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Odysseus woke up to the sound of water gently crashing against the shore. He couldn't recognize any damage that Hypnos had done to him. He smiled, overjoyed that all of that pain was merely a dream.
Odysseus opened his eyes, and found himself laying on a beach. He sat up and looked around. This was familiar to him. He knew this coast. Ithaca! Yes, it had to be! It had been over ten years, but he remembered this beach. He sprang up, overjoyed to be finally home. He ran across the sand, excitedly cheering and waving his arms. He jumped for joy, and ran across the beach. He ran and ran, trying to find his crew to celebrate with.
He was alone.
He glanced over his shoulders again. Somehow, after all of this running, he was on the same beach. He could see his footprints in the sand, but the distance between him and nearby landmarks remained the same. He tried running again, this time set out to traverse as much distance as quickly as possible.
Odysseus ran. The cry of a baby interrupted him, his momentum coming to a crashing stop.
"Astyanax?"
The crying seemed to come from no particular direction. He was still on that same beach. Crying continued, not getting quieter or louder as he traveled. Odysseus searched for the source.
"Where are you, little Prince?"
He looked high and low. The crying was grating. At least he had practice tolerating it. But he hoped to soothe the baby and stop this crying. There was only sea and sand. Odysseus sat down on the ground in defeat.
He looked down in his arms, and realized he was holding the baby the entire time.
"Astyanax! Where did you come from?"
Odysseus held out his hand to calm the baby, but as he inspected the baby, he realized that this was not Astyanax. This face was unforgettable.
"Telemachus?"
At the sound of his name, the baby stopped crying and smiled up at him. Odysseus felt tears in his eyes. His son! After so long, he was finally holding his son again. A grand smile grew, his gaze fixed on Telemachus. Together they sat, Odysseus basking in the joy of being with his son again. Time passed.
"Odysseus? What are you doing out here?"
He turned his head to find the source of the voice. A woman was standing on the beach behind him. She was strong, beautiful, her expression full of warmth, kindness, cunning, and wit. Penelope! Odysseus thought back to the last time he had seen her: Troy. It had been a trick back then.
"Aphrodite?"
Penelope smiled in laughter. It was full. Full enough that he could see the pattern of her teeth, especially the sharp ones that he was so fond of.
"You big flirt!"
"No, I really want to know! Is that Aphrodite in there?"
She laughed some more, taking steps to embrace him. She leaned in and kissed him. Odysseus closed his eyes, feeling only her touch him and her lips press against his skin. This was heavenly. He missed her so much.
The question remained about whether this was Aphrodite or not. Penelope seemed to deny it, but Aphrodite had done that before in Troy. He tried to remember what she said to him. "All I had to do was not kiss you, that was the main thing I couldn't replicate," was what Aphrodite said. And Penelope had kissed him. It was her!
"Penelope, I love you."
"I love you too."
Odysseus looked down at his arms to look at Telemachus again, and realized he was gone. He panicked, thinking he had lost him. He frantically searched, parting from Penelope abruptly. There was no sign of him.
"Penelope, where is Telemachus!? Where did he go?"
She was confused by the question, stepping back in reaction to his panic. "What are you talking about? He's back at the palace. Just where he always is."
She pointed behind him. He turned, and found himself in a nursery. Telemachus lay sleeping peacefully, another memory seared into his mind. He looked just like he did before Odysseus left for Troy. Odysseus sighed in relief, knowing that Telemachus was safe.
He turned around to face Penelope again. They were back on the beach. He glanced over his shoulder again to see if the nursery was still there, but he only saw more beach.
"So, what were you saying about Aphrodite earlier? Am I really that beautiful?"
She asked the question in a teasing manner, both delighted at the compliment and making fun of him. He smiled back.
"I must have just been confused," he replied. "I'd rather call you by your name. The name of my wife: Penelope."
Penelope looked at him, their gazes locked together. He closed his eyes, and leaned into her neck.
"Penelope," he whispered, giving her a kiss.
He slowly brushed his face up to her ear.
"Penelope."
Another kiss. He moved his lips over to hers, guiding himself with eyes closed.
"Penelope..."
They kissed each other. Her lips tasted just as he remembered. She was home. He inhaled through his nose, the scent of her filling his nostrils. They lingered there in the kiss for a moment, not pushing farther or parting away. Just a moment together.
When they finished their kiss, they opened their eyes and looked at each other again. She smiled again, resting her sharp teeth on top of each other. A quirk that she had always done. There was a new look in her eye, something flirty and eager.
She buried her face in his neck, kissing the soft skin. Tingles rippled from her lips and traveled to his head and below. He tilted his head up, exposing more of his neck and shoulder for her. She followed, making her way down to his collarbone with kisses. Every new kiss from Penelope varied slightly, ranging from quick pecks on his collarbone to deep sucking on his neck. Odysseus ran his hands up and down her back, holding her closely, loving every kiss she gave.
Penelope began to kiss lower. She was stopped by his cloak, her lips full of the fabric. She grabbed it in play-frustration.
"Odysseus, this is in my way. Take care of it for me, won't you?"
He chuckled at her joke, but his heart beated hot at her kisses and her voice. He scrambled to remove all of his clothes. His fingers tingled with excitement and anticipation, causing him to fumble with the fasteners in his rush. It was hard to focus, he couldn't help but look Penelope in the eyes. At last, he stripped down, standing on the beach naked for her.
"Okay... your turn," he gestured to her, as she was still wearing her dress. She let out a quick snort of glee and flashed another smile.
"Not yet..." she said, her eyes darting down to his crotch. He followed her eyes, and they both looked down to find his cock erect. She noticed how it pointed up, how it tapped against his navel as he twitched in desire.
She leaned in to kiss his collarbone again. He could feel her lips on his skin, and her nose brushing along the side of his neck. She traced his muscles with her nose, kissing slightly lower each time. A kiss for his upper chest. Another at the base of his ribs. Another on the sides of his abs, right above his hip bone. The last one was in the notch between his hip and crotch. Penelope had dropped to her knees now; they sank into the soft sand of the beach.
Her face lingered right near his erect cock. She looked up at him, flashing him another smile. He could only moan in anticipation. His legs trembled, and his cock hungrily throbbed. She wrapped a finger and her thumb around the base of it, and waved it closer to her face. She pulled his cock close enough that it slapped her cheekbone. With the tip of her nose, she prodded his cock and watched it wave, almost snapping immediately back into the erect position.
She stuck out her tongue long and narrow, then gave a slow, methodical lick on his shaft. He felt this lick and longed for more. Longed to be licked again with a wider, wetter tongue. Longed to be inside her mouth. His cock throbbed at her every touch.
She stroked the base of his cock up and down. Her grip was still only the thumb and finger wrapping around the shaft. Her strokes were slow, remaining only on the bottom half of his cock near the base. She was saving the tip for later. He moaned and closed his eyes. He lingered on the sensation of her stroking him, her fingers forming a ring of pleasure that travelled up and down. However, she only did this a few times.
"Odysseus, open your eyes. Look at me."
He moaned again at the sound of her voice, and the anticipation for more. He tilted his head down and opened his eyes. He found her staring at him, their eyes locking instantly. His gaze fell into them, just as he had so many times before. Behind her eyes was a look that he had fallen in love with; one that stirred him like no other. There was a hunger, a burning, and lust.
"I want you to see this."
With her other hand, she traced her index finger from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip, running her fingertip along his shaft. She swiped across the hole with her finger, collecting all of the precum that had pooled there. Every kiss, every stroke, every word she spoke had made him release all of this. She ran the fluid between her fingers, rubbing them together and opening them to show him. His hands had fallen on the front of his thighs, he clenched himself in lust. With her eyes still fixed with his, she shoved these two fingers into her mouth, slurping up all of the precum.
"Mmmm," she moaned, closing her eyes at the taste.
Odysseus gripped his thighs tighter, his fingertips digging into his muscle. She knew what she was doing. Penelope opened her eyes and looked up at him again. He looked like he was going to combust. She loved the look in his eyes, loved making him feel this way. Her heart stirred as well, hungry and excited to continue. Penelope smiled at him again; this smile beyond her cheerful and flirty smiles from before. She placed her hands over his.
"Oh Penelope..." he moaned.
"Mmmm," she moaned in reply. "Now can you do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Hold my hair back for me?"
He grunted in agreement, his hands trembling as they moved to her hair. With his index and middle fingers, he drew the strands of her hair hanging over her face. He tucked her hair to the back of her head, tracing her ears with the tips of his fingers. Odysseus gathered Penelope's hair.
Now her hands and mouth were free. She placed her left hand on his upper thigh, her fingers tucked into the divet in his pelvis. Her right hand gripped the base of his shaft. Penelope's view switched from his eyes to his cock. With one look, she wrapped her lips around the tip.
"Ohhh," he moaned. Odysseus tilted his head up into the air and closed his eyes, struggling to process the pleasure.
Penelope lowered her head further, wrapping more of her mouth around his cock. She sank in more and more until he felt his cock stop on the roof of her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, the sound escaping through her nose with her mouth full of his cock.
Odysseus could hardly think. Her touch, her mouth, her moans... it was overwhelming. He moaned in tandem with her. Penelope lifted her mouth up while keeping her lips wrapped around his cock, then sucking back down. She began to bob up and down. Odysseus moaned in delight. Hearing him react like this spurred her further, and she began to stroke the base of his cock while her mouth bobbed on the top half of it.
"Penelope... oh yes, Penelope! Yes, yes, yes!"
She quickened her pace. She flexed her left hand, digging her fingers into his thigh. Her right hand continued to stroke.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she snorted through her nose.
It was time for her to catch her breath. Penelope raised her head slightly, freeing her mouth to openly breathe. She panted over his cock. Odysseus, still holding her hair, stared down at her with love in his heart. She felt his eyes burning and looked up at him.
"Ohhhh," she panted, showing him a wet smile. "You like that, don't you?"
"I love it."
"Mmmm. I know you do."
He kept her hair held with one hand, then cradled her face with the other. "Take all of the time you need, Penelope."
She laughed. "Oh, you think you can last much longer, huh?"
He chuckled, still feeling lightheaded and tingly. Both of his hands returned to hold her hair. "I guess we'll have to find out together, won't we?"
Penelope bit her lip. Another deep breath. She was ready.
Penelope wrapped both of her hands around him and grabbed his ass. Her hands were full, squeezing a cheek with each hand. She pulled his hips to her face, swallowing his cock. It was already wet from before, sliding smoothly into her mouth. Before, she stopped at the roof of her mouth. This time, she kept pulling him deeper, opening up the back of her throat to devour him completely.
"Ohhhh, yesssss," he moaned.
His cock was so big inside her mouth, every heartbeat since he had seen her pulsing blood and lust into it. Penelope began to suck up and down, offering the back of her throat to allow her to get her lips all the way to the base. Odysseus flexed his muscles in ecstasy, his legs began to shake. He gripped her hair tightly, thankful to have something to do with his hands, some sort of outlet for this overwhelming pleasure. Penelope only needed a couple of thrusts into her throat. She slurped her lips up closer to his tip. Her throat was open again.
"Oh oh oh, yes! Penelope, I..."
She snorted through her nose. She looked up at him again. Two pairs of burning eyes met each other.
"I'm going to cum!"
Odysseus came inside Penelope's mouth. His cock was exploding. It throbbed as it pulsed cum into her mouth. She kept her lips wrapped around the tip. His legs spasmed and wobbled. He kept cumming. He was lost in her eyes. She did not even blink, maintaining eye contact as she swallowed his cum. This orgasm lasted longer than usual, and more cum shot out of his cock. She raised her eyebrows in shock, not expecting this. Somehow, she managed to swallow this too. Penelope took it all. Another moan. She let go of his ass, and pulled her head away.
Odysseus let go of her hair. His orgasm was still rippling through him. He collapsed onto the beach, landing in the soft sand. Penelope laid beside him. She panted, breathing heavily as she caught her breath. He climbed on top of her to cuddle.
"Mmmm," she gently moaned as he kissed her. His lips met hers, bubbling with post-orgasm bliss.
"That was incredible," he whispered. She smiled.
"I'm glad you liked it! I liked it too."
He kissed her again. "I loved it."
She gave a happy little laugh, satisfied and basking in his praise.
They continued to cuddle. He swirled her hair in his fingers. He played with her hair, sending a finger from above her ear and following a lock of hair all the way down past her neck. She softly smiled, enjoying the attention. The both of them closed their eyes and cuddled in comfort. Odysseus and Penelope remained like this for several moments.
He opened his eyes to look at her again. Her eyes opened, and she met his gaze. He kissed her.
"I've missed you," he told her.
"I've missed you, too. When will you be home?"
The question sent Odysseus crashing back down to reality. He was still here, on this beach. But not really. He had allowed himself to put aside any belief that this was a dream. He wanted to stay here on the beach with her. But now it was time to face reality.
"I'll be home soon, I promise. We're sailing home with the aid of the Wind God Aeolus. I've kept the Wind Bag closed for days."
She nodded at him, gesturing off into the sea.
"I'll be waiting for you. You know that, right?"
With a dramatic change of pace, she grabbed him and started to shake him. She grabbed him by the shoulders and rocked his body back and forth, up and down.
"Wake up! Wake up! Odysseus, you have to wake up," she screamed at him.
"Wake up!"