8.000 years ago an incredibly degenerate woman lived in an island, located west to Corsica.
She was lewd and hot like the yeast, and amoral she was
but she lived alone, and the island was only hers
and in those times, the man just appeared on the Eaarth, and still had tail, the man
and in those times, the man just appeared on the Eaarth, and still had tail, the man
the peoples of her time called the Mediterranean an Ocean, and her island was too small to be mapped by the rädärz of Olympus
because the island was lost, like a grain of salt devoured by the fat abdomen of the sea
and by the warm fog.
And she never knew who were her parents, or anything, and her oldest memories were about herself only in the island, all she knew was that her name was Circe, or Kryce, and she was devoured by the vice and the witchcraft and the bloodlust.
Regularly, or perhaps every ten years, the wreckages of the ships of the men crashed against her shores crushed by the typhoon.
she received the survivors, offered them sweet horse meat, and red liquor, and invited them all to love.
Only horses and mares surrounded Circe in her life, mares especially, and some few stallions.
The stallions were all red, and her predilect pastime was blowjobbing the horses' phalluses.
Her name is only laterally mentioned in "Argonautica".
So she was shelter for the drifters giving them food and roof.
And she never knew who were her parents, or anything, and her oldest memories were about herself only in the island, all she knew was that her name was Circe, or Kryce, and she was devoured by the vice and the witchcraft and the bloodlust.
Regularly, or perhaps every ten years, the wreckages of the ships of the men crashed against her shores crushed by the typhoon.
she received the survivors, offered them sweet horse meat, and red liquor, and invited them all to love.
Only horses and mares surrounded Circe in her life, mares especially, and some few stallions.
The stallions were all red, and her predilect pastime was blowjobbing the horses' phalluses.
Her name is only laterally mentioned in "Argonautica".
So she was shelter for the drifters giving them food and roof.
So she only wore a tiny peplum that revealed her boobs circumference and her soft twat.
So she was lover for the unknown drifters, giving the sailors her mouth and vagina and clitoris and thighs and anus, without words.
And in that epoch the fanfaron Tytans and the gods still fought to control the skies and the Earth, and the harpies and the cyclops still devastated the continental surfaces, like Azia, home of the penile Virago women.
Fucking Circe was maddening, her body was wet and warm, her big clitoris tasted like honey and hormonal sweat, her anus was like a soft cylinder, to slide the love easily through it, her vaginal lips received two and three simultaneous penetrations with elastic naturality, her mouth sucked their cocks with a desperate passion, non-stop and to the end, as they never saw in another woman.
They were infatuated for her body, and couldn't stop fucking Circe for long hours, even days, it was an addictive fucking, surreal?
So she was lover for the unknown drifters, giving the sailors her mouth and vagina and clitoris and thighs and anus, without words.
And in that epoch the fanfaron Tytans and the gods still fought to control the skies and the Earth, and the harpies and the cyclops still devastated the continental surfaces, like Azia, home of the penile Virago women.
Fucking Circe was maddening, her body was wet and warm, her big clitoris tasted like honey and hormonal sweat, her anus was like a soft cylinder, to slide the love easily through it, her vaginal lips received two and three simultaneous penetrations with elastic naturality, her mouth sucked their cocks with a desperate passion, non-stop and to the end, as they never saw in another woman.
They were infatuated for her body, and couldn't stop fucking Circe for long hours, even days, it was an addictive fucking, surreal?
When the love ended, Circe offered the exhausted sailors sweetened mare meat
she added some herbs to the meat which turned the sailors into horses, it was the price for the pleasure.
The old stallions were circumcized and sacrificed to the hermetic and blackened Kronos, dethroned god of the chronometers, and substituted by the new stallions.
After the sacrifice Circe cut the horses' balls and phallus, and sucked the juice and blood, her furor for the cock was interminable.
And in the myddle of the island Circe enthroned a statue of the repugnant Cockatrice, her mother, maybe.
One afternoon during an obscure rite, a yellow mare was sacrificed to the god sun Helios, this ceremony was usual.
This ceremony was not usual.
It was common, the ceremony.
Because Circe guessed Hellios was her father, so she offered hecatomb, and offered her cunt to the sun, and wanked her vagina under the god sun Helios, her father, because she was amoral.
Circe then sucked the mare's vagina, as she always did, because the hormones enlarged her clitoris, and then, she bathed her naked body in the blood of the beast.
Circe, or Kryce did all this during 554 years time non-stop, and she was extremely cruel.
Because her reign on that miserable rock was despotic, and she was as perverted as perverse, everything in the islet was vice and curse, and blöödd and hard sex, between Circe, her horsex and the occasional mariners who drifted in the immonde but small island. Huh.
she added some herbs to the meat which turned the sailors into horses, it was the price for the pleasure.
The old stallions were circumcized and sacrificed to the hermetic and blackened Kronos, dethroned god of the chronometers, and substituted by the new stallions.
After the sacrifice Circe cut the horses' balls and phallus, and sucked the juice and blood, her furor for the cock was interminable.
And in the myddle of the island Circe enthroned a statue of the repugnant Cockatrice, her mother, maybe.
One afternoon during an obscure rite, a yellow mare was sacrificed to the god sun Helios, this ceremony was usual.
This ceremony was not usual.
It was common, the ceremony.
Because Circe guessed Hellios was her father, so she offered hecatomb, and offered her cunt to the sun, and wanked her vagina under the god sun Helios, her father, because she was amoral.
Circe then sucked the mare's vagina, as she always did, because the hormones enlarged her clitoris, and then, she bathed her naked body in the blood of the beast.
Circe, or Kryce did all this during 554 years time non-stop, and she was extremely cruel.
Then, as the months passed by, the cosmic software got aligned toward Caprichorn every 21th of December:
that night Cyrce turned into a repulsive winged insect with human stare:
The Demiurge.Because her reign on that miserable rock was despotic, and she was as perverted as perverse, everything in the islet was vice and curse, and blöödd and hard sex, between Circe, her horsex and the occasional mariners who drifted in the immonde but small island. Huh.
Circe lived in a conical hut she built mentally in the middle of the vile forest, equipped with all sorts of rustic dildoes and implements of pleaxure that herself designed, like sodomy harnesses, fucking oscillators and vibrators for her twat, and modern appliances for anus.
She also practiced low-impact fitness, and natural anal enlargement, being penetrated by her stallions every day.
She also practiced low-impact fitness, and natural anal enlargement, being penetrated by her stallions every day.
Because the weather and the breeze were very mild in the islet, and invited to fuck all the tyme.
Circe, or Kryce did all this during 554 years time non-stop, and she was also very sadistic and crudelísima and trashed. Huh.
Suddenly, on the first day of the first month of the 555th year time, a geological fault or scissure was opened in the sky!
A huge fissure in the skyy that occupied the whole Unyverse
from the hörryd fracture appeared the parricidal gods, they just castrated and killed their fathers the Tytans, and kicked them into the interminable dome with iron walls called abyss, to be tortured night and day.
Suddenly, on the first day of the first month of the 555th year time, a geological fault or scissure was opened in the sky!
A huge fissure in the skyy that occupied the whole Unyverse
from the hörryd fracture appeared the parricidal gods, they just castrated and killed their fathers the Tytans, and kicked them into the interminable dome with iron walls called abyss, to be tortured night and day.
The quartz clock of Olympus signalled the hour: 5:55 PM, when Cyrce was caged by the Furyes and fried alive.
Her vagina was sliced and thrown to the dogs of Nice.
The stallions and the mares were crucified and the island was carbonised by the Heavy Metal lightning of Zeus ineffable.
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