"Finally…!"
For love, men committed great acts. Nikolaos was no different.
The black water parted around Nikolaos's thighs as he waded toward the shore of Ogygia. Moonlight spilled across the beach like spilled milk, silvering the sand and the strange, sweet-smelling flowers that grew in wild tangles up the cliffs.
Thwap, thwap, thwap!
A huge penis swung heavy between muscular thighs. It opposed the small intelligent Greek penis. It was mildly bloated from the pounding he'd given two beautiful sirens. His balls, fat and low, dragged through the surf with every step.
Nikolaos was naked. Armour and tunic discarded, there was nothing but ten inches of demigod meat and the swagger of a man who had just fucked two immortal sisters into submission.
The island gave a vibe like no other. Was it danger? "Smells like honey," he murmured. Oh yes, there was this warm, honeyed air that made his nostrils flare. Somewhere beyond the treeline though…
"Fire?"
He saw smoke. He followed it while his eyes remained glued to the smoke.
Which was why he didn't notice her until it was too late.
A blonde woman stood at the edge of the surf, barefoot in the wet sand. In a white gown, she was not as busty or as sensual as Penelope. Yet…attractive nonetheless. His cock jumped. Blonde hair tumbled past her shoulders in wild, unbrushed waves, and her eyes—pale blue, almost silver in the moonlight—went wide as saucers when they landed on him.
On it.
"By the gods," Calypso whispered.
"You must be…" Nikolaos stopped. The water lapped at his calves. He tilted his head, letting her look. Letting her feast. "Calypso."
Her gaze traveled down his chest, over the ridges of his stomach, and then—there—it snagged on his cock like a fishhook caught in soft flesh. Her lips parted. Her hand flew to her throat.
"That's…" Calypso swallowed. "That's not real."
"It's real."
"Are you…Zeus?"
Nikolaos stepped forward, out of the water, and his cock swung with the motion, the heavy shaft slapping against his thigh with a wet thwack. He smirked. "Zeus' Law honours me."
Calypso took a step back. Then a step forward. Then she just stared, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.
"Am I dreaming? A man…"
"You don't see 'em often?"
She laughed—a bright, startled sound—and clapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes crinkled at the corners. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that was rude. It's just…" She gestured vaguely at his crotch, then gave up and just pointed. "Zeus' Law is indeed just for cause."
"Thank you."
"It wasn't a compliment."
"Was it not?"
Calypso's cheeks flushed pink. She was beautiful and wilder. Her lips were full and slightly chapped. Her skin had the faint golden sheen of someone who spent too much time in the sun. Her tits, small and high, pressed against the thin fabric of her gown, and her nipples had gone hard the moment she'd laid eyes on him.
Nikolaos walked past her, toward the fire. He didn't ask permission. He didn't need to. The sand was warm under his feet, and he could feel her gaze on his back, on his ass, on the heavy swing of his balls as he moved.
"You're just going to walk away?" Calypso called after him.
"I'm hungry."
"I have food."
"I see that."
Nikolaos settled himself on a driftwood log near the fire, legs spread, cock resting against his thigh like a sleeping serpent. The flames painted his skin in shades of orange and gold. He looked like a statue of Ares come to life—if Ares had been hung like a horse and twice as arrogant.
Calypso followed him. She couldn't not. Her feet carried her across the sand, and she sat on the log beside him, close enough that her knee brushed his. The contact sent a visible shiver through her.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Nikolaos."
"Nikolaos." Calpyso tested the word on her tongue. "Where are you from?"
"Sparta, originally. Now I live in Ithaca."
"Spartans are not hung like you."
"They are not." He laughed and reached for a skewer of fish and tore off a chunk with his teeth. He chewed. All while she watched his throat work, his jaw flex, the way his cock twitched in his lap as if it had a mind of its own.
"You're staring," he said.
"You…" Calypso blushed and looked away. "You are nude."
"It is the natural form, no?"
"S-still…" Calypso leaned closer. Her breath was warm against his shoulder. "What a form it is…"
He side-eyed her. He smiled arrogantly. "Is that right?"
"Do you know what it's like, being trapped on an island for a thousand years? The men who wash up here are always the same. Broken. Desperate. Odysseus…" She trailed off, her expression flickering. "Odysseus was different. For a while."
His heart leapt. This was it! For Penelope! "Where is he?"
"Sleeping. In the cave." Calypso gestured vaguely toward the cliffs. "He doesn't remember much. The war broke him. The guilt broke him worse."
Nikolaos tore off another piece of fish. "Guilt?"
"Troy." Calypso's voice dropped. "He sacked the city. He…burned the temples. Killed the priestesses. Zeus's Law was broken, and the gods punished everyone for it. Every soldier who sailed home paid the price. Storms. Monsters. Years of suffering. Odysseus carries that weight. He thinks he deserves to be here."
"He doesn't."
"No." Calypso's eyes met his. "He doesn't. But he believes it. And belief is a cage stronger than any magic I could weave."
Nikolaos set the skewer down and wiped his hands on his thighs. The fire crackled between them, and the shadows danced across Calypso's face, making her look older and younger all at once.
"I don't care about his guilt," he said.
"I know."
"I don't care about Troy. I don't care about Zeus's Law. I don't care about the gods or their punishments or the thousand years you've spent here."
"I know."
"I care about Penelope." He turned to face her fully. His cock shifted, the head grazing her hip through the thin fabric of her gown. She inhaled sharply. "She's been waiting twenty years. She's been weaving a shroud for a dead man while a hundred suitors eat her food and plot to take her throne. She needs her husband back. Not for love. For stability. For her son."
Calypso's hand found his thigh. Her fingers were cool against his heated skin. "And what do you need?"
"I need you to bring him to me."
"And what do I get in return?"
Nikolaos smiled. It was not a kind smile. It was the smile of a man who knew exactly what he was worth and exactly what she wanted.
"You get this," he said, and he wrapped her hand and brought it around his cock.
Calypso gasped. Her fingers couldn't close around the shaft. She tried—gods, she tried—but her thumb and middle finger didn't even meet. The blonde felt the blood rushing through the veins, the thick, living weight of him.
"It's so…big!" Calypso whispered.
"It gets bigger."
The foreskin pulled back. She gasped. "I can't—I can't fit this inside me."
"You can." He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "You will."
He nibbled on her ear and soon, they were kissing. Calypso kissed him like a woman who had been starving for a thousand years and had just found the first real meal of her life. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, and he tasted her.
Honey.
His hand slid into her hair, fisting it at the base of her skull, and she moaned into his mouth.
"Fuck me then. If you believe…then so will I."
He stood. She stood. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her like she weighed nothing—because to him, she did—and her legs wrapped around his hips, her gown bunching up around her thighs. His cock pressed against her stomach, leaving a wet smear of pre-cum on the white fabric.
"You're going to ruin me," Calypso said.
"Yes."
"You're going to ruin me worse than Odysseus ever did."
"Yes."
"Good."
Her legs locked around him, he carried her into the cave. They kissed too. Sloppy saliva falling like virgin teenagers.
Neither was a virgin, however.
Furs and cushions served as Calypso's bed. Odysseus must have slept and dreamt here. Nikolaos was reminded of Penelope and he laid Calypso down on the furs and tore her gown open with one hand.
Small, firm tits with pink nipples, a waist that curved in sharply before flaring out to hips that were made for gripping, and between her lengthy legs a perfect, plump pussy, already glistening with her juices, the lips pink and swollen, the clit a hard little pearl at the top.
"Look at you," he said, kneeling between her legs. "Dripping already."
"I've been dripping since I saw you on the beach."
"Then you won't mind if I do this."
He leaned down and dragged his tongue through her folds. Calypso screamed. Her hips bucked off the furs, and her hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his dark hair. He licked her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her—sweet and musky, like honey and sea salt.
"I-I'm gonna, oh gods! Oh gooodss~!!"
Skill and big cock.
What a deadly combo indeed.
His tongue circled her clit, then dipped lower, probing her entrance, and she clenched around nothing, desperate for something inside her.
"Please," Calypso begged. "Please, Nikolaos, I need—"
"What do you need?"
"Your cock. I need your cock."
"How much?"
"All of it. Every inch."
He rose up over her, his body blocking out the firelight. His cock rose between them, impossibly thick, the head shiny with pre-cum. He took it in his hand and guided it to her entrance. The tip pressed against her folds, and she gasped.
"Ready?"
"Yes. Yes, yes, yes—"
He pushed forward.
Calypso orgasmed. Oh yes, it was undeniable. She tightened up so much around that he knew for certain now that Penelope wasn't lying.
The young stud was bigger than the hero Odysseus.
He smirked. The head of his cock stretched her open, spreading her lips around his girth, and he watched her face as he sank deeper—inch by inch, slowly.
"Oh gods," she gasped. "Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods—"
"It's halfway," he said.
"H-h-halfway?"
He pushed deeper. Her cunt clenched around him, a rippling, gripping pressure that made his balls tighten. She was so fucking tight—tighter than the sirens, tighter than he'd expected—and her walls fluttered around him like they were trying to milk him dry.
"There," he said, bottoming out. His balls rested against the curve of her ass. "All of it."
Calypso couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. Her hands were fisted in the furs, her knuckles white, and tears streamed down her cheeks. "S-s-so much deeper than…than…hahh….! Hnngghh~!" She bit her bottom lip.
Oh, the bitch tried.
"I know."
The stud pulled back and then slammed forward.
See, trying wasn't enough. Odysseus tried to get home and it didn't work. What mattered was doing.
"Oh ZEUS! OH ATLAAASS!!"
Thrust, thrust, thruuust! He rammed his beefy cock into her. A cunt that had hardly ever experienced the smell of a man was now experienced the best cock Greece could offer.
What a mistmatch.
Calypso screamed. Calypso shrieked. Calypso broke.
"CUMMING AGAIIIN! OH FATHER, I'M CUMMING! I'M FALLING! I'M RISING! I'M LOSING MYSEEELF!!"
Her tits bounced with the force of his thrust, and he grabbed them, squeezing the firm flesh, pinching her nipples between his fingers.
"Fuck," he grunted. "Fuck, you're tight."
"You're huge!" Gasp and moan. "You're HUGE!" she shrieked. "Your cock is splitting me open! I can feel it SO MUCH DEEPER THAN ODYSSEUS!"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"Odysseus never—" she gasped. "Odysseus never—"
"Odysseus never what?"
"Never FUCKED ME like this! Never filled me like this! His cock was—ah!—his cock was HALF of yours!"
Nikolaos grinned. "I know."
He grabbed her legs and pushed them back, folding her in half, and drove into her at a new angle. The head of his cock battered her cervix, and she screamed again—a high, keening wail that made his balls tighten.
"Right there!" Calypso sobbed. "Right there, right there, RIGHT THERE!!"
"Not that it's hard," he bragged.
Calypso was too busy drowning in pleasure and babbled: "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum on your HUGE fucking cock!"
Faster than even he expected, she convulsed beneath him, her cunt clamping down on him greedily, and she screamed his name—Nikolaos, Nikolaos, NIKOLAOS! Her eyes rolled back. Her toes curled.
What did Nikolaos do?
He grabbed her by the ass cheeks and picked her up.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
Nikolaos fucked her standing. Nikolaos fucked her good. Gripping that toned ass, a little bouncier and thiccer than Penelope's…
What an honour!
Thrust, thrust! His fat balls swung and smacked! His fat balls churned! His cock speared deep! So damn deep that she howled.
"CUMMIIING!! I'M SO IN-LOOOVE! IN LOVE WITH COCCK! DICK! DICK, DIIICK!!"
"I'm going to cum," he growled. He smacked that ass with both hands and slammed it down. "Where do you want it?"
An hour ago, it would have been unfathomable to say, "Inside! Inside me!" But that was the truth. Calypso repeated it: "INSHIIIDE~!!"
As though Odysseus no longer mattered. As though he was overwritten.
"You want my cum?"
"YES!"
"You want me to fill you up?"
"FILL ME UP! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR HUGE FUCKING COCK!"
He drove into her one last time, as deep as he could go, and let go.
The first rope of cum hit her cervix like a punch. Calypso screamed and arched. After that, it was overflow, spilling out around his shaft and dripping down her ass.
He kept creaming in her fertile pussy. Pulse after pulse. His balls, those heavy, plum-sized balls, emptied themselves into her, and she took every drop, her cunt milking him for everything he had.
His dick naturally extracted itself out and a thick stream of white followed. It pooled on the furs beneath her, and her pussy gaped open, pink and swollen and utterly wrecked. Still standing, still face-to-face, Calypso kissed him.
"Mmm…!"
When the kiss ended, there was nothing but addiction written in her eyes. Whatever love she might have had for that other man was gone.
"Beautiful," Nikolaos said.
Calypso couldn't respond. She could barely breathe. She lay there, limp and trembling, in his grip. Those big hands groping her ass cheeks.
His cock was still hard. Still huge. Still dripping with her juices and his cum.
"That was…" Calypso swallowed. "That was…"
"Calpyso?"
Nikolaos turned toward the cave entrance. "Ah…"
Another man stood in the doorway. He was quite old, gray streaking in a thick beard. It hid his features and his heroism. But it had to be him.
"Odysseus?" Nikolaos called out.
The famed hero of wits held a bundle of wood in his arms, and his eyes—those famous, cunning eyes—were wide with shock.
He had seen everything.
He had seen Nikolaos's cock—that impossible, twelve-inch monster—pounding into Calypso's pussy. He had seen her scream. He had seen her cum. He had seen Nikolaos fill her with seed, and he had seen the thick, white cream dripping from her stretched hole. He was currently seeing that huge twelve-inch cock casually hang out.
"Odysseus," Nikolaos said again. "Oh wow."
The wood clattered to the ground. At the same time, Nikolaos put the creamed Calypso down.
"You're…" Odysseus's voice cracked. "You're…"
Since a guy was here, he softened a little, dick-wise and mentally. "Nikolaos." The stud walked toward the older man, naked and unashamed, his cock swinging between his legs. Thwap, thwap, thwap! "I'm glad to see you're alive."
Odysseus's eyes dropped to his cock. He couldn't help it. The thing was hypnotic—half-hard now, but still massive.
"That's…" He swallowed. "That's not possible."
"Hm?"
"T-that's—what are you here for? Who are you?"
"I am a humble servant." Nikolaos clapped him on the shoulder. "And Penelope wants to see you."
Odysseus's face went pale. "Penelope?"
"Your wife. You remember her, don't you?"
"I…yes, of course, but…"
"Good." Nikolaos smiled. "Because she's been waiting twenty years. And I've been keeping her company."
Odysseus's eyes flicked to Calypso, still sprawled on the furs, still dripping with cum. Then back to Nikolaos. Then back to his cock.
"You fucked her," Odysseus said.
"Yes."
"With that."
"Yes."
"And Penelope…"
"Every night." Nikolaos's smile widened. "For the past month."
Odysseus looked like he might be sick. Or cry. Or both. His hands trembled at his sides, and his cock—his average, human cock—twitched pathetically in his tunic.
"Come," Nikolaos said. "We're leaving in the morning."
***
One week later, in the great balcony of Ithaca's palace, Nikolaos was fucking two women at once.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Penelope was bent over, her royal robes hiked up around her waist, her perfect ass on display. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yesss! I LOVE IT! I MISSED IT! I MISSED THIS COCCK!!"
Her hands gripped the railing tight. Her cunt gripped the big, fat cock equally as tight.
What a moment it was.
"Ah, ah! Oh, Nikolaos! Mmm, me neeext! Come on, pleeaase!" Like a twin wife, Calypso was bent over and getting fingered. Both of them were moaning. Both of them were dripping. Both of them were being pleased.
"Not yet! D-don't listen to her!" Penelope exclaimed. "Fuck me! Keep fucking me~!!"
"Nikolaossss!" Calypso whined, before gasping. Two fingers turned into three. He shoved them deep, then curled side-to-side. "S-sorry! Hnnggh, you're going to make CUM~!!"
Big dick Nikolaos slammed into Penelope while fingering Calypso into an orgasm. He smirked. Just another day in his life.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Even as the doors opened and closed behind him, he did not move an inch. Not even when Odysseus arrived with a grimace.
Once upon a time, Penelope was his.
"I'M CUMMIING!! I'M CUMMING!!"
Once upon a time, those eyes and those moans were his.
"I LOVE YOU, NIKOLAOS~!!"
Once upon a time, that confession was for Odysseus.
"Now it's your turn, Calypso!"
Odysseus winced when, like Achilles himself, he pulled himself out of Penelope—causing a small droop in her arch—and deftly shoved his cock into Calypso. Suffice it to say, the blonde moaned. The blonde was owned.
Odysseus saw her cunt squeeze on the big cock for himself. He saw a shape and tightness he never experienced or saw in his seven years with her.
"OH YESSS!! MY LOVEE! MY FAVOURITE COCCK~!"
Not her one and only cock, Odysseus realized. Her favourite. Her newfound favourite big cock.
"Fuuuuck!" Nikolaos grunted, driving into Calypso from behind. "Fuck, you're both so fucking tight."
Calypso screamed. Her fingers scrabbled at the railing. She was now halfway standing up. "YES! YES, NIKOLAOS, FUCK ME!"
The gasping, whimpering recovering Penelope watched with glazed eyes. Her hand was between her legs, fingers buried in her cunt, and she moaned as she watched Nikolaos's massive cock disappear into Calypso's stretched hole.
"D-don't neglect me, honey," Penelope purred.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
Nikolaos shoved two fingers into Penelope's cunt, a wet sucking sound. She gasped, her back arching, and he curled his fingers against her G-spot while his thumb rubbed her clit. Odysseus couldn't believe it. The one thing he was good at—oral—and he was envious of this stud! Was there nothing he couldn't do!?
Was….was this REALLY Zeus?
No. No, it couldn't be. Even Zeus couldn't champion this level of satisfaction in his lover. No way.
"Oh fuck," Penelope moaned. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—"
"You like that?"
"YES!"
"You want more?"
"YES!"
He pulled his fingers out and shoved his cock into her. Again, that agility. Like Achilles, he side-stepped and thrust. He fucked. He never made a mistake.
"How…? Just how…?"
Odysseus found a chair to sit. Like a cuck, he heard Penelope moan and her smile stretch with drool. She looked unrecognisable to him. He vaguely figured she was slightly looser than Calypso. Her walls must have gripped Nikolaos wetly.
"I missed you," Penelope gasped. "I missed your cock."
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"I know."
"I missed being filled."
"I know."
"I missed—oh gods—I missed being fucked."
He pounded into her. Hard. Fast. The railing genuinely started creaking. Plap—plap—plap—plap—plap—a lewd rhythm that made Odysseus's stomach turn.
"You're so big," Penelope sobbed. "You're so fucking BIG, Nikolaos, you're splitting me open!! YOU'RE CHANGING ME FOREVERRR!!"
"That's right. Odysseus won't ever fuck you again!"
"He won't~!!"
"Neverrr~!!" Calypso added while receiving long finger strokes. She mewled as well. "Never, ever! Never again!"
Odysseus' tunic tightened. His cock couldn't do what this bastard's fingers did. In fact…fuck, what he did, the whole kingdom must have heard and spread word of. Their mistake, however, was in assuming this was Odysseus' doing after his return.
It was not. He could never do this.
He could never make Penelope's eyes roll back. He never had.
"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum…! NIKOLAOS, NIKOLAOS, NIKOLAOS!!"
There it was.
He didn't stop. He fucked her through it, pounding into her with brutal strokes, and she came again—and again—and again. Odysseus himself could see Penelope's hang out and her eyes become dim with lust. She was nothing but a hole for him to fill, and she loved every second of it.
"Heh."
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Switch," Nikolaos said casually.
He pulled out of Penelope and shoved his cock into Calypso without missing a beat. The blonde goddess screamed—a high, keening wail—and her cunt clenched around him.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"YES!" Calypso shrieked. "YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME—"
"You like that?"
"I LOVE IT!"
"You want more?"
"GIVE ME MORE!"
He gave her more. He fucked her like he meant it, long, deep strokes that bottomed out against her cervix, and she came within seconds. The shuddering orgasm left her gasping for air.
Then he switched again.
Penelope. Then Calypso. Then Penelope. Then Calypso. He switched between their holes like a man possessed, his stamina endless, his cock never softening. Every time he pulled out, a stream of juices followed, and every time he pushed in, they screamed.
Odysseus watched from his chair. His hands were clenched in his lap. His cock was hard—painfully hard—but he didn't touch it. He couldn't. He felt sick.
He had never fucked Penelope like this. He had never made her scream like this. He had never made her cum like this.
And Calypso—gods, Calypso—he had loved her once. He had spent seven years on her island, and he had never once made her feel like Nikolaos was making her feel now.
"You're so big," Calypso sobbed. "You're so fucking big, Nikolaos, I can feel you in my womb—"
"That's the point."
"Cummingcummingcummingcummiing—!"
She came. Again. And again. And again.
Until Nikolaos decided to forever change the story of the hero and cum inside both of them. Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
"Penelope, take it!"
In the very same load, he gave rope after rope to Penelope, then pulled out—spuuurt—shoved his cock into Calypso and gave his remaining load to her. It wasn't some pathetic trickle either, Nikolaos had the balls to send long, thick arcs to her womb.
When he finally pulled out, both women collapsed. They couldn't even hold onto the railing anymore. They were totally defeated.
Penelope's forehead outright hit the floor, her legs splayed, her cunt gaping and dripping with cum. Calypso managed to land with her palms stopping her, her ass still raised and her pussy overflowing.
"Gahahh…"
"Niccckkk…"
Who moaned out was impossible to discern.
Nikolaos stood over them, his cock still half-hard. He sighed with a smile and turned to Odysseus. The older man was staring at his wife. At Calypso. At the puddles of cum on the floor.
"You're welcome," Nikolaos said.
Odysseus just sat there, in his chair, his cock hard and aching, and watched as the two women he had loved—the two women he had failed—slept in the puddles of another man's seed.
"I'll be in Penelope's chambers," Nikolaos said, grabbing a wineskin from the table. "Mind if you carry them there? My muscles are aching."
He walked out of the hall, nude and arrogant, and left Odysseus alone with his thoughts.
His regret.
His jealousy.
And the impossible, aching knowledge that he would never—could never—be enough.