Scorpion Fable Novels & Stories

He didn’t finish his thought, but sat there looking like he was thinking hard. “It’s my nature to what?” I said, a sliver of aggression in my voice. He made a face, like he knew he’d stepped in it, and now he regretted going out for a walk in the first place. “Have you ever heard the story about the scorpion and the frog?” “What? No – what’s that got to do with – ” “So there was this frog, see, on the riverbank. And he’s just about to swim across the river when this scorpion comes along and says, ‘Hey, mate, can you ferry me across the river on your back?’

Pelin seethed. The sand rumbled again beneath our feet, louder this time. “Now run!” I screamed, grabbing Pelin’s hand and clasping it tight. She didn’t hesitate anymore. We took off across the dunes, boots sinking into the shifting ground, breath ragged from the heat. Behind us, the sand cracked open with a deep, thunderous roar. Scorpio the massive scorpion emerged from the depths, crawling forward on its grotesque, skeletal limbs. Its long, spindly legs moved with a disturbing rhythm, each step sending a shiver down my spine. It didn’t attack right away, no, that would’ve been too merciful.

"I need more. Please give me more." I added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him wider. He moaned loudly, his back arching, his bound hands gripping the headboard. I worked my fingers in and out, curling them to find his prostate. The moment I hit it he cried out, his whole body jerking. "There it is," I murmured, rubbing that spot over and over. "That's what you need isn't it? Need me to fuck you right here until you can't take it anymore."