She frowned as the clouds parted and the sky cleared again. She closed her eyes as she was bathed in sunlight once more. Seemingly glowing on the rock she was perched on. She became aware of the waterfall behind her, trying to spot the secret cave just beyond the steamy mists where the water crashed back into the sea. She wondered whether she ought to pay the old grumpy Minotauress a visit. She'd have to navigate the maze beyond the cave, though. The idea seemed to already exhaust her as she gave a yawn.
There was always the farm. A few of her maidens might be there feeding the pigs or milking the cows. She could always turn one of them into an animal if she felt like it. Though, it was never a really a good idea to openly punish her maidens like this. Their numbers had dwindled some in recent decades. Far too few visitors came, and even less were clever enough to evade her traps. Traps meant to stop Titans millennia ago were easy bait for the hapless mortal that fell into them. Most were simple enough to avoid. Don't drink from any water, don't bathe in any pool, and certainly don't eat anything that grew on the trees of the island. Of course, enchantments were in place to entice unwelcome guests to become hungry, thirsty, or even feel dirty enough to try their luck. Their luck, of course, was always the same as the rest of the squealing swine, the braying donkey, or the croaking toads.
Failing that, she could simply go back to the temple all the way up on the single peak on her island. There would definitely be maidens there who would welcome her and tend to her every need. Well, almost every need, so long as they kept their human form. There were very few maidens who were willing to give up their human form purely for the amusement of their mistress. If Circe wanted to turn them into an animal, she would have to take them. She briefly wished she could breed them but all the males on her island were animals. If the maidens were to lay with them, they would turn into that animal the moment they were mounted. The changes rushing over them as they were filled with their animal length.
The idea made Circe shiver. She wasn't opposed to the idea of laying with the animals. And even had done so on multiple occasions. But even she wasn't completely immune to the cost it took to sate such bestial desires. She remembered sporting a piggy tail for the better half of a century. She had the power to remove her own curses from herself, but if there were any animal that Circe longed to become it was swine. She stretched out over the rock and listened to the waterfall behind her. Countless times she had made the minotauress a boar and herself a sow. The minotauress was the only other individual who could change back to their normal form. The waterfall had the ability to wash away the transformations inflicted by Circe. No maiden knew this, of course, and very few found their way to the waterfall to find out.
She lay their and considered her options.