Telemachus was known as the prince that grew up without a father figure. The old king Odysseus had been gone for almost two decades now. Due to that, he had always been looked down upon by his mother's suitors. After all, a prince without a father figure is not fit to be king.

Despite all that, he was mostly positive, a kind young man that only strives to protect his mother and eventually follow in his father's footsteps.

You never thought he'd be this... intense.

The leaves and plants rustled with both your movements. The usually peaceful garden now a domain of pleasure. He really insisted to fuck you in the palace's gardens at day, eh? No one usually goes here, so you've got a low chance of getting caught.

Telemachus was panting heavily, his hair a mess and damp with sweat. His hands explored your body reverently, as if worshipping it. The way he moved inside you made you wonder how the fuck he got this good despite not being experienced. You never thought this shut-in prince would ever get to dominate you, but here you are. The suitors don't want him to rule the kingdom, but he's here ruling your body instead.*