Odysseus
Odysseus
Odysseus tapped his fingers against the stone door. He was trying to be gentle in his movements. Inside, he was as turbulent as the Aegean sea. He ached to grab his wife, Penelope, throw her down, and rut into her. It had been years since her sweet embrace.
He could barely remember what it felt like to push into her slick folds or bury his nose in her long, dark tresses. He was going to spend the next weeks reeducating himself. Anyone who dared enter this chamber other than to bring food and wine would meet a god like fury.
“Come in,” Penelope beckoned. She was standing at the foot of their bed. Her long dark hair descended in soft waves to her waist. Her intelligent brown eyes studied him as he approached her. They were nestled under a thick, straight brow. Odysseus wanted to lay a million kisses on that brow. He could see the mauve tips of her breasts under the thin nightgown she wore. He wanted to lay kisses on those too.
Next to her was a maid, Eurycleia. Odysseus thought her name was. He fought the urge not to glare at the innocent servant. The poor thing didn’t know she was standing in the way of a man who’d been waiting ten years for this moment.
Odysseus walked forward, right to Penelope. Then ran his nose from the tip of her shoulder all the way to the shell of her ear. He breathed in her scent. She was sweet like wine grapes. He couldn’t resist her soft lips. They were so close. He moved his hand to her chin and tilted her face to kiss her.
Penelope whimpered as their lips touched. He felt her entire body sag against him. He had to end the kiss, otherwise he would end up taking her in front of the servant.
“Dismiss your servant so that I may have you,” he whispered to her. If he was delayed for a couple more minutes, he wouldn’t care if Eurycleia was watching them. He wouldn’t care if the entirety of Greece was watching them. He would take her anywhere, on any flat surface, and any audience could be watching.
Penelope moved away from him. Taking away her lush scent.
“Not yet. I want her to move our bed over to that side of the room.” Penelope pointed a couple of meters away to where the wash basin sat. “I think it would look a lot nicer that way, don’t you?” she asked him.
Odysseus recognized this for what it was, a test. After ten years of fighting to get back to her, fighting men, and gods, and nature itself, she was testing him. Is it really you? She was asking.
Odysseus had built their bed out of a living olive tree planted in the palace. The branches which curved around the mattress and formed a giant leafy canopy were unmovable.
The logical part of him understood why Penelope was testing him. After so many years, how could she be sure her husband had truly returned and not some pretender aiming at the Kingship of Ithaca?
But the logical part of Odysseus was not working right now, only the need to have her was.
He grabbed his wife by the hips and launched her onto the soft mattress. Odysseus turned her around so her stomach was placed flat on the bed and his cock was nestled into her ass. He laid on top of her, then moved his lips to her ear.
“I have fought ten years to get back to you and you dare test me!” he seethed. “I built the bed so that it would be unmovable. You know that. I know that. Though when I’m through, we might need a new one.” He turned to look at the servant, Eurycleia. “Leave!” he shouted at her. Eurycleia scuttered out, closing the door behind her.
“I will show you in every way possible that I am your husband tonight.” Odysseus ground himself into the soft flesh of her ass. He reached around her waist and pressed his hand through her undergarment. She was sopping wet. He recalled that about her now. How wet she got when they were together, and tight, and rich. He wanted to fill his palate with her. It had been so long since he’d had a taste.
“Odysseus Please.” Penelope whined. “I’m sorry. I had to be sure.”
She looked back at him with large, glossy brown eyes. Odysseus kissed, a tear falling down her cheek.
“Then I will make you more than sure. You will be certain I am your husband, because only I can make you feel this way.”
With that, Odysseus pulled her nightgown up to her waist by the hem and buried his face into her ass. He licked her in long, greedy strokes. He wanted to capture the earthy sweet taste of her forever. If there was a seasoning spice named Penelope, he would have put in on everything he ate.
Penelope cried out, grasping the blankets and wood frame to push herself back into Odysseus’ sinful touch. The man was peeking his face through layers of ass and thigh to suckle her clit just the way she needed. It was triggering her orgasm faster than she’d ever come before.
“Oh please Odysseus, please,” she screeched. But just when Penelope was about to reach her precipice, Odysseus stopped. She groaned out in frustration that reached her very core.
He ran his hands appreciatively over her rear end. Penelope’s juices were smeared across his cheeks and lips from the pleasure he’d given her.
“Do you really deserve to cum after teasing me and testing me like that? You let me in your chambers wearing a dress so thin I can see your nipples through. Then try to deny me what you know is mine.”
Odysseus bunched the thin material of her nightgown in his hand so hard the fabric ripped a little over her spine. That tiny exposure of skin on her back drove him wild. He pushed his fingers through the hole in the fabric he had made and then wrenched the whole garment in two.
Penelope gasped as she felt the cold air hit the skin of her back. Odysseus did not give her time to adjust. He ripped the rest of the nightgown out from under her, then cupped her bare breasts hard, running his fingers around her tight nipples.
“Ah,” Penelope cried out, arching into his touch. Odysseus smiled and nipped her neck. He wanted to re-memorize all her sensitive spots, so he kissed down her entire spine. Taking extra time to lick the dimples of her back. And all the while still teasing her breasts with his hands.
Penelope grew desperate. She pushed back into him harder and ground against the material of the bed.
“Please. Please Odysseus. Let me come. I’ll never test you again. Oh-”
Odysseus stopped his barrage on her senses to plunge his tongue inside her while his thumb made lazy circles on her clit. Penelope reached around to grab a handful of his graying hair. Her other hand propped her torso up off the bed so that she was practically riding his face. She looked back at him. His head buried deep inside her folds. It was that sight that finally triggered her orgasm.
She came hard, releasing a wave of wetness on Odysseus’ face that he lapped up like a panting dog drinks water.
Penelope collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch her breath. While she was recovering, Odysseus removed his pants and tunic. His hungry cock sprung free, long and hard. He massaged the head, rubbing a bead of pre-cum in.
There would be time for more oral pleasure later. He needed to be inside her now.
He flipped Penelope over onto her back. Her eyes widened as she took in her naked form, then settled on his penis. Penelope took in his size and gulped.
“It fit then. It will fit now,” he reassured her.
Odysseus grabbed her legs by the ankles and hoisted them onto his shoulders. He spread her folds and studied her pussy. She was gleaming for him, plush and ready.
He lined himself up at her channel and then sunk in. Penelope gasped and squeaked until Odysseus had sunk fully inside her. Her channel spasmed around his length after so many years apart. Odysseus turned his head and bit into the skin of her calf to steady himself. He wanted to last, but the way her pussy was massaging him made it hard.
Penelope was headless to Odysseus’ struggles. She bounced against him. Desperate for that delicious fullness she had missed during their ten years apart.
“Fuck me,” she whined when he still did not move.
Odysseus gripped her ankles hard where he was holding her legs up.
“I’m trying not to-”
Penelope squeezed herself on him. Not even a lightning bolt of Zeus could have stopped him from thrusting into her at that moment. He moved inside her. Long, deep strokes that made his wife shudder and sigh.
“Oh, more, mooore,” Penelope moaned.
Odysseus leaned over her, bending the woman almost in two, so his cock went even deeper. His hand snuck in between them and rubbed her clit. That triggered Penelope. Her arms and legs went limp as she succumbed to Odysseus’ rapid thrusts. Her beautiful dark brows knitted together and her plush pink mouth fell open in an expression of pure pleasure.
He could not withstand the quivering of her channel in mid orgasmic bliss for long and released inside her. Coating her walls in ten years of pent up long.
“Great Zeus, Odysseus.” Penelope panted. A tear rolled down her cheeks. “I’ve missed you for so long. I almost forgot how good it was when we …”
“I know, love,” Odysseus responded. He kissed his wife’s sweaty forehead. “But I am not done yet.”
Penelope gasped as Odysseus gripped her by her hips and turned her onto her stomach. He slid into her from behind. Thrusting so hard that the wood frame of their bed creaked and groaned.
His threat to break the bed wasn’t so absurd anymore. Penelope found her third orgasm in that position, but still Odysseus was far from done. Over the next seven days, he fucked Penelope in every hole, in every position he knew. And when they were finally too tired to do anymore, he kissed her dark brows tenderly, like he had longed to do over long nights at war and miserable days at sea.
