Oddysia was still in Poseidon's bad books. Five years on and the Lord of the Sea was still at her arse, all because Oddysia had fucked his daughter. Poseidon had sent a wave to saw through her ship, sinking her treasures, drowning her sea-women, and casting Oddysia adrift with only a plank to float on.
Athena liked Oddysia, however, so, before long, Oddysia washed up on this tropical island.
The land was green, and the air was heavy. The fruit and flowers seemed to sweat. Before the Trojan War, the other Greek lords and ladies had laughed at Oddysia's armour -- a two-part bikini made of chain-mail. On an island this balmy, she was glad she'd dressed so skimpy. Already her body was glistening with sweat.
The night was black, so the flame-lit palace shone in the distance. Oddysia trekked to the palace as fast as her weary, sea-beaten legs could carry her. The closer she got, the more the scents of food and the sounds of pleasure. They put more spring in her step than five weeks of bedrest.
Oddysia wanted to sneak in, just to see if there was anything to fear before begging for a seat at the feast. As she was crouching, someone grabbed her. Two hands held her wrist, and two breasts pressed into her shoulder. A dark-skinned beauty gazed at Oddysia with drunken wonder. The dark-skinned woman said something in a language Oddysia had never heard before.
Before Oddysia could grunt in confusion, another woman grabbed Oddysia, lodging Oddysia's other arm between her snow-white breasts. The pale woman spoke in a language even more foreign than the last.
"I don't--" Oddysia swallowed her words when two swarthy arms coiled themselves around her torso from behind and two bare breasts pressed into her back. This third woman kissed Oddysia's neck.
"You here new, no?" she said in a form of Greek. "Wanting dance?" She swayed and swayed Oddysia's body with her. "Wanting kiss?" She chuckled as she smooched Oddysia's cheek. "Queen like us when kissing. Queen like us kissing not just mouths." She played with the links on the hem of Oddysia's chainmail panties, fiddling for a way to undo them.
Oddysia got the better of her libido and pulled herself free of her three buxom assailants. She would have liked to have given in, but she and her crew had pulled a similar trick on a band of merchants. Struggling for food and transport, Oddysia and her sea-women had stripped off to nothing, snuggled up to some passing traders, and then stole the shirts off their backs.
"I want to meet your Queen," Oddysia said.
The inside of the palace was orange with firelight. The banquet hall was long and filled its length with food and girls, food and girls from all corners of the globe.
The swarthy Greek girl didn't let Oddysia gawk at the two Arabian beauties devouring the same pear, she didn't let Oddysia join those Zhou maidens devouring each other, she didn't even let Oddysia drink wine from the mouth of that Ethiopian goddess there. The Greek girl dragged Oddysia to the Queen.
The Queen knocked every girl from Oddysia's mind. The Queen sat at the top of her banquet table. Though seated, she still towered a foot over Oddysia. The Queen wore more than her rollicking banquet guests, but her only clothing was gemstones pasted to her skin, beneath and between her heavy breasts.
"Girl new," said the Greek to the Queen. "Speaking Greece."
The Queen's eyes fell upon Oddysia, and Oddysia found them more beautiful than her gems or her breasts. Her pupils were vertical black slits surrounded by yellow.
"Lie down," said the Queen. "You are weary, tired, and should lie down."
Before Oddysia could realise how exhausted she was, she collapsed into the cushions the Greek girl had laid behind her.
"Tell me about yourself," said the Queen in a honey-sweet voice that made Oddysia's eyes flutter.