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“And when the prince is out of her way, nothing will stop us from breaking down the queen's door!”
Antinous stood on top of one of the tables in the dining room—the other suitors around him, listening to his scheming.
“We can finally take what is ours!”
The men yelled with anticipation.
“I need four of you to hold her down, two at her arms and two at her legs. Then, when her legs are opened for me, I will get the first taste.”
Many arms raised, many men yelled, all in the hope of being picked to defile the queen next.

“Only when I have filled her up can you decide amongst yourself who will be next. We have a lot of time, the king is dead!”
Loud howling and laughter filled the dining room. As it slowly died down, and Antinous was about to continue, did someone step out of the shadows.

“Repeat yourself.” The man said, and Antinous scoffed.
“You should listen better.”
The other suitors laughed at the stranger, his face forgotten among the other 108 men.

The stranger took off the hood of his cloak and stepped up next to the table.
“Repeat yourself,” he said again with a deadly calm, “what is your plan with my queen?”

Antinous sank to his knees, facing the stranger.
“I will take your queen, force her legs open, and take her all night long.” The men started yelling again, and a grin spread across Antinous's face.
“And if that twink of a prince is swimming with Poseidon, there is no one to stop me.”
Before he could blink, the stranger had his hands around his throat, pulling him off the table. Antinous hit his head hard on the floor.

The room seemed to hold its breath, tension sharp enough to cut your fingers.

The strangers stepped up onto the table, his worn face now lit up by the torches. Whispers spread across the room.
“It can't be-“
“No, but he’s dead!”

“Bow down,” the stranger said, “bow down for your rightful king. Proud son of Laertes, ancestor of the trickster God Hermes.”
No one dared to move.

“Antinous, get up here,” Odysseus said, not even bothering to look in his direction.
Antinous pulled himself up, rubbing the sore spot on his throat. He climbed up the table, now next to the king.

“Bow,” Odysseus ordered him, but Antinous just scoffed. The king was a good several inches shorter than him and did not have 107 men to back him up; what could he do?

Odysseus put his hand up to Antinous’ hair, forcing him to bow, if only to escape the tugging pain.

Now on his knees before him, he looked up to his king. Their eyes locked. Odysseus' eyes were wild with rage before he tore his gaze away and looked around the room.
“Look at your leader!” Odysseus yelled. “Look at him kneeling before me!”
His hands were still tangled in the suitor's hair, making it impossible for him to move without hurting himself.

“Open your mouth,” Odysseus commanded, once again staring into Antinous' eyes with an emotion he could not place.
“I am not gonna-“
Odysseus drew his sword with his free hand and placed it across Antinous’ neck.

He hesitantly opened his mouth. Odysseus put his sword away again.
“Do you see what your leader has become?” Odysseus says into the now quiet room. “I can make you do whatever I want.”

Antinous just sneered but did not try to move, not with that sword so close by. His gaze followed Odysseus’ hand going to his tunic. He pushed the bottom to the side, exposing himself to all the suitors.
The king did not look at the suitors, though; he was laser-focused on the man kneeling in front of him.
“You wanted the first taste, right?” Odysseus growled, and Antinous just shook his head.
“Taste me.”

Antinous did not move, so Odysseus did it for him. He grabbed his hair tighter and moved the suitor towards his cock. In instinct, Antinous closed his mouth only to be forced open by Odysseus's tip pushing against it.
“Taste,” Odysseus said again.

Antinous’ eyes ran across the room, and shame welled up in his cheeks.
“No,” he whispered, barely able to be heard.
Odysseus took advantage of his lips parting by thrusting himself deep inside. Tears welled up in Antinous' eyes by the sudden intrusion into his throat.

Odysseus pulled back out again before plunging himself into the warm mouth opened before him.
“Would you have listened if she said no!?” He yelled. “She must have said ‘no’ countless times by now! And you were still planning on taking her.”

He sped up, spit coating his cock and dripping down Antinous face, completely humiliated.
“How does it taste?” Odysseus asked, but Antinous could only shake his head, a tear rolling down his cheek, barely able to catch his breath.

Odysseus took his face in both hands, using him in front of all his men.
“Is this the man you want to lead you?” Odysseus asked the suitors. Looking around the room, no one dared answer. A few just shook their heads, others looked away.
“Look at him!” Odysseus yelled, all eyes now on him, still thrusting ruthlessly into Antinous’ mouth. “He is being used by your ‘dead’ king. I did expect more of a fight, honestly. But I cannot expect much from a coward.”

Odysseus’ head fell to his shoulders, his eyes closed, savouring the feeling. Antinous choking took him out of his trance. He looked down at the tearstained man taking his cock. Ropes of spit trailing down his chin and connecting the two. Couching around his cock.

Odysseus pulled fully out and let go of the suitor, who fell onto the table trying to catch his breath. The king pointed at one of the suitors at the edge of the table.

“Take his tunic off,” he ordered before doing the same himself. Antinous cock was stiff.
“You fucking slut!” Odysseus laughed. “Look at him and laugh. This man is aroused by being used like a toy!”

None of the other suitors dared laugh, but Odysseus did, like a madman.
“I’m not,” Antinous's voice was raw.
Odysseus crouched before him.
“What else were you going to do?” He asked, but Antinous just seemed confused. Odysseus grabbed his cock and Antinous sucked in air through his teeth. He stroked the suitor slowly making his eyes flutter.

“Tell me!” Odysseus yelled as silent tears fell over Antinous’ cheek.
“I- I said we’d-“ His voice trailed off as Odysseus grabbed his cock tighter.
“Continue.”
“We’d hold her down, and I’d take her,” Antinous sobbed.

A grin spread over Odysseus’ face.
“Good.”
The king let go of the suitor, who scrambled back a bit, hoping it was over.
“You two,” Odysseus pointed at two suitors at the front, “grab his arms and keep him still.”

A sob escaped Antinous’ throat as the two men grabbed his arms and pulled him onto the middle of the table.
“Please,” he begged. “Please don’t do this. Please let me go.”
The other two suitors did not look at him, their faces strained on the king.

Odysseus was slowly stroking his cock, looking at Antinous being dragged before him.
“Put him on his stomach,” Odysseus commanded, and the men did as they were told.
Antinous hid his face in the table, refusing to look at his men.

Odysseus grabbed a handful of Antinous’ ass before slapping it.
“Are you ready for this?” Odysseus yelled into the room, but no one answered. Antinous just shook his head.

Odysseus let out a deranged laugh as he lined himself up to Antinous’ asshole, ready to pound. He tried pushing in but it was too tight, Antinous started sobbing at the feeling of his ass being torn in two.

Odysseus pushed and pushed, but he could not get his dick in, anger rose in him. He pointed at a third suitor.
“Get up here.”
The suitor did as asked.
“Prep him,” The king ordered, but the men just looked confused.

Odysseus grabbed his sword hidden beneath his torn off tunic.
“Get in there and prep him,” Odysseus said again, his sword now on his side.
The suitor sat down between Antinous’ legs, put his fingers to his mouth, and pulled them out with a generous amount of spit coating it. Very hesitantly he moved it to Antinous’ ass, who could only sob into the table.

The fingers were warm on Antinous’ cheeks. The suitor pulled his ass cheeks apart, before putting his fingers to his asshole, wiping the spit all around it.
“Is this good enough?” the suitor asked, staring at horror at the king stroking his cock above him.

“No,” the king replied, “use your tongue.”
“But, I don’t want to.”
Odysseus put his sword to the throat of the suitor.
“I bet you’d do it in a heartbeat if it were her lying before you.”

The suitor carefully moved downwards, trying not to get cut by the sword still resting against the sensitive part of his throat. Thankfully, Odysseus moved with him.
Hesitantly he stuck out his tongue and gave a little lick to the asshole opened before him.

“More,” Odysseus said, and the suitor took a shaky breath. He gathered spit in his mouth before distributing it all over his leaders asshole. He drew circles over the rim, his mouth now full of his leader's taste.

Odysseus pulled his sword away, and the suitor sat up. He cupped his face with one hand and looked into the suitors' scared eyes. The kings cock now right underneath his chin.
“Spit.”
The suitor spit out a string of saliva that fell onto Odysseus’ cock.

Odysseus wiped the spit all over himself before lining up once again. Antinous’ ass now having more give. Slowly but surely, he pushed inside. His mind went blank with the feeling of his cock being chocked by the tight asshole.

He hissed in pleasure before pulling back out. With every slow thrust, it became easier. Antinous was full on crying now, the pain too much to bear, but his men still held his arms down, so there was nowhere he could go.

Odysseus slapped his ass again, now going faster. All eyes were on the two men on the table. Odysseus looked around at the horrified faces all around the room.
“This is what you wanted to see, right?” He yelled, the sound of his balls slapping against Antinous’.
“You’d all be laughing and stroking your cocks if it was her laying here!”

“This is what you get,” Odysseus whispered into Antinous’ ear before sitting straight up and going even deeper.
“Please,” Antinous said, his voice raw from crying. “Please, King of Ithaca, release me.”

Odysseus laughed and slapped his ass once more, a red spot already forming.
Odysseus felt his orgasm brewing in the pit of his stomach and kept up the pace.
Antinous was still trying to beg his way out of it, but he had long since stopped hearing him.

Odysseus pulled all the way out, but kept the pace up with his hand. He came all over Antinous’ back. Long, white ropes were raining down on the suitor.

The king stepped off the table, the suitors clearing a path for him. He grabbed the bow set up in the middle of the room. Strung it with ease before grabbing an arrow and lining it up with the twelve axes.

Antinous was helped up by his men, his face red and tear stricken, cum dropping from his back onto the ground.

Odysseus let go of the bowstring, and the arrow flew through the twelve axes and right into Antinous’ throat.

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Telemachus skipped through the halls of his palace, humming a song tune. It was almost his 13th birthday. His father had become king at that age, maybe he would be crowned too, or maybe his dad would return and become king once again.

"Boy!" A familiar voice shouted from around the cornor. Heavy footsteps accompanying it. Telemachus stopped dead in his tracksz ready to run at the first sign of dangour.

The man with dark, twisted hair stepped out of the shadows, a crooked grin on his face.
"I just came from your mothers chambers," he said.

"You cant get in there," Telemachus whispered with all the courage he had. "She'll never let you in."

"Thats why I need you, boy, you are gonna unlock her door."
Telemachus shook his head.
"I dont have a key."

Antinous stepped forward at lightning speed, slamming Telemachus against the wall.
"Owh!" He cried out, stuck between the palacr wall and Antinous' body hard against his back.

Antinous grabbed his hair and pulled his head back so his ear was in line with his mouth. Hot breath brushed up against his throat.
"If she hears her little boy scream, she will surely come," Antinous whispered in the prince's ear.

"I will never scream for you," Telemachus replied.
"Then I'll have to make sure you let out other sounds." Antinous bit down into the boys neck who closed his eyes tight against the pain.

Antinous' hands travelled down the boys belly while pressing his hips into Telemachus' back.
"What are you doing?" Telemachus asked, his voice tight with fear. Antinous' hands now stroking his groin.

"You've never done this?"
Telemachus shook his head.
"You have never touched yourself here?" Antinous laughed as he grabbed the biys cock trough his tunic. Telemachus turned red, refusing to answer.
"So you have! You must know how good it feels then."

Telemachus just turned his head away, hoping to get as far away from the Suitor as he could. The mans lips now on his neck.

His hands slowly crept into his tunic, his hand curling around the boys cock. Telemachus let out a sob.

"Shh," Antinuos shushed him. "You'll like it soon enough."
Telemachus tried to focus on everything but the hand around his cock.

Antinous started grinding into him, his movements in sync with his hands. Telemachus' eyes got drawn to the flickering flame of the torch halfway down the hall. They seemed like animals running free through the wild, animals he'd never seen before.

Antinous sped up his hand and Telemachus thoughts got drawn away from the flames, his belly feeling weird.
"Stop," he gasped. "I dont feel good."
Antinous ignored the boy, continuing his stroking.

Telemachus felt the hard outline of a cock against his lower back.
"I dont want this," he sobbed quitly. Antinous reacted by biting his neck once more. Telemachus felt something build up before it shot out of him, his cock twitching.

This hadnt happened before.

Long white ropes shot out his cock, coating the wall in liquid. He quietly sobbed, not daring to be louder in case his mother would check up on him. He didnt want her to be vulnerable to this man, he didnt want her to see him like this.

"Good boy." Antinous took his hand off. It was over, it was finally over.

Telemachus felt a hand down his back, his tunic being pushed to the side. Antinous' beard tickled his neck as he pressed his hand into his buttcrack.

It was wet, and warm, and disgusting. Tears flew freely over Telemachus' face, still trying not to make a sound.

A single wet finger started prodding at his entrance and he felt himself tightening at the intrusion.

"Just yell for your mommy," Antinous whispered. "It will all stop then."
"Never," Telemachus sobbed.

A finger pressed into him and he bit his lip as not to cry out. He tried to find the flames again. He imagined two gazelles and their baby, from far away lands running free over the steppes.

He was being bent over, his face pressed against the coated wall. His cum now sticking to his face. One gazelle had vanished, now its just the mother and the baby, huddled against each other.

He felt something hard press against the entrance, it hurt. He let out a sob.

A lion appeared in the flames, slowly stalking the gazelles. Then another, and another.

He clamped a hand over his mouth and bit into it, hard, so he would not scream as Antinous' cock pushed into him. His ass being torn apart at the size of him.

He started sobbing as Antinous began thrusting, letting out little groans of pleasure.

"Fuck, little prince, you are so godsdamned tight," Antinous moaned. With every trusht another lion appeared, surrounding the gazelle's. The fire slowly dying as it came to the end of its wick.

Antinous grabbed both his cheeks, spreading them apart for better access. The suitor bend over biting his neck hard enough to leave marks.

"Just scream for me, boy," Antinous growled. "As soon as your mother is here I will no longer need you."

One of the lions stepped closer. The baby gazelle was the only thing that stood between the predator and his prey. It bravely held its head high, not moving.

Antinous sped up, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. The flame now so small Telemachus had trouble finding his gazelle's.

Antinous growled loudly, arched his back. The lion pounced, grabbing the baby gazelle by its neck. The flame snuffed out.

Telemachus felt the cock inside him twitch over and over, before Antinous' pulled out. The young prince felt something warm drip over his thighs.

"Next time, you better scream," Antinous said as he slapped the boy's ass.

Only when the man had rounded the cornor did Telemachus dare to move. He fell down against the cold, sticky wall and started crying.

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Odysseus shot up from the sea floor with the help of the windbag. The water burned on his cheeks before he broke the surface and landed on a rock sticking up from the sea.

Poseidon stood grinning in front of him, knowing Odysseus could not win this fight.
"What are you gonna do?" He taunted. "I am stronger, more agile, more experienced-"
"More egotistical," Odysseus murmered as he drew his sword.

Poseidon started laughing out loud.
"You seriously think that puny sword is a match against me?"
Odysseus did no answer and just gripped his sword tighter.

Poseidon let out a chuckle and took his Trident in his dominant hand instead of letting it dangle to his side.

Before he could react Odysseus threw his sword, something he could have never seen coming, the trident fell to the ground with a clang.

Poseidon clapped slowly.
"Well, that was fun, but I dont need my weapon, I could kill you with a single thought."

Odysseus grabbed the Trident of from the ground and balanced it in his hand. With a precise throw he pinned Poseidon to the rock, the middle prong through his throat. Ichor dripped down his Adams apple onto his bare chest.

"Let me go this instant!" Poseidon yelled, his voice raspy, his hands grasping the trident firmly but the pain stopped him from ripping it out.

"No," Odysseus growled as he grabbed the string that once held the windbag closed and tightened it around the God's hands, tying them to the rock behind him.

Poseidon yelled in frustration, but the pain could not let him focus on summoning his godly strenght.

Odysseus took of his tunic slowly, wanting to let it dawn on Poseidon what he was about to do.

Odysseus stepped forward until he stood above the God stills sitting against the rock, unable to move.

"No!" Poseidon roared as Odysseus stroked his hardening cock in his face. Poseidon tried to look away, but there was little movement that the trident let allow.

Odysseus put his cock to Poseidons mouth but he had his lips sealed tight. He pushed harder, but the God would not budge.

Odysseus grabbed Poseidons jaw and put enough pressure to force it to open. Poseidon closed his eyes as he felt his jaw stretch and the warm cock entered.

Odysseus feet stood firmly planted on either side of Poseidons chest as he held his head in his hands and thrusted into his mouth.

Poseidon refused to coöperate, no suction, no movements, nothing.
"If you want to be difficult I can take you the other way as well," Odysseus warned, but the God gave no acknowledgement that he even heard him.

Without the pleasure Odysseus hoped for he pulled back out and Poseidon laughed. He spit out the taste of the king next to him.

Odysseus stepped back, in between his legs.
"Tired already?" Poseidon teased, but Odysseus did not react.

He bend down onto his knees and put Poseidons knees on his shoulders as his mouth trailed kisses down his thighs.

Poseidons chest fumed with rage, if tat trident did not hurt so godsdamned much he would kill the man where he sat.

Odysseus mouth found its way to Poseidons asshole and spread spit all around it. It had tightened from the sudden intrusion, a sensation it had never felt before.

Odysseus stood back up, holding Poseidons legs in his hands, now dangling by his hips. He lined his cock up and pushed, but the hole would not give way.

"Fuck!" Odysseus yelled in frustration and Poseidon could only chuckle at this small win. He let go of Poseidons legs and dropped them to the ground.

Odysseus' right hand gripped around Poseidons cock and he started jerking it off. As it started to harden it kept on growing. Soon Odysseus' left hand had to wrap around it as well.

He spit on it for some extra lubrication and kept on stroking until it was full mast. The Gods cock was easily twice the size of Odysseus' and he was glad he was not the one tied up.

Odysseus lifted his legs once more and lined himself up. He spit on his hand and smeared it all over his cock and Poseidons asshole before trying again.

Very slowly it gave way and he was able to push his tip in. Poseidons face was contorted in a painful snear.
"Stop this!" He yelled. "This is blasphemy!"

Odysseus ignored him and pulled back out a little before pushing a little harder again. This time he managed to push halfway.

Poseidon growled in pain as Odysseus used his spit to lubricate them some more.

"Get off of me!" Poseidon yelled, pulling on the restraints on his hands.
"Apologize," Odysseus said as he thursted in further.

"Never! I am Poseidon, you will listen to me!"
Odysseus slammed his cock in far enough that his balls rested on the Gods ass.
"Did you listen to all the woman you did this too?" Odysseus said as he picked up pace.

Poseidon did not answer, every thurst put pressure on the trident in his thoat. Odysseus slapped the inside of his thigh, the sound echoing off of the water surrouding them.

The released storm had picked up, rain now falling around them. If Poseidon had not been so distracted he would have been able to drown Odysseus, but it did not even occur to him.

Odysseus felt the asshole slowly give him more and more room as he kept on pushing. The tight walls hugging his cock firmly, the rain cooling him down.

Poseidon groaned and yelled, but he would not give the king the satisfaction of moaning.

Odysseus was now going even faster, his balls hitting Poseidons ass with every thrust. He moaned, the rain and waves carrying the sound away. Poseidons cock had already started softening again. The king liked it, this way he knew for sure it was a punishment and not somethuming the God enjoyed.

Odysseus pulled fully out and dropped the Gods legs to the ground. His ass buring and feeling very empty now.

The king took place once more on either side of Poseidons chest and he pushed his cock back into his mouth.

Poseidon growled around his shaft, sending vibrations troughout his body, Odysseus moaned at the feeling.

He thrusted deep into his throat before unloading himself deep inside. His hands tangled in Poseidons wet hair, stabelizing him so he would have to drink every last drop.

He pulled out and stepped awatly, enjoying the sight of the God before him. His hands tied up, his hair a mess, Ichor dripping from his throat and ass. Odysseus felt proud of violating him, revenging his friends.

"Let me go!" Poseidon demanded.
"Get someone else to do it," Odysseus repied as he put his soaked tunic back on. "Explain what I did to you."

Odysseus jumped in the water and started swimming to his kingdom.

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Odysseus knocked upon his old bedroom door and it swung open.
Penelope sat on their bed, her eyes full of fear.
"It's really you!" She said. "He wasnt lying! Odysseus you need to get out of here!"

Before Odysseus could even register what was going on the door slammed locked behind him.

He felt himself getting dragged towards the chair, facing the bed, by some unkown force.

From out of the shadows a familiar face arises.
"Poseidon," Odysseus gasped.
"Yeah," Poseidon answered with a grin, "yiu should not have told my son your home address."

From behind Poseidon another face became visible.
"Telemachus!" Odysseus yelled as he fought against his invisible restraints.

Poseidon snapped his fingers and both Odysseus' wife's and son's clothes fell to the ground.

"Sit next to your mother," Poseidon ordered and Telemachus did what he asked, trying to cover himself.

Poseidon snapped his fingers again and he was naked as well, his cock at full mast. It dawned on Odysseus what was about to happen and he started yelling at the God to stop.

"Shut up!" Poseidon roared and Odysseus voice no longer seemed to work. He could not get any sound out.

Telemachus fell down onto the matress, struggling against the same invisible restraints that held Odysseus in his chair.

Penelope sat upright, trying to keep her pride, but Odysseus could see her hand shaking behind her back.

"Come here," Poseidon said and Penelope stood up and took place right in front of Poseidon. She was easily a head smaller then him, but she still looked down upon him.

"I will not answer to you," she said, her voice surprisingly steady.
Poseidon gave a look Odysseus could not decypher and Penelope fell hard onto her knees. Her face contorted in pain and Odysseus wanted to jump up to help her, but he couldn't.

Poseidon took Penelope's head into his hands and pushed his cock hard onto her lips until they gave way.

Because of the pressure he put, he shot into her balls deep, letting out a groan of pleasure.

Penelope coughed around his cock now deep into her throat, spit fell from her lips onto the ground.

Poseidon ignored her and just started to thrust.
"You should he honoured," he said. "I might even gift you with a child of my own if you behave."

Penelope's eyes were fixed on Poseidons, her look was deadly. Poseidon could only laugh about this as his balls slapped her chin with every thrust.

Odysseus noticed movement from the bed, Telemachus had sat upright and was now moving towards his mom and the God, fighting against every step.

He fell down next to his mom and Poseidon pulled out.
"Its okay, baby," Penelope tried to reasure him. "Non of this is your fault."

Telemachus was too terrified to say anything and even obliged as Poseidon put his dick in front of his mouth.
"See?" Poseidon said. "Thats a good boy, opening his mouth for me all on his own."

He put his cock onto Telemachus tongue softly moving it back and forth.
"Im not a bad guy," Poseidon said. "I was only going rough on you since you weren't complaint."

He stroked Telemachus hair as he thrust halfway into his mouth. Telemachus seemed utterly defeated.
"Its okay, baby," Penelope said again, "it will be over soon."

"Stop that!" Poseidon yelled and he waved his hand, causing Penelope to fly onto the bed like a ragdoll. She tried to sit up but she couldn't.

Poseidon made his way over to her, Telemachus following him involuntarily. Telemachus sat down onto the bed, next to his mother.

Poseidon opened Penelope's legs who turned her head away from her husband in shame. Poseidon pulled her closer towards her before lining his dick up and thrusting hard into her.

Penelope's body shot forward, but Poseidon repositioned her again. Telemachus had closed his eyes, clearly not able to do anything else.

Odysseus wanted to do the same, but he stared on in horror as Poseidon thrusted hard into his wife, gripping her hips tight enough it would surely bruise.

Poseidon threw his head back and laughed.
"How is this for revenge, king?" He spat the word out like it was an insult.

Odysseus wanted to scream at him, call him all the names under sun, but his voice still did not work.

Poseidons hand wrapped around Telemachus' cock. Penelope made sounds that were a mix of sobs and moans.
"Can you hear your mother?" He said to him, but Telemachus' did not respond. "I dont think your daddy could ever make her sound like this."

Odysseus was glad he never made her sound like that. Everytime Poseidon pulled out he could see her pussy stretching to accomadate his cock. Dark blood trickled down from her onto the bed.

Telemachus fell down onto his back, Poseidons hand srill around him. Poseidon pulled out of Penelope and moved to her son.

Odysseus pulled on his restraints again and again, but they would not budge.

Poseidon pushed intk Telemachus who screamed loudly. No prep, no nothing. Tears fell down his face as he could only cry out with every thrust. Even Poseidon seemed to have trouble moving freely.

"Godsdamnit boy," he said, "you are tight as fuck!"
Telemachus could only shake his head.

Penelope moved from her position and started climbing higher onto the bed.
"Poseidon, stop," she pleaded. "Please dont do this!"

Poseidon chuckled and Penelope sat up on her knees. She put one knee on either side of Telemachus' head.
"Lord," she said clearly desperate now, "I will do anything! Just, please, stop this."

Poseidon did not answer and just lowered her onto her sons face, her pussy right on his lips.

"Go on, boy," he teased. "Taste your mother."

"No," Telemachus said but his mouth did not listen to him. His tongue found its way in between his mothers folds and sucked down onto her clit.

Odysseus' heart was racing in grief and anger, so much he was afraid it might explode.

Telemachus' tongue flicked over Penelope's clit at rapid speed and she started to moan louder.
"Yes," Poseidon said, thrusting a bit easier now that Telemachus had time to get used to the sensation. "Keep going. Make your mother cum on your tongue."

The words of encouragment sent a wave of stamina through Telemachus and he kept on going.

"No, please," Penelope moaned. "I don't, ah, I dont-"
She came with a cry. Her legs shaking ajd trying not to crush Telemachus beneath her.

Even after she came was Telemachus not allowed to stop. He was allowed to slow down though, now softly sucking instead of licking.

Penelope bend over, her face now mere inches away from her sons cock. Poseidon put his hand on her head, pushing her closer.

"Can you see what I'm doing with your son?" He asked.
"Youre a disgusting pig!" Penelope yelled in response, causing Poseidon to push her onto her sons cock.

She tried to say something, but he words were lost as she was pressed down even further.

She started to bob up and down and Odysseus knew Poseidon was making her do this. Nothing of this was her own choice.

"Mom, I'm sorry," Telemachus cried into her pussy as he arched his back and shot his cum deep into her throat. He moaned into the pussy ontop of him as he rode out his orgasm.

As soon as he was done, Penelope was flung off of him. She now lay on her stomach next to her son.
"Its okay," she said as she swallowed his cum. "This is not your fault, I forgive you."
Telemachus just started to cry harder.

Poseidon pushed back into Penelope, slapping her ass leaving a red mark behind. He thrust harder and deeper then before, moaning into the air.

"You know," he said breathlessly, "I'm feeling generous. I will bless you with my child eventhough you've been a bitch throughout all of this."

He pushed deep inside and released himself inside of her.
"No!" Penelope yelled but it did not matterz she couldnt do a thing about it.

Poseidon pulled out, drops of his cum dripping out of Penelope.
He casually strolled towards the door before stopping in the doorway, staring at Odysseus.
"Were even now." He said before closing the door behind him.

Odysseus almost fell of the chair as his restraints dissapeared. He ran towards the bed and took both his wife and son in his arms.

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Athena arrived at the palace around sunset. Telemachus had turned 11 today and he would soon enter puberty. She still remembered what Odysseus had asked her before he left.

"Look after him," he had said, "teach him everything."
She sighed deeply, she was really not the one who should teach him this, she was not even interested in sex herself, but she had promised.

She walked into the palace, as if she owned it, and right upto Telemachus' door. She knocked and the boy opened up. She was easily a foot taller then him. He wore a simple chiton and he seemed inquisitive as to her arival.

"Hi," he said, "who are you?"
"A friend of your fathers," she answered. "May I come in?"
Telemachus stepped aside so she could and she closed the door behind them.

"How do you know my dad?" He asked, his voice revealing the slightests hint of puberty beginning.

"We were friends since his childhood," Athena explained. "We met when he was around your age."
"Whats your name?" Telemachus asked and Athena smiled.
"Unimportant."
"Why are you here?"

Athena sat down next to him.
"I promised your father to teach you some things," she said. "And I think that time has come."

Telemachus did not answer, he was too curious what she had to say.
"Have you ever... played with yourself?" She asked.
"I always play with myself," Telemachus answered. "I have no friends."
"I mean, late at night. With your body."

Telemachus' face turned red. "Sometimes," he said, his voice small.
Good, she wasnt too early.

"Do you know how babies are made?" Athena asked and the boy shook his head.
"Okay, thats what I'm going to teach you today. Take off your chiton."

Telemachus did as she asked. His body had started to grow slightly, most of the baby fat was gone and had started to be replaced with muscle.

"Okay, so," Athena said her hand moving to his thigh. "You know what this is, right?"
"My cock?" Telemachus asked.
"Yeah, and you also know it grts hard?"

Telemachus nodded, refusing to look in Athena's eyes.
"So, when it gets hard you can put it in a woman and when you cum she can get pregnant," she explained.

Telemachus looked at her, his brows furrowed.
"What is cum?" He asked.
"Its the white stuff that comes out."
"I've never had that happen before," Telemachus said and Athena sighed.

"Its fine, you'll see soon enough," she said.
"Take your cock in your hand," she said. "Move it up and down."

Telemachus did as she said, electricity filling his body as he felt himself harden beneath his own touch.
"Thats feels good, right?" Athena asked and Telemachus nodded, his lips pressed tightly togheter.

"When you have sex, instead of your hand, you put it in your wife's pussy."
"Whats that?" Telemachus asked and Athena sighed again. She really hoped he'd knew this.

She pulled her own dress off over her head, now naked in front of the young boy.
His eyes grew wide as he stared at her boobs.
"Yes, those are boobs," she said. "You can touch them."

Telemachus carefully moved his free hand to Athena's chest. Grabbing her boob with it and playing with her nipple, he could feel her heart beat beneath her skin.

"Its so soft, does every woman have them?"
"Most of them, yes, there is also something else almost every woman has."

Telemachus removed his hand from the goddess' chests and she opened her legs.

"Thats a pussy," she said and Telemachus looked at it with intrigue.
Athena spread her lips to show him the inside.
"You need to put your cock in this hole," she said, showing him. "But if you really want to pleasure your wofe you should mainly focus on this."

She pointed at a little bump above the hole.
"This is the clitoris," she explained. "Its made up of a bunch of nerves so its very sensitive."
"Can I try?" Telemachus asked, his cock now fully hardened.

Athena spread her legs some more to give him access and he put his hand on top of it.
"Good," she said with a hiss. "But focus with just fingers."
He moved his hands down and started to move over her clit.

"Yes," she sighed. "Keep doing that."
She took his cock from him and started to trace circles over the tip with her fingers.

"This is your most sensitive part," she explained and Telemachus closed his eyes.
"This is also where the cum is going to come from."

"When I put it inside?" He asked.
"Well, it also happens if you just use your hand, but then there won't be a pregnancy."

Telemachus continued to play with Athena's clit as she started to move further down his shaft.
She might not be interested in sex, but it still felt good.

"What else can... can you do during sex?" Telemachus asked, his mind lost in his pleasure.

"You can use your mouth," Athena said.
"Like, kissing?"
"Yes, that too, but I meant that I can use my mouth on your cock. Or you can use your mouth on my pussy."
Telemachus looked shocked.
"Thats gross!" He said. "I pee from there!"

"But it feels good."
Athena put her hair up into a ponytail before putting Telemachus in front of her. She sat down on her knees and took his cock in her mouth.

He was fairly small, around 4 inches at most, but he would still grow. She easily reached his base and he moaned loudly.
"It does feel good!" He said and Athena smiled around him. She used her tongue to drag along his shaft while sucking softly.

"Ah," Telemachus moaned and he started to thrust into her mouth.
"Its feels really good," he said. "I can feel it in my belly."

Athena could feel his cock throb on her tongue, precum spilling out and she let go of him.
"Why?" He asked.
"You were about to cum, but the lesson is not done yet."

Telemachus was a bit dissapointed, his orgasm now ebbing away from him.

Athena lay back down on the bed.
"You want to try for real now?" She asked and Telemachus nodded.

"Sit between my legs," she demanded and the boy did as she asked. His fingers moved cautiously towards her pussy and he dragged them up her folds.
"Its really wet," he said.
"Thats so your cock can go in easier."

He put his fingers up to her hole, pushing slightly in and then pulling back out. Ropes of wetness connected the two.
"You're going to put the tip of your cock up to the hole."

Telemachus moved positions and did so. Athena could feel the tip resting on her.
"What do you want to do?" She asked.
"I want to push inside," Telemachus answered. Athena nodded in encouragment and the young boy used his hand to guide himself inside.
"Oh my Gods!" He exlaimed as his cock slipped in. "This feels amazing!"

Athena smiled, feeling herself strech because of him.
"What do I do now?" Telemachus asked when he was fully inside of the goddess.
"Do whatever comes naturally," she said and Telemachus started to thrust.

His hair fell into his eyes, but he was too busy to tuck it away. He held himself up by his arms, his hands right next to Athena's chest. It rose and fell with every deep breath she took, clearly struggeling to breath normally.

He had no idea who this woman was, but he did not mind that she stopped by.
"Oh," he moaned, "I have that feeling again."
"Keep going," she said, out of breath which gave Telemachus a needed stamina boost.

He went faster, going with what his body wanted. His hips started to hurt but he did not want to stop.
"Aah," he cried out as he came. He felt his cock twitch inside of her and he pulled out. White ropes shot out of him onto her pussy.

He fell down next to her, trying to catch his breath.
Athena snapped her fingers making the cum dissapear from inside her.

"Good boy," she said, taking a deep breath.
"That was great," Telemachus sighed. "Will you stop by again?"
Athena laughed.
"Not for this, this was one time only. But we might see each other again little Odysseus."

Telemachus cheeks burned at being compared to his father.
"What was he like?" He asked as Athena dressed herself.
"He is a good man," Athena answered. "You remind me of him."

She dissapeared out the door.

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The walls were splattered with blood, the halls filled with body's. Odysseus tunic was stained red as he stood among them.

In front of him was one last enemy, one last person to kill, but he couldnt bring himself to do it.

He was a young man around 23 years old. He wore a wreath in his hair and must have come from a wealthy family according to his chiton and accesories.

"Father?" He said but Odysseus could not hear him, his ears still filled with the screams of the suitors.

Odysseus stepped closer, the man didn't.
"What was your plan?" Odysseus asked, still furious. "We're you going to join them?"

Telemachus looked genuinly surprised, why would he?
"No," he said, "off course not!"

Odysseus put his hands on his chest and pushed the man against the blood soaked wall.

"What was your plan with my family!?" He yelled and Telemachus felt tears well up in in his eyes. This was not the reunion he had hoped for.

"Father, please.. It hurts," he sobbed as Odysseus dug his fingers thighter in his shoulder.

"Tell me or I'll make you," Odysseus whispered in his ear.
"I had no plans!" Telemachus cried out but he did not buy it.

Odysseus pushed down on his shoulders making him fall to the ground. Now pinned between his hips and the wall, Telemachus had nowhere to go.

Odysseus pushed his tunic aside and started to stroke his cock.
"No," Telemachus sobbed trying to avert his eyes.
"You have one last chance," Odysseus growled.

When Telemachus did not answer he grabbed his chin and pushed his cock inside.
Telemachus screamed around it as his throat was filled.
"Stop!" He yelled, but the words were lost.

Odysseus started to thrust inside. He began laughing and Telemachus feared he had fully lost his mind.

"This is what you deserve!" He yelled and Telemachus could only cry.

He could feel his fathers balls pressed against his chin as he pushed deep inside him. His head hurt from being repeatedly banged on the wall.

Odysseus pulled fully out and Telemachus gasped for air, praying it was over. He pushed back inside starting it all over again.

Telamchus tried to turn his head, look for a way out, but his fathers grip on his head was too strong.

I should have trained more, he thought as his throat was repeatedly filled with the bitter taste of his fathers cock, I shouldnt have locked myself in my room.

Odysseus pulled fully out again, this time not pushing back. He stepped away.
Telemachus fell to the ground, gasping for air.

"Are you ready to talk?" The king asked, even if he wanted, Telemachus was too out of breath to speak.

He noticed Odysseus had him no longer cornered and he gathered all his strenght. He jumped up and started to run before his tunic was grabbed and he fell hard to the ground.

"No!" He screamed. "Let me go!"
Odysseus put his sword to his sons throat, his bulge hard against Telemachus' lower back.
"Would you have let my family go?" He asked from behind.

"Yes, off course," Telemachus replied and the sword only dug deeper into his skin.
"Liar."
Odysseus pushed his son over so he sat on his hands and knees in front of him.

Telemachus could feel the lower half of his tunic being thrown onto his, exposing him.
"Dad, please," he begged. "Please don't do this!"

Something hard pressed against his entrence and he was scared of what would happen next.

Odysseus pushed repeatedly, but the man did not give way. He spread his ass cheeks, resulting in a whine from the man below him.

Finally he could push his tip in. Telemachus screamed out in pain.
Odysseus started to thrust, unable to get more then half in, but he delighted in the young mans screams.

"Stop!" Telemachus yelled loudly. "Dad, youre hurting me!"

Odysseus laughed again and kept on thrusting. He eventually managed to get all the way inside.

He put his hand against the mans throat and he could feel drips of blood seeping out from the wound his sword had made.
As he kept thrusting he licked the blood of his fingers.

"Stop screaming," he said. "This is what you deserve!"
"I don't," Telemachus cried.

The sounds of Odysseus' balls hitting his sons ass filled the hallway, drowned out by the screams coming from the young man.

His ass had fully given up trying to keep out the invader, moving with him with every thrust.

Telemachus' screams had died out, he had fallen onto the floor, his ass held up by his father pounding into him.

Odysseus grabbed his throat once more, pulling him up again. He could feel the mans adams apple move with every shaky breath he took.

Odysseus came into the mans ass, moaning loudly at the feeling of release. He shot several ropes into him, throbbing inside of his son, before pulling out.

The man fell to the ground, sobbing into his arms.

As Odysseus' thoughts cleared he could see his own hair colour and texture on the mans head, his own eyes stared back at him in fear. And worst of all, his emblem, the emblem of the Ithacan Royal family, was sown onto the man tunic.

"Telemachus," he breathed out and stared at him in horror at what he had done.

Odysseus fled.