow over the land, Pasiphae prepared herself for the night ahead. She shed her royal robes, revealing her naked body, adorned only by the shimmering beads of sweat that glistened on her skin. Her heart pounded in anticipation, her pussy already wet with desire. She whispered a silent prayer to Aphrodite, the goddess of love and lust, before making her way to the makeshift cow. She approached the fake cow, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath heavy with anticipation.

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Part Three

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