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The gods worked in mysterious ways.
Penelope had experience it on her own skin, she had grown in Sparta but married a king of another island and followed him there. They had been happy, her and Odysseus, Penelope couldn't have asked for a better husband, he was caring, gentle and let her have her freedom. Many women didn't have the same luck, she had heard horror stories about wives beaten and abused, their faces devoid of any light as their husbands took everything from them and left them with nothing. Odysseus wasn't such a man, he loved her deeply and so she did him.
They had been blessed with a child, the light of their eyes, Telemachus they had called him and Odysseus had been so happy after he was born he hardly left him out of his arms. Telemachus was a good child, he only cried when he needed something and was fascinated by the world around him, but still listened to his parents. Penelope could see her eyes in Telemachus and Odysseus's smile on his little mouth. He was perfect, the right mix between her and Odysseus.
But then the Trojan war happened. Odysseus had kissed both her and Telemachus goodbye and set sail with six hundred men, promising to return as soon as he could.
And so twenty years passed without her seeing her husband, without knowing if he was alive or dead.
During those years, Penelope stood tall, she couldn't show weakness, not with those snakes of the suitors running around demanding her hand and harassing her son. Yet, when she saw the bruises on Telemachus's face, Penelope had almost snapped, a fury she hadn't felt in years took hold of her. She wanted to unleash her sword, put it on the suitors' throats and let blood fall for the insults they were giving to her home. But then she took a deep breath and prayed Athena for wisdom. A war had just ended and so many women were still crying for their husbands and sons, Penelope couldn't risk another one, her people didn't deserve it. The suitors would pay, once Odysseus came home.
So Penelope waited. And waited. And waited.
And just as she was about to lose hope, her husband came home. Even after all those years, Penelope recognised him. He was the same handsome man that left her twenty years ago, his eyes were more haunted and dark, but Penelope still found him so beautiful. And he had brought her the best gift she could ask for after all these years, she watched in satisfaction as all the suitors that had plagued her home like insects were all scattered around the halls, their blood painting the walls red and their bodies were getting dragged by the servants like beasts. Not that they deserved anything more.
The love Penelope had for Odysseus came back, a fire she had forgotten rose in her chest, making her body flush and her mind clear. She still remembered the love they made that same night, it was so overwhelming she still could feel her body buzzing at the thought.
But even if Odysseus was back, the nightmares of those twenty years still plagued him. He told her all about Polyphemus, Poseidon, Circe, the Underworld... all the things he had sacrificed, all the people he had lost. The guilt was eating him away at night, when his arms were tightly wrapped around Penelope's body, pretending he was fine when he clearly was not.
“I met the king of gods.” Odysseus told her once after they had made love until Penelope's body was sore and shaking in overstimulation. “He faced me with a question. Me or my crew. Only one would survive. I chose myself. I chose Ithaca. I chose you.”
Penelope pressed kisses all over his body and even if she was exhausted, she rode him until his tears were for her and not for his past.
Zeus's name came up other times when they talked. At first, Penelope thought it was only a coincidence, but the more Odysseus spoke, the more doubts rose in her chest.
“He was beautiful. I don't know how to explain it. Even if he forced me to choose, I can't deny his beauty. I understood why he was the king, I could only hope to be a fraction of what he is. He took so much from me, yet I can't help but be fascinated by him.” Odysseus said, his eyes staring at the wall lost in thoughts. And, well, Penelope had many thoughts about that.
She had heard stories about Zeus, hardly good ones when a mortal was involved, but he was still the king of gods and Penelope was a devoted follower. Even if she preferred Athena and Hestia in her prayers, she couldn't exactly ignore the most important god of Olympus. And Odysseus spoke so highly of him – he couldn't have come home if Zeus hadn't given permission – and Penelope was growing curious.
It was on a whim she chose to visit one of Zeus's temples. Penelope was walking around Ithaca with her servants, her face covered in a veil and her body dressed in fine silk when she spotted the temple. It was majestic, raising tall like it was calling the sky, with white columns holding up the wide roof. Symbols of eagles and thunder were adorning the walls, men and women came and went from the temple, smiling and chatting as they unknowingly passed the queen.
Now that Odysseus was back, Penelope was hardly alone. Odysseus wanted to make up for the lost time, while Telemachus was still plagued by the nightmares of the suitors and he couldn't trust any men with his mother's safety. One of them was always with her, Penelope loved her family, she really did, but she needed to breathe sometimes. She had been trapped in her own palace for years, she wanted to walk free once again without being afraid of being harrassed.
Both Odysseus and Telemachus understood that, with the excuse of a hunt, they let her afternoon free, but made Penelope promise she would be back before dinner. With a laugh, Penelope told them she wasn't a kid anymore, but she appreciated their worries and kissed them goodbye.
Penelope entered the temple, her head lowered as she looked around. The air was warm, Penelope could smell the food being burned as a sacrifice, the prayers being whispered. Penelope tightened her veil around her face as she got deeper into the temple, mixing with the common folk.
Penelope's feet stopped once she was in front of a statue that depicted the mighty god. He was majestic, his hair fell on his wide shoulders while his right hand was raised to keep a thunder between his fingers. His face was the description of perfect, the more Penelope watched it, the more she couldn't find any mistakes in him. She tried not to stare too much, knowing that the gods could take any form they wanted, and instead focused on the sacrificial fire under the statue.
“I'll take two lamb legs.” Penelope told a man who was selling food there and paid for them. The vendor flushed red at Penelope's presence and quickly wrapped the legs into a cloth before giving it to her with trembling fingers. He had given her the best ones, but Penelope hardly noticed that.
She carefully tucked them away, then walked towards the fire. Penelope sat in the corner, making sure no other man was around. She felt the warmth of the fire on her skin and remained silent for a moment, her thoughts in disarray.
Then Penelope opened the cloth and pushed the two lamb legs into the fire. The smell of them burning filled her nose, she could feel hunger growing in her stomach, but ignored it. Penelope clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, her lips parting as she started to say her prayer.
“My husband has spoken highly of you. Even if you have ripped many sons and husbands from their wives and mothers, you are still the primary reason my husband has come back to me. I'm immensely grateful to you, lord Zeus, you have done so much for our family. We will not forget your kindness. We will thank you for years to come.”
Penelope waited until the lamb legs, then she straightened her back and stood, walking out the temple to rejoin her servants and go back to her dear husband. She didn't think much about what she had done, Penelope had thanked the gods like usual and thought no more of Zeus as she made her way home.
But the gods were always listening. And Penelope unknowingly just got Zeus's attention back on her family.
Penelope had forgotten about her prayer in Zeus's temple. She had her duties as queen and mother during the day, while she was busy being a wife during the night. For her, the gods were sacred deities she prayed daily, she wasn't like her husband and son who had known gods first-hand, Penelope had only felt their fleeting presence, but nothing too dramatic to rock her entire world.
She had her own scars in her soul, but it wasn't because of gods and their games.
“You don't weave anymore, my lady.” Her most loyal servant, Eurycleia said to her one day. The old woman didn't have much strength anymore, both Penelope and Odysseus had told her she could stop working, but Eurycleia was stubborn. She wouldn't be cast aside, she told them, she would die doing what she loved, which was serving the king and queen.
Penelope had turned towards her old servant, a small frown on her face. “I got sick of it.” She confessed, looking down at her hands. “I want to, but all the times I try to weave, I remember all those nights I've spent undoing it and I can't move a finger. Ironic, isn't it? I loved weaving so much... now I feel like it's a chore.”
Eurycleia's eyes shone in tears. The old servant placed a hand on Penelope's shoulder and squeezed it in comfort. They didn't speak anymore, not with their hearts feeling so heavy in their chests.
Everything else was going well, one way or another.
Odysseus was slowly getting back on his feet, he was loved by his people and ruled wisely, he listened to his people attentively and always made sure no major problem arose. He even found time to train Telemachus to be his heir, if Penelope wasn't sure her husband slept next to her at night, she would think he didn't sleep.
It allowed Penelope to relax slightly, she had been on alarm for so long, she could now enjoy her life again. She had found a new love for archery, one that made her remember of her youth in Sparta and spent most of her time stringing her bow and shooting arrows in the courtyard. Even if it wasn't ladylike, no one said anything to her, the few who had tried to raise their worries to Odysseus had been quickly silenced.
“My wife does has she pleases. This is also her palace. You seem to forget she's your queen. Shall I remind you?” And that was the end of the discussion. No one wanted to be at the end of Odysseus's wrath. They had seen the suitors bodies being carried around.
Odysseus never bothered Penelope in her private time too. He knew she needed time to adjust to the fact he was back, she had been without a man for twenty years, things couldn't return to how they once were in a few days. Penelope loved him for his understanding.
That was why it had been strange when Odysseus walked to her as she was stringing her bow. Penelope had chased away her servants since she liked to be alone, yet for some reason her husband's presence rubbed her the wrong way.
Still, Penelope smiled indulging and lowered her bow. “Husband, I thought you were hunting with Telemachus today.”
“Change of plans.” Odysseus said, scrolling his shoulders. “Our son has preferred going into the city with his friends.”
Penelope pursued her lips. That was strange. Telemachus would never pass up his chance to spend time with his father, but if Odysseus said so, it must have been true. “I see.” She took one arrow from the quiver. It was made of hard wood with a bronze, sharp end. It felt sturdy in her hand, its familiar weight comforting. “Have you come to train too then?”
“I've actually came for you.” That was... strange.
Penelope raised an eyebrow confused. Odysseus's smile was indulging, his eyes were gentle and he looked relaxed for once. There was nothing wrong with him. It was her husband, the one who held her at night and kissed her breathless, yet Penelope felt that something was wrong in her gut. It was just a fleeting feeling, but the queen of Ithaca had learned to trust her instincts.
“I see.” Penelope turned towards Odysseus, who had walked even closer to her. “And why do you need me?”
Odysseus's eyes shone amused. He lifted one hand and placed it on Penelope's cheek, tracing her skin with his thumb. Even his touch was the same as always, but the coldness inside of her grew bigger and bigger. Penelope felt suffocated, a knot closing her throat.
“I've just missed you, is that so hard to believe?” Odysseus spoke gently taking one step closer until their bodies were almost touching. His warmth did nothing to ease her coldness though, it only made it worse. “I thought we could be alone for a while... what do you think?”
Penelope had no reason to refuse Odysseus, but she still hesitated. Something in her mind was screaming at her, warning her to be cautious. And Penelope wasn't so stupid to ignore her own heart.
“That sounds lovely.” Penelope forced herself to speak, her hands tightening around the arrow. “Should we ask the servants to move our bed then? A change of scenery would be good, right?”
A spark twinkled in Odysseus's eyes, his smile widening on his handsome face. “That's a really good idea, wife. You're really smart.”
Dread pooled in Penelope's stomach. She took a step back and raised her bow, the arrow ready to hit her target. Odysseus's eyes widened in shock, but Penelope's expression only hardened.
“My husband has built our bed with an alive olive tree, it cannot be moved. You would have known that, had you been really him.” Penelope said harshly, her legs were trembling but her arrow remained firm. “Who are you? Not my husband for sure.”
Odysseus's expression morphed into stillness. All the kindness washed away from him as he stared at Penelope aiming her weapon at him. Yet, he still looked amused, like it was all a big game for him.
“I see why Athena is so fond of this family.” Odysseus's voice grew deeper and his body started to change. He grew taller and broader, towering two whole heads over her. A cascade of blond hair fell on his bare shoulders, brushing against the neat cured beard on his chin. His golden eyes watched Penelope in amusement as his lips curled into a smile. He was one of the most handsome men Penelope had ever seen. Now she understood Odysseus's and Telemachus's words on the gods, no statues could make them justice. They were too perfect for this world, as a mere mortal, she couldn't help but admire them.
Still, Penelope refused to lower her bow. She wouldn't let a god play with her family again, not when she had gotten it back after so much sweat and tears.
“Don't be so stiff. I was only curious about you.” The god spoke slowly, starting to walk around the courtyard.
“You would have bedded me if I hadn't discovered your trick.” Penelope said between clenched teeth, a wave of anger raising in her chest.
The god shrugged his shoulders. “I wouldn't have minded. You're a beautiful woman. I see why Odysseus was so desperate to get back to you.” The god tilted his head to the side. “Why don't you lower your bow? I'll advise you, hitting the king of gods will not make your life easy.”
The bow and arrow slipped from Penelope's fingers. They fell on the ground with a loud thud, but Penelope was too shocked to pick them up. She stared at the god in front of her in shock, her legs trembling under her dress.
“You're... Lord Zeus.” Penelope said as she took one step back. The stories of women and men taken by the king of gods running into her mind. She knew very well if Zeus had any intention to bed her, she would have no chance to refuse. Yet, the god seemed calm, Penelope wondered if she played her cards right, maybe she would come out from this without doing something she would forever regret.
“Penelope of Ithaca, you're pretty famous. A good queen, a loyal wife... even my daughter Athena speaks highly of you.” Zeus hummed, crossing his arms under his chest. “I was surprised when you prayed me. I grew curious.”
“You were listening?” Penelope asked with wide eyes. She didn't even ask him anything, it was only a prayer to thank him for getting her husband home. She couldn't believe the king of gods had such a knee hearing.
“Oh, I am always listening. I just don't answer that often.” Zeus flicked his wrist. In the distance, Penelope could hear the sound of thunder falling from the sky.
“And why did you choose to come to me?” Penelope counted in her mind. She knew Odysseus would come home soon, he had fought a god before, he would know what to do.
“I wanted to.” Zeus's grin grew larger as he stared at Penelope, the predatory spark never leaving his eyes.
Penelope gulped. Her legs were shaking, she knew what the king of gods wanted, but she would rather be killed than cheat on her husband. Odysseus had been loyal to her until the end, she would be the same.
“Haven't you gods grow bored of our family? How much more do you want to take from us?” Penelope whispered, trying to swallowing her anger, but by the twinkle of amusement in Zeus's eyes, she hardly did a good job.
She was spared from Zeus's answer as she heard quick footsteps approaching the courtyard. Penelope didn't even have to turn around before her husband stood in front of her, sword in hand. He was dripping blood from the hunt, but he was ready to fight again to protect Penelope's honour. And gods, if that didn't make Penelope feel hot in her lower abdomen.
“Lord Zeus, what are you doing here?” Odysseus turned his head slightly to see if Penelope was alright and only focused back on Zeus once she gave her a nod.
“Just passing by.” Penelope was surprised when, once Zeus's gaze turned on her husband, she noticed that the predatory lustful gaze didn't dimmish as he stared at Odysseus. No, if possible, it grew even brighter.
“Your wife is an amazing woman, I see why you've fought so much to get back to her.” Zeus walked forward until he towered over Odysseus and their difference in size showed Penelope just how humans were little in the gods' eyes. Odysseus's gaze hardened, but he didn't lift the sword. He had seen Zeus's power first-hand, had felt the electricity zapping around as he destroyed his ship and comrades. Angering him would be a bad idea.
Zeus raised a hand and, just like he did with Penelope, he touched Odysseus's face gently. His fingers brushed against Odysseus's lips, feeling the softness under his thumb. Odysseus shuddered, but Penelope's knee eyes noticed how the god's touch wasn't completely unwelcome to her husband.
And Zeus knew that too, if the grin on his face was anything to go by.
“Go take a bath, king of Ithaca.” Zeus ordered Odysseus, lowering his hand before his eyes settled on Penelope again. “Your wife and I will wait for you in your chambers. Don't refuse me, you know it won't end well. But I can be kind if I want to.”
Penelope and Odysseus shared a glance. Under their fear, both of them could feel a lick of excitement growing in their bellies, one they desperately tried to suffocate. There was no doubt what Zeus wanted, but it was surprising he asked for both of them. If they were together, maybe, things would be better?
One couldn't refuse a god, they reasoned. But neither of them acknowledged how they both didn't fight Zeus's orders.
Odysseus had never gotten over his years after the Trojan war. Penelope knew it, she woke him up when he started screaming in the middle of the night, begging for mercy, to come home. It took her hours to calm him down, to make realise that the worst had passed and this wasn't a dream, he was back at Ithaca with his family and he was safe.
Yet, Odysseus needed some kind of closure. After fighting against Poseidon – a fight he refused to tell Penelope the details – and the massacre of the suitors, Odysseus had always been skittish. He was afraid the gods would turn their backs on him once again, make him suffer for all he had done through the years. He needed to know the gods were okay with them, that they weren't planning any nefarious plot against Ithaca. Only then Odysseus would be able to sleep at night.
And if humouring the king of gods settled Odysseus's mind, Penelope wasn't against it. Plus, Odysseus wasn't that good at concealing his attraction to Zeus anyway, not that Penelope blamed him. She now understood why many women forgot their wedding vows when faced such a perfect being. Not that she excused them, but she understood.
“A cloud is covering the sky now.” Zeus told her as he sat on Penelope and Odysseus's bed. “No other god will be able to see anything.”
You mean your wife, Penelope thought bitterly, but she bit her tongue to not let those words escape her. She shifted on her feet uncomfortably, not knowing what to do. Now that her mind was a little clear, she thought that this was a really bad idea, but escape was impossible now.
Noticing her hesitation, Zeus extended one arm and grasped her wrist. The grip was firm, but it wasn't painful, which was a small blessing. “Why don't you come here?”
But Penelope was Odysseus's wife, she would die before being pushed around by a man. She didn't bat an eyelash as she stared at the king of gods, a displeased frown crossing her face. “I would like to wait my husband.”
Zeus clicked his tongue, but his grin didn't falter. “You're as stubborn as him.”
“Thank you.”
They were interrupted by the door opening. Odysseus stepped inside, fresh out of the bath. His hair was still dripping on his shoulders and his skin was flushed. He had a thin robe wrapped around his body, one that hardly covered his naked skin.
“Can you release my wife?” Odysseus asked annoyed, then he realised he was talking to the king of gods he added as an afterthought. “Please.”
Strangely, Zeus did exactly as he was told. His burning gaze followed the drops of water running from Odysseus's chest and disappearing under his robe. Penelope was no better than Zeus, she was staring shamelessly at her husband, and wished he could just take away that robe.
Zeus and Penelope shared a look of silent understanding. Penelope moved towards her husband, she took his hands in hers and squeezed them in reassurance before pressing their lips together. Odysseus melted against her, their mouths moved against each other.
“Are you sure about this?” Odysseus whispered against her lips. He was ready to fight another god if Penelope said one word, but Penelope nodded slowly, not wanting to drag this longer than necessary. Plus, now she was growing a little curious.
“Don't worry about me.” She pulled Odysseus with her until they ended up in front of the king of the gods. Zeus was watching them amused, his eyes going from Odysseus to Penelope, though the queen didn't miss how they rested more on her husband.
“I have a request.” Odysseus said, releasing Penelope's hand. His fingers went to scratch the scar on his collar bone and Zeus followed the movement hungrily.
“By all means, tell me.” Zeus's gaze lifted to Odysseus's face. His hands were twitching on his thighs, ready to map Odysseus's body. Penelope shouldn't feel that thought as arousing as she did.
Odysseus looked at Penelope. “I would prefer if Penelope wasn't too involved.”
Zeus raised an eyebrow, he didn't look much amused anymore. “And why is that?”
“I don't want my wife to risk carrying your child. I don't need another god after my family.” Odysseus didn't seem to be scared of Zeus's wrath, talking boldly like he could actually call the shots.
Penelope watched as Zeus's eye twitched at the subtle reminder of his wife, she could feel the hairs on her body raising as electricity raised in the room. Penelope decided to step in. She was quick to sit beside the god and placed a comforting hand on his bared chest, her body flushed against his.
“Pen?” Penelope ignored Odysseus's worried tone as she stared in Zeus's eyes. The king of the gods was giving her his full attention and she knew that whatever she told him would either calm him or make him even angrier.
“Lord Zeus, frankly I don't want to get pregnant again. Telemachus was almost too much for me. And I know a god's seed always takes.” Penelope bated her long eyelashes, then tilted her head until her mouth was directly whispering in the god's ear. “And I think both you and I will enjoy seeing my husband being a mess. Don't you?”
Zeus blinked at her, then he threw his head back and laughed. He touched Penelope's chin and lifted it slightly, his eyes shining in glee.
“I knew you would be amusing. I wish more women were like you.” Zeus hummed, lowering his face until he pressed a small kiss on the corner of Penelope's mouth, leaving a scorching feeling behind. Zeus turned towards Odysseus and raised one hand. “Alright, Odysseus. But I'll expect the work of two from you.”
Odysseus took a step closer. Without saying a word, he boldly sat in Zeus's lap, shifting until he got comfortable. “If I have your word... then okay.”
Zeus smirked, he titled his head to a side staring at Odysseus like he was a shining new toy. His massive hands wrapped around Odysseus's waist, pulling him even closer to his body.
“Kiss me, Odysseus.”
Penelope watched with blown eyes as Odysseus moved his head closer until he was pressing his mouth against Zeus's. It was different from the kiss she had shared with him, Penelope could see all the desperation, the want as Odysseus kissed the god of the skies. She watched as Zeus let out a chuckle and pushed his lips between Odysseus's parted lips, devouring her husband's mouth until Odysseus was forced to tilt his head back, a whine coming out his throat.
Penelope could feel her body twitch at the sounds her husband was making and she was overwhelmed by the desire to touch. Her hand raised up, Penelope's fingers buried in Odysseus's hair. She forced him to stay still as the god ravished him, not allowing him to escape. Odysseus opened his eyes to stare at her in surprise, his face flushing even brighter. Having his wife's hands on him, made Odysseus even more enthusiastic which seemed to please Zeus.
The king of the gods shifted, his fingers moving to toss the robe around Odysseus's body on the floor, leaving him bare. Then, Zeus pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their lips together, his eyes drank the sight of Odysseus's body hungrily.
“Are you this excited already? I've barely touched you.” Zeus whispered loud enough for the both them to hear, flickering Odysseus's dick with his fingers. “Makes me wonder if you can really satisfy your wife with this-” Zeus ignored the sound of protest Odysseus's made. He shifted closer, his lips brushing against Odysseus's once more. “-or maybe she is the one who satisfies you?”
One of Zeus's hands dropped on Odysseus's ass and squeezed. Odysseus wailed, his hips jerking forward in search of more. Zeus pressed his lips against Odysseus's neck, leaving a trail of kisses all over his skin. Penelope, not wanting to be left out in her own chamber, moved to the other side of Odysseus's neck to suck on the skin.
“Oh... fuck... Pen...!” Odysseus panted loudly, not knowing where to focus, where to put his hands. Zeus chuckled, his mouth trailing down to wrap around one of his nipples. He scraped his teeth against, before he sucked gently, his beard brushing on Odysseus's flushed skin.
“Shit...” Odysseus moaned, his skin tingling in pleasure. He moved his hips forward, searching release for his hard cock, but Penelope was having none of it. She raised her hand and slapped his ass, grasping his hips to stop him from misbehaving.
“Don't, Ody. Be nice.” Penelope whispered, her eyes catching Zeus's lustful gaze.
“Damn.” Zeus laughed, definitely amused by her antics. One of his hands moved to press against Penelope's back, moving it up and down. Penelope shuddered, closing her eyes as a small sigh escaping her lips.
It was then Odysseus moved his arms to wrap around Zeus's neck, which surprised both Zeus and Penelope. “Don't... touch my wife so easily.”
Zeus chuckled. “I think she wants to be touched. But sure, have it your way.”
Zeus suddenly lifted Odysseus and pushed him down the bed, stomach down. He pulled Odysseus's hips up, ignoring Odysseus's muffled cries and turned to look back at Penelope. Penelope could feel her cunt getting wetter at how easy her husband was manhandled, all she wanted was to push her hand between her legs to give herself the pleasure she desperately desired, but she didn't dare to do so in front of Zeus.
“Do you have any oil?” Zeus asked, his hands moving to kneed Odysseus's ass. Understanding what he wanted to do, Penelope nodded and rose up. She went to one of her closets and took out a box. She grasped the oil, ignoring all the other objects inside.
Penelope was quick to return, but didn't miss the way Zeus's eyes stared at the box in glee.
“We can use one of your little toys if you want.” Zeus said, accepting the small jar of oil, his thumb stroking against Penelope's skin. Penelope could feel her neck burn in embarrassment, yet she stood her ground.
“I think Ody would hate to wait more.” Penelope said, but Zeus only laughed at her.
“He can't wait? Or you?” Zeus hummed, pouring the oil on his fingers. Penelope chose not to answer, instead she walked around the bed and sat in front of Odysseus. She took him in her arms, pressing kisses all over his face.
“Are you okay, Ody?” Penelope asked, rubbing his head gently. Odysseus nodded, nuzzling his face against her hands. It was so strange seeing him so docile, but it was a face Penelope found extremely arousing.
“Ah...!” Odysseus suddenly moaned, his mouth parting into a scream. Penelope looked up and saw Zeus pushing one of his fingers against Odysseus's hole, moving it slowly to spread it properly.
“If you don't relax, Odysseus, it's going to be rather painful for you.” Zeus said lightly, thrusting his finger in and out. Odysseus clenched his teeth, sweat falling from the top of his head.
Penelope rubbed his scalp gently, then she reached up to pull down her dress until her breasts were exposed. Penelope could feel Zeus's heavy gaze on her, but she ignored it in favour of guiding Odysseus's face against her chest. Immediately, Odysseus wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, sucking it gently as his body grew gradually relaxed.
Zeus hummed from the back of his throat, adding another finger inside Odysseus once he was readt. Zeus took his time in scissoring his fingers, his ears catching every moan, every pleased sigh Odysseus let out. Zeus lowered his head to press kisses all over Odysseus's back, moving his hand back and fort, searching for the spot inside Odysseus that would make the king scream.
“Shit...!” Odysseus arched his back suddenly, pulling away from Penelope's chest. Pleasure rocked his body as Zeus kept pushing against the spot that made him see stars. Penelope held him close, listening to his cries as she ignored her own excitement.
“He sounds pretty when he cries.” Zeus muttered, his eyes catching Penelope's gaze. He fingers stilled for a moment as he moved forward, his breath brushing against Penelope's face. After a brief moment of hesitation, Penelope accepted the kiss, parting her mouth to allow the king of the gods to take her mouth. Zeus tasted like honey and mint, a sweet aftertaste that intoxicated Penelope's mind. She moved closer, her fingers caressing Odysseus's hair gently. It brought her a little shame to kiss another man in front of her husband, a god nonetheless, yet she couldn't help herself chasing after her desires. Something inside had surely broken during the twenty years she hadn't seen Odysseus, and now from the cracks everything was coming out.
Zeus hummed in appreciation, his tongue brushing against her teeth as he explored Penelope's mouth thoroughly. Zeus was kissing her differently from how he did Odysseus, he was taking his time, making sure to let Penelope feel everything he did, like she was almost on par to him.
When they pulled apart, Penelope had to take a moment to regain control of her breathing. As Zeus looked at her smug, she dropped her gaze on Odysseus, who was watching her with blow eyes. He looked hardly angry, there was a curiosity inside of him that Penelope would take her time to discover. Later though, now they had other things to take care of.
As Zeus added a third finger inside of Odysseus, her husband whined helplessly. He pushed his ass back, his hole greedily sucking Zeus's fingers as reason started to slip from his mind.
“Is he always so needy?” Zeus asked, lowering his head until his teeth sunk in Odysseus's shoulder. “I want to hear him beg. Don't you?”
The question took Penelope's breath away. She stared down at Odysseus, petting his head as he returned her gaze. Penelope could feel her body growing warmer, her skin flushing red at the thought. She pressed her fingers against Odysseus's lips, playing with his bottom lip gently.
“Did you hear Lord Zeus, Ody?” Penelope pressed a kiss on the top of his head. “Why don't you ask nicely? I would love to hear you sing.”
The whine from Odysseus's mouth was expected, but neither Zeus or Penelope moved a muscle. They stared down at the king of Ithaca, watching him closely as his scarred body grew more flushed, until he finally snapped.
“Please...” Odysseus swallowed the whimper in his throat. “Please... I need more... I'm growing crazy, I need to cum.”
And oh, didn't her husband sing so prettily. Penelope wondered how she had never crossed her mind to take charge before, but she promised herself she would do it more often from now on. Odysseus looked so pretty as he begged, the embarrassment was the cherry on top that Penelope couldn't wait to taste.
She eyed Zeus through her long lashes. “I think Ody can have what he wants.”
“Does he?” Zeus pushed his fingers against Odysseus's prostate again, chuckling as he heard a wail. “I think he could do better.”
“You're right.” Penelope hushed him when Odysseus tried to protest. “But I can't wait anymore, can you?”
Zeus stopped moving his fingers, a grin thugging his lips up. “No, I suppose not.”
Zeus retreated his fingers and cleaned them on the sheets, he grasped his purple toga and pushed it away revealing his naked body to both Odysseus and Penelope. The married couple stared at the god with their breath caught in their throats. Zeus was even more beautiful now that he was without clothes, the skin was smooth and tanned like someone who stayed frequently under the sun, his muscles were ripped and Penelope could count the number of his abs on her fingers. But what made her cunt even wetter was his cock. Gods, it seemed, were perfect in every way. Zeus was long and thick, the tip red as an apple while his balls rested on the base heavily.
Penelope turned her face away, a dust of pink colouring her ears. Odysseus on the other hand, stared shamelessly at the god.
Zeus poured the rest of the oil on his cock, making sure to coat it entirely before he slapped Odysseus's thigh. “On your back, king of Ithaca.”
Odysseus was quick to scramble in position, he pushed himself down and parted his legs. His cock was hard and leaking between his thighs, curving against his stomach begging for attention. Zeus hummed in appreciation, one hand resting on Odysseus's thigh to stroke the skin before he turned his attention on Penelope.
“Watch how I fuck your husband, I'll give him what he has asked and more.” Zeus smirked before he placed the tip of his dick against Odysseus's hole and slowly pushed inside. Odysseus clenched his teeth, pain crossing his features as he tried to relax as much as he could. Penelope massaged his shoulders, running her fingers on his skin to distract him. Yet, she couldn't ignore how much she was fascinated by the way Zeus's dick disappeared inside Odysseus's hole.
“Fuck... so big...!” Odysseus gritted his teeth, biting his bottom lip as Zeus kept pushing inside of his body. He felt his guts getting rearranged to make room for Zeus's impressive thickness, it felt like he was getting split in two, but the burning sensation it was giving him was intoxicating.
Zeus grunted something under his breath, rolling his hips as he slowed entered Odysseus's body. He was much more gentler than Penelope expected him to, but she glad of it. She knew first-hand how painful it was being fucked in the ass, but her husband was taking it like a champ.
Once Zeus finally pushed all of his dick inside Odysseus, he stilled his lips, allowing Odysseus to get used to the sensation. Zeus looked up to meet Penelope's eyes. There was a calculating glint in his gaze, one that made her heart beat even more furiously in her chest.
Zeus wordlessly lifted his hands, taking Penelope's dress between two fingers. He pushed it down her shoulders and helped her out of it. Penelope allowed the touch, kicking her dress away as she was left naked in front of the king of the gods.
Zeus watched her in appreciation, his eyes following the lines of her body hungrily, like he wanted to burn the sight of it in his mind. Penelope felt a little shame running down her spine, standing naked in front of someone so perfect was making her uneasy, but Zeus only stared at her in lust, like she was the perfect one.
“Sit on your husband, Penelope.” Zeus said, licking his lips as he pulled her closer.
Penelope flushed red and she could feel Odysseus's eyes on her. “What?”
“Come on, sit on his face.” Zeus placed one hand on her waist. “You must be dripping by now and it's a king's duty to take care of his queen.”
Penelope tried to think at a way to refuse, but then Odysseus tapped her thigh. He was looking up at her like it was the only thing he wanted, his face pleading. “Please, Pen?”
Penelope couldn't say no to such sweet voice. Slowly, she moved forward until she was straddling Odysseus's face, her thighs at either side of his head while her cunt was dripping right on Odysseus's cheeks. Zeus helped her get comfortable, he took one of her hands and kissed it, encouraging her to sit back to enjoy the ride.
“That was unnecessary to say.” Penelope muttered, her face in flames.
“If you say so.” Zeus laughed and pushed her down on Odysseus's face. The king of Ithaca was quick to grab Penelope's thighs, his mouth immediately searching for her clit, lapping her cunt like he hadn't been drinking for ages. Penelope let out a loud moan and she would have fallen forward if it wasn't for Zeus's strong arms holding her up.
“You look like you're enjoying this.” Zeus laughed, pressing a wet kiss on Penelope's chest as she started to rock her hips up and down Odysseus's face. Zeus drank the sight for a few seconds, then he turned his attention back to his own dick. “Well, it's time for me to get my fun.”
And then he pulled back before he slapped his cock back again inside of Odysseus's body. The whine Odysseus let out was muffled by Penelope's cunt, but his beautiful wife let out a beautiful sound that pleased Zeus's ears.
“Look at you two...” Zeus muttered, thrusting his dick even deeper inside Odysseus. “So beautiful, if I had known, I would have made you return sooner... so we could have enjoyed ourselves much sooner, mh? Well, we can now make up for the time lost.”
Zeus's thrusts were brutal, he seemed like he wanted for Odysseus's guts to reshape on his dick. The obscene sounds of skin against skin resounded in the room, but it was only music in the god's ears. Penelope's moans were sweet, she gripped Zeus's arms tightly as she chased her pleasure, her face contorted in a mask of pure desire that would make even a blind man blush. Zeus rubbed her breasts, squeezing them before pinching her nipples to stimulate her more. Penelope wailed, her orgasm building in her lower abdomen, not knowing where to focus her attention.
Zeus's own thrusts were starting to get quicker, they didn't follow any tempo, they just pushed deeper and deeper. Groans were falling from his lips as Zeus closed his eyes to concentrate in achieving his orgasm. Odysseus's body was only a tool for his pleasure, one that Zeus would enjoy breaking.
Penelope was the first to come. Odysseus's lips had wrapped tightly around her clit, sucking and teasing until her hips jerked down, her orgasm shaking her body. She arched her back and threw her head back, closing her eyes as her mind turned into cotton. Zeus stroked her sides as she came out of it, while Odysseus lapped the rest of her juices.
In her overstimulation, Penelope pulled away from Odysseus. Her legs were shaking, yet she could see the blissful face of her husband under her. Odysseus's hair was a mess, juices coaxing his face as he stared up at her like she was a goddess. Oh, and didn't that turn her on again.
“Beautiful...” Zeus muttered before slamming his dick in Odysseus's body again, turning his blissful expression into one of pure desire. Odysseus threw his head back, showing his throat as Zeus took hold of his waist to push even harder in his hole.
“Look at how much you want this. Should've taken you when I first saw you.” Zeus chuckled, licking his bottom lip as Odysseus's cheeks slowly drenched in tears. “You would have loved it.”
Penelope traced her fingers on Odysseus's stomach before she wrapped her fingers around his dick, pumping it in time with Zeus's thrusts. Odysseus whined loudly, he didn't know where to look at his face was getting more and more desperate.
“Fuck... fuck...! I'm going to come... Pen...!” Odysseus sobbed, his hips moving up to search Penelope's touch. His dick twitched helplessly between her fingers, pre-come running down the tip. It was so red and pulsing that Penelope had mercy on him.
“Yes, Ody, come for me... for us.”
It was all it took for Odysseus to release his cum in Penelope's hand. He let out a long wail as the orgasm rocked his body, spurts of cum falling on his abdomen. Zeus grunted when Odysseus's clenched tightly around him and was quick to follow, releasing his own seed inside the king of Ithaca while he let out a groan between clenched teeth.
Zeus took a deep breath, then he slowly pulled back. He stared at the mess he had made between Odysseus's thighs, watching fondly his own cum falling from his hole. “You've taken me so well.” Zeus patted Odysseus's ass appreciatively.
Odysseus groaned and buried his face in Penelope's lap, his body completely exhausted as sleep was calling to him. Penelope stroked his head gently, a smile pulling her lips up. She took a glance to Zeus but he had already stood and the toga was on him again, not even a hair was out of place.
“Don't look at me like that... or I'll stay for a second round.” Zeus told her, leaning down to press his lips against hers. He pulled back and did the same to Odysseus, but the king of Ithaca was barely aware of what was happening.
“I've enjoyed myself, we should do this again sometime.” Zeus said, his hand stroking Penelope's waist. “I think we will both enjoy your husband's cries again.”
Penelope pursued her lips, but deep down she could already feel a fire raising at the thought. She cleared her throat, refusing to give Zeus the satisfaction to see her falter.
“We shall see.”
“Oh, yes, we will.” Zeus pulled back, a gleeful grin on his face. “I know you'll pray for me again. I'll be waiting.”
As he disappeared in a ray of light, Penelope cursed herself. She hated the fact that Zeus was right. She would call for him again. Now that she had seen what kind of faces Odysseus could make, she wished to see more of them.
While she laid beside her husband and took him in her arms, Penelope wondered if that made her a bad wife.