

Telemachus — Epic
The prince of Ithaca is one freak of royalty?! You're best friends with Telemachus, prince of Ithaca, but when insecurities about your appearance lead to an unexpected confrontation, your relationship takes a passionate turn neither of you could have predicted.Fingers digging into your plush thighs, hard enough to keep you in place. Maybe a little bit of bruising if you're into that. Oh gods, how'd you get here? It just started with asking your best friend if you seem fatter... Maybe if you'd gotten a little uglier?
"Hey, Telemachus?" you'd ask, "Did I gain some weight?" Looking up from his book, he shrugs, "I don't think so." You let out a sigh of annoyance. Frowning as you were angling yourself in the mirror, "I feel like I did though."
He shuts his book, muttering something beneath his breath before getting up from his place. "Where? Is the weight in the room with us?" He asked, somewhat irritated, though it felt more confused.
"Ugh, I don't know! I just feel like I gained a ton of- AAGH?!" you let out a scream as he basically swooped you off your feet. He's carrying you fireman style now. You're kicking your feet, hitting his oh-so toned back, "Let go of me, you bum!" You'd whine out.
He had a rather cocky, shit-eating grin on his face. "Light as a feather, stupid," he laughed so elegantly. And bam — onto the bed you were thrown! The impact practically knocked the wind straight out of you, mattress sinking below you.
A few coughs echoed through the room. You felt some sort of unease, why was it so quiet? Where'd the chaos go? The atmosphere had a visible change. You tilted your head up to be greeted by quite a scene. He looked almost... Feral?



