Birth of the Minotaur

      Introduction:

      Here is my take on one part of Greek mythology that has interested me for a while now. While most people know of the Theseus, the Minotaur and the labyrinth, what is less well known is the story of how the Minotaur was created.

      In Greek mythology, it is said that King Minos had received a white bull from the god Poseidon. Minos was meant to sacrifice the bull in Poseidon’s honour, but he decided he liked this unique creature and decided to sacrifice another bull instead. Poseidon was angered by this, and to punish the king he cursed Pasiphaë, Mino’s wife, with a fit of madness the result of which made her become madly (and ironically) attracted to the white bull that Minos had coveted.

      Now, the mythology as we know it says that this matter was resolved when Pasiphaë mated with the bull, conceiving the half bull, half human Minotaur. However, this was said to have been made possible by a strange bull shell made so the bull could mount Pasiphaë thus getting her pregnant. However, I am invoking the time-honoured artistic licence to spice this up (this is pretty much fantasy anyway!). We join the story before the King has realised his wife is infatuated with the albino bull…

      Enjoy!

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      Pasiphaë, queen Minos of Crete, was finally going to do it.

      It had been a few days since her husband had gone against Poseidon’s wishes and sacrificed another bull in the white bull’s place. Initially, she had feared that Poseidon would know what the King had done, and would have punished him, but it would seem that the god of the seas had either not noticed that the bull sacrificed was different, or (and she found this more likely) that such a trivial disobedience was not enough to warrant retribution from the deity. However, since the day of the animal sacrifice, Pasiphaë had experienced growing feelings for the white bull. She had began to find herself spending time down at the cattle stable, something which she had never done before. She found the bull to be fairly docile, and liked to talk to it and stroke it’s magnificent white hide when whiling away the days. It was her idea to have it moved to it’s own stable building, which her husband quickly agreed on since he had grown fond of the beast himself.
      It was yesterday evening when she realised that her feelings for the bull had grown beyond the mere fondness her husband felt for it. It was another warm late summer night in Crete, and after a few glasses of wine and after the daylight had began to fade, Pasiphaë began to feel amorous. However, instead of thinking of a night of love-making with her king as she usually did, she found herself thinking of the white bull. She was worried by these thoughts and tried to banish them from her mind. As her husband slept soundly next to her in their lavish four-poster bed, she could not sleep due to these lustful thoughts of the beast. Dressed in her light night-dress she got up out of bed and walked to the window which overlooked the field containing the stables. She lusted for the white bull so much that it almost burned, and could no longer resist exploring these thoughts. She stared intently at the bull’s cattle building, imagining her slipping in there late at night. Her nipples where hard beneath her thin night-dress and she slipped a hand down her low-cut top and played with her left breast and nipple. She felt warm and moist below and sent her right hand down there to pleasure herself. She imagined herself tempting the bull, stripping for it, walking around it in the hay, letting it know that she wanted it. She lay back on the bed, sure that she would not wake her deep-sleeping husband, still stimulating herself. She came to the exciting part of the fantasy, where she would bend over a surface, spreading her legs wide and letting the bull mount her, slowly slipping his huge, raw member into her. Then, it would proceed to make rough bestial sex with her, repeatedly thrusting it’s great hips and the entirety of his rod inside her again and again, his large testes slapping loudly against her. Lying next to her husband, furiously groping herself, imagining this fantasy were real, she reached her dizzying climax, then lay breathing heavily for the next few minutes. She eventually drifted off the sleep, her previously ravenous lust satiated. At least for the time being.

      Tonight again Pasiphaë felt the burning lust for the bull. By the time the blanket of night had stretched across the land, she had already planned a way to get what she really wanted.
She soon found herself escaping the palace, dashing across the west courtyard in nightgown and sandals. Dark clouds had gathered over Crete, releasing a torrent of heavy rain. Pasiphaë held a square table above her head, as fallen ran water splashed about her bronzed ankles. She followed the torchlight coming from the stables, her heart and head swirling with adrenaline and a relentless lust. The rain seemed to have forced palace guards to find cover, as she observed no sentries on the outer courtyard walls.
      ‘It’s almost like someone up there wants me to do this.’ She thought.
      Upon reaching the two stable buildings, she headed towards the recently constructed one made of white stone. With her hands currently busy, she used her rear to push open the door and then backed into the dry stable building. Various torches secured on pillars illuminated the glorified barn, casting warmth and a flickering light across all but the darkest corners of the single roomed building. She placed the table down on the ground which was covered with hay, before pulling up the stable door. Finally, she turned around to see the object of her cravings, the albino bull, standing with a typically blank expression on his face on the other side of the stable.
      Him. He already meant so much to her that she no longer regarded him as an ‘it’.
      Her heart skipped a beat as it dawned on her that her plan was about to come to fruition. Without thinking, she began to approach the beast. Turning on her feminine wiles, she began to slowly strut towards the bull, tugging at her hair tie, allowing her shake free her shoulder-length golden hair, rain water flicking away as she did so. She reached out and placed a hand on the beast’s head, his short white hide feeling pleasantly rough. She circled him, tracing a finger down from his head and to his back, and then back up to his head as she travelled back around to his head. She looked into his dull black eyes to try to see if she had provoked any sort of arousal in the creature.
      Seeing nothing, she remained undeterred. Stepping back from it, she stared seductively into the bull’s eyes and pulled at the silk belt that kept her translucent purple gown together. She slipped the garment off, allowing it to drop to the stable floor revealing a baby doll-style blue nightie, which barely reached her knees and exposed her perfectly tanned arms and lower legs. She began to caress herself, hoping that a strip tease might provoke the bull. She raised both arms up teasingly, her hands caressing her supple neck. They then travelled smoothly down to her chest, where she began to grope and squeeze her breasts, with the friction between the light chiffon and her nipples exciting her further. She pulled the chest-line of her top down, allowing her large breasts to flop on top of the fabric. Still caressing her left mammary, her right hand now travelled south, trailing down her inviting hips. She stepped back again, leaning against the small but sturdy table she had bought with her, as her hand slipped below her nightdress. She raised the skirt’s edge up, allowing the bull to watch as she began to rub her clit. She continued this for a few minutes, still massaging her breasts whilst letting out provocative moans of pleasure.
      After growing tired of watching the bull stand docilely in front of her, she decided he might need another form of encouragement. She bent down next to him, looking on his underside, glimpsing his tackle for the first time. His pink penis was large, although not erect at all. She got down on her knees and crawled under the large creature. With any concerns for personal hygiene banished from her mind ever since she decided she wanted to mate with the bull, she took his rod in both hand and started to stroke it. As she did this, the bull’s feet shifted slightly, finally arousing a reaction in him. Fairly quickly, his dick began to expand in her hands, going from the best part of six inches to what must have been at least ten inches in the space of a few seconds. It was also significantly thicker than her husband’s manhood had ever been, and her body began to rush with lustful feelings as she realised that this was going to be inside her. To see if she could get him any harder she then licked his head teasingly. Without any inhibitions she then plunged his dick into her mouth. On all fours now, she began to bob backwards and forwards, allowing the warm member to slip in and out steadily. She continued suck on his slick rod for a few more minutes, getting lost in the pleasing rhythmic movements. When she realised the bull was huffing and puffing in pleasure she pulled back, hoping he was primed and ready to perform. She got to her feet, noticing the juices leaking from between her legs as she stood up. Walking over the table again, she looked back seductively at the bull. She then slipped the shoulder straps of her nightie down one after another, letting the negligee drop to the ground revealing her pert ass to him. Her forearms and elbows hit the table, as she bent over it ready for the main event. She looked back over her shoulder, the bull not having moved.
      ‘I’m ready for you.’ She said, her loins aching for him. The bull stayed routed to the stop, as if not sure what to do. Although the caressing of his cock had aroused him, she was not sure if she had got through to him that she wanted him. She reached back, parting her folds and slipping a finger in, as if to encourage him. ‘This is how your species does it isn’t it?’ She said, hoping that all this was not going to be for nothing. After a few seconds of caressing herself, the bull stepped forward, his face at her rear inquisitively. She spread herself as wide as she could, further attempting to coax him into following his animal instinct. ‘Come on, I know you want it!’ She said, a hint of frustration in her otherwise amorous tone.
      After what seemed like an eternity, there was a thud on the stable floor as the bull pushed off on his rear legs, with his front hooves clomping down on the table alongside her arms. She smiled joyously, as she felt the warm hide of the beast on her back, shuffling up her body as he mounted her.
      The warm point of his large head rested at her entrance, and, prepared as she was, what came next shocked her. Her head arched up sharply and she let out a cry of discomfort as his thick rod pierced her entrance, and slowly and relentlessly pushed into her, expanding her walls further than she knew possibly. His raw pulsating cock burned inside her, as she gripped the edge of the table in pain, but she knew that this is what she wanted than anything. Finally his humongous member was in as far as it could go, and it was so long that she suspected that it had breached her womb. She wanted to compose herself for a few seconds once he had reached as far as he could, but the bull had taken over. Very quickly he had started pumping in and out of her, starting off slow but soon having reached top speed, his bestial instincts having taken control. As he continued, the pain had began to subside within her and been replaced by heady euphoria as she was repeatedly slammed against the table. Her large breasts rocked backwards and forewords as they did, the sensations of her throbbing hard nipples brushing against the hard surface feeling wonderful. She was now gasping with pleasure in time to the motions of his hips, and above her she could hear deep bestial huffings as he ploughed her. She lay her head on the table, losing herself in the ecstasy of the moment, as the torchlight flickered and spat. His balls slapped satisfying against her, warm legs bumping pleasingly against the backs of hers. As she savouring this moment, she wished that it would never end. Soon though, the bull’s animal moanings grew louder, and his penetrations had gained more speed too. Her body instinctively knew that they were reaching the climax, and a stream of even more pleasurably feelings began to rise inside her. They moaned together, the gaps between their cries getting shorter and shorter as he banged her faster and faster. Suddenly they could hold on no longer as roared and thrust all the way into her one last time. Her head arched back as high as it could go as she let a cry of pain-like sounding passion, as she felt the satisfaction as he released of huge load deep inside her.
      Her head fell to the table, exhausted but happy. She flinched slightly as the large beast withdrew his withering rod from within her. She remained bent over, wallowing in the warmth of his seed deep inside her. Eventually, she lay down in the hay with her satisfied mate and they fell asleep.

      Pushing open the stable door in the morning, the stable boy was stunned at what he saw.