Disclaimer: I own nothing by Rick Riordan, or of the Homerian myths. All characters belong to Mr. Riordan and the Ancient Greeks.

Author's Note: I've always wondered who Calypso loved most among her lovers, and, for the purposes of the Percy Jackson series, I decided to focus on three major characters: Odysseus, Percy, and Leo.

Odysseus

The first man I can remember arriving on my shores was Odysseus, back when I truly believed that someone could break my curse. I nursed him back to health, catered to his every need, and even gave myself to him... When he first opened his eyes on the beach, I remember being struck by his steely gray eyes, and the quiet manner of his speaking. He reached his hand out, touched my cheek, and murmured, "Penelope...?" before passing out. There was a pang in my heart, but I still foolishly clung to hope. Not long ago, Hermes came to my island to inform me of a wandering hero who spent the better part of ten years fighting on foreign shores and another three years trying to find his way home. If I could convince him to stay and release me from my imprisonment...

The first time we made love was almost a year after he first arrived. He continually refused my advances, still angry at his accursed luck, still devastated at his home and wife and son slipping through his fingers. Up until then, my attempts to seduce were shy, subtle, which he no doubt believed was my way of being courteous, but the truth of the matter was that during my one thousand years long lifespan, I never felt the touch of a man in bed. Despite Zeus's infamous behavior, I was protected both in the days of living with my sisters, and also on my accursed island. Only Hermes can visit me, for all the other gods are forbidden. Only the messenger god and demigod heroes may visit my lonely shores.

But then one day, Odysseus cracked. He was absentmindedly drinking the wine I served him, staring at the wall, then suddenly threw his chalice away and leaped to his feet. I clutched the wine jug, terrified.

"I've had it! I cannot remain on this island any longer! I must return home, to my loyal wife, to my growing son! I-" His angry rant cut short with a sudden choked sob, and he sank to the ground, his fists curled up against his eyes, as he mindlessly began clawing at his face in agony.

"Stop! Stop it, please!" I cried, hurrying to his side, and pulling his fingers away. "Please, please, don't hurt yourself! Just... just... just stay here!" I blurted out, without thinking. I clung to his hand, willing him to feel my love. "Stay here, and take me! Take me whenever you need! I'm here-!"

Odysseus cut me off with a passionate kiss. My eyes remained open in shock, but the fiercer he kissed me, eventually my eyelids fluttered closed. I was vaguely aware of him picking me up and dropping me on the bed, his lips hardly ever leaving mine. There was a ripping sound as he tore my toga apart and ran his calloused hands over my body. My eyes opened to see his tipsy eyes staring down at me with intense lust. I might have been inexperienced then, but I knew what passion looked like. I cupped his face and kissed him vigorously back, reeling in delicious pleasure as his wandering hands fondled my breasts and behind, and rubbed along my sweet center. I returned the favor by undressing the beautiful man, and feeling his shaft along my hand. Despite his frenzied attitude, we managed to thoroughly enjoy ourselves for a while.

Perhaps Aphrodite pitied me and ignited the man's desires, or perhaps my own godliness granted him stamina, but either way, Odysseus somehow made love to me for three hours straight. When he wasn't inside me, pounding at an intense rate, he was giving me pleasure, or I was giving it to him. And to my selfish delight, he never once said the name of his wife, just murmured my own, caressing it, cradling it, making love to it.

For the next five years, Odysseus made love to me every night, and every morning, I prayed that he loved me as desperately and dearly as I loved him, and he would be the hero to save my fate. But slowly, making love began happening once every few nights, then once a week, once a month, and then eventually stopped. I tried everything, I tried sucking on his member, I tried playing submissive, I tried playing into his many pleasures. But none succeeded. His memories of home were returning full force, and my worst fears were confirmed when Hermes appeared and informed me that Athena, Odysseus's mother and patron, was demanding for his return home.

"Release me, Calypso," Odysseus said, his gray eyes looking cool and reserved. "It's time I returned home."

My heart broke and it would take another four thousand years before the next painful heartache.

AN: In case you didn't notice, I tweaked a little detail: in Homer's Odyssey, Odysseus was trapped on Calypso's island for seven years, but to him it felt like seven days. Though metaphorically, I wished to convey that time flew as swiftly for the characters here, admittedly, I'm making the years passage be literal years. Whether Odysseus is aware of it or not, who knows, but Calypso most certainly is. All the more painful it is for her to finally part ways with the first man she slept with.

Up next: Percy Jackson!