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The Beauty of the Mind: Who Has the Most Beautiful Minds in America?

In a world that often glorifies external beauty—whether through physique, art, or music—what if we shifted our gaze inward? What if we celebrated the beauty of the mind instead? This post invites you to pause and consider: What makes a mind beautiful? Who do you believe exemplifies this kind of beauty, and why? What Is a Beautiful Mind? When we think of a “beautiful mind,” what comes to mind?…

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Scream

Media - EPIC The Musical Saga Character - Prince Telemachus Of Ithaca Couple - Telemachus X Reader Reader - Princess Y/n (Betrothal) Rating - 18+ (Princess / Masturbation/ fingering/ lap sitting/ nudity) Word Count - 1621

Telemachus Art - Gigi

Telemachus wandered through the grand halls of the palace, his footsteps echoing softly against the marble floors as he sought to evade the boisterous suitors who had taken over his home. The golden rays of the setting sun spilt through the ornate windows, casting a warm, amber glow that bathed the rooms in a tranquil twilight. Shadows danced along the walls, creating an almost ethereal aura. Suddenly, he paused, his senses heightened as a sound broke the serenity, drawing his attention and igniting his curiosity.

“Telemachus!”

At first, he feared his mother needed his help because of the suitors, but he knew that wasn’t her voice. He knew that voice. That was the voice of the princess Y/n! Telemachus’ own betrothal. So of course, when he heard her voice shout for him he dropped any hesitation and began to run toward her chambers.

He reached the door, his heart pounding in his chest, and instead of knocking, he flung it open with a swift motion. In one fluid gesture, he drew his sword, as his gaze swiftly scanned the room for any signs of danger.

Y/n was sitting against the headboard of her bed, her wide eyes shimmering with fear. The clutter of her bags and trunks lay strewn across the room, remnants of her hasty arrival, untouched and waiting to be unpacked. The heavy curtains were drawn shut, casting shadows. She had curled her legs tightly against her chest, trying to shield herself, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

Seeing her like this panicked Telemachus even more and he made a quick dash to the windows to check the printer. But then he turned to her, his face showing how worried he truly was for her safety, "Y/n! What happened? Are you hurt?"

"no… No ughh it ughh it's nothing…" She blushed,

His eyes softened, as he set his sword away and came to her bedside, "It wasn’t a nightmare, was it?"

"No. I - I promise it was nothing Telemachus … You - you didn't need to come and-"

Telemachus shook his head quickly, "Of course I came! I heard you scream and-"

"no! No I- I didn't… I didn't think you'd hear me." She nervously admitted,

Telemachus gave a long sigh, equal parts relief and frustration, and rubbed his hand across his brow before looking at her again, "Why did you scream then…?"

"…ughhh …." She blushed hard unsure if she should admit it,

A small smirk spread across Telemachus’ face. He scooted further onto the bed and moved so that he was sitting right next to her, “Come on. Just tell me.”

Y/n tried to put some space between them bundling her sheets around her waist tightly,

Telemachus noticed and leaned over, a playful smile on his face, "Don't tell me you're embarrassed. All you did was call out my name.”

Y/n met his eyes and her cheeks red. Her gaze gave more than words ever could.

His gaze pierced right through her. "Were you…saying my name…in pleasure?"

Y/n scoffed, "What? No no no of course i-" She tried to lie but his gaze meant he knew and she couldn't hide it anymore. "…yes."

Hearing her admit it, Telemachus leaned in even closer, "And what were you doing while you said my name, my Princess?"

"… I feel I don't need to answer that." She sighed,

Telemachus laughed softly and pulled her onto his lap.

She squealed at the sudden lift. Her face went red. She settled her hands onto his shoulders looking into his eyes,

He wrapped one arm around her waist and tilted her chin up with his free hand, "You're right. I do know what you were doing…" He leaned in, his lips just a whisper away from her ear "You were…imagining it was me touching you…" Telemachus’ hands ran up and down her body, as he held her tight. "You couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have my hands all over your body, could you…?"

She gulped and nodded,

Telemachus chuckled softly, a wicked gleam in his eye, "You imagined that it was me making you feel all sorts of things, didn't you…?"

She nodded again her face bright red,

Telemachus leaned in even closer, his lips brushing the side of her neck, his hands still roaming across her body, "And those little noises you were making…you were imagining me making you moan…"

“Yes…”

Telemachus hummed in satisfaction. She looked so sweet, sitting there in his lap in just her dress, face red and blushing. Telemachus’ hand moved to her thigh, sliding up under the fabric to her bare skin. "You were just having your fun by yourself, but you want it to be my hands on your body, don't you?"

"Yes …" Y/n blushed,

He traced circles on her inner thigh, inching higher and higher, "If you'd just told me, I could've been the one to make you feel good." He nipped her neck gently, "Instead of imagining it was me, you could've just taken the real thing."

"We- we shouldn't…" She said holding his wrist still before he went any higher, "We- we aren't wed yet…"

Telemachus chuckled, "Is that all? You let me inside your bedchambers, you let me onto your bed, you let me pull you into my lap…and suddenly you're concerned with what is proper?" He gripped her thigh, his fingers digging into her skin.

She gasped her eyes widening as she felt Telemachus move his hand higher regardless of her grip on his wrist. And begin to touch as she had. Almost immediately Y/n melted Into his arms her body slumping so perfectly into his,

Telemachus laughed in satisfaction as he felt her give herself to him. His hand moved ever higher under her dress and began to tease her in all the most sensitive places, stroking her lips and clit, "See, that’s a good girl…" He bit her shoulder, his other hand moving to push aside the fabric of her dress

She hummed and laid her head on his shoulder biting and sucking on his neck to muffle her moans,

His grip on her tightened and Telemachus let out a moan of his own. Her teeth on his neck, the feeling of her body in his arms, the sound of his name on her lips…it all felt so right to him. His hand moved even higher, rubbing hard on her clit continuing to pleasure her. He shifted, lifting her up with him so that she was fully straddling his lap, "You need to be quiet now. We wouldn't want any of those suitors to come and investigate all that noise coming from these chambers, do we, princess?"

She shook her head nervously,

"Good girl." His free hand went to the laces of her dress, tugging at them to loosen the fabric and expose more of her body to him,

She whined softly as quietly as she could trying not to make too much noise,

Telemachus smirked and continued to loosen her dress until it fell apart, leaving her naked. He took a moment to admire the sight before him, his hand pausing until he was satisfied, "You're so beautiful…I've wanted to see you like this for so so long…" He pushed her down onto the bed, straddling her. His hands pinned her wrists above her head as he leaned over her, his body pressing down onto hers. "You need to be quiet, remember? All these suitors around and you'd let them hear the sounds you make for me?"

She whined softly squirming in her bed kicking her feet a little as she danced on the very edge of pleasure,

His gaze was hungry as he looked down at her. The sounds she was making, the way she squirmed, it was doing all sorts of things to him. His face was so close to hers, that he could feel her heavy breathing on his skin. He leaned down and bit her neck, wanting to hear more as he increased his ministrations with his hand, "Hush now princess…you don't want the suitors outside wondering why you're making those noises, do you?"

She whined, her eyes rolling back as she whispered his name, "Telemachus…"

His name on her lips was like heaven to him. He nipped her neck again, his teeth just barely biting into her skin, "Good girl…say my name again princess…"

"Telemachus…" She whined a little louder,

His hand moved a little bit faster as if to reward her. He pressed his body down against hers to keep her quiet. "Shhh…not so loud princess…if the suitors hear you they'll know how good I make you feel…how much you're enjoying this…"

Before she could say another word it happened. She grabbed Telemachus by the hair and pulled his lips to hers, kissing him hard to muffle her moans as she came. Y/n then pulled back and collapsed down on the bed, her body falling on the sheets concealing nothing of her body. Her skin flushed, her breaths jagged and a dark wet spot on the sheets below her.

Telemachus groaned, He knelt, staring down at her with clear desire in his gaze. A sly smirk appeared on his face, his voice teasing, "Careful princess, now the sheets are all wet."

"I- I- I'm… sorry…"

Telemachus chuckled, "Don't apologize princess. You gave me a wonderful show. You're so beautiful, all laid out on your bed for me…" He traced his hand along her bare flesh, his touch trailing from her waist, up her stomach, to her chest. His gaze wandered, admiring the way the candlelight danced across the curves of her body, the way her skin looked flawless in the light. He leaned down and planted kisses along her neck.

She blushed and giggled a little, "Could you stay? For a little while my prince?"

Telemachus hummed in satisfaction at her words "Of course princess, I'm not done with you yet anyway." he growled before pulling her into an intense kiss,

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The Words We Don’t Say: Dialogue Should Reveal, Not Just Inform.

Every line of dialogue is a tiny window into who your characters are, not just what they need to say. In real life, people rarely say exactly what they mean. They dodge, hint, exaggerate, fall silent, or say one thing when they feel another. Your characters should, too.

Good dialogue isn’t about giving information cleanly — it’s about revealing layers.

For example:

A character could say “I’m fine,” while tightening her grip on the table so hard her knuckles go white.

He could say “You’re impossible,” but his voice is soft, almost laughing — meaning you’re impossible and I love you for it.

She could say “I hate you,” in the rain, soaked through, desperate — meaning don’t leave.

The surface words and the real emotions don’t always match. That’s where the tension lives.

That’s what makes dialogue linger.

Three quick tricks to deepen your dialogue:

1. Layer emotion under the words.

Surface: What are they saying?

Subtext: What do they really mean?

Conflict: What’s holding them back from just saying it?

E.g. Two best friends sitting in a car after one of them has announced she’s moving across the country.

She fiddled with the edge of her sleeve, staring straight ahead.

“You’ll forget about me after a week,” she said, light, almost laughing.

Surface: She says he’ll forget about her.

You’ll forget about me after a week. (The outward words are casual, a joke.)

Subtext: She’s terrified of being left behind, feeling abandoned.

I’m scared you don’t care enough. I don’t want to be alone. Please tell me you’ll miss me.

Conflict: She doesn’t want to beg him to stay — she’s too proud, too afraid he doesn’t feel the same.

She wants to stay close, to ask for reassurance — but fear of rejection makes her hide her true feelings under humor.

2. Use silence and body language.

• A pause can scream louder than a speech.

• A glance away can whisper I’m afraid better than a thousand words.

E.g. After her apology, it’s his silence — heavy, raw, unspoken — that says everything words can’t.

After an argument, she finally admits, in a shaking voice, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He says nothing.

Instead, he leans back against the wall, scrubbing a hand across his mouth, looking everywhere but at her.

The silence stretches between them — heavy, aching, almost unbearable.

When he finally does speak, his voice is hoarse: “I know.”

Breakdown:

Pause: His silence after her admission isn’t empty — it’s full. It screams his hurt, his struggle to forgive, his overwhelming emotions.

Body Language: Scrubbing his hand across his mouth, looking away — it all whispers I’m overwhelmed. I’m hurt. I don’t know how to say what I’m feeling.

Result: The tension between them becomes almost physical without a single extra word.

3. Let characters miscommunicate.

• Real conversations are messy.

• People interrupt, misunderstand, react to what they think they heard.

• That tension is pure narrative gold.

E.g. A confession turns into heartbreak when he misunderstands her words and walks away before she can explain.

She pulls him aside at the crowded party, her voice low and urgent.

“I need to tell you something — about us,” she says.

He stiffens immediately, crossing his arms. “Don’t bother. I get it. You regret everything.”

She blinks, hurt flashing across her face.

“No, that’s not what I meant—”

But he’s already turning away, anger burning in his chest.

She watches him go, the words she was really about to say — I love you — still caught in her throat.

Breakdown:

Miscommunication: He interrupts and jumps to conclusions, assuming the worst.

Realism: Conversations are messy; people hear what they’re most afraid of hearing.

Narrative Gold: Now, there’s heartbreak, regret, and a perfect setup for future emotional payoff when they finally untangle the truth.

Some brilliant examples to study:

‘Normal People’ by Sally Rooney — where miscommunication becomes the air between them.

‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen — where formality and wit mask tenderness and fear.

‘Six of Crows’ by Leigh Bardugo — where silence says what pride refuses to.

Dialogue is not just a tool for moving the plot.

It’s a doorway into the heart of your story.

Open it carefully.

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there must be a part of you that aches at my absence. there must be a part of you that wonders what i am doing, if i thought of you, if i slept well, if i watched the sunset from my window last night. there must be a part of you that resents everything we did not become.

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To heal is to touch with love that which was previously touched by fear.

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You asked for my trust, then marred it with betrayal, wondering why the faith was lost.

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Writing a "Wise" Character

Wisdom

The ability of an individual to make sound decisions, to find the right—or at least good—answers to difficult and important life questions, and to give advice about the complex problems of everyday life and interpersonal relationships.

The role of knowledge and life experience and the importance of applying knowledge toward a common good through balancing one’s own, others’, and institutional interests are two perspectives that have received significant psychological study.

Aristotle believed in 2 types of wisdom:

Theoretical - involves the exploration of things we can’t change, but about which we seek truth.

Practical - explores that which we can change through making good choices (Lacewing, n.d.).

Descartes viewed wisdom as:

good judgment in everyday life and

seeking knowledge in all things one is able (Rutherford, 2017).

Confucius said, "By 3 methods we may learn wisdom:

First, by reflection, which is noblest;

Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and

third by experience, which is the bitterest."

Although a definition is difficult to come by, agreement on what wisdom is not, have been much easier.

Researchers agree that wisdom isn’t a result of aging.

They also believe that higher IQ scores don’t equal increased wisdom.

What role does age play in attaining wisdom? Can a child be wise?

Current research indicates that the “optimal age to attain wisdom is about 60 years old” (Compton & Hoffman, 2013, p. 201).

Balance Theory of Wisdom

By Robert Sternberg

He defines wisdom as “using one’s:

intelligence,

creativity,

common sense, and

knowledge” to balance 3 life domains:

They are interpersonal, intra-personal, and extra-personal interests.

People do this over the short and long-term.

The goal is to achieve balance among:

adaptation to current environments,

shaping of those environments, and

choosing a new environment

Baltes and Staudinger (2000, p. 124) define wisdom as “expertise in the fundamental pragmatics of life.” This is further defined as “knowledge and judgment about the essence of the human condition and the ways and means of planning, managing, and understanding a good life.”

Through their research, they developed 5 criteria for evaluating wisdom-related performance:

Factual (declarative) knowledge which asks, ‘What does one know about human nature, interpersonal relations, and social norms?’

Procedural knowledge criteria answers, ‘What strategies does one use to navigate the twists and turns of life?’

Lifespan contextualism criteria consider questions like, ‘Where does everything fit?’ ‘How are things interconnected?’ and ‘How are the various roles – education, family, etc. connected?’

The relativism of values and life priorities allows for the tolerance of differences in values between people.

Recognition of and management of uncertainty criteria acknowledges that we don’t know everything. There are limits to human processing.

Ardelt (2004, p. 257) in contrast to Baltes and Staudinger (2000), viewed wisdom as an “integration of cognitive, reflective, and affective personality characteristics.”

She argues that preserved wisdom (writings) represent theoretical (intellectual) knowledge.

This knowledge doesn’t become wisdom until or unless the person internalizes it.

For this to happen a person must experience the truth contained in the preserved wisdom. Doing this leads to the person becoming wise(r).

Meeks and Jeste (2009) reviewed the wisdom literature and identified common areas. From their review, they created the 6 sub-components of wisdom:

Prosocial attitudes/behaviors: promotion of common good, empathy, social cooperation, and altruism

Social decision making/pragmatic knowledge of life: understanding others’ emotions and motivations and using the information to make “wise” social decisions

Emotional homeostasis: self-control and impulse control; ability to manage oneself in challenging situations

Reflection/self-understanding: self-knowledge

Value relativism/tolerance: perspective-taking behavior

Acknowledgment of and dealing effectively with uncertainty or ambiguity: navigating uncertainty and acknowledging/accepting the limits of what one knows.

Their review also is interesting for its inclusion of specific brain regions believed to play a role in the 6 sub-components.

Peterson and Seligman (2004, p. 39) define wisdom as “knowledge hard fought for, and then used for good.”

They describe it as a noble virtue or trait — one that people appreciate in others.

To date, 5 strengths fall beneath the wisdom umbrella in their research:

Creativity

Curiosity

Judgment

Love of Learning

Perspective

Each of these strengths exists in every person to some degree.

They also can increase in prominence as you learn to use them more.

These strengths are part of a larger list consisting of 24.

The measurement of wisdom is challenging, but not impossible. Most research falls into one of 3 areas:

wise process

wise product, or

wise persons

It’s the combination of these 3 that yields what researchers now agree about: Wise products are generated by wise persons using wise processes.

Issues

Character strengths can be over/underused.

The goal is to achieve optimal use of each of the 24 as needed.

Following are examples of issues arising from over/under use of particular strengths (Niemiec, 2018).

Extreme creativity leads to eccentricity, but a lack of it leads to conformity. We strive for adaptive originality.

Someone who is overly curious is nosy, but a lack of curiosity leads to disinterest. Strive for a balance between exploration/seeking novelty.

Narrow-mindedness and cynicism are judgment “gone bad.” People who lack good judgment tend to skip reflecting on situations. Balanced use marries critical thinking and rationality.

Know-it-alls flaunt their love of learning. Complacent people don’t care. Strive for deepening your knowledge systematically.

Extreme use of perspective is overbearing, and a lack of it is shallowness. A wider view is optimal.

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

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Forgive Me

Media - EPIC The Musical Saga Character - Prince Telemachus Of Ithaca Couple - Telemachus X Reader Reader - Y/n (Palace Handmaiden) Rating - 18+ Word Count - 1575

(Telemachus' Art by GIGI)

Telemachus walked through the vibrant palace gardens, he yearned for a moment of solitude amid the chaos that consumed his home. The air was full of the scent of blooming roses and jasmine, while the sun cast dappled shadows through the leaves of the ancient trees. He had left Argos, his loyal hound, to guard his mother’s chambers like a devoted sentinel. And he made sure the corridors were secured by the guards he trusted most. Though he was constantly uneasy when out of sight of the suitors he knew he had to take a moment even briefly just to clear his foggy mind.

As he strolled along the stone path, each step leading him farther from the tension of the palace, his restless mind began to find solace in a soft, lilting song carried on the breeze. The melody seemed almost ethereal, it weaved through the air like a delicate rope, to drag Telemachus in.

Without realizing it, a contented hum escaped his lips, and brought momentary silence to the storm of thoughts racing through his head. It felt as though the song, imbued with a kind of magic, had a soothing effect, if only for a fleeting moment.

Guided by this unseen force, Telemachus moved forward. The gentle song beckoned him onward.

Finally, he emerged into a small clearing, where the enchanting singer awaited him.

It was one of the garden falls, water tumbled from a statue that turned a vase down into a waiting pond surrounded by rocks, often the water from these falls was often used to water the gardens, and used by many servants to bathe if the palace baths were too crowded.

There he found the maiden, Y/n. She was one of his mother’s handmaidens, he’d often seen her helping to do his mother’s hair and other such things, He had often tried to strike up a conversation with her… but had always found himself unable to find anything to say to her beyond.

‘It uhh is a uhh… warm… warm day we’re having…’

But she stood barefoot on the rocks, leaning into the water to wash her hair. Her long hair was dark and heavy from all the water as she ran her hands through it singing softly to herself. Her figure was shrouded in the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the leaves.

Telemachus however didn’t want to be spotted and called out for potentially watching her. So he darted behind the plants hiding himself there for a moment. It was likely not the best idea… but it was the first one to arrive in his mind at the time.

Her song still made him feel warm and cosy, unable to make himself stop listening as she sang. He tried to catch another glance at her but as he poked his head out enough to see, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

Y/n tugged at the tie of her dress, she loosened it and tossed it off her shoulders, and the fabric settled on the grass. Her skin was exposed to the sun, water from her hair ran down her body, her breasts bounced slightly as the dress fell away, her thighs slightly open with her pussy on display.

Telemachus immediately gulped at the sight of her, unable to rip his eyes away. His heart began to race. His body grew tense. And his cock grew hard and perky making a tent of his robes below his waist.

She continued to sing, as she began to wash under the water. Her hands scrubbed across her body, cleaning away the sweat from the day.

His hands pulled hard on the hem of his robes desperately trying to resist his urge to touch himself as he watched her. A small whine escaping his lips,

As she washed, her body seemed to glitter in the water, her nipples hardened, and her pussy softly glistened.

Telemachus couldn’t resist any longer, and flicked up the cloth that concealed him. His hard cock stood up to attention, he wrapped his hand around himself and began to stroke barely even blinking not wanting to miss a single second of her. He tried desperately not to whine, or at least not to make any noise too loud to bring attention to himself. But as he got closer he found it impossible to stay quiet as he felt his orgasm aproch… “Ughh-” He whined,

Y/n gasped her head snapping fast in his direction making eye contact, her face red, her hands coming to conceal herself as best she could.

He considered just turning and bolting, she hadn’t seen him, she didn’t know it was him. But he feared just the sight she did see was enough for him to be discovered later. He forced his robe down trying to hide his still throbbing cock as he stepped into view. “I-I Forgive me… Y/n.” he pleaded,

“P-Prince Telemachus!” she gasped, “I- I’m sorry I-”

“Why are you apologizing?” He asked, “I- it was I who…” he trailed off as he came closer,

“What are you doing here, my prince?”

“I… I… I have no right to be here Y/n, I cannot justify what I’ve done. But you… you’re so beautiful, and I, I couldn’t help myself. I know it’s wrong but… could you forgive me?”

“You… You think I’m beautiful?” she blushed,

“Beyond the gods.” He nodded, “Y/n when I look at you, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, I know I shouldn’t have watched you, but I can’t hold back my feelings. In my mind… in my dreams I spend every night holding you in my arms and kissing your soft lips.” he explained, “Y/n I desire you beyond measure.”

She blushed hard and softly giggled, her hands moving behind her back allowing him to look, “I- I could never have imagined you’d have desired me.”

“Do… do you think, there is ever a chance you too might…” he trailed off again stepping closer,

Y/n giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, her head tilting to the side invitingly, She happily rubbed her nose against his.

“O-Y/n…” Telemachus gasped as he all but fell into her, his arm wrapped around her waist his hand on her right hip, his other hand on the back of her head twisting his fingers into her wet hair. Bringing his lips to her own.

She happily kissed back tightening her hands around his neck and twisting her fingers into his hair as their kisses deepened.

He felt his cock throbbing between them growing more and more desperate with every kiss, but he knew he couldn’t hold back a single second. He pushed her down against the rocks,

Y/n’s back against the rocks, her hair falling into the water, with Telemachus settled between her thighs his clothes flicked up once more, the head of his cock pressing softly against her stomach as they pulled back from their kisses and took a gasp.

“Y/n… Please… Tell me you want this too?” He asked pressing small kisses to her neck,

“Yes, My Prince.” She cooed as she shifted her hips up moving her hand down to guide his cock down from her stomach to brush against her pussy lips,

He groaned and without hesitation thrust deep filling her in one stroke, “Ughhh! Y/n!” He moaned at the soft warmth of her pussy,

She threw her head back as she clenched around him, “Ahhh! Telemachus!” she moaned her hands settling on his stomach as his thrusts began.

“Ahhh… fuc-” He cursed getting faster and faster as he was close to the edge from his earlier touching, “Forgive me…I … I can’t Last-” he tried to speak but it was too late as the rush flooded through his body like a wave, curling his toes and making his eyes roll back. “Ughhhhhghhrrr…” he moaned animalistic, as his seed filled her.

Y/n gasped looking up at him, her body trembling from the sensation that now dripped out of her,

“Forgive me Y/n…” He gasped,

“There is no need to apologize,” she smiled up at him,

“I can hardly leave you like this,” he whispered against her neck, “My sweet girl,” He cooed his hand sliding down her body feeling her tremble below him, her body clenching and pulsing around his softened cock. He pulled out slowly and let his hand replace himself his fingers diving inside her, and his thumb gently brushing her clit,

She moaned pulling him down into a kiss, desperately squirming against him.

Telemachus sped his hand up, gliding in the moisture of her arousal that coated his fingers. Her moans fueled his every movement, Getting faster and faster.

Y/n broke their kiss and screamed as she threw her head back against the rocks, as she squirted down his hand and her body shook as she clenched around his fingers.

He moved his hand to slow and finally pulled away as he smiled smugly down at her.

“Th-Thank you, My prince.” she gasped,

“You have no need to thank me, Y/n.” He told her rubbing his nose on hers, “I have never felt so much pleasure before.”

“Me either.” she nodded,

“Humm… Would you… want to do so again?

“Very much Telemachus.” she nodded, “So long as you wish to…”

“Ohh. I wish too. Very very much.” he smirked,

“Perhaps tonight? Your chambers?” She suggested,

“Umm tonight, and every night to come, my sweet Y/n,” he whispered leaning down to kiss her once more.

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