Summary: Penelope, Calypso, the sirens - what if all the women in the myth of the "The Odyssey" were getting screwed senseless by a young hung stud. Penelope cannot believe her own betrayal. She should have continued weaving and waiting for her husband. However...twenty years is a long time and a big cock is irresistible.
"You really should have come home earlier, Odysseus..."
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No man could enter Ithaca's palace. No man could dare venture where the grieving wife lay.
Except Nikolaos.
The balcony of Ithaca's palace basked in the last light of the dying sun, painting the sea below in shades of hammered bronze. Nikolaos the Explorer stood at its edge, forearms braced against the warm stone. The horizon swallowed the day. Men thanked the sun god for this. He was no different.
Who was Nikolaos? A man built by Sparta's cruel curriculum, broad through the shoulders, narrow at the waist, and with a beefy hanging cock. Education and training on top of divinely blessed genetics. His hair was dark, cropped short against his skull, and he carried good-looks dwarfed by the hefty sausage of a penis.
Behind him, the chambers of the queen spoke eloquently: "Nikolaos… come to bed."
"In a minute."
"Mm…I prefer it in a second."
There were humble, feminine steps. Two arms slid around his waist, and a pair of breasts pressed into the muscle of his back. His cock, which had been half-interested in the sunset, snapped to attention like a hound catching a scent.
Nikolaos smiled at the sea. He did not look back. "You want me?"
"Of course, love."
Lips found his shoulder blade, his neck, and then the corner of his jaw. She hugged him tighter, her cheek pressed to the space between his shoulder blades.
"I love you," Penelope whispered.
Nikolaos let his head fall back a fraction. His hand came up to cover hers where they clasped across his stomach, and he felt the quick flutter of her pulse beneath his palm.
This was her. This was Penelope. The Queen of Ithaca. The woman whose beauty did not seem entirely real until she was standing in front of you, close enough to touch, close enough to smell the olive soap she used on her skin.
She had thick, dark brown hair—almost black —gathered high toward the back of her head in a style that still managed to look like she had just rolled out of someone's bed. Her forehead was high and smooth beneath strong, neatly shaped brows, their gentle arch giving her eyes an alertness that became particularly noticeable whenever she was suspicious or displeased.
With Nikolaos, they were never suspicious or displeased. Any man with an eye could see there was love in her eyes.
Her eyes were large and dark, framed by naturally full lashes.
Penelope was beautiful. Certainly. But she was also the Queen of Ithaca, and her marriage was not merely a romantic prize. Whoever married her could potentially become the man who controlled Odysseus's household, wealth, authority, and kingdom. More than a hundred men remained in her palace, consuming her family's food and wine while pressing her to choose one of them.
She never let them in.
She wove a burial shroud for her elderly father-in-law, Laertes, and told her 108 aggressive suitors that she would choose one of them to marry only after she finished the shroud. Zeus's Law was obeyed, as a result. No man could claim her hand while the weaving remained unfinished.
But it had been twenty years since her husband had left. Ten years fighting in the Trojan War. Another ten years since her husband had gone missing. Ten years of weaving.
And ten years, Nikolaos had come to understand, was a very long time for a woman to sleep alone.
Her fingers skated over the ridged muscles of his stomach, and he felt her smile against his spine as she found his cock.
"You're hard already," Penelope murmured. "I can feel it…!"
"What a cock." A soft pale hand slid forward, toward the tip. "I swear to the gods, Nikolaos, sometimes I think your cock is a weapon in itself."
Nikolaos laughed. "You think about my cock often?"
"Constantly." Her fingers went from the tip to base. "I think about it when I'm weaving. I think about it when I'm eating. I think about it when I'm pretending to listen to Antinous drone on about how he'd make a better king than Odysseus. And then I think about how much I'd rather be here, with you, with this."
A man was only as great as his penis. The same way a woman was defined by her beauty, so too were men. That was the story of Nikolaos the Explorer. A man with wits and with a penis that horses regarded as their equal.
Nikolaos was already naked before the open balcony and Penelope was nearly the same. Those soft, wondrous arms and boobs caressed and weakened him. Dick hard, the young stud faced her.
Face to face, his studly cock pressed into her stomach. Her eyes traveled down to what touched her. Penelope licked her lips.
Was this the behaviour of a married woman? Oh no, this was blasphemy.
Should this be the look of a married woman in front of a man that was not her husband? Of course not.
His cock was a towering peak from a thicket of dark hair. As it throbbed, the shaft thickened, the veins standing out like river deltas. The Greek foreskin pulled back to reveal the smooth, sensitive crown.
How could she resist though? Nikolaos's cock throbbed and shined at a hefty twelve inches. A mighty spear that sprouted from between his legs as though nothing could stop it. Indeed, nothing could. Penelope licked her lips, gulped, and a hand slid past the cock and went down to her sizzling cunt. She was wearing a simple chiton, the fabric so thin it was practically transparent. Her nipples pressed against the cloth like small stones. The curve of her hips and the slit of her pussy—all of it was visible, a preview of what was to come.
Penelope's mouth watered. A palaiste was a measurement of human palm's width, and pous was a foot-long. Odysseus had been 2 palaistes long, if that. But Nikolaos?
"A pouse long," Penelope announced with a reverent smile. "Mm, I forget how big you are until I see it again."
"You've seen it every night for the past month."
"And every night, I forget." Penelope wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Her hand couldn't close around it. Her fingers stretched, straining, and still there was a gap between her thumb and her fingertips. "Look at that. Look at how thick you are. I can't even get my hand around it."
"Try two hands."
The queen did. Both hands, stacked one above the other, and still the head of his cock poked out above her grip like a soldier breaching a wall. She laughed, a breathless, delighted sound.
"Are you perhaps Zeus in disguise?"
"Perhaps."
"Mm, I apologize, O Zeus. I apologize. I am a sinful wife~"
His balls hung beneath, heavy and full, the sac tight with seed. They were the size of large plums, maybe larger, and Penelope had spent more than one night simply cupping them while he slept, marveling at the children they could have.
Alas, they had to keep this a secret. In case Odysseus returned. Just in case.
"You know what I thought when I first saw you?" Penelope asked, her hands beginning to move, slow and rhythmic, pumping his shaft with both fists.
He grunted. He smiled. "Tell me."
Stroke, stroke, stroke!
"I thought—" Schlick, schlick! Eye contact was fierce. Those eyes were smiling. "There's a man who could give me children. Strong children. Sons who would grow up to be warriors, daughters who would be beautiful and clever." Her hands twisted on the upstroke, and Nikolaos groaned. "And then I thought—there's a man who could fuck me until I forget my own name."
"And, nngh, have I?"
"Every night." Penelope leaned in and kissed his chest, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt on his skin. "Every single night, you fuck me until I can't remember what Odysseus's face looked like. Until I can't remember why I ever thought I loved him."
Her hands were moving faster now, a steady, twisting rhythm that made his thighs tense. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, slicking her palms, and she used it to glide more smoothly along his length.
"I picked you," Penelope said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Out of all of them. Out of one hundred and eight men who want my throne, who want my body, who want to be king…I picked you."
Stroke, stroke, stroke! That look! Those eyes! She was as in-love as Nikolaos was. That glorious face, he could see it all.
"Why?"
She looked up at him, and her eyes were dark and serious. "Because you're the only one who makes me feel like a woman instead of a prize."
Her hand slid down to cup his balls, caressing them into a five-finger stroke. He groaned, his head falling back.
"And because," she added, her voice taking on a mischievous edge, "you have the biggest cock I've ever seen. Bigger than Odysseus. Bigger than anyone. The first time I saw it, I knew I had to fuck you."
"You knew, hm? You sinful woman…!"
He gasped. He groaned. Penelope stroked his dick as though he was her husband. He wasn't, but it was the closest thing to it. A lover, an equal.
Penelope grinned. At this point, she was to the side of him, letting his long cock take aim. "I could conquer nations with this thing. I could bring queens to their knees. I could—"
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Of course he was going to explode. Ropes of cum flung out from the tip and reached the bed. He gasped and grunted with every long, string-like rope. Penelope giggled as much as she cooed in awe. "What a load! Yes, yes, yes…!"
She stroked him till there was nothing left. Till a path of cum lay between the railing and the bed where they previously fucked.
His cock did not weaken. Nikolaos turned, suddenly, and pulled her into his arms. Schlick, schlick, she still managed to stroke him.
"Mmm…!"
This was Queen Penelope. She was as cunning as Odysseus in bed.
He could feel her smiling as he kissed her. The kiss was hard and demanding, his tongue pushing past her lips, tasting her, claiming her. She melted into him, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders, her body pressing against his, the thin fabric of her chiton doing nothing at all really.
His wet cock pressed into her belly, leaving a wet smear of cum on the cloth.
"Bed," Nikolaos said. "I am going to fuck your brains out."
Those beautiful eyes glowed. Nikolaos saw a flash of her bun and her queenly disposition. That instantly evaporated in place of this whore. "Yes."
They stumbled across the room, kissing the whole way. His hands found the pins at her shoulders and undid them, and the chiton fell away, pooling at her feet. The married wife of Odysseus stood naked before him, and for a moment, he simply looked.
Her breasts were not huge. Dark rose nipples stood against the pale cream of her melons. Her waist curved inward, then flared out again at her hips. Her thighs were womanly and slender, a lavishly and untouched wife that hardly worked a day in her life. She glowed. From her face to her eyes to her cunt, there was this light glow.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he said.
"Show me."
He lifted her and carried her the last few steps to the bed, laying her down on the rumpled linens. She spread her legs for him, an invitation, and his twelve-inch cock bobbed in the air. He took it in his hand and guided it to her entrance.
"Ready?" Nikolaos asked.
She smirked. Her son wouldn't believe that his mother was happy or that she had moved on. Her son wouldn't recognize her as she was now.
In bed, with a massive cock geared toward her loyal, married cunt.
"I've been ready since I saw you on the balcony."
It wasn't true. Penelope had betrayed Odysseus a month ago…and she wouldn't stop now.
"Nghgghhhhh~!!"
Her cunt stretched around him, the lips parting, the walls yielding, and he watched Penelope as he entered her. Those dark eyes went wide, her mouth fell open, and a gasp and a moan escaped her throat. Hair fell over her as she squirmed.
"Ohhh, Nikolaos~! Mmm, you're so big."
"And you're so tight."
"You're blessing me! Y-you're, hnnghh…!" Her nose turned red as she gasped and tried to maintain eye contact. Unlike with the handjob, it was not possible. "So good…!"
He pushed deeper, and she gasped again, her hands flying to his shoulders.
"More," she said. "Give me more."
He gave her more.
Inch by inch, he sank into her, until his balls rested against the curve of her ass. Her cunt so full—so impossibly, beautifully full—that she could barely breathe. The MILF hole clenched around him, a rippling, gripping pressure that made him smile.
"Look at me," he said.
Penelope looked up at him, and her eyes were wet with tears—not of pain, but of pleasure, of relief, of something that had been building for ten long years of lonely nights and empty beds.
"Fuck me," Penelope said. "Fuck me hard."
He did.
The first thrust was slow, a long, deep pull and push that made her moan. The second was faster. The third was harder.
"Unh~! Oh, Nikolaos! Oh my love!!"
Thrust, thrust, thrust!
"Oh, oh, ohhhh! Oh fuck! Oh gods! Oh ZEUUUS!! THIS COCK IS SOOO GOOOD~!!"
"Ha, aren't we supposed to keep this a secret?" He smirked and she moaned in turn. What could she say?
Penelope was cheating on Odysseus. Well, fuck, maybe not. Maybe her husband was dead.
"I-I don't care! I don't, I dooon't! JUST KEEP USING MY HOLE!!"
Cue the steady, pounding rhythm that made the bed creak beneath them, that made her breasts bounce with every thrust, that made her cunt weep around his cock.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"Oh gods," the queen gasped. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—"
"You like that?"
"I love it~!! I love your cock! I love your big, FUCKING COCK!!!"
He drove into her, harder, faster, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Her tits jiggled with every thrust, the nipples hard and pebbled, and he leaned down to catch one in his mouth, sucking hard.
Penelope screamed. "YES. YES, FUCK, YES—"
Her cunt clamped down on him and he felt her first orgasm ripple through her. She shook beneath him, her eyes rolling back and declaring, "CUMMIING!! OH GODS, I'M ACTUALLY CUMMIIING!!"
"You think that's the first?"
Wham!
"Y-you!" Eyes rolled back. She gasped. One orgasm begetted another. "M-making me cum! A-a-a-agaiiin~!!"
"Pretty good, right?"
"I-it's DIVINEEE!! IT'S IMPOSSSIIIBLE!!"
He could see the heart-shaped pupils in her. The love in her cunt squeezing him. Grinning, Nikolaos kept fucking her, kept pounding into her, and she came again, and again, and again.
"I LOVE THIS, I LOVE THIS, I LOVEE THIIIS~!!"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"YOU STUD, YOU STUUUD! HNGGGH, MAKING ME FORGET ABOUT MY HUUUSBANND!!"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"HUNG! BIG! S-STUD! YOU BIG DICK ARROGANT COOOCCK~!!"
What was she saying? Penelope barely understood. Five orgasmed totalled, each one rolling into the next, until she was a shuddering, gasping mess beneath him.
"Please," she begged. "Please, Nikolaos, please—"
"Please what?"
Thrust, thrust, thrust! Her legs were hardly locked, his hips were doing all the work. Oh, and his big twelve-inch cock. Do NOT underestimate a big cock! How it drilled and stretched a wife's loyal hole into that of a common slut's.
"Cum inside me. Fill me up! I want to FEEL it!"
He drove into her one last time, as deep as he could go, and let go. His cock pulsed, and the first rope of come shot from him like a bolt from Zeus himself. It flooded her cunt, hot and thick, and she screamed as she felt it, her nails raking down his back.
"I'm sooo sorry Odysseus," Penelope gasped. "This man's CUM! I can feel it! I can feel it replacing your seed!!"
He kept coming, pulse after pulse, until her cunt was overflowing. When he finally pulled out, a thick stream of white followed, spilling down her cunt and onto the sheets.
"Don't stop," she said.
He looked at her. Nikolaos smiled. "Is that right?"
"Don't stop. I want more."
That monster cock of his was still hard. Still aching. He hadn't gone soft—not even close.
"You want more?"
"I want everything."
He grabbed her ankle and lifted her leg, resting it on his shoulder. "You asked for it!"
He thrust and her eyes rolled back. "Nikolaos~!!!"
A big dick was rocking Odysseus' wife. A big dick was changing her. A big dick like this seemed to come straight from the gods. Once upon a time, this was Odysseus fucking her like this. A man of wits used his average Greek penis to reach deep.
"SO DEEEP~!!"
Nikolaos went deeper. The new angle opened her up, and he slid back inside her, his cock slick with his own cream. Penelope moaned.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuck~!! That's SO deep!!"
"You want deeper?"
"Hnngghhh~!!" Penelope moaned and twisted onto her side. Her leg remained on his shoulder, toes curling up and down. It was quite pathetic and needy. "Nikolaos, Nikolaos, oh Nikolaos!!"
Her cunt squeezed and said, "I want to feel you in my womb."
He gave it. Nikolaos fucked her like that. Slow and deep, each thrust bottoming out against her cervix. Half of her tits down flat, her cunt—her beautiful, stretched cunt—clamped down on him.
"You're making me CUM again," Penelope gasped. "You're making me fucking CUM AGAIIN~!"
"Cum for me."
He went all the way in. Like a switch, her eyes rolled back, her body arched, and she screamed.
He kept going, driving into her, and she came again, and again, until she lost count.
"Nikolaos, Nikolaos, Nikolaos, Nikolaos~!! Please—"
"Please what?"
"Cum INSHIIIDE me again~!!"
Once upon a time, Penelope believed in her husband. She believed he would return. Not anymore.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Nikolaos' second creampie was greater than the first. His balls drew up tight, and this hung stud shot load after load into her, filling her cunt until it overflowed, until his seed dripped down her thighs and pooled on the sheets beneath her.
When he finally pulled out, Queen Penelope was a wreck that flopped onto her stomach. Without his cock, she couldn't stay on her side and was a ball of trembling sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead, her cunt gaping and globbing with white cream.
"I love you," Penelope whispered.
He smacked her ass. This was not over, not by a long shot.
…
…
…
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!! THIS IS WHAT I'VE MISSSSED! A MAN'S COCCCK~!!"
Night had fallen, and the palace was loud with sex. While the suitors had retreated to their quarters and the servants to their beds, there was only sex in the chambers of Queen Penelope.
Penelope gasped and wore debauchery on her face. She was on her hands and knees on the bed, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the pillows. Nikolaos gave her the backshots she wanted. The backshots she missed. The backshots her husband was supposed to give her.
"I guess since Odysseus isn't here…!" CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! "You're my wife now!"
"Unhhh! Yes, your wife! Your WIFE!! I love it! I love your cock in my cunt! I love feeling you SO DEEP~!!"
He pulled back and slammed into her. Her ass—two perfect, round globes of flesh—rippled with the impact, and she screamed.
"YES~!! FUCK, YES!!"
He grabbed a fistful of the queen's royal brown hair and pulled. Her head snapped back, her spine arched, and he drove into her harder, deeper, using her hair as reins.
He was like a horse. A mare with a long cock using her like he was on a run. His perfect Greek body couldn't have been more perfect.
Butt clenched, he hurled his cock forward and fucked her like an animal. His big balls swung with every thrust. Penelope screamed and screamed, her eyes rolled back, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.
"I'M CUMMIIIING!!" Penelope shrieked. "OH GOODS, OH ZEUUS, I'M CUMMIIING!"
Her cunt clamped down on him, a violent, rippling grip, and he felt her orgasm tear through her. She shook beneath him, her whole body convulsing, and he kept fucking her through it.
"How many times?" he asked. "How many times have you come tonight?"
"I don't—I can't—"
"Count."
"Ten! M-maybe eleven~! I don't KNOW—"
"And how many times did Odysseus make you come in your entire marriage?"
She laughed and gasped wildly. Remember, he was still fucking her.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He was still making her work.
"N-n-not THIS many! NEVER this many! NOT EVEN CLOSE~!!"
"Good."
The stud yanked her hair and shoved her into a kiss. Thrusts suddenly shorter, they remained just as effective in making her moan.
"I love you," Penelope said, sloppy saliva between them. "Mmmppph…!"
"I love you too."
Nikolaos kissed her, and she kissed him back, sloppy and desperate, her tongue pushing into his mouth. He tasted everything that was Penelope, everything that used to be Odysseus'.
"C-cum inside me," Penelope whispered. "One more time…f-fill me up."
They kissed.
Penelope came.
Nikolaos came too.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
He pumped load after load into her, his balls emptying completely, and she moaned. When he finally finished, he didn't pull out. He collapsed on top of her, his cock still buried inside her. The mattress kept them afloat.
"Don't move," Nikolaos said.
"I won't."
Nikolaos lay there, breathing hard, his face buried in the curve of her neck.
"I meant it," Penelope said softly. "I love you."
"I know."
"I'm going to choose you. Tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after—I'm going to choose you."
"The suitors won't like it."
"Fuck the suitors." Penelope kissed his temple. "I'm the queen. I can do what I want."
He lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses.
"You're beautiful," he said.
"You're…still inside me."
"I know."
She laughed and pulled him down for another kiss, and he felt her cunt clench around his cock.
That night, Nikolaos made Penelope cum more times than Odysseus did in his WHOLE marriage with Penelope.
That night, Penelope was reminded of the night when Odysseus lay on top of her and whispered that it would take years to return. Both nude, both hungry and in-love.
But that was a long time ago now. Penelope had moved on.
***
The harbour was dark. Morning had scarcely blessed the Greek island kingdom of Ithaca. Penelope stood at the edge of the dock, her white himation pulled tight, her hair escaping its pins in dark tendrils that whipped across her face.
Nikolaos adjusted the strap of his leather satchel, his eyes on the small trading vessel bobbing against the stone quay. Single mast with no oarsmen but enough provisions for a month.
"You don't have to do this," Penelope said.
"I know."
"I could just choose you. Today. Right now. Walk into the great hall a-and point at you and be done with it."
Nikolaos turned to face her fully. The wind below his dark hair, and for a moment he looked like a Spartan hero carved from marble.
"And then what?" Nikolaos asked. "The suitors riot. Ithaca bleeds. Telemachus grows up in a civil war."
"Telemachus grows up with a father."
"Me? I'm five years older than him, Penelope. I can't be his father. I can barely be his friend." Nikolaos stepped closer, his hand coming up to cup her jaw. "But Odysseus can be his father. If he's still alive."
Her eyes glistened. She didn't let the tears fall.
"You're going to find him."
"I'm going to try."
"And bring him home."
"If he wants to come."
Penelope laughed, a wet, broken sound. "He's been gone for twenty years. Of course he wants to come home." But he hadn't.
Nikolaos said nothing. The truth sat between them, that a man who wanted to come home would have found a way by now. That the sea didn't keep a man from his wife for two decades unless the man let it.
But Penelope needed to believe. And Nikolaos loved her enough to let her.
"I'll find him," Nikolaos said. "Or I'll find proof that he's dead. Either way, you'll have answers—mmpph!?"
Penelope kissed him then, hard and desperate, her fingers curling into the fabric of his chiton. When Queen Penelope pulled back, her lips were red and her eyes were wet.
"Come back to me," Penelope said.
"Always."
He boarded the vessel without looking back. Penelope watched from the dock until the sail vanished over the horizon.
***
Thankfully, Poseidon himself gave Nikolaos grace. Three days of fair winds. Four days of following currents that seemed to push him exactly where he needed to go.
On the seventh day, the waters changed. The blue deepened to a shade almost black, and the air grew thick and still. He was the lone oarsmen and he pulled harder, breath coming in ragged gasps.
"What is that…?"
An island rose from the sea like a broken tooth. Jagged rocks surrounded it, white foam exploding against the black stone. And atop those rocks, two shapes moved with a grace that was not entirely human.
Which was when song began.
"T-this…!"
It wasn't words. It wasn't music. It was the sound of a woman's pleasure turned into melody, the gasp she makes when she's taken from behind, the shuddering moan when a man fills her pussy. It bypassed his ears and went straight to his cock.
In another world, with a crew, it would have been over. They would have dropped their oars and jumped into the ocean.
Nikolaos was no weak man. He felt the pull and resisted.
"Come to us. Come and taste. Come and drown in our bodies~!"
But…
But…
"Come! Come here! Cum on us! Cum!"
His blood heated. His breath quickened. His cock swelled in his tunic. Nikolaos was a great explorer but…a man nonetheless.
"Fuck this," he muttered.
He stopped, stripped off his tunic—thwap—and promptly dove over the side. Suddenly, he was swimming through the dark water with long, powerful strokes. The sirens watched too. He could see them now: twin figures on the highest rock, one blonde as wheat, one dark as wine. Laying on their sides and knowing they were sexy and irresistible. He could see their smiles…nay, their smirks.
His dick twitched anyway.
"I'm here…!" Nikolaos surfaced at the base of the island, finding a foothold in the slick stone. The song swirled around him, and he followed it up, pulling himself onto the rock. "I'm here!"
The sirens stared.
They had seen men crawl. They had seen men weep. They had seen men throw themselves at their feet, begging for a single touch before the sea took them.
They had never seen a man stand up, dripping seawater, with a cock that hung halfway to his knees.
"What," said the blonde.
"Is that," said the brunette.
"Real," they finished together.
Nikolaos grinned. "Surprise."
The blonde siren recovered first. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, hair that fell in golden waves past her waist, hair that framed a face of immense beauty that made men forget their own names. Her breasts were round and full, tipped with pink nipples that stiffened in the sea air.
"You're a bold one," the blonde siren said. Both she and her siren sister lay on their sides, languid and sexy. "Most men weep when they see us."
"I'm not most men."
"Clearly." Blue eyes dropped to his cock again. It had been twitching the whole time and was now starting to grow. She gasped. The blonde blue-eyed busty siren couldn't believe it. "Y-you're built like a horse."
Throoob! His cock was only at half-mast.
"A horse would be offended by the comparison."
Such confidence. The brunette lifted herself up and crawled toward him, her dark eyes hungry. She was more slender than her sister, her breasts smaller but perfectly shaped, her hips wide and her waist narrow. She crawled like a predator, like a woman who had never been refused anything.
"You talk a lot for a man about to die," the brunette murmured.
"I talk a lot for a man about to fuck you both senseless."
The sirens laughed. High and melodic and utterly dismissive.
The blonde disappeared and reappeared in front of him. On her knees, that smirk struck his heart. "Such an arrogant man~!" Her hand sliding down his chest, his stomach, until her fingers wrapped around his cock. The blonde couldn't close her grip. Her eyes widened.
"Oh my," the blonde remarked.
"Told you."
On her knees, her gold-dotted lips kissed the head of his cock, and she took him in with practiced ease — or tried to. His girth stretched her lips, her cheeks hollowing, her throat working as she pushed deeper, deeper, until the blonde gagged.
The brunette pressed against his side, her lips finding his neck, his jaw, his mouth. She kissed him deep and wet, her tongue sliding against his.
"We've never had a man like you," the brunette whispered against his lips. "We are enjoying this struggle…!"
The blonde's head bobbed, her hands wrapped around what her mouth couldn't reach. Saliva ran down his shaft, slicking her grip, and she moaned around him. The dicksucking ran through his cock like lightning.
He let her work. Let her fight. Let her take him inch by inch until her nose pressed against his stomach and his balls rested on her chin.
Then he came.
"Mmppph~!"
Those confused blue eyes couldn't believe it. Nikolaos didn't say a word, he hardly grunted! The first rope hit the back of her throat. The second filled her mouth. The blonde tried to swallow, but there was too much, and it spilled from the corners of her lips, running down her chin, dripping onto the rock.
The blonde pulled off, gasping, coughing, her hand still stroking him through the aftershocks. She coughed and soon had to stop in order to swallow his cum. Why? Because…she didn't know why.
Meanwhile, the brunette's lips left Nikolaos'. She was smiling all slutty. Her hand dropped down and she started stroking him. Her siren sister didn't want to continue a blowjob?
"More for me~!"
The brunette dragged him down and lay back on the smooth stone. Legs already spread, she angled his cock toward her cunt. Face-to-face, smirking, the brunette said, "Fuck me! Fuck me until I forget my own name, baby!"
The head of his cock rested against her entrance, and he watched her eyes as he pushed forward. She gasped. Her hands flew to his shoulders.
"Oh! Ohhh!!"
Nikolaos smiled discreetly. That was only half his cock. "Mmm?"
The doe-eyed brunette didn't get it. "Fuck, fuck, you're so! Hnngghh! Hummm~!!"
"Big?"
"BIG~!!"
He slammed in and her back arched, her breasts jutting toward the sky. He was no longer pressed to her. Nikolaos was looking down on the siren. Her nails dug into his skin, and he thought she might draw blood.
"Look at me," he said.
The brown-haired siren did. Her eyes were dark and wide, her lips parted, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"You think you're the predator," he said, pulling back slowly. "You think you're the one in control."
He thrust forward. Hard. Her head snapped back. "Oh fuuuck! OH, I think I'm—I think I'm cummiing!!"
"You're wrong."
He fucked her like he meant it. Long, deep strokes that bottomed out against her cervix, that made her toes curl and her eyes roll. Siren pussy gripped him with every thrust, clamping down like it was trying to milk him dry. Yet Nikolaos was hardly fazed.
Penelope was tighter. Married pussy that hadn't fucked in two decades was way tighter.
"Oh gods," the siren moaned. "Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods! Cumming agaiin!"
"So easy."
His legs suddenly flattened together and he thrust deep! This was all about taking advantage of his cock and, as the siren said before, "IT'SO BIIIG! SO DEEEP!!"
Immediately, the brunette convulsed and she shrieked. Nikolaos was impressed. "No wonder you sing so good!"
Wham, wham, wham!
He didn't stop. Didn't slow. He fucked her through the second orgasm, and the third, and the fourth. The siren lost count somewhere around the twelfth, her eyes glazing, her limbs going slack.
"Oh! Unhhh! Oh gods, oh fuck! Oh Poseiiidon! Mercy, merccyyy!"
"Dragging in men like me…" He grabbed her hips and drove deeper. Her eyes rolled back. "Killing them…taking them…! You sluts!"
"Please—please—I can't take any more—"
"You can!"
She could. The siren could, she was built for sex. The remark actually referred to whether she could keep taking these long strokes and maintain her sanity.
"This is what you did to men, didn't ya!?"
"I did! WE DIDD~!!"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
He fucked her until her voice went hoarse, until her cunt was a sloppy mess of her pussyjuice, until the siren was nothing but a gasping, trembling wreck beneath him.
"This is what you deserve!"
He nutted inside her. Nikolaos filled her until it ran down her thighs. When he pulled out—plop! That huge cock was a white, creamy pole of divinehood. It couldn't have looked any hotter, bigger, or better.
The blonde siren watched from the edge of the rock, her hand between her own legs. She swallowed. Thwap! His balls smacked on his thigh as he advanced toward the next siren. The blonde looked up at him and the cock that shadowed her. "Y-you're different," the siren said. "You're supposed to be ours…!"
"And yet," Nikolaos said, "here I am."
His cock was literally bigger than her head.
"You want to try?" he asked. "See if you can tame me?"
The siren smiled. It was sharp and dangerous. "I do."
…
…
…
"CUMMING, CUMMIING! OH POSEIDON, YOU'VE TAMED MY PUSSY! YOU'VE RUINED IT!!!"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
He took her on the rock, her legs pressed back toward her ears. The mating press. His cock drove into her, deeper than anything she had ever felt, and she screamed in the shock of being so completely, so utterly filled.
"YOU'RE TOO GOOD, YOU'RE TOO DEEP~!!
"Tell me where to go," he said, thrusting.
"YOU HUMAN, YOU HUUMMANN! MAKING ME CUMM! STOP MAKING ME CUM FIIIIRST~!!"
"Oh right."
He slowed down. Smiling, the siren caught her breath. But then…
"Where. To. Go." Each word was punctuated with a stroke. "To find Odysseus."
The blonde siren's big tits jiggled. Her relaxation turned into whines and whimpers. "I-I don't—"
He drove deeper. Her eyes flew wide.
"T-the island of the witch," she gasped. "He's there! He's trapped on mythical island of Ogygia—"
"Good girl."
He finished inside the sirens. Her womb happily took it. Unlike every man that came before him, Nikolaos reversed his fate.