#((not really))

Thinking about the line “You don’t think I know my own palace? I built it!”.

Thinking about the fact that Odysseus built his entire palace around that olive tree, his and Penelope’s wedding bed, a symbol of their love.

Odysseus’ world is literally built around his love for Penelope.

You sigh happily when the dildo is pressed inside. That's what you needed.

"Bought ya a new one. It can pump ya full of fake cum." Price muses, fiddling with the settings of the fucking machine. "'Cause I know your sloppy cunt needs to be filled."

You shiver. That does sound good.

Price switches the machine on, the dildo immediately thrusting harshly in and out of your pussy. You're whining and moaning. The fake cock is nudging that perfect spot with every thrust.

"Fuckin' whore. Falling apart on a fake cock. A bit pathetic." Price laughed, typing rapidly on his laptop.

You shudder, hips rocking back against the toy, seeking more friction. It feels fucking perfect. You squeak, being tossed into your first (of many) orgasms of the evening. You're lucky that Price laid a towel down first.

"Cumming already?" Price laughs, glancing up at you from his paperwork, "Slut."

Price discreetly presses a button on a small remote. The fake cock spurts cum into you.

You jolt forward in surprise, moaning loudly. You whine something about how the 'fake' cum is cold, sending shivers through your whole body.

"Aw, fussy little thing."

Price presses the button again, filling you with more cum. It's leaking out of your sloppy pussy, creating a frothy white mess that dribbles down your thighs.

"Next time I'll have the lads come fill your cunt in person, yeah?"

yeah sorry i fell into the minecraft horror pit, my bad 💔 this account is multifandom for a reason