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Penelope was acting strange.
After they got married it was normal to think they would have consummated their marriage, everybody around them though it had happened.
But that wasn’t the case. That day they were both too tired and went to bed after kissing a little, leaving it at that. After that night though, nothing happened the next days, it seemed like Penelope was actually holding back from doing anything more than kissing and touching.
It was alright to him, if she was not ready for that sort of intimacy he wouldn’t push her at all, he would wait for her to initiate it herself.
And that was in fact what didn’t explain the current situation, since she had initiated some intimate moments but a certain “object” was always blocking them. 4 days after the wedding it was a warm and sunny evening, they were fake fighting for fun, their wooden swords crushing against each other and their laughter loud and cheerful.
Penelope was a Spartan princess and had the same type of education in wrestling, running, discus and javelin throwing that Spartan boys had, but he knew she was also gifted in sword fighting, so he was sure he could get a good match with her.
That being said, she was also pretty muscular, her arms strong and her shoulders wiry. She was strong enough to fight and also win against men. A real warrior if you ask him.
Suddenly she pushed him against a tree, the wooden sword she had, held against his throat and her other hand next to his face on the tree.
“Got you” she said, a victorious smile appearing on her lips, which only made Odysseus laugh more, his eyes looking warmly at her.
“You defeated me, I’m at your mercy now” he joked feigning a defeated look on his face, but he saw the shift in Penelope’s expression. Her eyes now looking at his lips and her face inching closer.
“Yes…” she said “you are”, he felt her breath on his lips, redness spreading on his face and going down to his neck. Before he could move his face to kiss her she threw her sword on the ground and put her hands on his waist, kissing him.
Odysseus was taken off guard but relaxed immediately and kissed back. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady himself and left her to control the kiss, while she pushed him even more against the tree.
He felt her hands massaging and groping his waist, one of her legs going between his, making him moan in between the kisses and opening an entrance for Penelope’s tongue to enter his mouth.
It overjoyed him how eager she seemed to be, his knees getting weaker, while the heat in his stomach burnt more than ever. At some point she pressed really close to him and he felt something hard pressing on his stomach.
Caught off guard he ended the kiss by pushing her shoulders, but when he looked at her she seemed distraught too, her face red and eyes wide and…guilty? As if she was just found out on something.
“Penny what-“ but Penelope ran away swiftly, not leaving Odysseus the time to finish his question. He decided to leave her alone, if she ran away it meant she wanted to be alone but he was still wondering what was that hard object he felt against his tummy…
They both seemingly forgot about that interaction, or at least Penelope acted like it never happened in the first place, and to not embarrass her, Odysseus did the same, it ended there.
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Today, a week later after that interaction, it was night time, Penelope was preparing for bed and he had just finished washing, coming into the bedchamber with his hair still wet, only a towel around his hips.
When she turned to look at him he heard a hushed gasp, her eyes wide and her hands gripping her beauty table. He smirked, liking the effect he had on his wife.
“Like what you see?” Odysseus walked to their bed, sitting on it and taking another towel to dry his hair, drips of water dropping on his thighs from the movement.
Penelope didn’t respond and he couldn’t see her face since he was drying his hair. After a while he heard her standing from her chair and walking in his direction, when she arrived in front of him she stopped and remained unmoving and silent.
That finally made him him stop drying his hair and look up at her. Her face was dark with lust and her eyes intense, she looked like she was trying to stop herself, but something else was there too. It worried him.
Throwing the towel aside he asked “Penelope is everything alright? You’re acting strange, have I done something wrong-“ but he couldn’t finish his sentence because Penelope’s hands pushed his shoulders and he fell entirely on the bed.
Her mouth launched at his, biting and licking his lips, making him gasp and open his mouth, leaving free access for her tongue to explore it. Odysseus was happy for the intimacy, it had been a week since they had done anything for…obvious reasons. He kissed her back as frantically as he could, but her hands were touching his chest, groping it and overwhelming him, making it difficult for him to kiss back with the same energy as Penelope and pushing moan after moan from him.
She finally broke the kiss, leaving Odysseus to moan freely, her mouth then went to his throat, kissing her way from his neck to his right shoulder. Odysseus felt her start sucking on it and his hands flew into her dark hair, massaging them and pushing her face even closer to his skin.
“Yesss Penny” her tongue was skilled and hot on his skin, one of her hands was now pinching his left nipple and the other was still groping him.
Odysseus was so overwhelmed in his pleasure he didn’t even think about their positions and how weird it was for them to be switched from how they normally should be. He never even realized that her legs where between his thighs the whole time, her own thighs pushing his further apart.
She kept kissing and biting his chest, her hands now gripping his thighs, pulling him more against her, so that his backside was flush against her sex, but what he felt wasn’t softness but something hard, again, exactly what he felt the time when she had kissed him against the tree.
But this time Penelope was too lost in her lust and didn’t notice one of his hands leaving her hair and trying to touch the hard object pressing in his backside.
Though, when he was about to touch it, he felt her stop in her movements and in a second she pushed herself from the bed and ran away to the door, muttering a small “I’ll be sleeping in the other room” before shutting the door.
Odysseus was left with his mouth hanging, on the bed, hot and confused. That object he felt that day when they were sparring. And that he also felt today. It could only be one thing. But how was it even possible?
Pushing himself from the bed, Odysseus put his thoughts together. “I need answers or this situation will never be solved” he finished drying his hair and put on a clean blue chiton, and with extreme care he opened the door and went out in the hallway of the palace, a candle in his hand to search for the room where Penelope ran in.
After walking for a while he finally saw a small light coming from the kitchen, quiet sobs coming from it, which made his heart quicken, rushing as quietly as he could to look from the crack of the door.
Penelope was sitting in one of the chairs that were around the big marble table they always had breakfast in and she was talking between sobs, hands on her face, to one of her maids, who looked at her with a pitying but also embarrassed expression.
“I didn’t think she would actually grant me such a gift, I didn’t even think she could hear me” he heard her say, his heart clenched, he wanted to ignore his coherence and go and hug his poor crying wife, but he resisted, he needed to know who she was talking about.
“My queen” it was her maid Lena who spoke now, “don’t be sad, the king loves you immensely, this…gift won’t change that”.
But Penelope persisted in her cries “You don’t understand! It would be so easy to just tell him, but I cannot bear to see him distance himself from me, I’d prefer dying over him scorning me for my own selfishness” her cries where almost desperate now and Odysseus’ control was wearing thin, he couldn’t stand his wife ever thinking something like this, nothing would make him stop loving her.
“I know that he wants me, I want him too, so much it almost kills me every time we’re together, but the things that I want to do to him…only a man can do them, either with a woman or another man whom he loves and shares a bond with”.
Penelope looked at her maid, one of her hands going to touch her clothed groin “This, the Goddess Aphrodite gifted me this so that I could fuck him, because that’s what I wished for, and I hate myself for loving that I have this gift, even if I can never use it, because now how will we have children when I cannot bear them? My wish was granted, but at the cost of his legacy…” her face twisted in pain.
“ NO! I PREFER NEVER TELLING HIM AND NEVER HAVING INTIMACY WITH HIM AGAIN THAN HIS HATE” she started crying again and more fervently, poor Lena, face red from the words she had just heard, did her best to calm Penelope and that’s all he saw, as he finally rushed back to his room.
Closing the door of the bedchamber, he fell against it and slipped slowly, falling on the ground, his face was red, so so red, his heart almost bursting out of his chest. Oh Penelope, his sweet, strong Penelope. Everything was clear now.
And she was so so wrong. She wanted to fuck him, to be the one who gives the pleasure, the one who takes care of him afterwards. Many men would find this a stab to their pride but Odysseus didn’t care. Giving up control to Penelope…almost sounded too good, and it’s not like their intimate moments had ever been different, that’s exactly how he liked it.
He though for some time and finally he had an idea ‘Maybe…I could also pray to lady Aphrodite’.
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The next day, Penelope ignored him every time they saw each other, she didn’t know that he had heard her the night before and also that he had found a solution to their “problem”.
Apparently Lady Aphrodite had a very great hearing and a liking for their couple, since when he woke up, he had exactly what he had wished for settled between his legs. He will remember to build a temple for her, it was only right to repay for the blessings she had granted them.
He knew exactly what to do, and everything would come together just this day.
Eventually evening came, it was time for them to meet to have dinner together. Penelope hadn’t come in the chamber all day and that made it simpler for him to prepare himself and make himself as appealing as ever, he had shaved that little of beard that he had, washed with rose water and used the best of oils for his body and hair, that were curly and bright.
He put on one of his best chitons, a red one, made of the finest silk, it was pretty short and only reached his mid thigh and it also had splits on both sides of his thighs. He was ready.
He strode confidently in the hallway of his palace and when he arrived in front of the doors to the chamber where they would eat, he ushered all the guards to get out from there, they could go rest if they wanted and could only disturb them in case of actual danger.
After the guards were all out, he closed the doors behind him, entering the chamber, his eyes landing on his wife, her dress still the one of the day before and her hair adorned in golden. Her eyes did not look at him, they were fixed on her hands, where her fingers were picking at each other.
“Good evening my love, hope I didn’t make you wait much” he said, and started walking in her direction, he saw her eyes slowly lifting to see him and get wider with every stride he did, getting near her. Her mouth slightly parted and the fingers of one of her hands dig on the palm of the other hand.
He smirked as he finally came to be in front of her, his gaze faked innocence and his hands reached out to take her face in between them. She looked almost hypnotised by his every movement, her eyes fixed on his.
Odysseus bent down to kiss her lips, it was a quick innocent kiss, that left her wanting and on edge, even if he knew she was from the very moment she had put her eyes on him. Her face had followed his, aching for more, and her hands had started moving, trying to touch him.
But before she could do anything, his hands left her face and he strode to take a seat on the other side of the table. A small smile adorned his face and his eyes gave away nothing.
“Well, shall we eat now?” that snapped Penelope out of her bliss, and still looking at him she gave a small nod, looking towards her plate where she had already put some food.
They ate in silence or, Penelope picked on her food and sometimes ate little mouthfuls of it, while Odysseus gazed at her with bright eyes. One of her hands was gripping the table and her face had a small blush forming on her cheeks.
Odysseus knew. It was finally time to act. Taking a jar with wine in it, he put it in his chalice considerately and started drinking it, gulping it down with content. He felt Penelope’s eyes on him, her pupils dilated when some of the wine got on his chin and he licked it away with his tongue.
Putting the chalice down, he made a show of licking from his fingers, especially his thumb, the wine that had got on them and that’s when he finally looked at Penelope, her nostrils flaring, eyes full of lust and her teeth biting her bottom lip. Her hands were gripping the silverware, he was worried she would actually cut herself on their smooth lineament from how hard she was gripping them.
Faking his concern he stood up from his chair and went near her, one of his hands went to her forehead, a little sweaty from the contain, pressing on it and with a concerned voice he asked “Oh dear, Penelope are you perhaps not feeling well” but she didn’t respond, her hands finally left the poor silverware and they were shaking, her control was breaking.
Mentally he smirked, really was this all it took for her to give in? It was adorable honestly but he had to continue or this would never end. And honestly it was starting to get hard for him too, his sex was pulsing and he desperately needed Penelope to do something.
So he continued “Or perhaps it’s something else” with that, in a slow agonizing moment he took the arms of her chair, rotating it, so that she was now facing him completely.
Now that he could see her well, there was an obvious tent in her dress, pretty big too…his hands went to her face again and her hands planted themself on his hips, gripping them. Slowly she pushed her head on his chest, soft and strong at the same time against her face, her hands now moving behind and massaging Odysseus backside.
“Odysseus…my husband, my love, my…I-I’ve done something terrible for selfish reasons and now I can’t bear you any chil-“ but she was cut off by Odysseus’ “Shhh”. Her face snapped back to look at his face, her eyes wide and confused.
“I know” he said “I know that you have…a cock Penelope” her eyes widened comically her mouth hang open, she was speechless.
“You…YOU DO!? AND WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT!? We are ruined I can’t have children for you!” she shouted but Odysseus looked at her warmly and smiled, taking one of her hands that was on his backside.
“No, I found a solution, that will satisfy us… in every possible way” he then brought her hand on his clothed groin, pressing it and making himself moan, while juices threatened to fall on his thighs. He heard her audibly gasp, the hand on his back side coming to grip his thigh and the other on his clothed sex palming it.
“You did this…for me” her eyes shone with lust and joy, he had never seen her so happy, her pupils so big they made her grey eyes almost seem pitch black.
Odysseus moaned again “For us love” he pushed both of her hands away from him and sat himself on her lap, his thighs put on either side of hers and then, she felt his nude and wet sex, that was apparently only hid in the front by the chiton, open on the tent were her hot and clothed cock pulsed hard with eagerness.
They both moaned, Penelope’s hands went to Odysseus’ hips, pushing him flush on her clothed cock, bucking her hips and making Odysseus moan even louder. They both knew they needed more.
Penelope gripped Odysseus thighs really hard, pushed herself up and him with her and threw Odysseus with his back against the table. Some things on it fell on the floor from the impetuous movement and Odysseus circled his arms on Penelope’s neck, bringing her face to meet his.
They kissed, hard and fast, Penelope’s tongue down Odysseus’ throat and her clothed cock still pressed against Odysseus’ sex, moving and actually entering him a little, making Odysseus moan against her mouth in pleasure.
He broke the kiss, needing to breath and his glistening eyes looked at her eager, and that just made her want to fuck him into a blissful state, moaning and screaming her name in pleasure.
“Penny aaah, let’s take this to bed love, we can’t do this here” he was right, and she couldn’t wait anymore. Her strong arms gripped his thighs, taking him flush against her and making him circle his legs around her waist, his face on her neck and arms circling it.
She started running against the doors and kicked them open with one of her legs, no guards around, they could be harmed easily, but this time she would let it pass, she had better things to do.
Not much time had passed when they finally arrived in front of the door of their bedchamber, she kicked the doors open and from the force, after she flew inside the room, they closed themself with a loud ‘thumf’, leaving Penelope and Odysseus to their activities.
Reaching their bed, she threw Odysseus there, crawling on top of him almost like a predator, eyeing her prey with dark, hungry eyes. She ripped her dress off, letting Odysseus look at her red, veiny cock. His mouth went dry. It was really big, really really big. His face turned completely red and that’s when she decided to snap Odysseus’ own chiton with her clawed, rough hands, being able to take a look at him herself.
She repressed a gasp, he was so beautiful and the clear lunary light coming from the window made him look out of this world. He looked up at her towering form with lust and moved one of his legs, making his foot caress her side, teasing her and circling her waist to get her close to him, his arms going to circle her neck .
“What are you thinking?” the question made Penelope snap out of her daydream, the tension between them so high it made her head spin. Not getting a response, Odysseus opened his mouth to ask again but he was stopped by Penelope’s tongue invading it, licking every part of his mouth and tasting the wine he had drank.
She broke the kiss to leave Odysseus time to breath, meanwhile her hands spread impossibly further Odysseus’ things, those perfect, massive thighs, leaving her the perfect view to see Odysseus’ pussy open like a flower in spring, just for her.
She started biting and sucking on his thighs, leaving mark after mark, Odysseus’ moans filling the whole room, that almost felt like a sauna from the steaminess of the act. Breaking away from the heaven she found in his thighs, Penelope looked down at Odysseus.
“Ody, I know this is new for you, for both of us, are you entirely sure you want to do it today?” her voice was rugged and breathy, and Odysseus looked her in the eyes, his own dark and fuzzy from lust “Yes my love, I never wanted anything more than this, do whatever you want to me” he smiled at her and that’s all she needed to hear before she put her mouth on his pussy.
Odysseus moans became guttural, his hand flew to her hair, gripping them and pushing her mouth even closer to his sex.
Penelope first kissed his pussy, opening it a little with two fingers, then she started licking the juices that flowed from it, entering her tongue slowly and carefully on the so awaited warm hole, pushing her tongue in and out of it, listening to the music that were Odysseus’ sounds of pleasure.
She felt another taste on her tongue at some point, Odysseus had started shaking and he let out a very loud moan, gripping her hair so tightly she though he would rip them out, her tongue deep inside him. Odysseus had just come.
She lifted herself from the warmness she was in, lifting one of Odysseus’ legs and putting it on her shoulder, and went to kiss him, her face sticky with the sweet nectar she had just tasted, to make Odysseus also taste himself. Odysseus’ eyes were glistening with tears of pleasure and when they broke their kiss, a string of saliva and fluid still connected them together.
“You taste wonderfully love” Odysseus cracked a smile and Penelope licked his cheek, and then his neck and collarbones, sucking on them.
With her other hand she brought Odysseus’ other leg on her shoulder, so now both of his legs were gripping her shoulders, and she could finally begin her so awaited penetration.
“Ody, I’m going to use one finger first, are you ready?” Odysseus took one of her hands and smiled “I’m ready” and with that she entered slowly with one finger, Odysseus eyes rolled back and the moan he let out was full of pleasure, even if she could see the light twitch of his brow. In the end it was their first time.
After he grew accustomed to it, she started pushing the digit in and out of him, making him moan louder every time. After that the second, the third and fourth finger came and when he had all of them buried deep inside him, Odysseus, now a mess, begging to be fucked, she asked “Are you ready? Can I enter now?” he responded with a high and impatient “YES”.
She removed all of her fingers from inside him, making him moan in displeasure, mourning what was inside him but it was quickly followed by a loud pleasured moan, as Penelope’s cock slowly started entering him.
The hands they still held together dislocated from their hold and after Penelope was buried deep inside Odysseus, her hands went to his hips, Odysseus gripped the soft material of the bed, and she waited that he’d adjust to her presence inside him.
“I’m fine Penny, you can move” Penelope started thrusting her hips slowly and with time she started getting faster and faster, as they set up a peace. Odysseus reached with both his hands for her sweaty face and pushed their mouths together, tongues dancing with each other, while Penelope’s hot cock buried itself deeper inside Odysseus.
Penelope broke the kiss, licking her way down Odysseus’ collarbones and arriving near his breasts. She started licking Odysseus’ chest, and one of her hands went to grop one of his muscular breasts, while the other stayed on his thigh to keep the peace of her penetration.
She looked down at Odysseus’ chest. They could probably call it a bosom, the breasts were so big and soft. Squishing some more, her hand found his erected nipple, pinching and squeezing it, making Odysseus whimper and moan out of pleasure.
Her face went near his right nipple and she started licking and sucking on it, getting a startled pleasured scream out of Odysseus, who looked at her incredously “PENNY! What are you doing? It’s not like you can get any milk out of it!” he laughted.
But the laughter was quickly transformed into moans, after Penelope thrusted the deepest inside she could “Why not? You’re the one who’s gonna bear our heir…you’ll become fat with my children and become my sweet wife, won’t you Odysseus?” Penelope’s thrusts became erratic, she could feel it, her orgasm was coming.
“Ahhh Ody, I’m gonna come” her voice cracked under the pressure of her orgasm and she felt Odysseus moans getting louder and his breathing quicker “I’m coming too Penny” with his arms he brought her closer to him, her cock buried so deep, Penelope could see a bulge in Odysseus tummy.
Odysseus kissed her and finally she came inside him, her semen buried deep inside his pussy while he came at the same time, mixing their juices in sweetness and saltiness.
They both trembled after their steamy session, sweaty and flashed. They kissed, Penelope still deep inside Odysseus, her arms now circled his waist while his were still around her neck.
“Ody, you were wonderful, so perfect just for me” she said, making him moan in pleasure. Even if he was overwhelmed, it was still the best thing he ever experienced. When he felt her start to pull out though, he circled her waist with his legs in a crushing grip, that didn’t hurt Penelope at all but only made her cock hard again, if not harder than before, pressing on Odysseus’ walls and making him moan in satisfaction.
“Penny don’t take out, let’s have another round” Odysseus sounded blissed out and wanting, which made Penelope speechless and her eyes turn hungry “I didn’t think you would be such a slut for my cock” she thrust her hips inside him “But you’ll need to beg me. Now that you have a pussy, you’ll be the queen that gives us many children and I’m the one with this big” she thrust harder “thick” deeper “cock, that’s the only one that can satisfy you” she kept thrusting, Odysseus moans were frantic but he didn’t give up.
Taking Penelope off guard, he used his strong thighs around her hips to push her on her back, and while still being attached to each other, he fell on her lap, her cock deeper inside that it had ever gone, making Penelope the one to moan. Odysseus’ warm and tight entrance squished her cock so much she could actually come again right away and then that brat of her husband started moving frantically, while her hands groped his soft ass.
She came with a moan short after, Odysseus above her looking at her triumphant and moving his pussy slowly in circles on Penelope’s lower stomach, still on top of her cock.
One of her hands moved near her lower stomach, taking the sticky juice of her and Odysseus’ love making, and pushed it inside Odysseus’ ass, making Odysseus moan in surprise.
“You witch, you can’t fuck both of my holes at the same time!” He said this, but one of his hands reached for the one she had inside his ass and pushed it deeper. He moaned loudly and arched his back, making his nipples stand out. Penelope lunched her mouth to suck on his nipples, biting and kissing them, thrusting her hips up to fuck Odysseus pussy and burying her other fingers inside his ass.
Odysseus was in heaven, the pleasure was so much that he came again, even stronger then before and he felt Penelope hug him close. He was still on top of her, her cock still buried deep inside him.
He loved this, he could stay on her lap forever, his pussy full of her and their juices forever. He felt her kiss his forehead. He opened his eyes and they locked with hers. With a final kiss Penelope came out of him and they fell on the bed exhausted and happy.