Epilogue: Odysseia Is Gone

The years went by and without another word from Odysseia Penelope began to grow less and less confident in her wife’s abilities to return. The storms of the seas began to clear, the coldness of winter turned to the calming warmth of summer, and yet still the shores remain clear.

As the time of the summer solstice ran around, on the 25th anniversary of Odysseia’s departure, Penelope finally caved to the will of her people. The country demanded a leader, and Penelope was too unfit to lead. Her years waiting for Odysseia had made her soft, unsure of herself. With her confidence gone and her body used almost daily for the pleasure of her many suitors, she had run out of options.

“Th-thank you… Antinous.” Penelope said as she received yet another load from the bodacious man, coating her face. Despite the most humbling of acts her thanks was genuine. He had originally planned to impregnate her tonight, but due to the pleas of the Queen he relented for yet another night, only as a condition he could mark her face.

The man smirked as he finished his duty before putting on his robe once more. “No need to thank me, you’re heinous.” The words dripped of sarcasm as he chuckled. “Once you have come to your senses I am sure you will be asking me to give you a worthy heir by tomorrow.”

As he said that it’s like he knew Telemacha was waiting just outside, so he said it loud enough for the younger woman to hear. Even as the door opened, revealing the two of them to each other, his smirk only grew wider as he passed, and gave Telemacha a quick playful spank as he passed.

Despite a quiet yelp Telemacha was unfazed by this display. It was something she had seen numerous times the past few years, and as she stared down at Penelope her heart sank once again.

“Mother…” Telemacha finally says softly as she stands at her chamber doors, watching as her mother hobbles out of bed once more after satisfying another suitor. Her body was coated in cum, her legs shaking, and defeat laid across her face.

“Do not speak, my sweet.” Penelope said softly, her voice no more confident than her demeanor appeared. She leaned against the frame of her bed, made of the same oak tree Odysseia had carved just for her. How many times has she been used in this bed? How many years of constant sexual torture and bliss could she endure before she finally admitted the truth?

Odysseia was gone.

“Mother I am grown.” Telemacha said as she helped her mother rest on the bed, softly caressing her back, but stopping as the load of the foul man dripped across her fingertips. “Let me address the men downstairs. I am the rightful heir to the throne, I am your daughter, and the blood of Odysseia.” She says, before standing up and in front of her mother, as if to present herself. “I shall save Ithaca, and you, mother. Please, allow me to do so.”

Penelope smiled, but it was pathetic. Her eyes stared off, beyond her daughter, into the seas once more. It was like she was waiting, one last time, for Odysseia’s return. But after a couple seconds she only sighed and moved to her feet.

“Antinous has already laid claim.” She says, her voice cold and unforgiving. “He shall be crowned tomorrow.” Her voice choked, a single tear resting down her cheek now as she moved towards her bathing chambers.

Telemacha was flabbergasted. Her mind scrambled for a response, and before she could even properly think of one her words spoke before her mind confirmed it.

“Then I shall challenge him this evening!” She said quickly, causing Penelope to freeze. “If he is a man of honor, and a true king, he will accept my challenge. Winner regains the throne of Ithaca.”

Penelope’s back was to her daughter, but even then Telemacha knew her mother enough to know. The way her back tensed, and her shoulders tightened, she was about to cry. And the choking in her throat as her words came out only confirmed her suspicion.

“You… sound just like her.” Penelope said, once again refusing to turn around as she took a deep breath. “Do what you must, my daughter. Just know that I cannot help you, no matter the outcome.”

Penelope did not speak again, but no words were needed. She had her mothers blessing, and as Penelope moved to bathe and remove Antinous’s cum off her body, Telemacha moved back to the main dining hall to find the soon-to-be king of Ithaca.