Ulysses and the Lotus Eaters
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Published February 2006
(reissue)
Fantasy/mythology/erotic fiction
Copyright 2006 Marie Belle
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“Who are you, Captain? Why have you come to our shores?” she asked, her green eyes roamed over my figure, calculating.
“I am Ulysses.” I was unsure if I should give this temptress much more information than that. Her eyes lit with recognition of my name, and I had to be cautious.
“Ulysses from the Trojan War?”
“Yes.”
A dark eyebrow rose in disbelief. “I heard Ulysses was on the island of Calypso, there to serve the nymph in her lusting desires.”
“This is true, but I was set free.”
She paused then said, “The war ended eight years ago.”
“I know. Long time to wait.”
She nodded and waved a hand to her female attendants. She was surrounded by feminine beauty, and my men moved restlessly behind me as we stood upon the beach. We were met by this woman leader and her entourage.
“And what island is this?” I asked.
“You are upon the small island of Lotuthia. I am Queen Basilia, and you, Captain Ulysses, and your crew are welcome.”
We followed the queen and her people inland. Before leaving the ship behind, I left a few trusted crew members on guard, among them was Aegis, my first mate. “Stay here and remain on board. If we don’t return in two days time, come and find us,” I instructed.
I hoped my precautions were unneeded.
We walked to her village and along the way she asked, “Tell me Captain Ulysses, how were you able to leave the nymph Calypso? I heard she made you her captive?”
“I was an unwilling captive. Everyday, I sat upon a rock looking over the sea, praying that one day I would be shown mercy to leave. ”
“Yet you made love to her.”
“I’m only a man, a man with needs. Even though I love my Penelope, I can not deny my lusts.” I came to the truth of my needs long ago. Physical relief was apart of life, and a man must find an outlet. Penelope understood this, I knew. She was connected to my heart and soul, but my body had urges of its own. “Calypso is beautiful and tempting, and she made me her playmate when the need arose.”
We had arrived at a grand marble courtyard, people mulling about with no obvious purpose. No vendors of any kind sold wares to the passers by, which struck me as odd. At a closer look into the faces of the people, I noticed a hazed gaze about their eyes. What was the reason behind their strange behavior? I need to be wary of my actions. The populous appeared to be in an unnatural state of careless utopia.
“Excuse me while I make plans for a celebration this evening. We hope to offer you and your men our hospitality and entreat you to stay for a while,” she said, breaking into my thoughts. She turned and instructed her attendants quietly.
I watched her closely. This woman moved with the grace of a queen, and the ease of a cat hunting its prey. Her leather corset clung to her shapely figure, and about her left arm, she wore an archer’s gauntlet. She was a warrior queen.
And I wanted to fuck her.
She turned to glance at me as she spoke softly with her attendants, and my eyes were drawn to her red tinted lips. Each movement was a seduction. Her eyes silently entreated me from across the room.
I was glad the leather of my breeches hid the hard cock growing within. It had been a year since I felt the supple flesh of a willing woman.
Much too long.