Telemachus the princess of Ithica

by CheeYori

Summary:

Penelope and Odysseus had a secret, a plan they started before he went to war. They hid the gender of their only child and proclaimed that the king had a son, but the truth was the sirens were correct, Odysseus had left a daughter behind.

Telemachus, real name kept a secret, real gender kept a secret, wanted to help however she could. Antinous was a problem, but perhaps a problem she could help solve. If he wanted to marry into the throne so badly, there was another option that would force him to their side while still leaving her mother free to wait for her fathers return.

Canon-Divergent only because Telemachus is a girl.

Notes:

Antinous learns a secret. Telemachus learns that spankings hurt, but not as badly as being punched.

Chapter 1: Got a secret

Antinous was a problem, that was a truth no matter how she looked at it. The smartest of the suitors, which was hardly a compliment, as well as the loudest and most charismatic. They all looked to him like pups looking to their owner for guidance. Whatever he did the rest felt comfortable to do themselves. Queen Penelope was walking from her stroll in the garden to her room in the palace and each step was emphasized by a suitor vying for her attention. It had to be exhausting, though she never showed it or discussed it with her child.

Telemachus watched from the rafters, chewing on an apple. It was one of the only places the suiters couldn’t find and bother her, though of course they thought she was a he. Her parents had decided that with Odysseus heading to war that they would hide the gender of their first and only child, a male name, raised as a boy, dressed as a boy. Telemachus, that wasn’t her true name, it wasn’t the name her mother said while brushing her hair, but it was the only name she could use outside of a locked room. It had been so long since she last heard her true name she couldn’t help but say it in her head, Demostrate.

“I thought the Queen had a prince not a bird for a son.” A suitor called with a chuckle. Telemachus rolled her eyes, they couldn’t get to her up in the rafters. Without saying anything she stood and climbed her way to another room before dropping to the floor. Not all the rafters were connected in a way that she could move around in them, there were times she had to touch the ground.

“Boy.” An all too familiar voice growled from down the hall. Telemachus stopped and took a deep breath before turning to face Antinous. If he wasn’t such a horrible man he would be very attractive, certainly Telemachus found his body and appearance attractive at least until he opens his mouth. She always did her best to speak as little as possible around the suiters, didn’t need them questioning why her voice sounded so high for a twenty year old man.

“Hiding in the rafters again?” One of the other suitor taunted. Telemachus found if she stayed quiet long enough the suitors would find something else to entertain themselves with.

“Why don’t you go hide in your room, where we don’t have to see you.” Antinous sneered as he grabbed her arm and pushed her to the side so that he and the other suitors could walk past. Telemachus did just that, tired of being pushed around in her own home for the day. Her room was a sanctuary, a loom for weaving, a lyre, her embroidery, and most importantly the only place where she could remove the tight fabric from her chest. With a painful grown she took her clothes and cloth binding off allowing her breasts to breathe for the first time in several hours. A knock at the door made her pause for a moment.

“It is Elpis my prince.” Her servant called from the door. One of the few servants in the entire palace, one of the few people in the whole world, that knew the prince of Ithica was actually a princess.

“Come in.” Telemachus called. Elpis walked into the room quickly shutting the door behind her.

“I saw you walk in and thought I would check in on you.” Elpis explained as she began picking up the clothes from the day into a basket.

“That bastard bruised my arm.” Telemachus answered as she held up the arm in question showing the bruises perfectly matching Antinous’s hand.

“I’m sorry my lady. He is quite a brute.” Elpis agreed as she sat down on the bed and Telemachus sat next to her so that the princess could have her hair brushed.

“He needs to be dealt with. He encourages the others suitors to behave even worse.” She complained.

“I don’t know how we could accomplish that without giving the suitors a reason they can use as a claim to the throne.” Elpis said. Telemachus spent some time in silence, lost in her own thoughts as she looked out the window to the ocean wondering where her father could be.

“Or if he was already married.” Telemachus said slowly as her mind started quickly turning with ideas.

“I don’t know who would want to marry him.” Elpis scoffed.

“Elpis, there was that servant, she got caught with her man and he had to marry her, if I’m remembering correctly.” Telemachus ventured. Elpis paused in brushing her hair.

“Yes, he was the first man to ever have her, and by law meant he had to marry her or be killed. What are you thinking girl?” Elpis asked suddenly concerned.

“I’m thinking there might be a way to cut off the vipers head. And if I’m smart about it even get some defense on our side without my mother having to declare my father dead. After all, I doubt Antinous would take kindly to other men threatening his family, or his chance at one day gaining the throne, after all even if my father returned the Queen is too old to make me any siblings, the throne will go to my husband.” Telemachus mused, saying the thoughts out loud as they came to her. Elpis grabbed her shoulders and turned her so they faced each other.

“Don’t you dare even think about what you are suggesting.” Elpis growled.

“Why not, removes him from the running for my mother’s hand. Puts him on our side to fight against the other suitors. I no longer have to hide. Of all the suitors he is the most intelligent, the strongest, and the most tenacious. His arrogance and general creepiness can be mitigated. How is he with the maids? What do they say after their time with him?” Telemachus asked completely serious. Elpis sighed before responding.

“They always have a smile on their face after. He has fetishes, not a single maid has walked away without a bruised and red ass. He enjoys it rough, and he likes rope. He doesn’t understand subtlety either, the maids say you have to be very clear and direct when you tell him no, though he has stopped when they do.” Elpis said.

“You of anyone know that those fetishes won’t deter me. If you walked in on my experimenting with myself.” Telemachus laughed.

“This is a terrible idea. I will tell your mother if you insist on going through with it.” Elpis warned. That made Telemachus stop, the last thing she wanted was for her mother to worry.

“Very well, I do not need my mothers wrath.” Telemachus conceded. Though she planned on continuing to see if she could make her plan happen.

**

Telemachus sat in her mothers garden. The Queen was on her daily walk, she took it every day, a chance to leave her room. What few guards were left that remained loyal kept the suitors from entering the garden while the Queen was there.

“My son. It’s pleasant to see you.” Penelope greeted as she sat down next to her child.

“Mother, your flowers are coming in beautifully.” Telemachus complimented.

“Thank you. How have you been faring?” The Queen asked.

“Well enough. Could we discuss me getting lessons in weapon wielding?” Telemachus asked, it was a question she asked often. Penelope sighed.

“If they see you as a threat they won’t stop until you’re out of the way.” She responded.

“Yes mother.” Telemachus replied, she used to fight and argue, but it didn’t seem worth it anymore.

“I see so much of your father in you.” Penelope smiled as she placed a hand on Telemachus’ face.

“The suitors say they see you.” She laughed in response.

“They would.” Penelope said. After a moment the Queen stood and continued with her walk. After a moment Telemachus looked up and saw Antinous leering from the palace. And with that Telemachus no longer felt safe in the garden. Making her way back to the palace Telemachus found herself blocked by Antinous taking up the entire doorway into the palace.

“Enjoying the garden?” Antinous asked as he leaned against the side of the doorway. His earrings caught the midday light, his wild brown hair shining with the sunlight.

“I’m surprised you could see anything with that eye of yours.” Telemachus insulted as she starred into his scarred eye, she didn’t know for sure if he was blind in it, but she suspected he was.

“Little brat.” He growled, his lips sneering. He grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground. “Fight back for once won’t you? Make the game more interesting.” He said as he placed a foot on her torso and pressed down. Telemachus let out a pained grunt as she winced and sneered up at the large man.

“Antinous!” Penelope called from where she stood in the garden. Looking up the suitor quickly removed his foot from atop his prey.

“Just helping the prince up, it seems he slipped.” Antinous laughed as he pulled Telemachus up to her feet. Penelope looked to her child for confirmation and Telemachus simply shrugged. Now was not the time to be disagreeing with the man still gripping her arm.

“Very well.” Penelope said before turning and entering the palace through a different door.

“Fucking princeling. Just stay out of the way.” Antinous threatened as he pushed Telemachus away from him. He turned to leave and Telemachus had a sudden thought.

“You want a fight Antinous? Very well, you and me tomorrow, here in the garden, before my mother takes her walk.” Telemachus challenged feeling all her courage leave her as the words left her mouth. What had she agreed to.

“So your mother can find your corpse when I’m done with you? Very well little wolf, you and me tomorrow. Enjoy your last night alive.” Antinous said with a wave and a laugh as he finally walked away.

“Fuck.” Telemachus muttered to herself. This was a bad idea.

**

Telemachus tapped her foot as she starred at the cloth bindings on her bed. Did she wear them to start? Or arrive without it on? The decision didn’t actually matter, but anything to keep her mind off the fact Antinous might just fight and kill her anyway. Or worse, he might not take the bait, and she would reveal herself for no reason. The sun was starting to rise, Penelope took her walk after breakfast, this had to be timed perfectly.

Making a decision she began to bind her chest with the cloth, her breasts going as flat as they could while she shaped them to make them look like pecks as best as possible. She truly wondered how none of the suitors had questioned her looks more than they did. They teased her for being a scrawny man, small, petite, but not one caught on that her pecks was surprisingly large especially for a more feminine man. Her chiton easily covered any signs of the cloth binding. She put a small dagger into her belt, its purpose was to cut off the binding, but it could also be used as a last minute defense against the large man. She placed her hair in the normal style she kept it in, a masculine style that she planned on letting down when she revealed herself.

Walking towards the garden felt like walking towards a death sentence. She could barely get herself to take each step. The palace was awake as servants made breakfast and suitors made a mess eating it. Finally she found herself at a doorway to the garden. With a deep breath she walked out into it. It was only a short walk before she found Antinous boredly carving his name into a tree.

“I didn’t think you would show little wolf.” Antinous chuckled as he turned to face the prince.

“I’m the one who challenged you. I’m not a coward.” Telemachus said as she glared at him. This was a terrible decision.

“Shall we get to it then? Don’t want to be in the middle of slaughtering you when your mother comes by.” He chuckled with an evil grin.

“It’s my understanding that such challenges are handled naked. Or do you need the protection of your clothes?” She taunted as she reached for the pins at her shoulders holding her chiton up.

“Didn’t think you would want her mom to find you naked in a pool of your own blood. But very well.” Antinous answered as he shrugged off his himation and then his chiton. Telemachus took in his naked body, he had several scars, and far too many muscles for a man that was eating her out of house and home. More importantly for her plan he had a large cock that was partially erect, it seemed fights turned him on.

Bracing herself for what she was about to do she undid the pins of her chiton and let it fall to her feet. Antinous’ cocky smile quickly faded as he took in the binding cloth and the rather obvious lack of penis. Using the dagger she cut through the binding cloth and let it fall off her allowing her breasts to be fully free. Antinous’ eyes were wide and he kept looking her up and down in complete confusion. What Telemachus, didn’t expect was for the man to break out into uncontrollable laughter.

“To think all this time little wolf, you were hiding this, no wonder you look so much like the queen, hades no wonder you’re so small.” He wheezed out between laughs as tears formed in his eyes. Telemachus glared at him impatiently, she suddenly felt very exposed and reached for her chiton to put it back on.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Antinous said as he quickly covered the space between them and pulled the chiton from her. He continued to take in her body with a wicked smile and low chuckle.

“Have you never seen a naked woman before?” Telemachus asked with annoyance at his leering.

“Never seen a naked royal woman. Never seen a naked princess. I rather like it.” He purred as he gripped her chin in his hand making her look him in the eyes.

“I thought we were going to fight.” She taunted pushing against him. She had never tried against the suitors before, always figured if she actually put effort into it she could at least hold her own. But Antinous didn’t budge no matter how much she pushed against his, very muscular, chest. The man simply let out a laugh at her.

“If you want a fight princess, I can give you one.” He said as grab both her wrists in her free hand. She looked down in anger and shock at how small she was in his hand. He pulled her with him as he walked over to the bench where she had been sitting yesterday. She did try to resist him, tried to stop him from dragging her. She really underestimated how strong he was. He sat down and threw her over his lap as easily as he would a child.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She shouted enraged as she kicked her legs trying to dislodge herself from his lap. He used one hand to pin her down and the other brought a loud and sharp swat to her upturned ass.

“Such unbecoming words for a princess. Let’s see, using naughty words, lying about your gender, being an overall brat. Have you ever been punished in your life? I imagine that must be the downside of having a father disappear into the ocean, a doubt your mother ever had the heart to do this, I suppose I’ll have to punish you in your fathers place.” He said delivering a swat every couple words. Each spank was followed by a rather indignant yelp as Telemachus squirmed in the mans lap.

“Ow, don’t you dare bring up my father, ow fuck.” She growled between swats. Her ass stung where he had spanked her, each new swat adding to the pain. The worst part was she could feel his member growing and poking at her stomach. He had four spots on her ass he seemed to be aiming for, the two globes of her ass and the crease where her ass met her thighs.

“Brat, talking back while getting punished. Your ass looks cute red.” He teased as he increased his speed barely giving her a chance to breathe between swats. Tears started to form in the corner of her eye, her whole ass burned and stung and no amount of kicking or squirming was making Antinous stop. The sound of the spanking practically echoed in the empty garden, Telemachus realized that at least several of the servants were able to hear her getting her ass beat. With a blush at the humiliating thought of someone seeing her in this position she hung her head down and just waited for Antinous to have his fill.

When he finally stopped spanking her he rubbed her deep red ass admiring his work. Telemachus looked around hoping no one was looking out into the garden at the moment. Her plan was working, or so she hoped, just needed to get him to take it a little farther. Swallowing back her humiliation she spread her legs. Antinous paused his squeezing and stroking of her ass and gazed down between her legs at her damp cunt.

“Is the princess a little slut? Getting wet from being punished.” He chuckled as he swiped a finger through her folds collecting the dampness on his finger and gazing at it. She let out a gasp at the feeling, she had never had another person touch her there before. Grabbing her hair he forced her to turn her head and look up at him. While starring into her eyes he slowly licked her juices from his finger.

“Really?” She said with slight disgust. He laughed at her reaction.

“You don’t know anything about this do you princess? Tasting each other is a very normal part of sex, and you taste divine.” He purred before letting go of her hair. He unceremoniously pushed her off his lap, she landed on the ground with a loud thud.

“What the fuck?” She asked insulted at the treatment as she rubbed her now bruised knees. Antinous crouched down next to her, his legs wide to accommodate his fully erect penis.

“I’m not stupid little wolf, there’s only one reason a virgin is so willing. You’re trying to get me in trouble, I’m not quite sure what the end game is, but I’m sure it involves taking me out of the running for the throne.” He told her with a sly smile. Without thinking she reached for the dagger that she had dropped.

“You can’t leave knowing what you do.” She told him suddenly terrified he would tell the other her secret. He rolled his eyes at her.

“Don’t worry young prince. I’m keeping this secret for myself, as well as the secret of how delicious you taste.” He whispered the last part and she snarled at him. With a quick movement he grabbed her wrist and squeezed until she was forced to drop the dagger.

“What now?” She questioned angrily. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Now I apologize, because I need to make my story believable.” He told her with a small look of concern. She glared at him quizzically.

He let go of her wrist and the next thing she knew her ears were ringing, head whipping to the side, and her vision was blurred. She let out a yell that turned into a whimper of pain as she clutched at the face where it was blooming in pain much worse than the pain in her ass. She had never been punched before, it was not enjoyable. With a groan she lowered her head to the ground and tried to breathe through the pain. She was vaguely aware of her chiton being placed on her body. A hand reached out squeezing her shoulder and stabilizing her.

“Easy little wolf. The first punch hurts the worst.” Antinous chuckled doing a terrible job of comforting the not prince.

“I think I hate you more now.” She groaned out when she finally found her voice again.

“Whatever you say little prince. Get dressed and get back to your room before your mother shows up.” Antinous said dismissively as he dressed himself and walked away. After a moment Telemachus dressed herself, gathered the shreds of her binding cloth, and slinked to her room ensuring no one saw her on the way.

Chapter 2: don't eat pomegranate

Summary:

If you live in Ancient Greek and are part of Ancient Greek mythology you should just never eat pomegranate.

Antinous sat starring into his mug as the other suitors, his rivals, made a ruckus during their meal. His mind couldn’t stop thinking about the prince, well princess. Twenty years and no one ever put together that the prince was a girl, well a woman based on what he saw of her. Suddenly everything made so much more sense, he replayed every interaction he had with her, every time he glanced in her direction. It was obvious, the lot of them were so focused on the Queen and the crown they didn’t notice the most obvious deception in all of Ithica.

“You’re quiet today. I thought you would be boasting after giving that welp a black eye.” Eurymachus said as he wrapped an arm around Antinous’ shoulders. Antinous took only a second to come up with an excuse.

“Just trying to decide which of the maids I’ll distract myself with later.” He answered with a forced smile. Truth be told he could use another release, his mind kept replaying the cute red ass of the princess over his lap, the taste of her on his finger. He had jerked himself off after letting her go, and now he needed to again with how detailed his memory was of the event.

“I’d recommend the kitchen maid that brings the Queen her food, large breasts on that one.” Eurymachus offered. Telemachus had nice breasts, he wondered how in hades she bound those so tight they could pass for pecks. He needed to clear his head.
“I think I’ll go find her.” He lied as he began to wander the palace. What was her end game, likely to have someone walk in on him assaulting her so that the hospitality protection they all relied on would no longer be applicable. But that would only apply to him, was he that big of a threat that she would risk her virtue, her secret, just to be rid of him and not all the suitors. Could she just like him, that didn’t seem correct. The sound of giggling broke him from his thoughts.

He looked up to see a small group of the Queens maids standing outside of Telemachus’ door, two guards kept anyone from entering. The giggling continued and he walked towards them quizzically. Before he could even ask he heard the distinct sound of a switch coming down on flesh. It seemed the Queen could bring herself to punish her only child.

“What seems to be going on here?” He asked of one of the maids that was friendly with the suitors.

“It seems the prince got in quite a bit of trouble for fighting with you. I don’t think the Queen has ever punished him before. I wish we could see how his face looked during it.” She giggled and the other maids agreed. Antinous’ mind went to how Telemachus’ face looked while he spanked her, he imagined it on her now as the switch came down. Then he thought about how he had just spanked her yesterday and there was no question he left bruises, that was likely adding quite a lot of pain to the switching she was receiving.

**

Telemachus tried to ignore the dampness between her legs, but it was no use. She had touched herself after her run in with Antinous the day before, and now she found herself leaning against the wall touching herself again. Using her free hand she reached behind her and squeezed her battered ass which made her cum around her own fingers. Antinous’ finger had been so large compared to her own, it didn’t feel anything close to how she imagined him doing it would feel. Pulling her fingers out she looked at her own fluids glistening on her fingers. Curiously she brought her fingers to her lips and took a taste. Antinous was a liar, it did not taste divine. With her lips still curled back from the musty flavor she went to her wash basin and cleaned herself up.

She wondered what was wrong with her that being manhandled and punished turned her on so much, but she saw no reason not to take advantage of all the images and feelings Antinous had given her. Lifting her chiton up she looked at her ass in the mirror, several bruises decorated it but the most notable was the one on her left cheek that was perfectly shaped as Antinous’ hand. His whole hand branded on her, it was embarrassing but made her feel tingly at the same time. The bruise on her face was a different story. She turned looking at it in the mirror, part of her face was still swollen and the bruise was extremely painful.

With an annoyed huff she laid on her stomach on her bed, it still hurt to sit and she could read in this position just as well as any other. The chiton she was wearing today was a little longer to ensure that her bruised ass couldn’t be seen should a stiff breeze come by. Though she had no intention of leaving her room for at least another day. A knock on her door was followed by the door being opened before she could respond, it seemed the world was coming to her. She turned to see her mother hastily closing and locking the door behind her, the servants had been commanded to stay outside.

“Mother, this is a lovely surprise.” Telemachus greeted as she began to move to get off the bed, the object in the Queens hand stopped her in his tracks. A thin yet stiff branch that had been smoothed of any knots was grasped tightly in her hand.
“Bend over the bed child.” The Queen said in a tone that sent a chill down Telemachus’ spine. Penelope’s face was a stern mask, and Telemachus was not going to argue. She bent over her bed subtly position the chiton so it still fully covered her bruised ass. Without saying anything else Penelope walked up to the bed, grabbed a pillow and handed it to her daughter.

“I don’t understand.” Telemachus questioned as she took the pillow.

“Cover your face, I doubt you’ll be able to keep yourself from reacting during this, and there will be no denying the sound of a woman getting punished versus a man.” The Queen explained. With a gulp Telemachus did as she was told, pulling the pillow towards her, covering her mouth with a hand and burying her mouth into the pillow, positioning herself in such a way that she could still breathe but her voice would be as muted as possible.

The Queen placed a gentle hand on her daughter’s bruised face, lightly stroking it. She then contained herself and got into position next to her daughter, placing a hand on the young woman’s back to hold her in place. A deep and wild anxiety built in Telemachus, she had never been punished by her mother before, and Penelope was a Spartan, they did not do anything gently. Worse yet she wasn’t sure if she was being punished for the fight or for revealing her secret, how much did the Queen know?

“I told you to stay out of the way of the suitors. I commanded that you did not make yourself a threat to them. And behind my back you went and started a fight with the most dangerous one of them all. I hope this will be enough of a reminder for you of the consequences of disobeying me.” Penelope said in a stern yet quiet voice.

The switch came down and it sounded like a whip cutting through the air, it bit into Telemachus’ ass like a hundred bee stings and she was grateful for the pillow because she could not hold back the squeal that escaped her as she kicked the floor in response to the pain. The next blow came and Telemachus bounced on her toes and held the pillow tighter as she screamed into it. This hurt worse than anything Antinous had done to her the previous day. The next blow landed where Antinous’ handprint bruise started and Telemachus began to cry into the pillow. The next three landed along the span of that particular bruise and it took all of her will power to stop herself from collapsing to the ground. Another strike with the switch and her mother had reached the bottom of her ass where quite a lot of bruising was gathered. The only comfort she had was that her mother had left her clothing in place.

Penelope paused for a moment, and then the sound of the switch cutting through the air and Telemachus tried to brace for it impact, but instead of her ass the switch landed on her thighs. In quick succession the Queen landed two more stripes onto her daughters thighs causing welts to form almost instantly. Telemachus openly cried into her hand and the pillow, servants be damned if they could hear her. Penelope placed the switch on the bed in front of Telemachus and she cursed the thing, she wanted to throw the wretched thing so far into the ocean her father found and used it on her mother when he returned. Penelope sat on the bed next to her child and stroked her back to comfort her.

“You’ve always been such an obedient child, I’ve never had to punish you before.” Penelope remarked as she gently messaged Telemachus’ shoulders and back.

“I did not enjoy it.” Telemachus pouted through the pillow as she started to get control of her breathing again. That earned an amused chuckle from Penelope.

“I did not enjoy it when my father gave me the same punishment either. Though he would make me count as well.” She said in solidarity.

“Ten.” Telemachus said after only a moment. Penelope let out a small laugh but continued in her soothing. Telemachus did not want to move, her ass and legs hurt and she had grown comfortable with her face hidden in the pillow so that the world was blocked out. It took a while before she composed herself enough to stand up from the bed and wash her face. Her mother stayed for several hours spending time with her child.

**

One week. One full week of the prince locked in her room. One week since he saw that delicious ass and cunt, one week of none of the maid’s breasts being quite the same. One week of pretending it was her he was fucking, one week of wondering how in hades he hadn’t figured out the truth beforehand.

He saw her everywhere, she had Penelope’s face and body, and if the statues and paintings were to be believed she had Odysseus’ eyes and expressions. Every time Penelope walked past he saw her daughter in her face. When he walked down the hall he saw her in the statues of Odysseus. And worst of all was the giant couple portrait that hung over the dining hall so that he could not eat without seeing her features.

If the Queen would just chose him then he could have both of them to himself. A throne, a Queen, and a very vexing princess. Annoying and in the way as a prince, annoying and vexing as a princess.

He had never fantasized about Penelope when he fucked the maids, but after seeing the princess, it was her that entered his mind whenever he climaxed. It was such a shock, such an event that he hadn’t expected. That was the only reason, he kept thinking of her, because he hadn’t been prepared for the information.

“Look who finally made an appearance.” A suitor called out and Antinous snapped his head up to see the prince walking into the dining hall. Her face was mostly healed, only a vague yellow remained of the black eye he’d given her. More interesting was the light brown yellow striped bruises on her thighs, the Queen was not gentle in her punishment.

“Mommy finally let you out of your room little wolf?” Antinous called with a shit eating grin. Telemachus did not even flinch as she walked past the suitors to the kitchens. Telemachus disappeared into the kitchens and about ten minutes later reappeared with a plate of food for herself walking back through the dining room. Antinous stood and followed behind her until they were in an empty hallway.

“Is this when you planned on doing something? Now that we’re alone.” Telemachus questioned without even turning to look at Antinous.

“You would like that wouldn’t you, slut.” He taunted in a deep tone. She stopped at that, turning to glare at him. She snarled at him before turning and continuing to walk. He wasted no time catching up to her and grabbing her arm forcing her to stop.
“If you make me drop my food I’ll be very cross.” She growled at him. He didn’t even have to think about his next action as he hit the plate from her hand sending it clattering to the floor and the food flying.

“You should be thanking me little wolf. I’ve had to keep your secret for a whole week.” Antinous said as he reached a hand out running it over her chest, he had to admit she did an excellent job of binding everything. She tried to flinch away from him but he held her firmly in place.

“You want a reward or something?” She sneered as she wrenched her arm from his grip.

“I think I deserve one. After all, how long do you think you would stay safe? There’s a hundred suitors here, all of whom are after exactly one woman. Knowing there was a second royal woman would drive them into a frenzy. You would be overrun before you could get to your room for safety.” As he spoke Telemachus felt a chill run down her spine at his words, in all her time living with the unwelcome guests this was the first time she had been so openly threatened. Her mouth went dry as she tried to think of something witty to stay back.

“I’m not the one who has the authority to hand out laurels.” She finally settled on. She looked to the ground searching for something, her pomegranate. Leaning down she picked it up and tried to walk away.

“It’s not a laurel I’m after, in fact what I want is something you can give.” He said with wide smile as he ripped the pomegranate from her hand and bit into it. Telemachus’ face flinched as she held back a smile, a deep breath and a forced face of anger saved her from Antinous noticing.

“I have no intention of doing anything you want.” She said as she crossed her arms over her body.

“Why not little wolf, you were so willing last week. Besides I don’t ask for things I deserve, I get what I deserve.” He growled as the juices from the pomegranate dripped down his chin. He grabbed her arm gripping her tightly, glancing around he saw the entrance to one of the bath houses in the palace. Taking one last bite from the fruit he threw it to the ground and dragged her into the bath house. The doors to the bath houses typically didn’t lock but it was dinner and all the other suitors would be busy for the night. Telemachus pulled and fought against him, it was cute how weak she was compared to him.

“Let me go Antinous.” She growled. He just smiled as he kicked the back of her knees causing to kneel in front of a bench that he then bent her over. While one hand kept her pinned there he used his other hand to pull the leather cord that kept his hair up and proceeded to use it to bind her wrists together under the bench.

“Relax princess. I’m just going to have a little fun, promise it’ll feel good.” He laughed as he undid her belt and pulled her chiton up to her midback. Small yellow bruises still remained on her ass but other wise she was fully healed. A strong spank against her ass earned him a yelp and growl.

“What the fuck are you insinuating?” She demanded.

“I’m not stupid enough to fuck you. But that doesn’t mean I can’t play with your body.” He purred as he forced a thick finger into her pussy. She gasped at the intrusion and squirmed from the sensation as he slowly pumped his finger inside her. It felt better than when she did it herself. Her cunt already becoming wet from the feeling. On a particularly deep thrust of his finger she let out a whimpered moan. He smiled as he observed and heard her reactions. The sound of the squelching coming from her pussy was enough to get him hard, but the sight of her open mouthed panting and eyes rolling back nearly brought him to climax.

With his free hand he began slowly touching himself, thumb going of his tip and long slow strokes to match in time with his fingers thrusting into her. He added another finger and chuckled when she whined and squirmed at the intrusion. Her panting and moans were coming faster and he pumped his fingers inside her with more speed and force. When she came her inner walls squeezed so hard they nearly pushed his fingers out.

“Oh little wolf, how I wish I could put my cock inside you. You feel divine.” He said huskily as he pulled his fingers from her, giving her a quick slap on the ass. Using her juices that were on his hand he began using both hands to pump his cock, starring at her body as he climaxed spilling his seed on the floor between her legs.

He kneeled next to her panting in the aftermath of his climax, absentmindedly he untied her from the bench. His blood was still pumping, practically roaring in his ears. To his shock his cock was still hard, it was actually harder and painfully so, he needed release and he needed it now. Even his balls ached with how full they were. His vision blurred slightly and his brain felt like it was in a fog.

“Everything alright?” She asked in a taunting tone. He looked up at her for a long moment as his mind worked through what was going on. Finally he mentally started to question what she had done to him. She unpinned her chiton letting it fall from her body before leaning forward and clumsily licking the pomegranate juice from his chin. The only thought he could have was how much his balls and cock ached.

She quickly unwrapped the binding cloth letting her breasts free. He pushed forward latching his mouth around one of her nipples, she gasped at the sudden motion and moaned as he sucked. Not so gently he pulled her from the bench laying her down underneath him having never removed his mouth from her breast. His body was hot and he desperately needed relief. Instinctually his body started to thrust between her legs his cocked just missing her entrance twice before hitting its mark. He thrust inside her fully in one quick motion.

“Fuck.” She yelled out as she gripped his shoulders her nails digging in. Spots filled her vision for a second at the sudden intrusion. Antinous was not a small man, and her poor pussy had never had anything inside it besides her own fingers. It ached and hurt at first, but after a few thrusts her body started to adjust to his size and the pleasure started to bloom. The small amount of aphrodisiac that she had gotten from the juice from his chin was starting to kick in making her pussy juices flow freely and her own pleasure heighten.

Antinous’ mouth began kissing up her body stopping to suck on her neck a few times before reaching her mouth and without preamble shoved his tongue into her mouth. He was relentless as he pounded into her, his cock hitting all the right spots inside her. Her inner walls clenched as she shouted in pleasure as she climaxed around his cock. In the back of her mind she was vaguely aware that the door had opened, but the aphrodisiac made it hard to concentrate.

Antinous pulled away from her mouth and was panting desperately into her neck as his hips thrusted as fast as he could make them. With a loud and pleasured cry he came deep inside her. His body practically collapsed on top of her afterwards as his rapid breathing began to slow down. After a moment he swallowed a few times before pulling out of her.

“Fucking bitch.” He groaned as he started to come into his own mind again. She had drugged the pomegranate.

“What is the meaning of this!” Shouted a voice from the doorway. Antinous’ body ran cold as he recognized the voice of the Queen. He looked down to see a triumphant smile on the princess. He had lost.

Chapter 3: Death or Marriage

Summary:

"I am at a loss for words." "Despite being at a loss for words she yelled at me for 45 minutes."

Notes:

It should be noted that I have written each chapter in one sitting between the hours of 8PM and 1AM after work and have been posting them as soon as they are done. I don't know why this fic is gripping my mind so strongly but I'm enjoying how much writing I'm getting done.

Telemachus had not had a man in her room ever before, so far it was not a fun event. Penelope had been yelling for at least an hour and Telemachus was trying her best to hide the tears silently rolling down her cheeks. She had gone her whole life with her mother never so much as raising her voice, and now in a week she had been switched and yelled at.

Antinous was rubbing his forehead trying to ease the headache. Whatever aphrodisiac the princess had used had taken quite the toll on his head. Or perhaps it was the Queens yelling, it was a frightening thing to hear, even worse to be on the receiving end of it. He appreciated the chairs that had been placed in the middle of the room for him and the princess to sit on while they were being scolded. Penelope stepped forward grabbing her daughter by the chin.

“Did everything I say to you just leave your brain? I told you to avoid the suitors, to stay out of sight. What do you call being alone with one of them in an empty hallway. I know for a fact you could have been in the rafters instead. Why were you even getting your food instead of your maid?” Penelope demanded.

“Elpis had her day of rest today. I can’t climb the rafters while holding a plate of food.” Telemachus explained with a small voice not wanting to face her mothers wrath. Penelope let go of her daughter before turning her ire to the man in the room.

“And you, what excuse do you have?” She growled at him. Antinous tried to look her in the eyes, but the rage he saw there caused him to look at the wall just behind her.

“She drugged me, in the pomegranate.” He said almost dismissively.

“I did not! If the fruit was poisoned then why did I have a bite of it as well? You can see the juice stain on my lips.” Telemachus exclaimed in outrage. Antinous looked at her with wide eyes suddenly remembering her licking the juices off from him, and true enough there was evidence of the fruit on her lips.

“But… she… she didn’t leave. The door wasn’t locked.” Antinous was grasping at straws.

“I could not, look you can see my wrists, he had me bound.” She lifted her arms to show the bruises on her wrists and further up her arm where he had grabbed her. He realized she must have been pulling on the binding making it bruise her wrists while he was having fun with her. Penelope stood up even straighter and glared at him from over her nose.

“Child, when did you have your last moon cycle?” Penelope asked with irritation at the whole circumstance.

“Two weeks ago, mother.” Telemachus answered. Penelope took a deep breath before rubbing her forehead. Telemachus shifted in her seat and gasped when she felt something wet slip out of her.

“What is it?” Penelope asked. Telemachus felt the blush on her cheeks as she squeezed her legs together.

“I, um, mother, does it come back out after?” Telemachus asked with all sincerity in a quiet voice truly hoping no one else heard her. Penelope gave a small nod as she reached a hand out and placed it on her daughters shoulder before turning back to Antinous.

“By law, I am allowed to have you killed. My daughter is a princess, having a man take advantage of her once won’t prevent her from finding a husband in the future. However, I will not allow her to have a child without a husband. You will be imprisoned for two weeks. If she bleeds, you will be tied to the heaviest object I can find, taken on a boat out into the ocean, and thrown overboard. If she does not bleed, you will have a choice, face Poseidon and I strangle the child as it comes out, or marry her and be grateful for how valuable of a wife you have gained.” Penelope declared and Antinous’ face drained of color as he realized the depth of the trouble he was in.

“My Queen, I beg of you…” He started to say but Penelope interrupted him.

“I imagine you will be doing a lot of begging, you can save it until later. As for you child, you will send the next two weeks locked in this room. The servants will be removing your loom, your embroidery, and musical instrument they can find, and every last scroll. You will spend the next two weeks in utter boredom.” Penelope said before snapping her fingers signaling the guards to grab Antinous and lead him away. Servants began moving about the room removing the items Penelope had listed.

“I can’t last two weeks with nothing to do.” Telemachus argued.

“If you leave this room I will come in here every two days and switch you until the two weeks are up. You will listen to my orders, you will obey me. This is a very dangerous situation you have found yourself in and if I have to hurt you myself to keep something even worse from happening to you I will.” Penelope growled before turning and walking from the room. Telemachus let out a yell before throwing a pillow across the room nearly hitting a servant with it in the process.

She spent some time pacing her room, and then laying in her bed, and then starring at the ocean from her window. Dinner arrived and she slipped a few gold coins and a sneaky wink with the maid who had been so gracious to make sure her mother arrived in the bath house in time to catch Antinous in the act. After her dinner she wiped herself down at her water basin.

The sun was finally going down and as she lay in bed she couldn’t help but reach down to touch herself. Her minds eye playing the memory of Antinous over powering her, the sharp sting of him slapping her ass, and even better the feeling of his cock deep inside her. She rubbed at her clit as she replayed the memories over and over, but it was nothing like the real thing. The maids had all said he was the best in areas of sex out of all the suitors, even if she did marry someone on day would it compare to the brute of a man that Antinous was.

Her fingers weren’t enough and she couldn’t bring herself to climax. She had succeeded, Antinous was out of the picture. He was no longer in anyway eligible for the throne, he would very likely bed dead soon. Without him the other suitors wouldn’t be as much trouble. And yet she found herself rather hoping that she could have him again.

She went back to pacing her room. The only way to save him from death at this point was if she was pregnant and he chose to marry her instead of choosing death. There were many good reasons to choose the marriage, eventually he would be king. Not to mention having him to stand up to the other suitors. Her mind was racing with thoughts on how she might ensure she was pregnant when her door suddenly opened.

“My prince! What happened? I just arrived back at the palace and the rumors are flying.” Elpis asked as she rushed into the room.

“I don’t think you need to keep calling me prince. It seems the secret is out.” Telemachus told her as the maid hugged the princess.

“I can’t believe what that brute did to you. My poor princess, do you need to talk about it? Has your mother sent a healer yet?” Elpis asked with concern.

“I don’t need a healer. Mother said if I’m pregnant that Antinous will have to marry me.” She explained.

“Oh don’t you worry child, despite what many may say, it usually take more than once for a child to be made. We’ll find you a good prince to marry.” Elpis reassured her and Telemachus held back a groan. She didn’t want some polite prince, she had gotten a taste of rough sex, and she wanted more. Moreso she wanted the scarred brute that challenged her to think through ways to outsmart him.

**

Antinous had spent three days alone in the cells beneath the palace. Some of the suitors had come by to laugh at him. The maids simply handed him his food and walked away no longer flirting and showing off for him. The guards walked past several times a day but did not interact with him. No one thought to offer him any clothes so he sat in the cell naked, at least the maids had been kind enough to bring him a fresh water basin and sponge when they brought him food.

The whole thing was deeply unfair, not only had he been drugged and set up, but because of the aphrodisiac he couldn’t quite remember the events. He got to take the virginity of a princess, was being punished for it, but couldn’t even remember it well enough to jerk off to it while he waited for his death sentence. There was no way she got pregnant after just one time, and even if she had would marrying her truly be better than death.

He hated that woman, hated her when he thought she was the annoying prince. And now he hated her for how she had outsmarted him. Though she looked amazing naked, and amazing with a fully spanked ass, and the naughty mouth was very entertaining. He was stroking his cock again trying his best to remember what happened while he was drugged.

“I see you’re having a pleasant time.” A voice said from outside the door of the cell and he nearly jumped out of his skin from startling at the sudden voice. Turning he saw the princess standing there looking him up and date and smiling to herself.

“By the gods! What are you doing down here little wolf?” He hissed at her.

“I want you to spank me again.” She said with full seriousness while looking him in the eyes. He starred at her for a moment with his mouth agape.

“You’re insane.” He finally said.

“Most likely. Will you do it?” She asked showing no emotion.

“Why?”

“I enjoyed it. It hurt of course, but it also felt good, especially when I touched myself after.” She explained. He let out a small laugh before leaning on the bars.

“I meant why should I do anything for you?”

“Your death isn’t sealed. You come from an affluent family within Ithica, and you’ve fought in skirmishes defending the realm. I’ll talk with my mother, convince her to exile you instead of kill you. And, I know you enjoyed it as well.” She offered.

“I could just kill you.” He countered.

“Except if you do there will be no chance of you getting to live. And you might be killing your child.” She argued.

“You aren’t pregnant, that’s why I know I will be executed. Though, you make good points, the Queen is wise, exile would make more sense for me.” He said as he thought through the offer. It would be nice to have the actual object of his cocks longing here with him to help him relieve himself.

“The guards won’t make another pass for some time.” She informed him hoping to sweeten the deal.

“I’m not fucking you.” He told her.

“Of course not.” She agreed as she walked up and unlocked the door with the keys she had grabbed when she came down to the dungeons. Antinous had half a thought to run out, but he knew at least two guards would be posted at the doorway out of the dungeon at all times.

“How did you get out of your room little wolf?”

“The guards are shockingly easy to bribe, it’s almost as though someone has spent years convincing them to be exceedingly disloyal.” She said pointedly as the clipped the keys to her belt.

“Shut up.” He growled as he grabbed the her hair and pulled her towards him for a rough kiss. Repositioning his hand to be gripping her hair as close to the scalp as possible he pulled her away from himself and turned her before shoving her up against the damp wall. He held her there and used his other hand to pull her chiton up and tuck it into her belt so it stayed up.

He roughly squeezed her ass a few times before delivering his first spank against her bare ass. She gasped at the feeling and clenched her cheeks for a moment before relaxing them again. Three more swats and her whimpers inspired him to swat her harder. She grunted and whimpered with each swat and he had lost count, just paid attention to her ass slowly turning pink.

“You have an ass made for spanking. Shame this will likely be the last time I get to see it thoroughly punished.” He said with a wicked grin as he stopped for a moment to squeeze the reddest part earning a gasp from her.

“Fuck, how can something that hurts feel so good.” She said mostly to herself but he let out a laugh all the same.

“You’re just a little masochist slut aren’t you?” He teased as he went back to spanking her. She was starting to bounce on her toes and letting out a hiss as the pain from the spanks was stacking.

He kept going until her whole ass was a deep red and her foot kept lifting after each swat as she tried to ease the pain, he looked into her eyes seeing the tears starting to form on her flush face. He growled as he rubbed his hand over her perfect and well punished ass. He loved the sight and tried to commit it to memory as best as possible. He wanted more for his memory though, something to jerk off to before he’s executed or exiled. Using the grip he still had in her hair he pulled her a few steps away from the wall.

“Bend over and touch the wall, then spread your legs as far as you can.” He ordered. She had a satisfied smile as she obeyed bending nearly in half as she reached out and placed her hands on the wall. Her legs were spread far apart and Antinous leered at her from behind.

Her cunt was perfect on display for him, framed by her delicious red ass. He chuckled as he saw it was already wet, she did enjoy being spanked. Reaching forward he gentle massaged her slit letting his fingers glide over her clit and pussy. A small moan left her as she pushed herself back towards him. Removing his hand from her he lightly swatted at her cunt.

“Oh fuck, that feels amazing.” She panted as he quickly applied light swats to the area. His hand was becoming sticky with her juices.

“Don’t move.” He commanded as stroked her whole slit with all of his hand collecting as much of her dampness as he could before starting to stroke himself. He looked over her ass and cunt memorizing the view as he edged closer and closer to his climax. Reaching out he squeezed one of her ass cheeks as he climaxed. His seed landed on her red ass covering a fair bit of it, he had been pent up the last couple days. He stepped back away from her taking in the view.

“What about me?” She pouted having expected him to pleasure her as well.

“You asked for a spanking that’s what you got.” He laughed. With a pout she stood up and glared at him as she stormed out of the cell closing the door behind her and locking it with the key still attached to her belt.

Her expression changed as she took to steps back from the cell. Antinous watched her curious as to what she was going to do next. A wicked smile spread across her face as she looked him dead in the eyes. Reaching behind her she wiped her hand over her ass collecting as much of his seed as she could. Holding out her hand she made sure Antinous could see that his cum was on her hand and fingers. Slowly she moved her hand down and between her legs. His eyes widen in shock and horror as he realized what she was going to do. Shoving his arm through the bars he reached as far as he could to try and stop her.

“Don’t you fucking dare, you really are insane.” He yelled at her. She simply laughed as she shoved her cum covered fingers up her own cunt.

“The thing is Antinous. I rather enjoy the time I spend with you. I enjoy when you dominate me, enjoyed you fucking me, enjoy how you look, and enjoy the mental game of outsmarting you. It would be a shame to lose such an enjoyable man when I could have him for myself.” She explained as she pulled her fingers out, curled them over her palm to collect any cum still there and inserted them back inside herself. Antinous could do nothing but watch with his mouth agape as he was helpless to stop him. And if he tried to tell anyone what she had done they would not believe him. He had lost to her again.

Chapter 4: Spartan Marriage

Two weeks passed. Antinous spent most of that time with no one to talk to and little to do in his cell. Only once did a maid offer to pleasure him through the bars, only to pull his cock from her mouth at the last moment and aim his ejaculation onto her chest before quickly running off. It only took him a couple hours to realize she must have brought his cum to the princess. Since then the other suitors would stop and talk with him every couple days, but otherwise it was a boring existence.

He was not allowed to have any kind of sharp object, including a razor, and as such his beard was growing quite long much to his dismay. The washing basins that the maids brought could not get him anywhere near as clean as he would like. From what he had been told by the suitors it seemed that the Queen had declared that the reason for Antinous’ imprisonment was for assaulting the prince, who was actually a princess, it seemed the secret was out.

Antinous waited patiently, but three days after the two weeks were up he started to panic. Had they forgotten him down here? Had the Queen decided that exile or death were too kind and instead intended to keep him here forever? The panic had him pacing the cell and punching at the walls. Four days after when he was supposed to have been retrieved from the cell he simply sat on the floor starring at nothing. On the fifth day he was relieved to see the Queen arrive with maids and guards in two.

“My Queen.” Antinous greeted with a seductive smile. The Queen looked angry, extremely angry.

“I will give you two choices. I’ll be honest, originally I was going to exile you. But it seems that option is no longer available.” Penelope said with irritation. Antinous’ eyebrows came together in confusion.

“May I ask why my Queen.” He inquired. Penelope let out a deep sigh before replying.

“She has not bled.” It was said matter of fact-ly, as if she had simply told him the weather. Yet his ears rang and his whole body ran cold at the information. No wonder they had waited almost a whole additional week, they were making sure she truly was not going to bleed.

“I…” He didn’t know what he wanted to say but he felt he should say something.

“You may chose to marry her, or you may chose to die by my spear. I know the choice I hope you chose, however for my daughters sake I rather hope you choose the other.” Penelope told him. Antinous looked at her unsure which of the choices she deemed to be more beneficial for her daughter.

If he married the princess he could no longer be an option for the throne, he would be beholden to protect the royal family, to help run the country, but without any of the power. Not king, perhaps one day prince consort, but not king. He had been outsmarted and out played by the beautiful, intelligent, vexing, irritating, brat of a princess. However, he was the only child of his parents, the youngest member and last unmarried member of a prestigious family. If the princess truly was pregnant his family line would not die with him, he would already have fulfilled his duties as a son.

“It would be an honor to marry your daughter, Telemachus the princess of Ithica.” Antinous said while holding back his dismay at being backed into a corner. Penelope glowered but after letting out a huff seemed to accept his decision.

“The marriage will be tonight. Servants, please make Antinous presentable before my daughter sees him.” Penelope commanded and then turned and left leaving a handful of servants and maids behind.

To Antinous’ joy he was brought to one of the bathhouses within in the palace. He soaked in the warm water for at least an hour before allowing a servant to shave him. Soaps and oils washed away the grime of the prison cell as he nearly cried from joy at finally being cleaned and put together. He styled his own hair, trimming it and putting it back into the somewhat long wild curls that he enjoyed. His old clothes had been cleaned and left in the bathhouse for him.

Antinous was told by the servants to wait until he was summoned, and upon checking the door he was locked in the bathhouse. It was a considerably cleaner and more comfortable prison cell than the dungeon so he happily waited. He couldn’t stop his mind from wondering though, the Queen had said they would be married that night, though tradition stated that a wedding should take 3 days. Unless of course they were doing things in the Spartan custom, that would be quieter and only take a few hours, if that long considering how pent up he was. Though, the more he thought on it, by Spartan custom they quite nearly already were married, save him getting permission first. Hours passed, it was clearly nighttime, and finally the door was unlocked and a servant came into the room.

“As the Queen is Spartan she has declared that your wedding ceremony will be in the Spartan tradition. The princess is waiting in the garden, she informed me to tell you that she will of course come willingly but she will not be passive.” The servant said. Antinous couldn’t help the smile that crept to his face. Spartans were intense in everything they did, including marriage. It was now his job to ‘capture’ the very willing bride and take her, preferably in her own chambers, the guards and servants would be informed that he was a welcome ‘intruder’ so there was no need for secrecy or hiding. The bride would be dressed as a man and save for harming her new husband could make her capture very difficult. And of course all of it needed to happen at night.

“I won’t keep her waiting.” Antinous said as he walked out of the room. He arrived at the garden, no torches were lit and the only light was from the moon. It seemed empty. He slowly walked all the paths and did not find the princess. A second loop around the garden had him checking the bushes and trees. From the corner of his eye his caught the glint of a white chiton up in an olive tree.

“It only took you two passes to find my hiding spot.” Telemachus said from where she sat on a branch.

“You aren’t hiding very hard.” Antinous replied.

“I honestly didn’t think you would come, thought you would leave as soon as you were let free. Rather stupid to stay.” She mocked.

“You really are a brat. Do you plan on coming down from there?” Antinous called up to her as he stood under her at the base of the tree.

“You are free to come get me.” She teased as she lazily kicked her feet. Her ankles were just out of his reach, if he jumped he would be able to grab her but might hurt her pulling her down.

“If you’re a good little wolf and come down I’ll give you my families best horse as a wedding gift.” He offered.

“Are you seriously bribing me? Hardly an acceptable way to capture your bride.” She replied boredly. With a small growl Antinous took a few steps back before getting a running jump and grabbing her ankle. She let out a yell as she was pulled from the tree, his other hand grabbed her chiton to keep her body from hitting the ground. With very little effort he threw her over his shoulder where she landed with a grunt.

“If you’re not careful you’re going to make me lose this baby.” She shouted as she hit his back. He chuckled and fondled her ass from where her chiton had risen and uncovered her.

“If you lose that one, I’ll just put another in you. And I’ll keep putting more and more babies into you until you finally birth one.” He promised in a low tone as he began walking towards her chambers. A whimper and her squeezing her legs closed was all the response he needed in order to know that the declaration turned her on.

Her chambers weren’t far and the guards opened the door for him. He tossed her to the bed and quickly stripped himself of his clothes, she blatantly starred at his naked body. He climbed on top of her on the bed and easily pulled her clothes off her. He starred at her breast with a lewd smile before leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth. She gasped and grabbed at his shoulder as he suckled her nipple. His hand reached up and fondled her other nipple earning him a moan and her back arching pushing her breasts into him. With a wet pop he pulled off her nipple leaving it wet from his mitigations.

“I’ve been wanting to enjoy these ever since I saw you naked.” He purred as he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked up the nipple with the whole length of his tongue. Her hand went to the bed and tightly gripped it as she panted from the feeling. He kissed up her body until he reached where her neck and jaw met and began sucking with enough force that she whimpered.

“The fuck are you doing?” She whined and tried to move away, his hand reached up and grabbed her with his fingers on his cheeks so that he could hold her still. After a moment he pulled away and investigate the spot with a pout he went back to the same spot biting and sucking even harder, Telemachus hissed at the feeling but otherwise didn’t struggle against him. When Antinous pulled away again he smiled down at the angry bruise that was already forming.

“That should keep the others off you.” He said as he ran his thumb over it. Telemachus rolled her eyes at that before reaching up, grabbing his hair, and pulling him into her for a clumsy kiss. It was easy for Antinous to change the kiss from the clumsy attempt of his near virgin wife to something much more pleasant for both of them. Sneaking a hand between them he found her clit and began stroking it causing a gasp and squirming from her.

“Fuck.” She breathed as she pushed her hips up into him.

“Hold still little wolf.” He chuckled and she whined.

“I can’t, it feels good and I can’t help but try to grind against your fingers.” She panted in response.

“Always a brat, can’t even follow basic instructions.” He teases. Pulling his hand from her clit he gathers both her wrists into one and puts them above her head, the other hand goes back to stroking her and she is significantly stiller now.

“Antinous, more.” She demanded with a moan. Antinous’ hand moved from her clit to his cock as he lined himself up, tip teasing her entrance but not entering.

“Is that what the princess wants, for me to defile her, to fuck her until she can’t walk? Little slutty princess, moaning and keening like a cat in heat. You’re already pregnant, if you were an animal you would be satisfied, yet here I am having to take care of you again. Don’t worry princess, I’ll be a dutiful husband, and keep you filled with my cum every day, you’ll be leaking my fluids every time you stand up.” He whispered these things into her ear as he slowly, excruciatingly slowly, pushed inside her.

“Yes, yes, all of it Antinous, fuck your cock is big, fuck I can feel it stretching me.” She keened as she thrusted her hips towards him but couldn’t do much more than that as he still had her arms pinned above her head. Once he was fully sheathed inside her he leaned down and kissed her, shoving his tongue inside her mouth. He started thrusting then, starting out slow but quickly increasing in speed. Nearly three weeks of no release and her cunt felt so tight and warm around him. She made cute little gasps and moans as her whole body tightened and he felt her walls squeeze his cock so tightly it nearly hurt. He watched her face, her open mouth, eyes rolled back in her head, as she came from his ministrations.

“You look beautiful when you climax.” He told her as he released her arms and placed his hands on either side of her head. Using his arms as leverage he began wildly thrusting into her chasing his own climax, she was so relaxed now and let out little pleasured grunts each time he thrust into her, her arms lazily draped over his shoulder. He came with a shout, his head falling to rest on her shoulder as he panted and whined from his own climax, he could feel the cum leaking out around his cock, the ache in his balls finally relieved. Without removing himself from her he laid down on top of her as he recovered his breath. She reached up stroking the scar over his eye.

“If you do that to me everyday we are going to have a whole litter of children.” She laughed.

“At least three, one for the throne, one for my family, and a girl to spoil.” He replied sleepily already half asleep as his cock shrunk and fell out of Telemachus.

**

Antinous awoke before his new wife. She was sleeping peacefully next to him, it was the most at peace he had ever seen her in all his life. He couldn’t help but remember the first time he had met her, when he thought she was an annoying prince that kept following him around, he had tossed her off the roof onto a large pile of hay, him and the other suitors laughed as she fell but now all he could remember was the fear in her eyes when he let go. She was so small back then, only three years his younger but always so much smaller, he didn’t want some petite prince trying to befriend him, the other suitors followed him in bullying the young prince, he truly was the biggest threat of all the suitors.

Looking down at her belly he reached out and stroked it, he would need to write to his family and inform them to expect an heir soon. With a groan he rolled out of the bed and cleaned himself off at the washbasin. He returned to his wife and stroked her face, he didn’t want her to wake up alone but there were things he needed to take care of now that he had to protect the royal family, after all his family would kill him themselves if he lost his wife right after gaining her.

Walking from the room he quietly closed the door behind him and looked at the two guards standing there, both still loyal to the family, no amount of bribery ever convinced them to reveal secrets they knew. He commanded them not to let Telemachus out from her room until he returned. With his head held high he walked to the dining hall, the room went silent when he entered all eyes turned to him as he walked to the center of the room.

“I’m sure the rumors have spread, I am here to confirm them. By way of marriage I am now the prince of Ithica. I will be providing the royal family with an heir to the throne. As such I expect you all to treat this palace with the respect it deserves. Know that I will be who you face should you break any rules of hospitality.” He said sternly and loudly enough that there was no question of his position. No longer was the only threat to the suitors actions a bunch of old and easily bribed guards, now there was a true threat for their actions. Before anyone could say anything or argue against his authority he turned and entered the kitchens. There he saw a familiar face, the head maid for the princess.

“My prince.” Elpis greeted with a bow.

“Please bring food to my wife and keep her company, I have work to do.” Antinous told her as he gathered some food for himself before leaving again. He found himself an empty scroll and an ink quill, he then walked the entire palace. There were two lists on his scroll, one was a list of servants and guards that needed to lose their jobs, and the other was the list of things around the palace that needed to be repaired. His children were not to be born in a palace with loose stones and uneven steps. It took him the whole day to complete his survey of the palace and his memory of which servants and guards no longer cared for their duties. His last stop for the day was to hand the scroll to Penelope and then return to his wife.

“You locked me in my room.” Telemachus growled as he entered the room. Elpis sat with her at her loom as she was weaving.

“I don’t need you wandering around while there are servants and guards that don’t care what happens to you.” He explained as he fell into one of the chairs with a groan.

“Thank you Elpis, you may leave.” Telemachus dismissed her maid before walking towards her husband and sitting on his lap.

“This is pleasant.” Antinous said as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, his other hand groping her breasts.

“Where were you all day.” She asked as she snuggled into him, he was so large compared to her and she fit so perfectly into him.

“Correcting a few things.” He answered, his hand ended it’s wanderings on her body and also wrapped around her completely holding her against him. “Telemachus is not your actual name is it?” He finally asked. Telemachus laughed at the question.

“It is not my birth name, however it’s the name I know. You can keep using Telemachus for me, the other name is barely more than just a word to me.” She answered. After a pause she spoke again. “Are you blind in that eye?” She asked the question she had been holding in for years.

“Mostly, can see shapes out of it, but that’s about it.” He told her honestly.

Chapter 5

Summary:

Antinous proves exactly why he was the correct pick to be the princess's husband.

Antinous woke up with Telemachus in his arms. Normally he would have to pay for a woman to still be in his bed come morning. But this was his woman, she would be here, in his bed, in his arms, every morning from now on. His woman, his wife, it had been two days and it seemed to just be dawning on him that his wife was a princess, he had a princess as his woman. A letter had arrived from his parents, telling him not to lose this opportunity or they would disown him.

He looked down at her in his arms, so beautiful and only ever touched by him, much to his shock considering her age. Looking at her naked body was enough for him to start to get hard. He reached up and roughly gripped her chin pulling her in for a passionate kiss. She startled and squirmed for a second, waking from his actions, once her mind was fully away she sunk into the kiss. She was still clumsy at kissing, he slowly kissed her in a sensual way moving his lips in an easy way to mimic. He then held still and waited, after a moment she got the idea and copied his movements, he hummed in approval when she got it right. He did not like that he had to teach his wife how to be intimate, but it wasn’t the end of the world.

“I think I need to teach you another way to have sex little wolf.” He purred as he rolled onto his back and pulled her up on top of him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up towards his face. She put her hands on his shoulders and looked at him confused.
“What are you trying to do?” She asked as she raised an eyebrow. He tightened his grip on her hips and maneuvered her to be up on her knees.

“Put your knees on either side of my head.” He commanded. Slowly she did as she was told and stayed there on her knees above his head. He couldn’t help but lick his lips as he looked up at her folds above him. “Now, sit.” He commanded next.

“What?” She gasped aghast at the suggestion. He simply chucked and pulled on her hips to try and encourage her down.

“You heard me. Aim that pretty cunt of yours for my face and sit.” He growled. He felt more than saw her hands shoot up and cover her face.

“Antinous! I can’t, it’s embarrassing.” She whined.

“This from the woman that tricked me into marriage. Shall I fetch some of your favorite drug to convince you to indulge your husband?” He asked with a laugh. If she wouldn’t come to him he would simply go to her. Stretching his neck and leaning up just enough he licked up her entire slit. She let out a squeal and flinched away from him. He dug his fingers into her thighs and brought her back to him, flattening his tongue to cover as much space as he could he licked again earning him a moan.

“Fuck!” She moaned out still covering her face in embarrassment.

“Such a naughty mouth, I’m going to have to spank you again.” He teased. “Now, sit woman.” This time he put as much force and commanding tone as he could into it, the same tone he used when scolding the other suitors. With a whine she finally obeyed and sat with her cunt on his mouth.

Telemachus moved her hands to brace herself against the wall. She could feel Antinous’s tongue swiping and lapping at her folds and she keened at the feeling. His tongue was wet and warm and when he breathed through his nose she could feel his inhale and exhale tickle against her clit. His fingers had surely bruised her thighs and she couldn’t help but get off at the thought of his very finger prints being bruised into her skin.

His tongue was relentless and she couldn’t stop herself from rocking her hip on his face, his short beard scratched at her in a way that oddly felt pleasant. She unabashedly rubbed her clit on his nose and he didn’t seem to mind. She gasped out a moan when his tongue entered her pussy and thrusted in and out. A loud and long moan was pulled from her throat as she came around his tongue. Her head rested on the wall as she panted in the aftermath of her climax. He gave two quick slaps to her thigh and released his grip on her, she took the hint and moved off him to sit on his chest. His face was wet from her fluid and her face grew even redder at the sight.

“So innocent little wolf. Didn’t you have anyone to play with growing up.” He chuckled as he looked up at her.

“Who would I have played with? The guards are only loyal to their purse pockets, the servants and maids didn’t know the truth of what I am, and not a single suitor looked at me with anything but disdain.” She said simply and with a shrug. He hummed at her answer, unsure what to say at that. Grabbing her thighs again he moved her down to his cock.

“This is the next thing you are going to sit on princess. Grab my cock, put the tip in that pretty pussy of yours and sit down.” He commanded. With a shaky breath she followed his instructions, it was the first time she had actually held his cock and she took a moment to feel it in her hands. It was heavy and warm, she squeezed it a bit and watched Antinous twitch with a smile on his face. Licking her lips she lined his cock up with her pussy and when she felt the tip breach her she lowered herself until all of him was in. She let out a whimpering moan and grinded down on him.

“Good girl, don’t you look so pretty impaled on my cock. I’m going to breed you until you give me a whole litter of children. The maids say this position increases the chances of putting a boy in you.” He growled as he started thrusting into her, watching her tits bounce with each movement.

“I’m already pregnant, I don’t think you can change what it’ll be now.” She scoffed as she leaned back putting her hands on his thighs to balance herself.

“Then I’ll give you a twin and it’ll be a boy.” He responded his eyes completely fixed on her breasts.

“That’s not how twins are made.” She laughed between moans and gasps.

“How do you know? It probably is.” He responded as he used his grip on her thighs to move her in sync with his thrusting, pushing his cock as deep into her as he could. With a gasp she came around him and he smiled wide at her as she did, she looked so pretty coming undone because of his actions. His pace increased and he quickly reached his climax spilling himself deep inside her. He threw his head back panting as he moved her off him and pulled her into his arms to hold her.

“Will this be how we start every morning?” She asked breathlessly.

“If you would like.” He responded as he held a breast while snuggling her.

***

“Is this the longest chiton you own?” Antinous asked incredulously.

“It would be suspicious for a prince to have woman’s clothing in his wardrobe.” Telemachus responded as she looked at herself in the mirror taking in the look of her full breasts under the chiton instead of being wrapped up.

“We’ll have to fix that.” He said as he lightly tugged down on the bottom of the chiton as if doing so would make more length magically appear. The bruises from his fingers after their morning sex were easily visible. It was meal time and it was the first time they would be in the dinning hall as a couple, and Antinous knew there would already be wandering eyes, a short chiton and evidence of sexual activity were going to make things worse.

When they arrived at the dining hall everything went silent, all eyes turned to them. Antinous stood tall ignoring the looks as he grabbed Telemachus’ arm and brought her to a bench where he could sit her on the end with him next to her so that no other man could sit next to her. The drone of conversation started again once they were sat but the conversations were obviously about Antinous and Telemachus. One of the suitors walked over and stood at the end of the table looking at Telemachus, Antinous realized the downside of having her sit on the end.

“My princess, it’s such a shame you had to keep your true self hidden all this time.” The suitor said as he took one of her hands in his and kissed it.

“Only for the sake of my safety.” She responded hoping a vague response would send the suitor on their way. Eurymachus walked in then and went over to his Antinous.

“If it isn’t the newest married couple in Ithica.” Eurymachus greeted while patting Antinous’ shoulder. The two had been friends long before coming to the palace to try and win the throne.

“Sit with us friend.” Antinous nearly commanded, he glared at the suitor sitting next to him until the man moved. Grabbing Telemachus by the hip he scooted down bringing her with him so that the empty space for Eurymachus was at the end. Antinous would rather his life long friend sit on the other side of his wife than for any of the suitors to have easy access to her.

“I see someone is already feeling jealous.” Eurymachus teased as he sat down on the edge of the bench.

“Shut up.” Was Antinous’ response as the servants started to bring out the morning food and drink. Eurymachus simply chuckled at his friend before turning to the woman next to him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you for real princess.” He said as he kissed Telemachus’ hand. Telemachus was not used to this much kindness or attention from the suitors and she was blushing despite herself.

“Will I have to go through this greeting from every suitor?” She asked already having enough of the attention that was on her. She could feel all the eyes staring at her, looking her up and down, and without the bindings on her chest she felt nearly naked under all their gazes.

“I imagine so. You’re the talk of the palace. I can’t believe not even the servants knew.” Eurymachus responded as he began to eat. Telemachus couldn’t help as he arms wrapped around her chest, she suddenly didn’t feel much like eating. Another suitor came up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Princess, if I may be so bold, my family is renowned for it’s fabrics. Perhaps I could have them send some chitons for you?” He asked obviously trying to win some favor with her, possibly as an easy way to get favor with the queen.

“Leave her be.” Antinous said annoyed. Not even having him next to her and Eurymachus blocking the other side was enough to keep the other suitors at bay. With very little effort he grabbed her hips again and pulled her onto his lap, surely now no one would bother her.

“Antinous! I think I can sit on my own.” Telemachus whined in embarrassment.

“I’m sick of listening to them try and suck up to you. Besides you aren’t eating, you’re pregnant you need to eat.” He said the last part as he held a piece of meat to her mouth. She opened her mouth and took it from him making sure to lick his fingers as sensually as she could just to watch him shift and try to hide his growing cock from her actions.

“Yeah, that’s jealousy.” Eurymachus pointed out as he moved closer to sit next to the two.

“She’s my wife, I’m allowed to be jealous.” Antinous said as he fed her another piece of food.

“I’m starting to miss when you all ignored me.” Telemachus admitted as she slowly lowered her arms from her chest, it seemed that being in Antinous’ lap blocked enough of the view of her she didn’t feel quite as exposed.

“Those days are long behind us. I sincerely doubt you’ll ever be ignored again.” Eurymachus laughed.

The meal continued and eventually suitors started breaking off, some playing games and gambling in the dining hall, others leaving to go about their day. Antinous and Eurymachus discussed some hunting that they wanted to do, apparently it was deer season. And Telemachus sat completely bored out of her mind. She normally would be sneaking around, listening to the gossip, or in her room spinning yarn and weaving, even having a book would have been enough extra entertainment for her. She started to try and move off of Antinous’ lap but he held her tighter.

“Antinous I am bored.” She explained with a sigh.

“It’s not safe for you to be on your own.” He answered simply.

“It’s my palace, my home. I’ve been safe for twenty years, I’m fine.” She scoffed.

“You are no longer a boy, it is not safe now.” Antinous told her seriously.

“At least let me roam the dining hall.” She conceded. Antinous simply released his grip on her as a way of agreeing. Finally free from her husbands clutches she wandered the dining hall listening in on various conversations, pausing to watch the games the suitors were playing, all the while feeling Antinous’ gaze on her. Soon even the dining hall was boring as well, she simply wanted to head to her room. Waiting for a moment when Antinous was distracted she slipped out of the dining hall.

She passed the usual suspects in the halls of the palace, maids and servants, the occasional suitor, far too few guards. There was an easy way up into the rafters she preferred to be up in nearby that she was heading towards. Antinous did not need to worry about her safety if she was above the palace like usual.

Hands suddenly grabbed her from behind. Her shocked yell was muffled by a hand covering her mouth as she was dragged into a storage room. She was thrown up against the wall and a rough hand was on her shoulder pinning her there. Two men were in the room, suitors that she recognized but couldn’t quite place their names.

“Hello princess, how lucky we are to have found you, before something bad happened.” The one pinning her to the wall mocked.

“Hurry up Nicon, this isn’t exactly the most out of the way storage room.” The other suitor said nervously as he stood next to Nicon. Nicon, that was his name, she remembered now, from a lesser family, little money and little honor.

“Since my friend is so eager to get to the point, I think it’s rather interesting that Antinous was allowed to take what he wanted, and instead of being punished he was rewarded.” Nicon said as he reached out and touched her belly, she sneered at him in response.

“And such a pretty reward at that.” Said the other suitor as he played with a piece of her hair.

“Get off me.” She yelled trying to get away but was far too easily pushed back up against the wall.

“I can’t help but wonder, if we got rid of Antinous’ little spawn here, could we replace it with our own right away? We would we get to have you as a wife then?” Nicon taunted.

He removed his hand from her belly, forming a fist with it that was aimed at her womb. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to fight them off she had to time things just right, she waited until he started to swing his fist and then let her whole body drop, completely letting her legs go limp. The hand holding her shoulder wasn’t enough to stop her from falling and the fist hit the wall right next to her head instead of her belly.

“You little bitch!” Nicon yelled as he pulled his foot back to kick her. Suddenly a large body had rammed into Nicon pushing him to the floor. Telemachus looked up to see Antinous straddling Nicon.

“You dare to touch my wife?” Antinous growled.

“An.. Antinous, she led us” His sentence was cut short as Antinous punched him. Antinous continued to punch him over and over again. Telemachus looked up at the other suitor and saw him reaching out for her, she scrambled on the floor over to Antinous grabbing onto his chiton for protection before she stood. Antinous paused to look at her and then at the other suitor who started running. When he looked back at Telemachus his eyes were wide with bloodlust and a wicked grin was on his face. Beneath him Nicon was a bloody mess.

“It seems he still breathes, husband.” Telemachus said as she tried to steady her breathing from the whole ordeal. Antinous chuckled darkly and returned to punching the man over and over unrelenting. It should have mortified her, she should have feared the violence before her, but she found that she loved it. Loved watching one of the suitors that had plagued her life be beaten, loved to watch a man who nearly harmed her have harm done to him, and loved to watch Antinous’ muscles move with each blow he delivered. One last blow was accompanied with the sickening sound of bones crunching and Nicon was no longer breathing. Antinous was panting, covered in the blood splatter, knuckles already raw and bruised from beating the man.

“Is my wife pleased?” He asked referring to the dead man beneath him.

“Fuck me.” She commanded and he let out a dark chuckle. Standing he walked her back to the wall and pinned her in with an arm on either side of her.

“Far too much Spartan blood in you.” He growled as he began nipping at her neck earning him desperate moans.

“More.” She pleaded wanting to feel the strength of his body on her. His hands moved to her hips pushing her against the wall with bruising force. His mouth went to her chest sucking on her nipples through the chiton, biting and pulling them until she was panting from the act.

“Naughty girl, I told you to stay put.” He growled into her breast before returning to his ministrations.

“What do you plan to do about it?” She taunted.

“Show all those fuckers who you belong to.” With that he grabbed her arm and began pulling her back to the dining hall. It only took a moment for her to realize what he intended.

“Antinous, you can’t.” She argued but he simply grunted in response. The room went quiet as Antinous marched in covered in blood and dragging his wife behind him. He went straight to the throne and roughly placed her in it. Grabbing her thighs he spread her legs as far as he could and plunged his cock into her. A loud moan escaped her as she reached up wrapping her arms around his neck.

“These animals only know one thing, the strongest control everything. And if I have to fuck you on your daddies throne everyday to remind them who the strongest is around here, I will. You are mine.” He growled as he continued his onslaught on her neck, kissing and sucking and leaving bruises in his wake.

Somewhere in the crowd Eurymachus was cheering them on, whistles, cheers, and overall murmuring filled the room and Antinous relentlessly thrust into the princess. Telemachus couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that everyone was watching as she got fucked into oblivion, that everyone heard each wanton noise that was pulled from her, it was humiliating yet arousing at the same time. Her walls squeezed around Antinous as she came with a shout burying her face into his shoulder. He began thrusting faster into her quickly finding his climax as he filled her with his cum.

“I hope this is an avid reminder to you all, what is, and what is not yours.” Antinous told the crowd as he covered himself up before scooping the princess in his arms and making his way to their bedroom.

Chapter 6: Owls in the garden

Summary:

"You are Athena, badass in the arena."

I realized I forgot to the name the previous chapter, so I guess tell me what you would have named it.

“Where is my child? Where is my daughter?” Was shouted before Penelope burst into the room. Telemachus was laying on the bed as a healer of Apollo’s temple stood over her, on a chair next to the bed Antinous sat as another healer investigated his hand.

“Her humors well my Queen, there is nothing to fear.” The healer tried to explain but Penelope pushed past him to reach Telemachus, she wrapped her daughter in her arms hugging her.

“I’m fine mother. I wasn’t hurt.” Telemachus reassured her as she sat up to better hug her mother.

“I heard what happened, I was so worried.” Penelope explained as she squeezed Telemachus tighter.

“Antinous was there in time, it’s alright.” Telemachus reassured. Penelope pulled away and caressed the princess’s cheek as she at her with worry, she looked at the bruise on her neck for a moment as if deciding whether Telemachus had lied about being uninjured but settled on the fact it looked to much like a mark from love making to worry about. After a pause her face dropped to one of annoyance as she turned to look at Antinous.

“Perhaps if Antinous had been there the whole time he wouldn’t have had to arrive just in time.” Penelope said with a hint of distain.

“I told her not to leave my sight, I think we need to put a leash on her.” Antinous grunted hiding the pain as his knuckles were wrapped with bandages. The knuckles on his punching hand had swollen and the skin was broken and bleeding in several locations. The look of disappointment and anger from Penelope then came back on Telemachus and she found herself scootching back on the bed putting some space between her and her mother.

“And why did you not listen to your husband?” Penelope asked her daughter. The question caused Antinous to smile with a shit eating grin as he looked at his wife.

“Yes, why didn’t you listen to your husband?” He asked enjoying having the queen on his side for once.

“I, he was, I’m not used.” Telemachus tried to start with several excuses before she stopped and sighed. “I don’t want to lose the safety I had when I was a man, I thought if I just went out on my own like I used to I could prove that it would be fine.” She finally said thought she couldn’t bring herself to look at her mother as she said it.

“There is no returning to the false safety of that time.” Penelope said simply. “As for the matter of my husband’s throne. Find somewhere else to make a display of yourself.” She lightly scolded both of them. Antinous simply tilted his head in apology though Telemachus doubted he actually felt bad about the act.

“Has Nicon’s corpse been sent back to his family?” Antinous asked as she flexed his hand testing the bandages on it.

“It has, I sent a letter with it explaining his sin and why he was killed. It was well within your right to do so, there will be no ramifications for the action.” Penelope said with a wave of her hand. One less suitor was perfectly fine with her.

“Good, let them know what a disgrace he was at the end.” Antinous said as he stood and went to pour himself some wine from a nearby table.

“I heard there had been two suitors that grabbed you.” Penelope said in a way that was asking who the other was.

“I don’t know his name.” Telemachus said.

“I didn’t get a good look at him. If he makes himself known, I will deal with him.” Antinous promised.

“I need to go speak with the council about the situation. Try not to get into trouble while I’m gone.” Penelope said as before kissing Telemachus’ forehead. She left taking the healers and servants with her leaving the married couple alone in the room.
“I would punish you for not listening to me, I think a long spanking and making you stand in the corner would be fair. But, being threatened by those idiots and being so close to being harmed is punishment enough.” Antinous said as he put down his goblet of wine and joined her on the bed.

“Make me stand in the corner?” She questioned looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I know the spanking would just turn you on, standing with your nose in the corner for a few hours might be the only actual way to punish you.” He joked as he pulled her into him having her sit between his legs and facing away from him, he rested his forehead on her shoulder as he held her tight to his body.

“Then why spank me at all in that scenario?” She asked with a chuckle.

“Because I would enjoy it.” I responded keeping his head on her shoulder. After a pause he spoke again. “I’m being completely serious when I say this. If you ever wander off again, I will put a leash on you. Social etiquette be damned, I’ll walk you around like a disobedient dog if that’s what it takes.” He growled as he spoke but it was forced as though he was trying to hide how he truly felt in that moment. His arms held her even tighter and his knees bent as if trapping her into him.

“Careful, if you keep acting like this I might think you like me.” She chuckled. He hummed response though he didn’t let go of her until they had both fallen asleep.

***

“My mother forbade me from learning this.” Telemachus pointed out as she examined the spear pole in her hand, the end of the spear was missing, replaced with a weight made of fabric and sand.

“You’re my wife, I outrank your mother when it comes to decisions about you.” Antinous said as he picked up a spear from the training weapons available.

“I think it’ll be an unfair fight if you get a real spear.” She joked, he rolled his eyes.

“I’ll show you the basic positions for wielding a spear, copy what you see me doing.” He instructed. Their whole morning was spent with Antinous showing a certain position and then correcting Telemachus’ attempt to copy it.

She would think she was perfectly matching what he did only to have him come over and move her in some miniscule way that she sincerely doubted actually made a difference. He explained each form, what it was meant for, how it would eventually build into actually swinging the thing, made her memorize the names of each position. Each form was practiced several times until Antinous was satisfied she was standing and holding the spear in the correct manner and knew the name of the form when he asked for it again later. Her father should have been the one that taught her this, she should have already known how to do it at her age even as a woman, would her father been as critical, would he had made her feel like she was lacking for not already knowing how to do it. After half an hour her arms were tired, after an hour her mind was tired, after an hour and ten minutes she was irritated.

“Are you actually going to show me how to fight with this thing, or just pose with it?” She asked with a snarl after he had corrected the same position for five times in a row and she still hadn’t gotten it correct.

“Swinging it wildly isn’t going to save your life, once you have all the forms down I’ll show you how to transition between them, that’s where the fighting part comes in.” He explained seriously.

“Well, I can’t take another minute of this today, everything hurts and my brain is melting.” She said with exasperation as she walked the practice spear to the weapons rack on the edge of the sand sparring ring.

“You could have told me you were done before you got angry.” He pointed out to her obviously not having her attitude. Much like how she had always assumed she would be able to hold her own if she ever had to fight one of the suitors, something Antinous proved was not true, she had assumed she would be a quick learner when it came to weapons.

“I’m telling you now, I need a break.” She said to him without turning to look at him. Antinous rolled his eyes, she really was a brat. Telemachus was going to suggest they went and sat in the garden but at that moment the whole world stilled. It was like everything was holding its breath, and there was a feeling of calmness.

“You’ve done well.” An ethereal voice said from behind Telemachus. She turned to see a towering woman in armor. The woman looked like all the statues and paintings made of her.

“Athena, I’m assuming?” Telemachus asked as reverently as she could.

“I am.” Athena replied with a smile.

“Are you the reason time stopped?”

“It hasn’t stopped, I’ve simply made it so you can think faster.” Athena explained.

“What do I owe this great honor?” Telemachus asked unsure of what to do.

“I originally came to aid you, help you against the intruders you’ve been dealing with.” Athena said before pausing and looking at Antinous in his unmoving state. “But it seems you have things well in hand. Quite clever to chain the strongest and most dangerous of the suitors to yourself.”

“It helps that he’s pretty.” Telemachus said with a smile, Athena let out a small laugh.

“You’ve done well, relying on your wit and cleverness since you can’t match them in size or strength. Your father would be proud.” Athena said with the pride a parent might have for a child. Telemachus looked away for a moment letting her mind work through a difficult thought.

“If you’re here, I can assume my father is not coming back?” Telemachus asked quietly.

“I cannot tell you that.” Athena said and watched as Telemachus’ face fell. “Antinous, despite being a brute, is very intelligent when it comes to fighting and weaponry, you would do well to heed his lessons.” She offered hoping to leave the child of her friend with at least some wisdom.

“Only if he doesn’t keep irritating me by expecting me to be perfect.” Telemachus said still processing the idea that her father truly wasn’t coming back.

“He knows the other suitors grow restless. You thought you were cutting off the serpents head by chaining him, but in truth you cut off the head of a hydra, other suitors will fill the void he left. The sooner you can defend yourself the sooner he can concentrate on stopping them from rising up against your mother.” Athena pointed out. Telemachus thought for a moment, she would rather take a minute to think through everything than be seen as foolish by her fathers patron goddess by speaking before she fully knew what she was saying.

“Would you be able to help me? Having two teachers could help me to learn faster.” Telemachus asked, having a goddess teach her how to fight would surely give her an advantage in battle. Athena looked at her amused for a moment before she smiled.
“A wise idea, I will visit you at night, your room is just large enough we should be able to practice. But, if I do this you must still continue to learn from Antinous. Do we have a deal?” Athena asked.

“Yes, thank you.” Telemachus responded with a wide smile. With a wink Athena disappeared and the world returned to normal. Suddenly a hand was gripping her jaw, Antinous leaned over her looking down at her with irritation.
“Are you done with your attitude? I’m trying to teach you, I expect at least a little gratitude.” He growled.

“I just need a break.” She conceded, her tempter had be dissipated by the conversation with Athena.

“That’s better, good girl.” He purred as his thumb rubbed her jaw before he leaned down and kissed her. They made their way to the garden where they wandered for a bit before sitting at one of the benches.

“We should have that bard you suitors all but enslaved come and sing something for us.” Telemachus suggested.

“I’m not sure how I feel about the accusation in that suggestion, but we could send for him.” Antinous agreed, he stood and walked a short way away to find a servant to fetch the bard in question. He returned and pulled Telemachus into his lap.

“If you ask him to sing any story that has my father in it, I will kill you.” Telemachus threatened as she settled into Antinous. He let out a barking laugh at that and kissed her on the top of the head. After a few minutes Phemius arrived and began singing a tale of Apollo. They sat and listened for a bit, Antinous’ hands only wandering a bit.

“Didn’t you used to have a dog?” Antinous asked genuinely curious.

“My father’s dog, haven’t seen him in nearly six months. I assumed one of you suitors did something to him.” She answered with a sad shrug.

“Not that I know of, most of the suitors like the dog, we would throw him our scraps. We thought you or your mom were keeping him from us. I just realized I hadn’t seen him even with living in your room with you.” He explained.

“I’ve been told dogs wonder away when they near the end of their life. He was as old as I am, twenty years is a long life for a dog.” She said with a finality that meant she didn’t want to continue the conversation.

***

The shuffling of feet woke Antinous from his sleep. He kept still listening intently to try and figure out what he was hearing. He slowly shifted to try and get a hand on Telemachus incase he needed to defend her, only to find she wasn’t there. Another shuffling sound and he peaked his eyes open.

In the low light provided by a single candle Telemachus was practicing the forms he had taught her earlier. She would enter a pose, hold it, adjust herself and then move on to a different fighting pose. He couldn’t help the smile at seeing her practicing. He was worried at the fact she was using a real spear to practice, but he supposed there wasn’t much danger in her harming herself when she was obviously trying so hard to be quiet.

As he let himself fall back to sleep he could have sworn he heard her say something in a whisper. Unable to quite make out what she said he simply figured she was saying the pose names to herself.

“Your belly will start to grow soon. The spear will be a good weapon for when that happens but we’ll still have to make some adjustments.” Athena said. She had used some of her goddess magic so that she could only be seen and heard by Telemachus.

Telemachus nodded in acknowledgment, she had taken to communicating non-verbally as much as possible to avoid awakening Antinous. When she did have to speak she spoke as quietly as she could. With a glance she checked on her sleeping husband to see that he had moved a bit since she last looked at him but otherwise remained asleep.

“That is enough for tonight. I’ll visit you again tomorrow.” Athena said before fading from view. Telemachus placed the spear in a container meant for it by the door. As quietly as she could she returned to the bed. She looked at Antinous, asleep his beauty was intoxicating, awake his mouth took away from his physical beauty. Reaching out she gently traced the jagged scar over his eye. Her hand wandered and began tracing the small silver scars on his chest, and then his arm. She wondered which ones were from sparring, which ones were from the skirmishes he participated in, and which ones were from fighting the wild animals that came too close to the city.

“Enjoying yourself little wolf?” Antinous asked with a yawn.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” She said as way of apology.

“There’s an easy way you can make up for it.” He said suggestively.

“You’re a pig.” She chuckled.

“You woke me up, now suffer the consequences.” He said with a large smile as he pulled her in close to his body. Clumsily she reached down to gently grab his cock and move her hand up and down. “I’m going to teach you how to do that better. But not tonight.” He said as he grabbed her hand from his cock and brought it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. Reaching down his fingers found her clit and began rubbing in slow circles.

“It feels like I don’t know how to do anything.” She sighed before a small gasp of pleasure left her.

“You’ve been living a life like you’re frozen. I’ve only been here eight years and I can see how you haven’t been allowed to grow or change. Of course you don’t know how to do things, you haven’t been allowed to learn. Though you do make a very good spider, always up in your rafters spying on us.” He said quietly as his fingers added more pressure and varied between circles and rubbing. More gasps and whimpers of pleasure came from Telemachus and Antinous could feel moisture building.

Rolling away from him and onto her back Telemachus reached out for Antinous. He rolled on top of her kissing her neck, his one hand still pleasuring her clit as his other came to her breast and began messaging it. The hand playing with her breast moved to her nipple and pinched and flicked it in time with him giving especially firm strokes of her clit. Reaching up she threaded her hand through his hair pulling his mouth away from her neck and to her ignored breast.

Removing his fingers from her clit her stroked himself a few times before lining up with her cunt and slowly pushing into her. With a whine she pushed her hips towards him trying to get his cock deeper into her. Taking his hand from her breast he pulled his mouth away from her and watched her face as he pushed all the way inside. With a moan she wrapped her legs around his hips and used her legs to try and pull him deeper.

Without anymore preamble he began thrusting into her. Grabbing a wrist in each hand he pinned her arms to the bed as his own moans escaped him from just how perfect she felt around him. Angling his hips he made a point to try and hit her clit as he thrust in and was soon rewarded by her letting out a keening moan as her pussy clenched him. After that he let himself go thrusting into her as fast as possible until he came with a low groan.

He pulled out of her and laid on his back next to her. Grabbing her he pulled her on top of him and held her close to his body. They both had a smile on their face as they fell asleep.

Notes:

I would like to note, I rewrote this chapter 3 times. Things that got deleted include, Antinous growing wise to Telemachus' taunting and refusing to fall for it, Telemachus asking politely for the attention she wanted, and Telemachus throwing a tantrum until Antinous tied her up and refused to release her until she admitted why she was being such a brat.

The other thing on my mind has been a modern AU of my gender AU. In which I imagine Telemachus as a punk scene daughter of a war general and super model. And Antinous is ex military who got discharged after being wounded and now works as security and is part of a wrestling team on his down time.

Also if you've been wondering the size difference, Telemachus comes up to Antinous' armpit and is at least 80 pounds lighter. While she would be considered 'scrawny' as a man she's a pretty average sized woman, it's just that Antinous is a 'big boy™' lol

Chapter 7: A magic Boar only the Best could Kill

Summary:

Telemachus is left alone for an hour and somehow finds trouble in that small amount of time.

Telemachus stood in front of the mirror. She kept turning and looking at herself from different angles. Her naked body reflected back at her and yet she saw no change in her body. It would be nearly two months since she got pregnant, she wasn’t sure how long it took to show, but apparently two months wasn’t long enough. Antinous walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, one hand playing with one of her breasts.

“Don’t you look pretty. Maybe I should never let you wear clothes anymore, then I could see this every time I look at you.” He purred into her ear as he looked at her in the mirror and watched himself play with her breast. Telemachus leaned against his chest letting out a pleased hum at the attention he was giving her.

“I’m sure the other men in the palace would enjoy that too.” She teased.

“They can look all they want, you belong to me.” He growled as leaned down to kiss along her neck. The hand that wasn’t busy playing with her breasts made its way down to between her legs where he started toying with her clit. He watched himself and her in the mirror as he groped her, enjoying the small smile and look of pleasure on her face. Antinous gets an idea as he looks at them in the mirror. Pulling away from Telemachus he walks over to the copper full length mirror. Telemachus watches him confused and insulted that he stopped touching her.

“I suppose I’ll just take care of myself then.” She said frustrated. Antinous laughed at what she said as he begins to move the large mirror over to the side of the bed, facing the bed.

“Come here.” He commanded as he took off his chiton and got onto the bed. Telemachus obeyed crawling onto the bed next to him. He pulled her into a kiss, his hands grabbed her ass. After a moment he turns her around so she’s on her hand and knees facing the mirror.

Antinous gets behind her on his knees and looks at them in the mirror. He could now see her face while he fucked her from behind. Leaning over her he kissed the back of her neck, both shoulder blades, and then down her spine, watching her reaction in the mirror the whole time. Telemachus made eye contact with Antinous through the mirror a few times but couldn’t bring herself to keep looking at the mirror. With a cruel smirk Antinous lined his hard cock up with her slit and began thrusting his cock along her slit, gliding over her clit as he did. She moaned at the feeling, the dampness from her sex making the glide easier as he moved. Without warning she felt his hand on her neck as he forced her head up to look at the mirror.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror, I want you to watch as I fuck you.” He ordered in a half growl as he watched her face while he rubbed his cock along her slit.

She whimpered at his command finding it hard to obey, her instinct being to look away from the embarrassment of seeing her own face while being pleasured. His hand stayed on her neck, not applying pressure, but keeping her from looking away. Satisfied that she had no choice but to watch the mirror he returned to kissing her back as he slowly thrust along her slit. Every time the head of his cock hit her clit she moaned and whimpered in pleasure. Being forced to watch herself was causing her cunt to clench around nothing as Antinous seemed content to simply use her slit.

“Anintous, more.” She whimpered as she pushed back towards him, looking him in the eyes through the mirror. He chuckled at that, his hand leaving her neck to pinch and flick one of her nipples.

“Ask nicely, little wolf.” He teased as he licked up the back of her neck holding eye contact with her in the mirror. She looked away, ducking her head down and panting from his attentions.

“Fuck you.” She laughed though it turned into a keened moan as he twisted the nipple he had been playing with.

“Brat, then you won’t get what you want.” He told her, adjusting himself so he didn’t need his other arm to keep himself up he reached out and roughly grabbed her hair pulling her head up to force her to look into the mirror again. “I told you to keep your eyes on the mirror, you are not to look away.” He growled before biting her shoulder causing her to gasp. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she panted wantonly while being forced to watch herself was sending jolts of pleasure through her that felt similar to when Antinous had taken her on the throne, it was an arousing humiliation.

“Please, please Daddy.” The words were pulled from somewhere deep inside her, she wasn’t even sure what she had said until she saw Antinous’ look of shock as he stopped moving and just starred at her.

“Oh, your father leaving really did fuck you up.” He chuckled. “Say it again, look yourself in the eyes and say it again.” He ordered as the hand that had been playing with her nipple went to slowly circle her clit. She whined at the thought of calling him that on purpose, she hadn’t even meant to say it the first time, but she was too desperate for his cock at this point.

“Daddy.” She whined and more tears formed from the humiliation of watching herself say the word.

“Again.” Antinous chuckled as he lined his cock up with her cunt.

“Daddy.” She moaned and he began pushing into her.

“Again, pretty thing.”

“Daddy, please, please fuck me Daddy.” She keened as he pushed fully inside her. He let out a groan as he was fully sheathed inside her, enjoying the warmth and tightness of her. His hand in her hair made it so she couldn’t look away from the mirror as he began to slowly thrust into her.

“From now on, that is the only thing you’re allowed to call me when I fuck you.” He whispered to her as he enjoyed the feeling of every inch of her pussy as he slowly thrusted in and out of her. She was becoming increasingly desperate as he refused to increase his speed and smiled cruelly at her through the mirror.

“Please Anti…. Daddy, please go faster.” Telemachus begged having to swallow some of her pride at the new title for her husband. She thrusted her own body back towards him to try and force him to go deeper and faster. He was about to answer when the door to their room suddenly opened.

“Antinous, the Queen asked us…” Eurymachus trailed off as he saw what the couple were doing. Three suitors were behind him not making any attempt to look away from the scene. Instinctively Telemachus tried to pull away from Antinous so she could cover herself but both of his hand went to her hips to hold her in place.

“What is it Eurymachus?” Antinous asked casually, some of his hair falling in his face. Telemachus buried her face into her arms trying to hide herself as best she could.

“There’s a group of especially large and aggressive boars running amok in the farmland just outside the city. The Queen asked us suitors to go and take care of them.” Eurymachus explained trying and failing to keep his eyes from wondering over his friend and the princess.

“I imagine she would like me to go as a representative of the royal family.” Antinous concluded as he began to thrust into Telemachus again pulling whines and moans from her no matter how she tried to quiet herself. Reaching back into her hair he pulled her head back up to look into the mirror. “I told you not to look away. I’ll make an exception though, you can either look at the mirror or at our guests.” He ordered.

“Fuck.” Telemachus whined as she glanced at the men at her door and climaxed knowing they were watching.

“I see that you’re busy though.” Eurymachus stated after a moment.

“I won’t be long. Feel free to wait for me.” Antinous said with a smile as he leaned down to kiss her back before finally thrusting faster into her.

He put enough power behind the thrusts that small grunts came from Telemachus and her body jerked forward every time his hips met her ass. With his free hand he slapped her ass as hard as he could earning him a yelp and the feeling of her walls clenching him. Telemachus couldn’t decide where she wanted to look, both options were beyond humiliating and her brain felt like it was buzzing from her lack of options and the fact that each one made her pussy desperate for more of Antinous’ cock. She gave up trying to be quiet, letting the moans and pants fall from her no matter how loud she was.

Antinous felt himself getting close. Knowing that the other men were seeing how powerful he was, that he had a princess under him. The feeling of power it gave him was nearly as good as the actual fucking itself. His hips moved erratically and he pushed as deep into her as he could as he came with a long low moan. The cum was already leaking out around his cock from how much he had released into her.

“By the gods Antinous she’s already pregnant, I don’t think you need to pump that much into her.” Eurymachus chuckled as he shifted to try and hide his erection under his chiton, an action the other suitors with him also made in their own way. Antinous laughed at that as he released his grip on Telemachus and slowly pulled out of her. His hands rubbed up and down her back gently messaging her as she was still panting and twitching from their fucking.

“Give me just one more moment.” He told the group waiting for him without looking at them. He continued to messaged and rub along her back, ass, and legs until her breathing returned to normal and her muscles started to relax.

“You better bring me back the biggest of those boars as a prize.” She mumbled with a smile as she came down from her sex high. Leaning over her he kissed her cheek, and then the corner of her mouth.

“I’ll turn its tusks into jewelry for you, princess.” He promised before getting up, gathering his chiton and weapons before joining the other men and leaving.

***

Telemachus had asked the servants to move her loom to the window, she had spent at least an hour weaving before her eyes started to wander and she found herself looking out to the area below her window. It was the back of the palace where many of the servants went to do their chores to socialize, it led to the beach where her grandmother swore she had seen her fathers ship nearly ten years ago. Just as she was returning to her weaving the was a sudden commotion below her window and she could hear the servants screaming.

Looking down she saw the largest boar she’d ever seen rampaging through where the servants had been gathered. It was knocking over buckets, destroying various tools and getting tangled in laundry. One of the servants fell trying to run and was trampled under it. The creature squealed and it hurt her ears even from this distance. A family voice screamed out and Telemachus saw that Elpis was cutoff from the door to escape back into the palace.

Without thinking Telemachus ran to grab the spear she had been training with. It would take too long to run through the palace to get out to save Elpis so instead she found herself climbing out of her window as she used to do when she was avoiding the suitors. She landed lightly and began running towards the animal. It was digging at the ground lowering its head to charge at Elpis, knowing she couldn’t get there fast enough Telemachus grabbed a stone from the ground and threw it as hard as she could at the animal.

The boar stopped and turned slowly to look at her. It had a rage in its eye that Telemachus had only ever seen on humans. The screech of an owl caught her attention but she dared not turn to look at it. The boar was too large for her to fight, she would need to outsmart it, run it in circles until it got bored and left or was too tired to keep up the fight. Glancing behind her she saw one of the pillars of the palace and lined herself up in front of it. Starring down the boar she stomped and dug at the ground with her foot trying to antagonize it.

With a loud squeal it charged at her. All Telemachus could hear was her own heartbeat as she held her ground as long as she could. When every instinct was screaming at her to move she dove out of the way of the boar. The boar’s head turned to try and follow her but its body kept moving forward slamming into the pillar with enough force to cause cracking all along it. With as much force as she could Telemachus slammed the spear into its eye. The noise the creature made caused a painful ringing in her ears as she pulled away from it pulling her now blood covered spear with her. A door slammed and Telemachus assume Elpis must have gotten to safety.

Backing up Telemachus tried to come up with her next plan. The boar shook its body off and searched for her with its now one eye before finally seeing her and starting to line itself up. Telemachus felt herself trip a little and she looked down to see part of a very large stone sticking up from the ground. She slammed the end of her spear in the base of the stone and jammed it in as far as she could, she could hear the boar starting to charge at her. As quickly as she could she aimed the spear at the boars chest keeping the end shoved into the stone.

Slowing her breathing as much as she could she stayed still holding the spear at the correct angle. If she moved too soon the boars head wouldn’t be at the correct spot and the spear would miss its mark. When the boar was about to make contact with the spear Telemachus threw her body to the side just enough that she could still hold the spear in place but her vital were out of the path of the animal.

She had meant to let go of the spear, thought she would be able to feel the boar hit the end and then let go. Instead her hand had seemed to grip tighter and as the boar plowed through the spear it kept running a way with the spear inside its chest and her being dragged along side it. She felt a sharp snap in her ankle and screamed out as her hand finally let go of the spear. The boar only made it a few more steps before collapsing to the ground.

Writhing on the ground she clutched at her ankle trying to breathe through the pain. Her side and arm that had been holding the spear stung in a way that she couldn’t ignore but right now her brain was more focused on the searing pain of her ankle. Sounds of more boars caught her attention and she looked over to see more boars coming into view and she knew she was not going to be able to move to get away. They were smaller than the one she had dealt with, but there were at least ten of them.

A shout came up from behind the group of boars and an arrow landed in the eye of one of the animals. The suitors that had gone out hunting came into view behind the boars and to Telemachus’ relief she saw Antinous running his sword through the throat of one of the boars slaying in. He smiled victoriously looking back at the other men before turning to look for a new target. His eyes fell over Telemachus still laying on the ground and she watched his face fall.

She was covered in blood, that was the only thing his mind could focus on. He ran towards her, the others could deal with the boars that were left. When he was close enough he fell to his over her, his body acting as a shield should anymore danger come their way. He began touching her trying to figure out what blood was hers and if any wasn’t. She yelled in pain when he touched her arm and even with the blood he could see the skin of her arm was torn up as if it had been roughly scraped. Wiping the blood from her face he was pleased to see there were no wounds there.

“I think I broke my ankle.” She said weakly still trying to fight through the pain of it. He looked down at her ankle then, it was in the correct position, delicately he felt around it and she seethed in pain. Nothing felt broken, his guess from seeing similar injuries was a sprain. Looking up he saw the dead boar only a few feet from her.

“I don’t think it’s broken, just sprained. You should have stayed inside where it’s safe.” He lightly scolded.

“Elpis was in danger.” She answered. He grumbled at that but didn’t say anything more on it. Looking around he saw that the rest of the boars had been dispatched. He gently scooped her into his arms and stood up.

“Eurymachus fetch the healers, quickly.” He ordered before bringing her into the palace.

***

The healers were wrapping her ankle. She had been cleaned up and Antinous was pleased to see that most of the blood was not hers but the boars. The healers made sure that there were no other injuries, it seemed she managed to keep her stomach safe through the whole ordeal, not even a bruise was on her stomach. Because of that the healers believed the baby was fine. Her arm and side had been badly scraped from when she was dragged, but besides the ankle those were her only other injuries.

“She needs to be on bed rest for at least a month. Also, she should not undergo anymore stress. Calm and happy mothers create strong and healthy babies.” The healer was telling him. Antinous nodded as if he wasn’t doing his best to keep her safe, it was her causing all the problems. The Queen had already been by and checked on the princess before she was called to a meeting with the council to discuss the damages done by the boars before the suitors had killed them. Once the healers were done they left and Antinous pulled up a chair next to the bed.

“Are you angry with me?” Telemachus asked.

“No, I’m angry at Elpis for not getting out of the way, angry at the boar. I’m frustrated that you got hurt, and I’m irritated that you somehow keep finding yourself in these situations. But I’m not angry with you.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Do you think any of it will scar? I would super strong if it did.” She said with more excitement than Antinous would have like when discussing her getting injured.

“We can mount the head of the boar, make sure everyone knows you’re the one who killed it. Let’s not encourage you getting injured.” He sighed.

“You look strong because of your scars.” She argued.

“I look strong because I am strong. Don’t make me regret teaching you to use weapons.” He said defeated knowing that she wouldn’t have even thought to go out there had it not been for him insisting she learn to fight.

“I’ll try not to get into anymore danger.” She laughed. He groaned already exhausted with how much work his wife required just to keep her safe.

“I’m sleeping in this chair tonight, I don’t want to bump you in the night.” He told her as he moved to get comfortable.

Chapter 8: A fathers return

Summary:

Odysseus returns, his wife is locked in her room, his palace is trashed, and his throne needs therapy.

There were only a handful of people in the dining hall this early in the morning. He sat in a corner near the empty throne simply watching the various men that had been living in his palace. Maids and servants flirted with the unwanted guests as there were far too few guards. Cobwebs and cracked stone showed how little care had been taken of the home he built. The sound of giggling took him from his thoughts and he looked up to see who it was entering the dining hall now.

He felt his eyes widen in shock at the woman that was being led into the hall by a large scarred man he didn’t recognize. Penelope? No, Penelope wouldn’t be young anymore, and the eyes weren’t right, the hair shorter than how Penelope kept it. That could only mean that the woman in front of him was his daughter. A sharp pain hit his heart at seeing a woman where he had left an infant. Even more shocking was that she was obviously with child, and if the size of her belly was anything to go then he soon would be a grandfather.

The man led her to the throne and sat her down on it with a little protesting from her. He didn’t have to look to know that the man was kissing her, the noise loud enough.

“Not again.” One of the suitors groaned as he tried to look anywhere but the throne. Odysseus was glad he had a hood on that he could hide his shock in because all too quickly he heard the very clear sounds of lovemaking, one his throne.

“Must it be on the throne?” He heard his daughter ask with only mild annoyance.

“You’re the princess, you’re allowed to sit in it. Besides the poor throne looked lonely.” The man teased. If there was any debate that the woman was his child it was gone now with the man saying her title. As more people entered the dining hall he could see the eyerolls and heard the grumbles as they saw what was happening on the throne.

“Fuck, Antinous.” Telemachus panted and Odysseus regretting sitting as close to the throne as he did. Though now he had a name for the man, somewhere in the recesses of his mind he remembered a little boy name Antinous, not yet old enough to join him in going to war.

“That’s not my name when I’m fucking you.” Antinous whispered just loud enough for Odysseus to hear and he was starting to wish he had let Poseidon drown him.

“Daddy.” Telemachus breathed barely loud enough for Antinous to hear her but to Odysseus’ horror he still made out what the word was. He was gripping the table to hard he was certain he was about to break it. Perhaps he never should have gone to war. After what felt like forever the two finally finished and left the dining hall leaving Odysseus confused why they came out to the dining hall to do that in the first place.

Hoping that his daughter was still using her old nursery as her room he snuck around to the outside of the palace and stood under the window to her room. He saw her leaning on the window sill looking almost sad. Antinous came into view behind her kissing her neck with passion.

“Don’t look so dower. I’ll be back before dark.” Antinous assured her.

“You’re the one always saying it’s not safe for you to leave.” She grumbled in response.

“We made quite a scene this morning, the others will not realize I’m gone, they’ll simply think I’m spending the day enraptured with you. And I’m going to sneak out through the servants passages.” He said.

“Does there actually need to be a royal representative? You could just stay here enraptured with me instead.” She offered turning to pull him into a kiss.

“The storm was very intense, most of the docks have some kind of damage and some of the homes. Can’t have the people thinking their Queen doesn’t care about them.” He explained.

“Then have mother go.” She complained.

“That wouldn’t be safe. You’ll be fine, Elpis will bring you food throughout the day and check in on you. Try and stay out of trouble.” He laughed before walking out of view and Odysseus heard the distinct sound of a large door opening and closing. With a sigh Telemachus closed the shutters to her window blocking Odysseus’ view of his daughter.

***

He had seen her, had seen his wife, his Penelope. He couldn’t make himself known yet but his heart felt lighter for just having put eyes on her. The other suitors had spent hours unable to even string his bow let alone fire an arrow with it.

“Elpis you forgot the lamb.” A maid called from the kitchen and Odysseus turned to see the maid that had been mentioned by his daughters husband earlier. He mentally marked her as one of the maids that was likely on his families side.

“This challenge is impossible.” A suitor said defeated.

“It must be a trick, there’s no stringing this thing.” Another yelled as he tossed the bow into one of the lit braziers.

“Antinous took what he wanted, and now he has a princess and a baby on the way. Yet we try and follow etiquette and look where we are.” Another complained.

“Speaking of, where is the prince by marriage? I haven’t seen him since his little performance this morning.” A suitor pondered loud enough to be heard.

“That man hasn’t missed a meal his whole life.”

“And that cute maid is hardly bringing enough food to their room for two of them.”

“I heard he’s down at the docks, leaving the palace empty of any true protection.”

“He wouldn’t be expecting us to be waiting for him in the shadows, to ensure that he never makes it home.”

“And with him gone there would be no one left to protect the Queen.”

“And the princess is in no condition to put up a fight.” Another laughed darkly. From the corner of his eye Odysseus saw Elpis quickly put down the tray she was holding and run from the dining hall. The suitors continued to plan darker and darker actions and Odysseus finally had enough, he reached for his bow.

***

“My princess, my princess!” Elpis yelled as she crashed into Telemachus’ room.

“What’s the matter?” She asked.

“The suitors, they are planning a coup. They are planning to attack.” Elpis said out of breath. Telemachus sucked in a breath. She went to the window opening the shutters hoping to see Antinous on his way home but the path to the dock was empty.

“Have all the guards go to the Queen’s room and defend it. Gather any servants still loyal to the family and bring them here, we’ll barricade the door until Antinous returns. Go now!” Telemachus commanded and Elpis turned and darted from the room.
Antinous had left his armor behind and Telemachus rifled through it until she found his Linothorax, it was just flexible enough being made of thick linen that she was able to wrap it over her belly, it was hardly how the armor was meant to be worn, but at least her baby would have added protection. Grabbing her spear she walked outside her room to see that her guards were already gone likely having run to her mother’s room.

“Athena, if you’re listening. I could use advice.” She called to the empty hallway. The world held it’s breath, the typical signal that Athena was near. Telemachus turned to see the goddess in front of her.

“Do not show mercy.” Athena said before disappearing revealing a charging suitor behind her. Telemachus got into position and plunged her spear into the mans belly stopping him in his tracks, he slowly fell from the spear to the floor.

***

One of the maids running in the group was not loyal to the royal family, Elpis knew this but hadn’t wanted to waste the time separating her from the group. A suitor dropped next to them an arrow in his neck. Elpis found herself running next to the woman in question. Without letting herself think about it too much she tripped the woman watched her hit the ground hard. She heard the arrow before she saw it as it buried itself in the disloyal maids eye. Elpis did not look back again.

***

Odysseus hoped he was correct in taking the sign that having a maid he believed loyal trip another meant the tripped maid was not worth keeping alive. Either way he didn’t have time to dwell on it as another suitor fell to his arrow.

A loud shout caught his attention and he turned to see Antinous pull his sword from a suitors throat. A wicked grin on his face as he turned, used his sword to block the sword of a suitor before punching the man in the face twice before he finally ran his sword through the mans stomach. Antinous’ eyes fell on Odysseus next and he began quickly moving towards him. Just in time Odysseus raised his bow, knocked with an arrow, and aim at the mans throat, Antinous stopped with his sword at Odysseus’ throat.

“Use your sword to lower my hood.” Odysseus commanded and bewildered Antinous did as he said. The look of shock on the mans face let Odysseus know that we was automatically recognized.

“King Odysseus.” Antinous questioned confused.

“Husband of my daughter.” Odysseus greeted with a grin. Antinous puffed out his chest in pride.

“She said you would come back. I have to make sure she’s safe.” Antinous said as he began to move towards the hall leading to the princess’s room.

“Get off me!” Was yelled loud enough that Antinous’ heart sank, knowing it was Telemachus’ voice. He was moving before he could think, running towards the sound, only vaguely aware of Odysseus running behind him.

When he arrived at his and Telemachus’ room he saw a group of thirty or so suitors gathered at the door. In the doorway Eurymachus stood with Telemachus’ hair in his hand and a dagger at her throat, behind them the maids and servants cowered in the room. He heard Odysseus getting into position somewhere behind him and he began pushing through the crowd towards his once friend.

“There you are Antinous. You wife was getting worried.” Eurymachus taunted and Telemachus growled at him.

“Brother, let her go, let’s you and I fight this out.” Antinous offered trying his best to hide his worry.

“One more step and we’ll be finding out if she’ll resist bleeding out long enough to hear your child’s cries as I carve it from her womb.” Eurymachus threatened in a way that showed he was serious. Antinous didn’t get a chance to respond as an arrow entered Eurymachus’ wrist causing him to drop the dagger screaming. The suitors near him turned and began engaging in battle with him.

Telemachus wasted no time pulling the arrow from Eurymachus’ wrist and stabbing him in the eye with it, and then the throat, and finally she plunged it into his mouth. Reaching down she picked up her spear where she had dropped it and buried it into a suitors throat as he tried to run past her. It was hard to choose her next target as they kept falling to arrows and Antinous’ sword but she was able to catch four more off guard and kill them before they realized she was there.

The hallway was quiet and Telemachus was panting looking around waiting to see if any men still moved. A man she didn’t know slowly started walking towards her and she raised her spear towards him. The man didn’t flinch at her actions and starred at her with tears in his eyes. It only took a moment before her mind made a connection with the man in front of her and all the statues and paintings she grew up with.

“Father?” She asked dropping her spear.

“My child, my pride, sweetest joy I’ve known. I’ve spent so many years trying to return to you.” Odysseus said not bothering to wipe away his tears as he walked closer to her. She was crying well before he reached her and she ran forward throwing her arms around him.

“I’ve always thought of what I would say to you, spent years hoping I would make you proud. And now, I can’t think of anything.” She cried into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms tightly around her crying as well.

“Look at you, a grown woman, a soldier defending the palace, and soon a mother. How could you think I wouldn’t be proud of you. My child I’m finally home.” He managed to say between tears.

“I’ve missed you.” She sobbed.

“I love you.” He whispered back. They stayed that way for a long time, neither wishing to be the first to let go. Telemachus was aware of Antinous ordering the servants around but she didn’t care.

“We have to tell mother your home.” Telemachus said finally but made no move to let go of her father.

“Why don’t you go and tell her.” He suggested pulling away from her and wiping the tears from her face. She nodded before walking off towards her mothers room.

“She killed ten of them judging by the wounds.” Antinous told Odysseus as he was checking the bodies on the ground making sure they were truly dead, and applying a quick dagger to the throat to any that still breathed.

“She gets it from her mother.” Odysseus said wiping away his tears, Antinous let out a laugh at that. Odysseus then wondered a little ways away and to Antinous seemed to be lost in thought.

“She’s waiting father.” Telemachus said as she returned with a handful of guards with her. Odysseus nodded his understanding and began moving towards his old room.

“Are you hurt little wolf?” Antinous asked as he embraced his wife.

“Some small scrapes, but otherwise I’m fine.” She answered letting herself sink into her husbands embrace.

“Stay by my side while I help the servants with the bodies. I obviously can’t ever leave you alone.” He joked as he kissed her.

***

“She drugged you?” Odysseus asked with a laugh. He was doing his best to distract the father to be as the princess was yelling from labor behind the door to her room.

“Yup, manipulative creature. It seemed she wanted me, and she was stopping at nothing to have me.” Antinous said though there was no hiding the worry on his face or the bouncing of his leg as he sat on the ground. Odysseus looked at him with sympathy.
“The healers are with her, and Penelope. She’ll be alright.” Odysseus reassured him.

“I’ve heard men talk of the stress of their wives in labor. I always assumed they were being weak and emotional. After all, women do it all the time. Yet here I am feeling like I’m somehow not protecting her while she’s in danger.” Antinous said as he thumped his head on the wall behind him.

“It’s not a danger either of us can protect them from.” Odysseus said. The screaming died down and was replaced with the sound of babies cry. The door opened a crack and Penelope stepped out.

“It’s a boy.” She announced. Without thinking Antinous darted into the room, it smelled of battle, blood and entrails. But all that mattered was his wife sitting in the bed looking exhausted but most definitely alive. He ran towards her tightly embracing her.
“Careful, the baby.” Telemachus scolded and Antinous looked down to see the small child wrapped in a blanket in Telemachus’ arms. He got into the bed, pulling her to be sitting between his legs and up against his chest.

“You did such a good job.” He praised her as he wrapped his arms around her and the baby at the same time.

“I feel like death.” She responded laying her head back against him.

“Look at the little prince.” Odysseus said as he entered the room. He placed a hands on the babies head and smiled down at him.

“I was going to name him after you.” Telemachus said tiredly. She really just wanted to fall asleep in her husbands arms.

“I would be honored.” Odysseus answered with tears in his eyes. Antinous kissed the top of her head as she started to doze off.

“Let her get some sleep. Antinous, do not drop that baby. The healers and I will be just outside the door if you need us.” Penelope said as she ushered everyone from the room. Antinous held his baby as Telemachus’ arms slowly lowered from her falling asleep.