Kinktober 2025

This year, I didn't manage to make my own Kinktober list. I'll write up some of the leftover favourites from the previous Kinktobers and use this Tumblr list for inspiration.

I'll aim for 31 shorts yet again. Same procedure as every year. 🥂

Day 01: Incest (Zeus / Persephone)

Warning: I'm playing into the genre with this one, it doesn't just happen to be myth-based incest like I normally write it!

Demeter had kept her away from Olympos. But Zeus wasn't blind. Persephone had bloomed into a voluptuous young goddess. She had Demeter's tits. Zeus had enjoyed them profoundly when he had layn with his sister, his rain of come falling on her fertile earth. Now their daughter was all grown up, her charms plain for all to see. And shouldn't he see to it that his little girl's virginity wasn't taken by some horny peasant Demeter mingled with?

When Hera told him about some event with her sisters his ears perked up. That was his chance! He made love to her passionatly that night, imagining how he would deflower the little Spring goddess.

The day that Demeter would be away came. Zeus kissed Hera goodbye, then snuck down to earth where Demeter lived with Persephone, close to the humans. He transformed into a snake and slithered towards the farm. Persephone tended to the plants by herself, her clothes practical and stained with dirt. If she lived on Olympos, she could wear luxurious dresses without as much as a speck of dust marring it. But Demeter had always had other priorities. And now she let their daughter grow like a weed instead of cultivating her into the beautiful flower she could be.

Zeus transformed back into his divine shape. Persephone dropped the plant she had been carrying.

"Dad...?"

"My little one." He smiled. "All alone."

"Not any more." She smiled back, tugging at her chiton. The neckline was low. Demeter would turn her into a hussy.

"True." He put an arm around her waist. "My, have you grown."

Her tits were almost spilling out of the dress. He reached out a hand to grab them.

"Daddy! What are you doing?"

"Just checking if they're ripe." He winked. "A young maiden's breasts should be perky and small, resembling unripe apples. Not big and heavy like a mother's swollen with milk."

Persephone blushed.

"Daddy! That's so mean!"

"Are you swelling with drops of milk, little one? Did a farmer's boy put his child inside you? It's not becoming of a goddess to sleep with mortals, you know? Did your mother not teach you about that? No, I suppose she wouldn't."

Persephone ducked out of his grasp and picked up the plant she had dropped, continuing with her work.

"I'm still untouched by men if that's what you're worried about, daddy."

"Would you like to be?"

She stilled.

"I..."

"A peasant boy is no consort for a daughter of Zeus, Persephone."

"Right."

"But you're in luck. I have just the right person for you."

Persephone lifted an eyebrow, apparently unconvinced.

"I rejected my divine suitors. Who else would there be."

Zeus grinned. He lifted her earth-stained skirt. Her arse cheeks were nice an plump. Not as fat as Demeter's, but they would be nice and soft all the same when he slammed against them.

"The only way to make sure it's done right is by doing it myself."

Persephone gaped at him. Then she bent forward.

"You know what's best for me, daddy."

He pulled her against him.

"Absolutely."

His cock had been aching for days! He saw her cunt, wild and hairy like an untended garden. He'd have to have a word with Demeter. But right now, all he could think of was her pink hole beneath the coarse shrubbery. He guided his erection toward the entrance and pushed inside, her gasp the sweetest melody.

"There, there, baby girl, you'll get used to it."

"You're so big, daddy!"

"I know, little one, but daddy knows you can take all of him like a good girl."

"Yes, daddy, I will!"

He eased in, feeling a surge of power at his conquest. She was warm and tight and gripped him fully. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands and thrust.

"Be brave, my girl. This is what a man feels like."

"Feels amazing, daddy!"

He swelled inside her.

"Brace yourself, baby girl."

He fucked her, watching her heavy tits sway with each thrust sparking currents of electricity surging through him. She was hot. She was his.

"Oh daddy!" she cried and he thrust deeper.

"This is what you want, isn't it?"

"Oh yes! Oh daddy, please!"

Zeus kept up a good pace but her innocent pleas and moans derailed it completely. He practically burst, his life-giving seed falling on her fertile ground with a grunt.

"You stopped?" she choked.

"Demonstration is over, baby girl."

He pulled out, watching his seed run down her thigh with deep satisfaction. He had claimed her before Demeter could ruin her.

~~~

Demeter sipped her wine.

"Your father was here?"

"Sure was." Persephone gave her a lopsided grin. "Thought he was my first."

Both of them laughed heartily.

FIN

Day 02: Kidnapping (Eos / Kephalos)

"Kephalos was another whom Eos loved and kidnapped."
Pseudo-Apollodorus, Bibliotheca 1. 86

Kephalos was in the mountains at first light. He loved the hunt. He loved the coolness in the morning before Helios' scorching heat parched his throat. The blue twilight gave way to fiery red as Eos lit the sky. It was an unbelievably beautiful sight and Kephalos stopped to witness it. The warm glow of the newborn day bathed the mountain peaks in light. Something fell from the sky into the grass beside him with a thud. No, not something. Someone. His eyes bulged in awe. A woman with wings and a burning torch had fallen – or landed? – from the sky. She had to be a goddes. Had to be! Mortal women didn't drop out of the sky and survived to tell the tale. She gave him a radiant smile.

"How pretty you are!" she cooed. "Even prettier up close. I'll take you for myself!"

And with those words, she snatched him and took to the air, never heeding his cries of protest.

"Where are you taking me? I have a father! I have a bride!"

The goddess held on to him tighter.

"Now you have a new bride, my pretty. And a new home. You'll love it there! Imperfection is banned from Mount Olympos. Which doesn't mean mortals are. Lord Zeus who gathers the clouds has invited many a mortal to his table."

"Put me down! I have a bride!"

"Oh, my dear, don't be so rude. An invitation to the table of the gods is an invaluable honour!"

Kephalos stopped shouting. He submitted to Fate. Unless he wanted to fall to a swift death, he better complied with his abductor.

Eos finally set him down on a meadow, high on the peaks of Mount Olympos.

"And now, my beauty, we will take our pleasure with one another."

Eos pressed him into the soft grass. His heart hammered. A goddess. And she wanted him. He was not in the mood. Not at all. He wanted to go back to earth. He wanted to go back home. But Eos wasn't wasting any time. She was already working on his cock.

"Come on, little one. Don't be afraid."

He was afraid. What if she was displeased? What then? Would she punish him? Would she kill him?

Even intense mechanical stimulation from the rose-fingered goddess left him limp as he was shaking, fearing for his life and future.

"Oh well, I don't know what this impotence is about, but even impotent men can enjoy a woman."

She lifted her skirts.

"Lick"

Kephalos nodded, attempting to get up but she pressed him back into the meadow, sitting down on his face, her rosy lips already swollen, her womanhood already wet as the morning dew.

Kephalos gulped. He opened his mouth, tasting her, probing her. He'd do what she wanted and be done with it.

"Yes, little darling, like that!" she purred. Her hands closed around his wrists, guiding him to grab her bum cheeks. "Keep on licking. Like a kitten."

Kephalos did. His tongue followed her slit, up and down, up and down, the juices from her womanhood nigh drowning him, or so he felt. He had never licked a woman before. But he'd give it his all if that meant he could finally go home again.

His face was coated in her juices, his fingers digging firmly into her plump rear, his tongue tired from its constant movement. But the goddess didn't seem satisfied yet.

"Don't stop!" she told him when he was slowing down, pushing against his aching tongue like a tidal wave against a swimmer. He faltered. The goddess looked thoroughly displeased. "We'll have to try again later, then." She picked him up with ease, back into the air. "You clearly need some training," she muttered. "I'll take it on myself and keep you. We'll make a lover of you yet."

FIN