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The gentle come and go of the waves was the first thing Polites felt when he woke up, brushing up calmly across his body at a rhythmic pace.
His eyes slowly opened, straining to see much of anything. “Ugh… Where am I?”
The grainy sand rubbed uncomfortably against his cheek as he crawled across the beach, slipping on his own aching muscles and faceplanting right back into the ground. He spat out sand and coughed out seawater. His throat felt salty and dry.
When he finally got up on his feet, his eyes had finally finished adjusting to the bright sun, seemingly reflecting off the sand and into his eyes like it was made of diamonds. Polites almost had half a mind to dig around the beach and find buried treasure deep within its bowels. Not that treasure mattered to him anymore, not when he had lost…
The memory suddenly struck him like a bolt of lightning. Memories of his homeland, Troy, being burned to the ground by the Greeks. Though it had been weeks since that day, he remembered it all like it was yesterday. The smell of smoke covered his brain, and the sound of screaming children filled his ears. He fell back onto his knees, thinking about it. His sister, Cassandra, had predicted the whole disaster, but no one had believed her… Gods, why hadn’t he believed her? Maybe if he’d just stood by her side, agreed with her, maybe his home wouldn’t be…
He pressed his fingers hard against his temple. He had to remember more. He had to remember how he got here…
After the fall of Troy, his poor father had been slaughtered by Neoptolemus while his mother, fated to be executed by those damn Greeks, threw herself into the sea in sorrow over the death of her husband and many children… So many of Polites’ kin had fallen that day, most not even with a blade in their hand, caught unaware by Odysseus’ cunning plan.
If it hadn’t been for Helen, he surely would have died. He stood there that night, in the throne room where Neoptolemus had broken in. He axed the door down, ready to enact vengeance on Priam and his sons and daughters. Polites stood there in that room, along with his father and Helen. Neoptolemus struck down his father first, though Polites attempted to repel the attacker, he proved no match for the mighty son of Achilles. The man pulled his axe from his father’s skull, his blood splattering for the last time, and laid his stained eyes on him. Neoptolemus raised his axe on the unarmed prince, and if it hadn’t been for Helen throwing herself in front of Polites, he would have surely died that night.
Helen, the poor woman at the heart of this whole conflict, though she could not be blamed for it. The blame lay solely with the gods and with his idiot of a brother, Paris. Such an arrogant, foolish man. Polites had pleaded with him countless times to let the woman go, to let her return to her husband, and to end this pointless war, but he had refused at every turn, staying safely behind the walls of Troy and shooting his cowardly arrows at the Greeks. Polites felt terrible for her ever since she arrived in Troy, so he did everything he could along with Hector to make her stay there as comfortable as possible.
Neoptolemus spared his life, thank the gods, but that only left him one path left in life, that of a slave. He was given as property to Menelaus, the Spartan king and husband to Helen. Though Helen had tried comforting him that night, telling him that everything would be alright, he couldn’t stop weeping in her arms, the blood of his father still tainting his once royal tunic.
He was locked up in one of the king’s ship, luckily for him, Helen made sure that he was treated well. He was fed just as much as a regular soldier and given just as much freedom, though he was under much more supervision and, predictably, not allowed to carry a weapon. Then one day, a massive storm hit the fleet. He watched the waves crash hard against the ship’s exterior, his hands gripped tightly to the mast of the ship as to not get knocked off of it.
A particularly large wave then hit the ship. It was as if Poseidon himself sent it. The boat snapped right in half, splitting in two from the middle and sending Polites tumbling down. He hit his head on the railing and was knocked right out.
And now he found himself here, on this strange island.
There was no strange smell in the air, no strange noises to be heard, but something about this island just screamed ‘Divine’. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter for now, he supposed. The sun was beating down on him particularly hard, and he was starving. Shelter and sustenance were all that mattered to him right now.
He strode, exploring the island at the speed he could manage, which wasn’t very fast due to his aching body. His legs felt like they would give out at any moment, but still he forced them to go on.
Not far from the beach he found a statue, one of a god he recognized immediately.
The sun god, Apollo. The protector of Troy, it’s patron deity.
Polites felt a smile curl up his tired face almost immediately seeing the god’s divine features carved into the sparkling marble. Was this island dedicated to the god? Or even perhaps it was his home. He fell to his knees, his legs aching upon hitting the ground’s gravel, but he didn’t care. His arms raised to the sky, he started praying to the Deity like he’d done a million times before.
“O Lord Apollo. He who rains down arrows on his enemies. He who protected Troy from the relentless Greeks. Son of king Zeus and of graceful Leto, brother of Artemis, I beg of you; lay upon your humble subject your protection. I have nothing to offer but my pleas, for I have lost everything in the sacking of Troy, I ask only that you guide my way in these times.”
Polites muttered the prayer, sending all of his mental power towards the statue as if it would help his message pass. No doubt Apollo would hear his prayer eventually, but without an offering, it would probably take a long time for him to even get noticed. Polites just hoped he wouldn’t lose his life before then.
Well, no use staying besides the statue. Despite how much it calmed him down, staring into the statue’s gorgeous face wouldn’t fill up his stomach, unless he decided to eat some marble. That would most likely get the sun god’s attention but would also most definitely result in him being struck down. Bad.
He put away his rock-eating thoughts and resumed his exploration. He looked for a path to follow, and to his surprise, he actually found one. Feeling somewhat relieved, he decided to follow it.
The path continued for a very, very long time. Polites’ knees kept buckling under the weight of his body. He momentarily remembered the way his father would always complain about his knees. The former prince felt a smile tug at his lips for a moment before images of his old man’s demise flashed before his eyes.
He kept moving.
After what felt like forever, he finally found traces of human-made construction. God-made construction? If this island did belong to Apollo, it would stand to reason that he would have built this himself, but all that stood before him was a rickety wooden fence, unevenly nailed and threatening to almost fall apart. Polites thought wall building was one of god’s strengths, having built the impregnable wall that surrounded Troy. Behind the fence, Polites could see animals in the distance. He squinted to make them out, and there he saw…
A whole herd of cows. Multicoloured, rainbow cows.
Polites’ heart jumped a beat. Could this herd of cows be the sun god’s golden cattle!? If it was, he wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or terrified. On one hand, this meant that the land was truly sacred, unlike any he’d ever stepped foot on before. It meant Apollo would be much likelier to notice him shortly.
On the other hand… it meant messing with any part of this island would probably result in immediate and extremely painful death. Or who knows, Apollo might unleash flesh-eating bacteria on him and watch him slowly perish for disturbing his beloved cows.
Polites gulped.
“Nowhere to go but forward…” He whispered to himself.
He went to open the door and was surprised to find it wasn’t even closed. If these cows were divine, he supposed it made sense that they were well behaved enough not to wander off. Polites lightly pushed the gate, and it opened with a long creak. The former prince flinched hearing it. Everything on this island was so serene and quiet. The sound felt like it completely disturbed the peace.
He took a ginger step forward, placing his feet into the meadow. In the back of his mind, he feared that stepping foot on such sacred ground might incinerate him on the spot, but his body remained very corporeal and very not burned. Despite wearing sandals, Polites swore he could feel the grass on his soles. It didn’t feel bad, though. It felt more like a cool and soft carpet. He felt his body melt touching it and just wanted to lay down in the grass and fall asleep in it. With how exhausted he felt, he thought that this nap would probably feel even more peaceful than all the luxurious nights he spent in his royal chambers back in Troy.
As he lost himself in his thoughts, he didn’t realize that one of the cows, seemingly curious by his presence, had decided to come and investigate the presence of this strange human. It mooed and tilted its head at Polites, who smiled seeing its cute face.
Polites reached its hand towards the creature. “Hello there, girl.” The cow immediately nuzzled its head into his hand, and Polites melted further. She was so precious. Instead of black spots, this cow had red ones, as well as big, golden eyes, though those eyes were closed in utmost serenity as Polites brushed his hand alongside the cow’s neck as to pet her some more.
“I’m sorry to intrude on your island, little one, but you are just the cutest thing! He patted her a bit harder with his other hand, and she let out a playful moo. Despite his exhaustion, Polites couldn’t help but smile ear to ear, he’s always loved animals.
The cow licked his hand with her big, slimy tongue and suddenly pulled away, walking back to the rest of her rainbow herd.
Polites felt a tad disappointed. He thought they were bonding. But then the cow stopped right in its tracks and looked behind her, straight into Polites’ eyes.
“What’s wrong, girl?” He asked. “Want me to follow you?”
The cow didn’t say anything, on account of being a cow, and just resumed its stride towards the others of her kind. Polites took that as a yes and started following her.
He ran until he stood by her side again, then walked with her at an almost infuriatingly slower pace. He found himself making small talk to the cow.
“Nice day today, isn’t it?”
“Mooo.”
“Right, right. Is it always this nice out?”
“Mooo!”
“Ah, of course.”
He does not speak Cow.
They reached the rest of the herd when the cow stopped. Though they were mostly scattered about, each wandering and doing their own thing, seeing Polites approach seemed to have stirred the beasts’ curiosity. They quickly crowded around him and started sniffing the former prince.
“H-hey, you girls are- Agh!” He let out a surprised yelp as one of the cows, this one with green spots, had slid her slimy tongue across his hand. Polites looked at her, and she stared back with those big, golden eyes of hers. Looking around, it seemed all the cows had those same golden eyes.
The cow that had licked him tilted its head and scooted herself closer to Polites’ hand, nudging his hand so he would pet her.
He happily obliged.
“Awe, you’re all so darn cute!” He said. He must be in heaven, surrounded by such a friendly herd of adorable cows. He needed to give them all the attention they deserved, doing any less would be sacrilege. He gave every cow an even amount of pats and scratches. They sounded so pleased, and Polites cherished their pleased moos. He felt so happy, he could almost forget he’d lost everything he’d ever loved a few weeks ago!
“Yeaahh, who’s a good girl? Who’s a good girl??” He said as he scratched behind one of the cows’ ears. “You are, yes you a-”
He was stopped in his tracks as he saw something in the distance.
A solitary cow, just sitting in the field alone. It hadn’t followed the rest of the herd for some reason. It just stayed there, looking directly at the sun, its hands rested against-
Wait, hands??
Was that… a person?
Polites squinted, and lo and behold, it truly was a person. A person wearing some sort of… cow onesie.
Was that perhaps the herdsman? Did Lord Apollo have his staff dress like cows for fun? To keep it on theme? He supposed he was always somewhat of a jokester. This seemed strange, though, even for him.
He forged a path for himself through the very needy cows. “Calm down, girls.” He reassured them. “I’ll be back, alright?”
A symphony of sad and displeased moos echoed through the valley.
“Hello!” He said to the person ahead, though they did not respond to his greeting.
“Hello?” He tried again.
No response still. They stayed seated on their ass, not moving an inch.
Polites grew a bit annoyed. Were they ignoring him on purpose? It’s not like there was much in this field that could distract him from Polites’ call.
He decided to walk at a more aggressive pace towards the person. If they were just going to ignore him, he’d force them not to, simple as that.
Sniff sniff
Though he could only see the back of the strange cow onesie-wearing person, he could hear the sound of their nose acting up, as if they’d picked up a smell. They dropped their head to the floor and started inhaling deeper, like a dog following a scent.
Polites watched in confusion as the strange… creature did this. Eventually, after a concerning amount of time, it figured out that the smell was coming from behind it. He slowly turned around, and Polites finally saw its face: A chiselled jawline, tan skin, trimmed brown beard-
Wait.
Oh no. Oh no no no-
Polites backed up as he realized the identity of the man standing before him. His eyes widened in horror as his deep golden eyes bore into his, the picture of innocence on his face.
Odysseus of Ithaca.
Wearing a cow onesie.
His hands instinctively reached for his sword, a sword he hadn’t held in weeks. Once he realized it wasn’t there, he raised his hands and balled them into fists, ready to fight the man who’d caused the sacking of his beloved city. Anger and fear coursed through his body. Polites had faced Odysseus a few times on the battlefield, and he knew what a mighty opponent he was: cunning, tricksy, and his raw strength was nothing to scoff at either. If he lowered his guard for even a second, no doubt Polites would end up dead.
Yet Odysseus did not attack. In fact, he didn’t even react to Polites’ presence. Did he truly not recognize him? He stared in confusion at Polites’ balled fists, tilting his head in wonder.
“What are you doing here!” Polites questioned. “This island is sacred to Apollo, is it not? You city-sacker! You destroyed the city so near to his heart, you aren’t welcome here!” He gritted his teeth in anger. Were this island not deeply sacred, he would not hesitate to rush the commander right there and then and spill his filthy blood across the valley.
Odysseus stared at him for a few more moments. Then, Polites saw his mouth gape a bit. What words did he have for himself? Would he try to explain himself, or would he speak on hubris? Either way, Polites prepared himself for the inevitable sickness he would feel for the words this vile deceiver would spout.
“Moo.”
.
.
.
What.
Did he just… moo?
Not a very cowlike moo, to be frank. It truly just sounded like a man trying to replicate a moo, which is what he would… No, who was he kidding? Nothing about this situation is what he expected. Why did Odysseus of fucking Ithaca just moo at him!?
“Moo.”
Another one. Was he messing with him or something? What kind of joke even was that??
“C-come on! Say something for yourself.” Polites yelled in anger. “And don’t you dare-”
“Mooo!”
Gods fucking strike him down where he stands right now.
Polites took another chance to look at the… the king. Thinking back, Odysseus didn’t have those same golden eyes when he faced him on the battlefield. Thinking back more recently, those were the same eyes that the rest of the cattle had. What in Hades did this mean?
Odysseus took a single step forward. Polites flinched and instinctively took a step back. “O-oh, you wanna go now? C-come on, fight me. I’m not afraid of you!” Polites challenged.
Odysseus took another step forward, but Polites couldn’t sense any aggressiveness coming from him, and that freaked him out even more. With every step Odysseus took, Polites took another one back, like some sort of dance between a predator and its prey, but in this case, the predator was a rather inoffensive cow onesie-wearing Greek commander.
Eventually, Polites hit his foot on a root. With a yelp, he was sent falling down on his butt, using his hands to catch his fall. While recovering from the pain, it seemed that Odysseus had managed to close the distance. He stared into Polites with such intensity, but it was almost like he wasn’t actually looking at him, more like… right through him, or into his soul. Whatever it was, it freaked Polites out.
Odysseus now stood right above him, standing before him in that dumb outfit of his. He blocked the sun from view and cast his dark shadow on Polites like a cloak. Polites gulped. He felt like he was completely at his mercy now, on the ground like this before one of his greatest enemies. He didn’t see a weapon on the commander, but knowing his usual tricksy schemes, he could very well have one hidden on his person- Oh okay Odysseus is climbing on him now.
Polites pulled his face back as Odysseus’ got closer, but that left his neck exposed for the other man to bury his face in. He breathed in deeply, sending shivers down his spine. Was he smelling weak points? Did he have that power?? Or perhaps this was a Greek tactic designed to confuse your-
He licked him.
Polites couldn’t even react, he was too shocked. The warm, wet sensation running across his neck was the last thing he’d ever expect. He felt a deep crimson rise up his cheeks. His entire body felt as hot as that damn tongue.
Odysseus licked him again, harder this time. His tongue starting at the former prince’s collarbone and running all the way up to below his ear, the lingering saliva coating now coating him felt cold as a gentle breeze passed by.
“W-what’s happening?” Polites asked himself, still stunned and slightly aroused.
The commander wasn’t done playing with him, it seemed. With a free hand, he was starting to undo Polites’ chiton. The former prince’s eyes widened at the motion. He felt Odysseus’ warm hands, starting at his midriff and slowly making their way up his toned chest.
Polites jumped as he felt the hands reach his nipples. He reached for Odysseus’ wrists and pulled them away from his body. What the hell was the king thinking, touching him like this!? They were mortal enemies. They should be fighting to the death right now, ripping each other apart, not doing… whatever this was.
He looked Odysseus in the eyes, in his stupid, big, kind of cute golden eyes. No, not cute!
“Come on, Odysseus. Whatever it is you’re doing, stop it! You’re not gonna get me to lose my guard just by wearing a stupid cow outfit.”
Odysseus stared back at him, a look of pure confusion and thoughtlessness on his face.
He leaned forward and licked the tip of Polites’ nose.
Polites blushed harder. He truly couldn’t see a hint of deceitfulness or malice in Odysseus’ eyes, and that just pissed him off even more. What the hell was he supposed to do with this?
In fact, the more he looked at the man in front of him, the more his anger started to fade away. He just looked so… innocent, like he’s only ever known bliss. Which was far from the truth, considering all the innocent Trojans that had lost their lives at the hand of his sword and wit.
Polites sighed. “You’re not messing with me, are you?” He asked him. “You’re really just like… whatever this is.” He looked him up and down. Darn it, the cow outfit was getting cuter the more he looked at it.
“Moo!” Odysseus agreed, or at least Polites thinks he agreed.
“Alright then…” Whatever was up with Odysseus, at least it was clear that he wasn’t going to hurt him. “I’m not really sure where to go from here. I- Hey!”
Odysseus used his hooves- no, not hooves! Hands. He used his hands to pin him down. He stared at Polites hungrily, his vacant eyes filled with pure lust as he stared at the cut fabric in the former prince's tattered clothes. Damn, despite the cu- stupid cow outfit, he still was pretty strong. His nails dug slightly uncomfortably into Polites’ skin. He wasn’t so strong that Polites couldn’t throw him off if he wanted to, though. He just didn’t do it for… reasons.
Odysseus let out a small, breathy moo as he rubbed his crotch against Polites’ leg, his head rested on the middle of Polites’ chest. The vibration of the sound shooting straight into his heart, pumping blood right into his-
He felt himself blush harder.
He considered pushing Odysseus off him. That definitely was what he should do. He should feel disgusted at what was happening before him right now. There were a lot of things that he should be doing.
But he didn’t feel like doing those things.
No, he felt like doing nothing. Despite his… complicated feelings for the man, Odysseus looked like he was in pure bliss right now. He’d feel too terrible pulling away from him. The sweet little sounds that escaped his mouth were just so… No. Stop that, Polites. You have no particular feelings towards this.
No, he was just… letting Odysseus do as he pleased out of the kindness of his own heart. If the man wanted to relieve himself on his leg, then Polites had no particular feelings about that. Nope, none at all. Perhaps he would even regain a normal state after reaching climax, and they could get back to doing normal things, like, you know, killing each other.
Either way, it’s not like Polites was going to join or anything.
Polites lay on the ground, his tunic and belt thrown somewhere to the side, and on top of him sat Odysseus.
How in Hades did he allow this madness to get this far?
Polites attempted to remove the cow outfit from Odysseus before continuing, but that caused the man to let out a plethora of sad and scared moos. His big eyes filled with tears the moment Polites even attempted it, so he decided to leave it alone. Luckily (‘luckily’), Odysseus seemed to understand his desire, and he pulled at his own sewn tail. A square of fabric came undone at its edges and revealed the man’s butt.
Huh. Neat, he supposed.
Before Polites could even do anything, Odysseus went to work, shoving the hard cock in his mouth, fully taking it until it reached the back of his throat. The warm, wet feeling caught Polites off guard and sent his head backwards in bliss. He closed his eyes as Odysseus continued the motion, sucking hard and rubbing his tongue across the shaft.
It had been so long since he’d had sex with anyone, and he wasn’t used to being the one served like this, usually serving as the submissive in the act, so this was a nice change of pace for him.
And at this point, he was only slightly disturbed by the distributor of these feelings.
Odysseus gave Polites a final lick, starting from the base till it reached the tip, his tongue catching the tiniest bit of precome in the process. He stared into Polites’ eyes the entire time, his golden eyes, which had previously seemed so vacant, now directly focused on him and him alone. This was more akin to the stare he remembered from the warrior Odysseus, deep and intense, focused on a single point.
It just so happened that the point in question here was to pleasure him.
“F-fuck, Odysseus…” Polites panted out, trying desperately not to come right there and then, but the man wasn’t making it easy for him. “You’re… Really good. I never could’ve imagined the greatest mind of the Greeks was also such a great cocksucker.”
“Moo!”
Right.
The king climbed further across Polites body until the former prince’s dick rested against the exterior of his ass, teasing for what was about to come. His own erect cock lay on Polites’ stomach, leaking a large amount of precome from the tip, which had started pooling into a small puddle.
Polites gulped, nervous for what was about to happen. He stared into Odysseus’ eyes, lustful and half-lidded. His face was flush with an adorable shade of pink, his mouth slightly agape and drooling a little string of saliva, threatening to soon spill onto Polites’ body.
“Are you- are you sure you want to do this?” Polites asked, unsure if his voice would even reach the other man.
If it did, Odysseus didn’t show it. He lifted his hips and positioned himself so Polites’ dick would be facing his entrance, and he slowly went down. Polites let out a surprised moan at how easy it was for him to slide into the man’s hole. So loose it had barely needed preparation, other than the coating of saliva Odysseus had left on his cock.
Polites never would have imagined a king’s hole to be so loose.
His entire body felt hot as Odysseus continued his way down, sheathing the cock inside his ass until it reached the base. Polites could feel Odysseus’ small tremors reverberate through his body, shooting straight to his prostate. He looked up at the man to see how he was doing and saw an expression of pure bliss and pleasure on his face.
“O-Odysseus, I-”
Before he could say anything, his voice caught in his own throat, coming out instead as a strangled moan as Odysseus lifted his hips. He felt cold wind hit his previously warm cock only for a second before Odysseus let himself fall back onto it, a loud moo of pleasure ripping from his throat. Polites shakily placed his hands onto the man’s hip, trying to guide him at a speed he could dictate so he wouldn’t come too quickly. Odysseus seemed to instantly react to the touch, his body now following every small movement that Polites made.
“M-moo…” He moaned, Polites both hated and revelled in how lustful the strange moan sounded.
Odysseus’ hips followed the movement of his hands, going up and down at an increasingly fast rhythmic pace. Those sweet sounds that Polites was frustratingly finding himself enjoying more and more kept coming out of Odysseus as he hit deep inside of the king, aiming for his prostate. Strings after strings of precome came flying out in ropes in excessive amounts.
Then, Polites suddenly just stopped. Odysseus, panting like a wild dog impatiently waiting for his piece of game, (or in this case like a cow waiting for its premium quality grass? Polites didn’t know what comparisons to make anymore…), glared at him with those shining eyes of his, those eyes now filled with a need that was unfulfilled. His hips shook in Polites hands, but he didn’t dare to move, as if he was trained against it. His lower lip trembled, unable to let out another one of his moos. He just looked at Polites, begging for him to continue ravishing his body.
He looked so pitiful and pathetic that Polites was starting to feel bad about making him wait so long.
“Don’t worry, buddy.” He soothed. “I’m not planning to stop or anything.”
His voice seemed to calm Odysseus down. “Moo?” He asked.
“I just want to change position, if that’s alright with you.” He asked. “Uh, I still don’t really know for sure if you can understand me, do a long ‘moo’ if you can.”
“Mooooo!”
The strange things people do when they’re overtaken by lust.
Polites smiled. “Alright, good boy.” He said, lifting his hand from Odysseus’ hip and moving it under the man’s cow hood, rustling his hair like he would a pet.
Odysseus closed his eyes and smiled a big, goofy grin at the contact before leaning down and licking the tip of Polites’ nose again, eliciting a small giggle from the man.
Polites handled Odysseus’ body until he was in the position in which he wished him to be. Odysseus stayed completely obedient the whole time, following Polites’ movements and doing whatever he wanted. He could almost predict what Polites wanted from him before being directed.
Odysseus now lay on his back, his legs spread and resting on Polites’ shoulders. He looked at the former prince with a rather curious expression, as if he couldn’t tell exactly what was about to happen to him, yet he still spread his legs further apart as to give Polites a better view of his stretched hole.
“You’re used to this, aren’t you?” Polites teased, his voice low. “Acting like this, you do it so naturally.” He rubbed his hands over Odysseus' clothes, he could feel the strong muscles underneath. He pressed a bit harder, pushing out a gargled moo from the man below him, his hands roaming free until they made their way down to Odysseus’ hips. The man jumped a bit, and Polites grasped them, looking up at him with those same big golden eyes he’s had this whole time.
“I’m still not too sure what happened to make you like this now, once the most cunning of the Greeks, now brought down to a needy slut in a cow costume.” Polites chuckled. “It’s quite laughable, really.” He lined up his cock against Odysseus's hole before spitting onto it as to lube it up, using his free hand to coat it fully.
“M-moo…”
Taking that as a moo of pleasure, Polites felt pleased. Without warning, he thrust his cock deep inside of Odysseus, sheathing himself fully inside the man. The strong blow forced all the air out of the writhing man under him, squirming so much that Polites had to hold him in place as he kept hammering inside of him.
Weak whimpers escaped the man’s mouth at a rate that left him consistently breathless. Polites noticed how Odysseus would try to breathe each time he pulled out, only for him to lose that air as Polites pounded him again and again. He felt his chest puff with pride seeing how Odysseus reacted to him. Each movement he made left the man begging for more, his golden eyes glowing with a divine hunger. His nails dug deeply into Polites’ wrists, keeping them firmly planted on his hips as if he was scared that the former prince would once again slow down. Polites could faintly feel the man under him try to slam his own hips against his crotch, but his body was so weak and frail that it barely did anything.
The bright sun felt like it was burning hotter onto Polites’ nude back as he rammed his shaft in and out of the somehow tightening hole, which felt so loose only minutes ago, as if it was desperately trying to suck him back in each time he pulled out.
Polites chuckled, but being so out of breath, it came out more like a desperate pant. “D-don’t worry, I’m not planning on stopping.” He stabbed deep once again, rewarding him with another gargled moo from Odysseus. “I’m not stopping until I’m completely done with you.”
His heart was beating so fast as adrenaline rushed through his body. Gods, he felt so out of breath. His hips were tired, and he felt close to passing out. He was already exhausted before starting… this. But he didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t stop. Each time he thought of wavering, Odysseus’ lustful expression sucked him back in. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to fill this slut up, to burst until his stomach swelled from the sheer amount.
“Hah… Fuck-” Polites moaned, his thrusts growing harsher and more irregular. “Odysseus- I-” He tried saying, but the myriad of sounds and moans coming out of him stopped him from speaking clear sentences. All he could think of was his goal of breeding this man.
He felt himself growing closer to orgasm. He grasped Odysseus' hips harder and slammed himself into his ass as hard and as quickly as he could, the cow below him now shedding tears from the pure pleasure he was feeling. Polites lowered his head into the crease of Odysseus’ outfit and closed his eyes, focusing purely on the bliss he was feeling.
Suddenly, it felt like a knot tied in his stomach. Heat filled his entire body, all of it quickly rushing to his crotch. His hands shook at the force of the feeling. Nothing other than his own pleasure and that of the man below him mattered at the moment. He tried to utter words of warning to Odysseus about what was coming, but they came out as an incomprehensible sputter and a line of saliva that escaped his mouth and was absorbed by the fabric of Odysseus' cow onesie.
Then, the knot untied. The heat he was feeling exploded inside of him as he came deep inside of Odysseus’ ass. The king let out a long, drawn-out moo as he felt his insides fill with Polites’ come. His hands left Polites’ wrists and made their way to his head as he shoved it deeper into his chest. Feeling himself full to the brim and feeling the friction of the costume rub against his cock, Odysseus couldn’t help but come as well, soiling his costume in the process.
Polites felt himself completely out of breath. The adrenaline had left his body, and he was now left panting onto Odysseus’ chest, his breath moistening the fabric of the cow onesie. His cock, still buried deep within the confines of Odysseus’ ass, was slowly starting to slip out, helped by his own semen as a lubricant. The strong excess of it trying to leak out. He pulled his hips back a tad, as to allow himself out of the expanded hole. His cock pulled out with an audible ‘pop’ and Polites felt the warm come leak out of the hole in copious amounts. He heard the man let out a quiet whimper as he did so, the vibrations of his voice so close to Polites’ ear. The sound, so much softer than the sounds of pleasure that same voice was freely moaning and mooing for the world to hear, that little sound felt so much more intimate, like it was for Polites alone.
Odysseus let out another little grunt, and Polites felt the man’s hands remove from his wrists and make their way up to his own face. He rubbed his eyes, as if he’d just woken up from slumber, and yawned loudly, cradling Polites with his other hand. The former prince blushed at the intimate touch. He looked up at Odysseus, something about his behaviour had changed. It felt more natural, more human-like. When Polites could finally see into his eyes, still illuminated by a golden glow, he could also see a glimmer of intelligence in there, one that was previously missing.
Odysseus’ own eyes wandered down, finally meeting Polites’ again. His mouth was slightly agape, and the pupils in his eyes focused on Polites' features.
Then Odysseus, with surprising strength, pushed him right off.
Polites was thrown onto the ground, his head landing on the soft green grass while Odysseus scampered backwards, leaving a trail of come as he did. He stared at Polites with a surprised expression on his face. He appeared quite horrified actually. How rude.
“Ow! What the hell!” Polites screamed, rubbing the back of his head, thanking the gods for the soft ground. “W-why’d you do that?”
Odysseus played nervously with the fake horns on the head of his onesie’s hood to calm himself. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?” He screamed back, much louder. The volume of his voice caught Polites off guard and shut him up right up. Odysseus looked around in confusion and at him with an almost disgusted look, as if he wasn’t the one who had practically jumped on his dick unprompted.
Seriously? Did he not recognize him? Polites knew he has- well, had a lot of siblings, but they’d faced off plenty of times in the past.
“Uh, I’m-”
“Wait wait wait.” Odysseus interrupted. He squinted at him, as to get a better look at him. Couldn’t he just get closer if he wanted to do that? His eyes suddenly blew open, having just realized who he was looking at. “Are- Prince Polites??”
“No longer a prince…” Polites thought to himself, but he didn’t bother correcting him.
“That’s right.” Polites said, silently moving as to grab his tunic. “Why are you acting surprised? We were literally just- Well-” His face flushed red once again, though he hid it, alongside his privates, with his unworn chiton. Damn, why was he blushing like this, like a virgin boy being questioned by his parents? He felt so completely exposed right now, like the man before him was a different one from the one he’d just gotten intimate with minutes ago.
“We- No no, that can’t be right.” He rested his head in his hands. “I smelled- I could’ve sworn that I smelled Lord Apollo! I could feel his presence, I could-” He stared longly at Polites, looking him up and down, then bore an extremely annoyed expression. “Oh, gods damn it-” He swore. “Fucking Trojans, of course I smelled you on him… Shit, Lord Apollo’s gonna be so pissed…” He pulled at his fake horns, pulling his hood in front of his face as to hide it.
Polites was going to say something in retort, probably something about the savage Greeks and their city-destroying history, but as he opened his mouth, he saw Odysseus sway a bit, as if he was losing control of his body.
He dropped his chiton and rushed over to Odysseus before he hit his head on the ground, catching him just as he was about to lose consciousness.
“Shit, shit shit shit, are you alright? Did I- Did I go too hard on you?” He asked worriedly, checking Odysseus’ forehead for temperature, it felt normal enough.
Odysseus halfheartedly chuckled. “Ha, y-you think you could do this to me? Apollo is way rougher on me than you were.” He swallowed. “And better too.”
“Yeah, actually, I’m just gonna drop you-”
“Wait, wait!” Odysseus protested, “I’m sorry- just messing with you.” He had a sly smile on his face.
Polites didn’t know what to say to that. On one hand, this was still Odysseus, the man who was kind of single-handedly responsible for the downfall of his city and home. On the other hand… he was so much different than how he expected, even the cow stuff aside.
Yeah, he was an asshole, but he was also kind of charming in a weird way.
Part of him still absolutely loathed the man, wanted to wring his neck and drop him off in the ocean, but the other felt the need to take care of him. They were no longer at war, after all. There was no real need for them to be enemies anymore. Besides, if what he was saying was true, it sounded like Odysseus was now under Apollo’s personal protection, so killing him was absolutely not a viable option.
He picked up Odysseus and carried him like a bride, Odysseus indignantly fought a bit, but he barely had the strength to do it.
He tried to wiggle his way out of Polites’ arms. “What are you doing!?”
“Carrying you.” Polites answered. “You’re tired, I can tell. I’ll just drop you off in bed so you can take a little nap.”
“I can walk there myself, you know…”
“You wanna try that?” Polites asked.
Odysseus considered his chances of making it to bed on his own and gave up fairly quickly. “Whatever… It’s not like you’re doing much better either.” He retorted. “I can see your arms shaking trying to carry me.”
“I’ll manage, just tell me where to go.” Polites said, picking up his tunic from the ground again. He’d get dressed once Odysseus was in bed.
Odysseus continued pouting for a bit, but he did as he was told, giving Polites instructions leading to his bedroom. He opened the door to the house, from outside a quaint two-story building, strangely modest for the home of the sun god, but it was very pretty nonetheless. The outside was far from being taken care of, though. Weeds sprouted pretty much everywhere, and wildlife was taking over the house. Apollo probably didn’t have time to take care of such things, and if Odysseus was in… cow mode most of the time, it made sense why he wasn’t doing it either.
“It’s upstairs.” He directed. “Try not to fall down, I’d rather not die of a fatal stair accident.”
Polites chuckled. “I’ll try not to.”
He twisted the copper doorknob leading to Odysseus’ room and pushed open the door. It let out a loud creaking sound, as if it hadn’t been opened in a long time. The inside of the room was quite plain: Dark, cramped, only lit by a small dusty window that was covered by a thin curtain. There was a single wooden desk accompanied by a chair made to fit it, a musty wooden smell permeated the air.
“Wow.” Polites said sarcastically, “What a luxurious room, fit for the king you are. Where shall I drop you off, mighty Odysseus?”
“At least my house isn’t rubble.” He joked, then looked at Polites, who was glaring at him.
“Too soon?” He asked.
Polites dropped him roughly on the bed.
He took his tunic and quickly put it on again, now feeling much less exposed, then pulled out a chair from the desk and took a seat, to be honest, he almost expected Odysseus’ room to just be his own personal grassy meadow. It almost felt weirder that it was just a regular bedroom.
“Sooo… Is this just how you live now?” Polites asked. “I’d have thought you’d be back in Ithaca by now, sitting on your throne. And is the cow outfit, like, a permanent thing? I would’ve taken it off by now if I were you.”
He went silent for a moment. “Ithaca… that’s… a long story, but to make it short, this is my home now.” He said plainly. “As for the cow outfit-” Odysseus chuckled. “Yeah, pretty much.” He nodded to his closet. “Lord Apollo made me a few dozen copies as well, they’re pretty comfortable.”
“Comfort isn’t the problem I’d have with them…” Polites thought to himself.
“And all the other cows are pretty nice as well! Sometimes when I’m in total cow mode, I just kind of go to sleep with them in the stables. We talk all night until we finally fall asleep.” He had a dreamy look on his face. “We’re all best friends here! Well, except Clarabelle. Clarabelle’s a bitch.”
“I really don’t want to hear about your cow drama, Odysseus.”
He shrugged. “Your loss, I got the best gossip on this island.”
Polites had to stifle a laugh. Never would he have thought that he would find himself in such a ridiculous situation, especially with one such as Odysseus. After being taken from his home, he imagined that life as a slave would be the end of it, that he would never know freedom again. Perhaps if he saw Odysseus again, it would be while begrudgingly serving him dinner at the Spartan table or tending to his horses as he visited the kingdom.
It looked like the Fates had other plans for him after all.
“Is there anything I can get you?” Polites asked. He could see Odysseus squirming uncomfortably in his bed.
Odysseus looked up, surprised. “You know, you don’t have to do that.”
Polites blinked. “Do what?”
“Be nice to me. I appreciate it, don’t get me wrong, but after everything that happened to you because of me…” He looked away. “Well, let’s just say I’m surprised you haven’t killed me yet. You probably despise me.” He chuckled at his own words, though they held no humour. “I know I would if I were you.”
Did Polites hate him? He should. He knew that very well. When he first encountered him on the island… when he first laid his eyes on him again, that was certainly rightful rage that stirred in his heart. The bloodlust he felt then felt quite real. Still, he pondered that question in his mind for a moment.
“I don’t… We were at war, Odysseus.” He said. “It was going to end horribly one way or another… When we lost, I thought my life was over. I thought that nothing else would ever matter again.” He closed his eyes, he could still see the pooling blood of his father. He could still hear the screams of slaughtered Trojans ringing loudly throughout the city. “But I’m here now, my life and freedom spared, and I want to make the most of it. I won't spend the rest of my life burdened by hatred and revenge.”
Odysseus stared at him intently as he spoke.
“And if… forgiving you,” Polites forced the words out, “is the first step towards that, then that’s what I’d like to do.” He tried for a weak smile.
Odysseus stayed silent for a few moments. “I- I’ll take a little bit of wine then.” He said softly. “The most diluted you can find, my throat is still sore after what you’ve done to me.”
“More like what you’ve done to yourself.” Polites smirked. “You should’ve seen the way you were pinning me down just to suck my dick.”
Odysseus sat proudly, his head up in the air and with a little triumphant smile on his face. “What can I say? It’s what I do bes-”
GRUMBLE
Right. He was still starving.
“Wow,” Odysseus said. “Someone’s hungry.”
He glared at Odysseus. “Washing up stranded on an island will do that to you.” He said. “After I get you that wine, any chance I could get some food?”
Odysseus giggled to himself. “Sorry, I was just teasing. And yeah, Lord Apollo just restocked the kitchen not too long ago, help yourself to anything there.” He stretched his arms and legs a bit before lying down in the bed. Gods Polites wished he could lay down for a second as well. “And take your time to eat before coming back, I’m just gonna… lie down for a second…” He yawned, resting his head on his pillow.
“Alright. I’ll be right back.” Polites said. He swiftly got up from his chair and opened the creaky door once again before stepping through the frame and making his way to the kitchen.
Once again, he was astonished by the simplicity of this house. It reminded Polites of the cozy homes that his subjects in Troy lived in. In fact, the more he looked at it, the more Trojan this house felt. Polites wondered if Apollo took inspiration to build this abode. It wouldn’t be the most far-fetched thing.
He took a quick look around the room and nearly drooled when he saw baskets filled to the brim with delicious looking snacks: bread, dates, an impressive assortment of nuts, and loukoumades! His stomach complained even louder as the delicious smell wafted in the air, desperate to have a taste of each of them. Without even thinking about it, he picked up a piece of bread from one of the baskets. He shoved it in his mouth, and- Oh gods, it was somehow still warm! When was the last time he had warm bread? It must’ve been weeks. The sweet taste filled his mouth and dominated his senses, he just wanted more.
A hand in a basket, another in a different basket- it wasn’t long before Polites started throwing random snacks in his mouth, adding more to the pile before he was done chewing. He couldn’t help it, everything tasted so good!
“Enjoying yourself on my treats? And without asking?” Someone chuckled. “A prince such as yourself should know to follow manners, shouldn’t you?”
A clear, playful voice coming from behind Polites surprised him. He spun around to meet its origin only to find the god of the sun standing tall before him, his long, golden hair falling to his sides like waterfalls and his eyes burning like the sun.
Polites wasn’t ready for this. His mouth was filled to the brim with loukoumades, and he started choking on them as he accidentally swallowed them far too quickly. He heard a giggle coming from Apollo, then felt the touch of his warm digit pressing softly against his throat. The choking suddenly stopped, like his throat had temporarily expanded to swallow the sweets more easily, and the loukoumades made their way down his throat. “How careless.” Apollo said, an amused smirk on his face. “After having survived all of this, it’d have been a shame if a simple treat was the end of you.”
Polites instantly dropped to his knees. His head facing the floor. “L-Lord Apollo. I- I’m sorry. I’ve been starving and told to come here by Odysseus.” He explained. “When I saw all this food, I couldn’t help myself. I- I should have shown restraint.”
Apollo chuckled. “Why, I do adore seeing mortals such as yourself grovel before me.” He lifted Polites’ head with a finger, redirecting his gaze towards his own. “But there is no need to apologize. I am more than happy to share a little food with one of my favourite worshippers. Besides," He walked past Polites and grabbed a loukoumade from the basket and popped it in his mouth. “Hestia makes the best treats, does she not? It would be such a shame to let them go to waste!”
“I-” Polites cleared his throat. “T-thank you, my Lord. Your generosity knows no bounds.” He slowly stood up, initially trying to make himself look smaller, but he quickly knew that he had no need to even try. Apollo stood much taller than him. His bright presence was dominating the entire island. “Though I have to ask… Is your reason for being here that you’ve heard my prayer?”
Apollo pretended to look offended, putting his long, slender fingers before his mouth. “Why, Prince Polites, does a god need a reason for showing in his own abode? I believe it would be more appropriate for me to ask you that question, don’t you?”
“That’s fair.” Polites thought to himself.
He recounted to Apollo of his journey here, all the while Apollo seemed to only be half listening, more focused on the delicious food that Polites only wanted to get more of. He started recounting the fall of Troy, though he was certain that Apollo already knew the details of that, then of his own fate, the mercy given to him by Helen, and of how he ended up washed ashore on this very island.
“Mhm, and what then?” Apollo asked.
“Um, well then I found that beautiful statue of you not far from the beach where I washed up, that’s where I offered my prayer to you, Lord Apollo.” Apollo looked pretty satisfied at the praise he was getting. “Then I followed a path and found a peaceful meadow where your divine cattle rest, and then-” Oh god, he was getting to the part with Odysseus- Gods, why did Apollo look like he was listening so intently to his story now of all times!? “A-and then I-”
“Did my little sunflower come and give you a warm welcome?” Apollo asked, a wide grin on his face.
Polites blinked. “Your what?”
“My sunflower! My newest cow!” He frowned, seeing Polites’ confused expression. “Oh, come on! Odysseus!”
“Oh! Um-” Shit, what does he say to that? ‘Yeah, he sniffed me, and then I fucked him real good!’ He had been overtaken by lust. Surely if he admitted what happened, Apollo would strike him down, would he not? Doing something like that to someone so dear to him on his island… but he couldn’t exactly lie to him either, could he?
Apollo let out a loud laugh before Polites could say anything. Not knowing what to do, Polites laughed nervously alongside him. Was he just in a good mood? Maybe he wouldn’t vaporize him after all.
“Oh, prince, you are just adorable!” Apollo said, pinching Polites’ cheek, which greatly surprised him. “If you could see your own face right now! I can already tell what happened. You’re Trojan, my divine scent must be all over you. It was inevitable.”
“I-I’m truly sorry, Lord Apollo! I don’t know what came over me in that instant, I-”
“Tut tut tut!” Apollo interrupted him, putting his finger over his mouth. He sure liked touching his face, Polites thought to himself. “Were it… pretty much anyone else, I probably would have vaporized them right there and then, but you’re a good man, and I’m sure you took great care of him.” He paused for a second. “You did take good care of him, didn’t you?” His tone turned more threatening.
Polites frantically nodded his head. “A-as well as I could, my Lord. He’s currently resting in his bedroom upstairs, and I was going to get him a glass of wine for his throat.”
Apollo smiled, clapping his hands together enthusiastically. “Good, then there’s no problem! Thank Zeus above because I really did not want to kill you, you always ranked among my favourites of Priam’s children. I am so very glad that you aren’t dead like the rest of your kin.”
“Thank… you?”
“My pleasure, prince. Now say, do you have anywhere that you must be?”
“Well, Troy is destroyed, and last I heard, I was King Menelaus’ property, his slave… So, not really keen on going back there.”
“Ah, what nonsense! Cease this foolish talk of slavery, as of right now, I declare you a free man. Do you hear me?”
“I- Thank you, Lord Apollo, I- Yeah, I’ll take it.”
“Yes indeed you will, and now that you’re free, I wish to offer you a job opportunity!”
Oh gods.
“A-and what would that be, my Lord?”
Another wide smile formed on Apollo’s face. “I’m sure you’ve noticed the lack of human presence on this island, well, other than Odysseus of course, but he’s in another world most of the time-” He cleared his throat. “Anyway! What I would like to offer you is to stay on this island as herdsman! My cows do get lonely without me here to entertain them, and though I try to visit as much as I can, a god such as myself has a very busy schedule!”
“Your… herdsman, my Lord?”
“Oh, but don’t worry, all of my girls are very well behaved! Independent as well, they can feed themselves, you know? Really, all I wish is for you to give them some company, especially to our little one here…” He chuckled to himself. “If you understand what I’m saying.”
Polites blushed. “I- wait, are you-”
“My little sunflower is quite… needy, wouldn’t you say? You’ve experienced it firsthand after all. Oh, but how can he help it… All he needs is a helping hand to help him release, one I can only offer him every time I come back here.” He wiped a non-existent tear from his eye, then redirected his expression, now full of curiosity and expectation, back towards Polites. “But… if one such as you stayed here with him, now there would be no problem, would there!” He spread his arms wide, as if this was the most obvious conclusion someone could arrive at.
“B-but then, that would mean that… me and Odysseus, we would-”
“Why do you act so flustered, dear prince, You’ve already made love to my beautiful cow, haven’t you? So, what do you say?”
Polites was too stunned to speak for several seconds. Staying here, taking care of cows as a simple herdsman… That life would have been unthinkable to him even a few weeks ago, but it sounded nice… Except this was nothing like being a simple herdsman! It was taking care of some godly cows plus a grown man in a cow onesie… Why didn’t the idea sound so terrible to him?
And he also didn’t really have any better option, now did he?
“I- alright, I accept.” He said. A delighted expression grew on Apollo’s already smiling face. It felt like the whole room dropped to an even more comfortable temperature.
“Wonderful!” Apollo exclaimed. “Then I officially make you my herdsman, Polites.” He snapped his fingers, and Polites’ tattered clothes magically turned into some he would see on a herdsman taking care of cattle back in Troy. They were nothing like the princely silks he was used to, but at least they were clean.
“Thank you very much, Lord Apollo.” He bowed. “I vow to fulfill my duty here well.” He tried to hide his nervousness. He really thought that his little fun with Odysseus would have been a one-time thing… Now it had turned into his job.
“I’m sure you will!” Apollo clapped his hands. “Now, it has been a pleasure catching up with you again, but I really must get going now! I’ve got an important Olympian meeting to catch- Oh I cannot wait to tell Hermes about this! See if he tries to steal more of my cows now that I’ve got you to keep watch of them!”
Polites didn’t get the time to say anything. Apollo suddenly burst into a bright, blinding ball of light. Polites closed his eyes, protecting his burning retinas, and once he opened them again, Apollo was simply gone.
Quite the neat trick.
He didn’t stay stunned for long though, he felt as if he’d kept Odysseus waiting long enough. Polites rummaged the shelves until he found a bottle of diluted wine, then carefully poured it in a cup as to not spill any to the ground. He picked it up and slowly made his way back up to Odysseus’ room.
“You won’t believe who- Well, actually no, you probably would believe it, but Apollo just showed up!” He told him from outside the door, with his free hand, he grasped the knob and turned it. “And it looks like I’m here to stay. I’ll basically be your caretaker, doesn’t that sound-”
He stopped talking when he saw Odysseus asleep in his bed, head cocked lightly to the right and a bit of saliva escaping his mouth. He looked so utterly… peaceful. Polites couldn’t bear to bother him.
He placed the cup of wine on his nightside, ready for when Odysseus would wake up from his sleep, and pulled the covers over him so he would be kept warm. He briefly considered climbing into bed with him and joining him in his slumber, but that would be a boundary that would be best to talk about when he wakes up.