"Ulysses I am, returning home, from the battle of Troy.
Seeing this island, not on our maps, we explore here.
I ask the same favor -- will you identify yourself?"

She stood tall. "I am --"

She stopped, a petrified look on her face, and pointed out to sea, her hand shaking. Ulysses and his men turned and saw a ship sailing in fast, with black sail. The woman could only whisper. "Pirates. Please save us good Lord. I beg you."

Ulysses ordered his men back to the ship, except for several men to stay ashore, to guard the woman and whoever else might be here. They unmoored their ship and sailed to meet the pirates. There was a ferocious battle, and the pirates left, defeated.

When Ulysses and his men sailed back to the island, they found one small pirate boat had landed ashore, and all were dead by the hands of the Greeks.

The woman again came walking out, not as poised or elegant. She had feared, rape and death. She was still beautiful, and her voice was still beautiful, but it now quavered as she spoke.

"I am Marete, and on this island is the Temple of Aphrodite. It is not on your maps because it will not be here tomorrow. The Gods guided you here, surely."

She added. "But we are here, in this place, today." She lightly kissed Ulysses' dirty cheek. "I thank you."

She swept her hands to indicate all of the Greeks. "Follow me. You will be rewarded. But know that The Temple of Aphrodite does not reward with gold coin." She smiled, knowing the men would understand the meaning hidden inside her words.

She led them to a large room, and left them there. The men started to look around. There were springs of warm water perfect for bathing. There were clean clothes, though not the clothes of a warrior -- they were soft robes, made for comfort.

Then young women of exquisite beauty began bringing in food.

And so the Greeks ate, and they bathed, and they put on the clean, comfortable clothing. Then the first woman came back, and she looked around the room and scowled at one man still wearing armor. "Do not displease Aphrodite," she said, and the man changed. And then she said, "Follow me."

Ulysses and his men followed her down a long hallway, to a door. She opened the door, and gestured for the men to enter.

and in the room were young maidens. Each one was sitting on a bed. Each one was naked. Each one was more beautiful than the next. And each young woman had a welcoming smile on her face. The woman said, "You may choose who you wish."

Shouts of joy rang from his men, as they rushed to possess the beautiful women. Ulysses turned to the woman. "I will have you."

"I am --" She shook her head once and the seriousness of her face softened. "As you wish. And I thank you for your choice, it was generous to me."

She loosened her robe and it fell to the floor, revealing a sensuous body. She took off the knife that was strapped to her calf and threw it into a far corner, then lay down on a nearby couch. She was older than the other young females, but still beautiful beyond description. She lay face up, with her knees up. Her feet we splayed, opening her vagina open to Ulysses. Her elbows were spread out to her side and her hands by her head, making her breasts available to Ulysses.

She was a sumptuous meal, laid out for him. His cock stood tall and hard. He heard sounds of pleasure from the room but could see only her. She said, with pleasure in her voice, "I am yours."

He thought, 'If this is a trap, I will escape from it later.'

He lay down next to her and began with her breasts, kissing them and nibbling on her nipple. She moaned with pleasure. Then he kissed down her stomach and she began to quiver. When he kissed her sweet spot of pleasure, she gasped. He kisses her nether-region and she shook. Her juices were flowing strong, warm, and sweet.

"Would that Troy have been this easy to enter," he thought.

He opened his robe and lay upon her. He thought that by some impossible feat of will he might enter her slowly, but he slid right into her. He began thrusting, taking his pleasure in her. He watched her orgasm as he thrust, and then he thrust in and out of her until he too burst with pleasure. He screamed a mighty victory cry aloud and plunged into her one last time.

He felt his pleasure, and his victory. And yes, he felt her gift to him. He opened his eyes and she was smiling at him. She said "You risked your life for me, kind Sir. I thank you again."

"I have --" he thought to tell her of his travels and the many times he and his men had risked their lives. Then he merely said, "You were more generous than all of the gold in Greece."

"We too enjoyed giving this reward."

"Will I see you again tomorrow?"

"We will not be here. Some day perhaps you will see an island not on your map. I would most welcome your return."

She rose and left. He looked around the room. Some men were thrusting, others he could see had left their sperm in one woman and were looking for another. Ulysses had sated his desire, and he left.