Holding My Last Breath
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Category:
S through Z › Troy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
6,736
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Troy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen- When the Lights Go Out
The entire palace was still. The servants asleep in their quarters and the guards standing on the perimeter silently. The moon waned half full in the sky, cut periodically by stray clouds. It was now in the winter, the cold of the north setting in over the land like a blanket. The torches in the halls flickered in the breaths of wind that shifted through the central courtyard.
One could drop a pin in the kitchen and hear it across the palace.
All except the prince and princess.
Achilles continued his torture of his wife, slowly kissing his way down her thigh. His hands caressed the soft skin of her belly, tracing the fine hairs just below the navel. She arched her back ever so slightly, anticipating his destination. But when he arrived, it still took her breath away. Breathless moans and the sound of thrashing against the sheets echoed through their room.
Since their sons would be spending three months with their grandmother in another kingdom, Achilles took this time to return to the carnal pleasures he and Briseis shared before they were born. It was only three days into the boys' absence, but he wasted no time in taking her over and over and over again.
She let out a cry, biting her bottom lip to where she thought it would bleed. His lips left a trail up her body, stopping to caress her breasts and up her neck. He kissed her deeply, holding her waist with his hands. He sat up, bringing her with him. She lowered into his lap slowly, letting the connection between them create every sensation it could. They sat for the longest moment, staring into each other's eyes.
Briseis ground her hips into his, both gasping. Achilles didn't stay his hands for long. They found the mid of her back, base of her head, curve of the thigh. He stroked and pressed on her breasts, feeling her shake and shiver with ecstacy. He felt himself build to impossible levels, awaiting her cry to send him over the edge.
Throwing her head back, Briseis cried his name out loudly, moving slower on him. He leaned into her heaving chest, fingers digging into the soft shape of her shoulders. They froze, euphoria overtaking every inch of their bodies and souls.
She brought her head back, touching his forehead lightly with her's. They sat with eyes closed, breaths washing over their faces. When Achilles opened his eyes, he watched with quiet awe at Briseis. Her face was a mix of complete happiness and utter passion. She smiled slightly, eyes scrunched as she focused on the slow fading feeling within her.
He kissed her jaw, laying back on the bed with her. She kept her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, breathing heavily. They lay for a minute, bodies quickly regathering energy from all corners of their being. Their lips locked again and he pushed her down into the bed. The long length of her legs gently rubbed against his body as he pressed into her again. The feelings erupted and flowed through her veins, turning her breaths into heavy moans and sighs. His lips found her neck, fingertips sliding across her breast.
He kept his eyes open, watching the expression on her face change. It fed his ego and sex drive to see the effect he had on his wife. Everytime, she looked and moved differently, allowing him to take her any way he wanted. He knew how to make her scream and, when he wanted, to silence her, making it build up within her to where she moaned in pent up passion into a deep kiss. He knew the length of her body, every curve and every texture. He vaguely remembered being told he would tire of a woman once he married her. But as she opened her eyes, locking with his and the heat flared up within, he wanted to scream they were wrong.
She didn't even say his name; her voice caught in her throat as she moaned euphorically in completion. Her breath made a ranged pitch moan, going from low to high as she arched into him. The feel of their skin molding and moving together as he held her tightly, head in her shoulders, made the sensations even higher.
He groaned slightly as he slid from her body, supporting her back as she lay back flat against the bed. She panted quickly and heavily, trying in vain to regain composure. They kissed again, slow and sweet, calming them both. He laid his head on her stomach, enjoying the slowing rise and fall as she took deep breaths. Her arms wrapped over his shoulders, one hand gently stroking his hair.
The sun's first rays pierced through the room. Briseis winced slightly at them, shielding her eyes. Achilles sat up and quickly pulled the drapiery on the bed, sealing out the light of the sun.
"Sleep," he said, kissing her forehead gently. They curled into each other, letting their exhaustion take control as the sun began to burn brightly in the new day.
The entire palace was still. The servants asleep in their quarters and the guards standing on the perimeter silently. The moon waned half full in the sky, cut periodically by stray clouds. It was now in the winter, the cold of the north setting in over the land like a blanket. The torches in the halls flickered in the breaths of wind that shifted through the central courtyard.
One could drop a pin in the kitchen and hear it across the palace.
All except the prince and princess.
Achilles continued his torture of his wife, slowly kissing his way down her thigh. His hands caressed the soft skin of her belly, tracing the fine hairs just below the navel. She arched her back ever so slightly, anticipating his destination. But when he arrived, it still took her breath away. Breathless moans and the sound of thrashing against the sheets echoed through their room.
Since their sons would be spending three months with their grandmother in another kingdom, Achilles took this time to return to the carnal pleasures he and Briseis shared before they were born. It was only three days into the boys' absence, but he wasted no time in taking her over and over and over again.
She let out a cry, biting her bottom lip to where she thought it would bleed. His lips left a trail up her body, stopping to caress her breasts and up her neck. He kissed her deeply, holding her waist with his hands. He sat up, bringing her with him. She lowered into his lap slowly, letting the connection between them create every sensation it could. They sat for the longest moment, staring into each other's eyes.
Briseis ground her hips into his, both gasping. Achilles didn't stay his hands for long. They found the mid of her back, base of her head, curve of the thigh. He stroked and pressed on her breasts, feeling her shake and shiver with ecstacy. He felt himself build to impossible levels, awaiting her cry to send him over the edge.
Throwing her head back, Briseis cried his name out loudly, moving slower on him. He leaned into her heaving chest, fingers digging into the soft shape of her shoulders. They froze, euphoria overtaking every inch of their bodies and souls.
She brought her head back, touching his forehead lightly with her's. They sat with eyes closed, breaths washing over their faces. When Achilles opened his eyes, he watched with quiet awe at Briseis. Her face was a mix of complete happiness and utter passion. She smiled slightly, eyes scrunched as she focused on the slow fading feeling within her.
He kissed her jaw, laying back on the bed with her. She kept her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, breathing heavily. They lay for a minute, bodies quickly regathering energy from all corners of their being. Their lips locked again and he pushed her down into the bed. The long length of her legs gently rubbed against his body as he pressed into her again. The feelings erupted and flowed through her veins, turning her breaths into heavy moans and sighs. His lips found her neck, fingertips sliding across her breast.
He kept his eyes open, watching the expression on her face change. It fed his ego and sex drive to see the effect he had on his wife. Everytime, she looked and moved differently, allowing him to take her any way he wanted. He knew how to make her scream and, when he wanted, to silence her, making it build up within her to where she moaned in pent up passion into a deep kiss. He knew the length of her body, every curve and every texture. He vaguely remembered being told he would tire of a woman once he married her. But as she opened her eyes, locking with his and the heat flared up within, he wanted to scream they were wrong.
She didn't even say his name; her voice caught in her throat as she moaned euphorically in completion. Her breath made a ranged pitch moan, going from low to high as she arched into him. The feel of their skin molding and moving together as he held her tightly, head in her shoulders, made the sensations even higher.
He groaned slightly as he slid from her body, supporting her back as she lay back flat against the bed. She panted quickly and heavily, trying in vain to regain composure. They kissed again, slow and sweet, calming them both. He laid his head on her stomach, enjoying the slowing rise and fall as she took deep breaths. Her arms wrapped over his shoulders, one hand gently stroking his hair.
The sun's first rays pierced through the room. Briseis winced slightly at them, shielding her eyes. Achilles sat up and quickly pulled the drapiery on the bed, sealing out the light of the sun.
"Sleep," he said, kissing her forehead gently. They curled into each other, letting their exhaustion take control as the sun began to burn brightly in the new day.