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You’re by far the only one feeding my Odysseus delusions and i love it ♥️
so so glad you’re enjoying!! I’m literally obsessed with this man. deadass working on my next fic at my internship rn so more coming soon!!! 😭
if you haven’t yet, I’d also check out take my hand by @astarlinggirl ! that fic was a BIG motivator for me to start posting for the odyssey!! I love their writing!
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letting ODYSSEUS eat you out, your thighs caged around his head as flames from the fireplace across the room lick your back.
you were unsure about this position, but he seems to be over the moon. eyes fluttered shut in focus, cynical tongue slipping in and out of your hole from where you sit on his face…
his veiny hands cup the soft flesh of your thighs, letting his thumb graze over the goosebumps as your body twitches and writhes whenever he licks flat stripes up your soaked pussy, pointed tip curling around your swollen clit.
when he finally gets the hint, he wraps his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks, hard. you gasp, back arching up as you try to escape his hypnotic mouth, but he’s one step ahead of you as his biceps flex around your legs, pulling you back down.
you sob, thighs shaking for leverage in his stubborn grip before you give up, letting go and sitting your whole weight down again. this time, he moans.
the new trapped position he has you in with his head in between your thighs is almost too much.
the feeling of his mouth working you as he eats your cunt sends shivers down your spine and jolts of electricity all over your body that are so strong you can’t help but curl over above him, hand gripping the headboard for support as your eyes cross from the overstimulation on your clit.
he knows it’s too much, that you can barely take it, but he just can’t get enough of you.
your core throbs with every suck, lick, and prod of his tongue as your skin aches from the way his beard rubs against you. you’re making a mess out of his face, arousal dripping all over him, and you almost feel guilty about it.
but when you look down to see those ocean blue eyes staring back at you with darkened determination, you know he’s right where he wants to be.
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i genuinely don't mean this in a hateful way, loved the odysseus fic from a few days ago but cnc would not be the proper tag for that. consensual nonconsent is a previously agreed upon arrangement, what you've written is much more like coerced consent. not hate! just wanted you to know <3
oh jeez thank u so so much for letting me know!! im lowk new to writing dark content (if u wanna call it that) so i feel like i always struggle with proper tagging but I REALLY appreciate when people reach out to help me fix it!!!
ODYSSEUS on circe’s island, moments before discovering the witch’s true intentions, hunting you, the deer she transformed to preserve your fragile mind from the corruptive instincts of man.
“one day,” she whispered as her hands worked, “you’ll thank me for this.”
she said she could see it in your eyes when she met you — your true form.
you were able to run away, escape into the forest of her island and live for years off of the earth without any contact with real humans… until now.
now, here you are, being hunted by the same being circe warned you about.
you tried to run. run from every crunch of sticks under his sandals, every strum of his bow he sounded to give you a fair chance… until he finally strikes you, sinking an arrow right into the lean of your hip.
pain shoots up your spine before your legs collapse from under you; and in your body’s trad moment of weakness, the curse has nothing to hold onto.
odysseus watches in shock as your figure reverts to its humane form, unconscious in the grass.
with the guilt of war still looming over him, he has no choice but to help you in your vulnerable and naked state. a sorry feeling pangs in his chest as he slings his bow back over his shoulders and kneels down to scoop you up off of the dirt.
he carries you away, into the hidden solitude of a vacant cave by the ocean, pulling the arrow from your hip and tearing his own cloth to wrap around your upper thigh.
he’s long gone by the time you wake, but you remember him by the cloth soaked in blood, by the scar on your ass, and you remember him months later when he washes up on the shores of your island, shaken and bruised from a shipwreck.
now, it’s your turn to nurse him back to health.
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he confesses, vulnerable and ashamed as you clean him up.
you use the same old rag that he had tied around your leg to wipe the blood from his bicep.
you look him in the eye.
“you saved me.” you tell him.
it’s true. who knows what could’ve happened to you if anyone other than odysseus saw you that day? you’re endlessly lucky that he was human enough to take mercy on you.
but for the big, strong, fearless warrior-king he is, he is gentle with you.
he’s gentle when he asks to stay while he patches his ship back together, gentle when bringing back fish he caught in the shallows for supper, and gentle now, when he nudges his swollen tip against the sensitive spot of your cervix, making you cry out.
“shh, shh…” he hums, “I know,”
he holds you close in his lap, like you’ll shatter into a million pieces if he makes one wrong move.
raindrops drum against the ground outside, accompanied by the chorus of the distant rumble of thunder as the storm picks up.
odysseus’s skin glows orange from the weak flames of the dying fire across the room; the same one he built to keep you warm when he noticed the storm rolling in, yet the heat radiating from your skin is enough to keep you warm for generations.
a bead of sweat rolls down his temple as he watches your blown-out eyes. hot pants fill the air between you. strong hands grip your ass, assisting your bounces as his taut thumb traces the thickened scar left behind as a memory from your first encounter.
you can feel every ridge of his cock when you sink back down. slowly, like you’re trying to memorize every inch of him.
then, his fingers tighten on the fat of your hips, dragging them down to meet his as they thrust up, burying deep into you once more just to feel the way your cunt squeezes him when he hits that sweet spot inside you.
“odysseus—“ you gasp.
his parted lips curl into the smallest smirk, barely visible. he loves fucking you like this, so deep that you can feel it in your lungs and it feels like you’re drowning.
“I know,” he whispers, breath ghosting over your jaw. “I’ve got you.”
you feel a dull throb inside your core, one that makes you start to speed up your movements, ever-so-slightly. your pussy squeezes him like a vice as you start to chase your high, and he lets a punched-out groan that is barely audible to your ears.
you lull your head back, clit twitching against his pubic bone while you feverishly rock yourself back and forth on his dick, completely lost in the blissful feeling of him rubbing right against your bundle of nerves. tears of pleasure prick your eyes.
your head feels like it’s full of cotton. lightning shocks every inch of your body. you lose yourself in the moment when you finally peak and your orgasm washes over you with a silent scream. odysseus watches in awe as you spasm around him.
“there you are,” he grunts lowly.
he continues chasing his own release as yours sends chills through down your spine. he grinds up into you once, twice, feeling his balls tighten before spilling inside you. his eyes squeeze shut, ears ringing as he lets out a shaky breath, filling you full of his cum.
his cock still twitching inside you when you fall into him, relaxing your body with a deep, pleasured sigh as sweaty skin slides against each other. his strong arms holding you tight to his chest.
the fire is reduced to only ashes and burning embers now, and the rain continues to pour outside.
meeting ODYSSEUS when his crew lands on your island, heading into the nearby village on a hill to trade for food and supplies… if your lord welcomes them.
but peaceful negotiations quickly turn into violence, and you can hear screams from outside your window in a matter of minutes.
you try to keep quiet in your house, putting out the fire and rushing to hide family heirlooms before he storms in, jaw tight until he catches sight of your widened, glassy eyes, frozen still like a deer in headlights.
for a split second, you see gaze face soften at the helpless look on your face before his blade clatters onto the floor. still, he doesn’t move, almost like he’s afraid to scare you off.
he’s wearing a golden pin of the goddess athena near his belt.
you’ve heard stories of him; the trickster hero, odysseus.
lost with his crew on their way home from the beaches of troy.
his men are exhausted, starved.
but he’s hungry in more ways than one.
“please—“
“are you going to be good for me?” he asks you. “or are you going to make me do something I don’t want to do?”
you stammer, words lost on your tongue for a moment until he makes his move, taking a cautious, yet dominating step forward.
his voice lowers, “do you know who I am?”
you step backwards as he takes another step, then another.
“yes.” you answer wryly, “odysseus, of ithaca...”
you swallow when you feel the table press against your back, odysseus now caging you in.
“… hero from the trojan war,” you add.
he nods slowly as you speak, surveying your body language carefully, neck craning to watch your chest heave rapidly up and down under his armor. his gaze darkens when he meets those fragile doe eyes once more.
“and will you be good for me?”
your heart thumps wildly against your ribs as you gaze into the blue eyes of the beast in front of you. then, with a deep breath, you answer to him in a whisper.
“yes.”
calloused fingers grab you by the nape of your neck and slam your lips into his.
he loves his wife, but he needs you right now.
the kiss is intense, deepening quickly as he forces his tongue into your mouth. he drinks you up like the fresh water he hasn’t had in months.
his lips are dry, and you can taste the salty mix of sea and sweat on him as his beard scratches against the soft skin of your chin.
he contrasts you in every way.
soon enough, he’s pulling up your dress and sliding a hand between your legs, introducing his index finger to your pussy. he hums admirably at how warm you are, desperate hole already drooling when a second finger to slide through your folds. when they catch on your clit, you jump.
“you’re sensitive,” he comments between kisses.
all you can do is whine into his mouth in response, thighs spreading wider for better access.
it’s pathetic, how he’s able to reduce you to such a brainless slut with only a few movements.
next thing you know, he’s pulling you down to the floor, settling between your knees as he sheds his armor, discarding it beside you before he hikes up your robes above your waist and exposes your needy hole.
as he hungrily eyes your cunt, you can’t help but feel embarrassed, trying to close your knees around him. he shakes his head disapprovingly before pushing your thighs apart once more.
he shimmies out of his pants, freeing his cock, already red and angry. you swallow nervously at the size, not knowing when the last time you were in this compromising position was.
you let out a quiet whimper when his tip prods at your tight heat, and he pauses, glancing up to you through thick brows and getting lost in your gentle, wide-eyed gaze once more.
without another word, he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and grips you by the hips, dragging you down onto his lap and positioning himself in line with your pussy before plunging into your hole with one quick thrust, growling deep at the way your soft walls clench around him. your jaw falls slack as you gasp at the stretch.
his movements are fast, rugged, starved. with every push of his cock, you’re sobbing at the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix; and with every pull, you’re trying to drag him back in.
it’s not long before you’re completely lost in the feeling. you need him like you need air.
he watches your euphoric expressions like a hawk, eyes crossing ever so slightly every time he thrusts back into your cunt, and when he glances down to see where your bodies meet, he can see a faint frothy ring of your slick mixed with his precum forming around the base, and he loses himself.
odysseus reaches down beneath your thighs, pinning your knees to your chest and leaning over you, giving himself the perfect angle to watch how your swollen pussy swallows him whole as he pounds into you, and giving you the perfect angle to feel his pubic bone grind against your clit with every thrust as he reaches spots inside of you that you never knew existed.
you can’t help but yelp at the intensity of the new position, but odysseus is quick to slap a thick palm over your mouth, catching your knees over his shoulder, letting you cry into his hand as he continues to ruin you.
you watch his strong biceps glisten with sweat above you as he fucks you, watching the muscles twitch with every movement. you claw at his forearm, nails leaving little crescent marks in their wake as a familiar warmth grows in your core.
you clamp down around him, soft abs twitching as your orgasm comes barreling towards you, with his not far behind. your moans against his palm grow louder and whinier as the flames lick your nerves, thighs shaking beneath his grip. your heart skips a beat as the wick finally lights, and the fireworks are set off inside.
your back arches when your orgasm crashes over you, pussy spasming around his cock. he bows his head, jaw clenched tight as the coil in his stomach grows tighter, tighter… he’s only seconds behind you when he spills inside you with a punched-out groan.
he stays buried inside you as he rides it out, balls pressed against your ass as he pants, figure curled over you as his troubled mind swims with pleasure. you watch his muscles relax, vein in his forehead softening.
a soft hand comes up to caress his jaw, shaky as the adrenaline still courses through your veins. his eyes open again, gazing down at you with a mix of exhaustion and solemn. he doesn’t speak, but his eyes say a thousand words.
when the afterglow fades, odysseus slips out of you, catching only a quick glance of the seed dripping from your hole before tucking himself back into his pants and sliding his chest plate back over his head.
then, he tends to you, pulling the skirt of your dress back down and carefully dusting it off like the gentleman he is, even in his darkest moments.
he helps you back to your feet. when your knees wobble slightly, he catches you, leaning you back against the table again, right where you were before he kissed you.
then, a loud pounding on your door pulls you from the moment, and back to reality.
the door swings open, and odysseus turns to meet eurylochus, who barely spares you a glance before nodding to his general.
“let’s go.”
he leaves without looking back.
minutes later, you can see him lead his men back to their ship, sacks of food slung over their shoulders.
your only memory of him exists in the ache between your legs as his seed drips down your thighs.
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