Beyond Trojan Walls

Melior laid the babe back in his bed, patting his back gently. She smiled as he yawned widely and then closed his small innocent eyes. Sighing, she stepped away and sat on Hector's now deserted bed, finding that the liked the feel of the fine cloth sheet against her skin. "Oh, but for a night," she again sighed.

The door opened slowly, the warrior entering his chambers almost hesitantly. Taking note that Melior and his son were the only occupants, Hector breathed a sigh of relief and stepped in fully, and moved toward the nurse, forgetting to pull his dressing gown closer as he sat near her, staring at the cradle. “He’s asleep?”

"Yes, very soundly. I fed him and sang to him. He is happy, my lord." She supplied, glancing side long at him.

It was Hector’s turn to sigh. “I’m sorry I missed his feeding.” He looked at her and gave a slight smile. “You know how much I enjoy watching him feed.” It was a peaceful, serene time between the three … a time Hector relished.

"I do, my lord. I waited as long as I dared." She smiled, not able to keep her eyes from straying to the slightly parted dressing gown. She warmed quickly to the sight of his tanned male torso.

He noticed her glance and a wave of shame washed over him, for his body had yet to soften entirely. He let his gaze move back to the innocence of the cradle, standing to glimpse his sleeping son, taking no thought of the protrusion from his hips covered by the slightest of silky material. “I did not ask for her,” he said softly before craning his head to see her expression. “I did not bind her to my bed, nor did I drag her within these walls. I awoke to find her fondling my body … writhing against me…” He sighed as his manhood jumped, hardening again.

She bit her lip almost roughly as she noticed his body's reaction. "My lord, Hector, I know that you did not do such things to her. I could have never thought it of you. I would be the first to speak against her lies."

His eyes moistened … softened at her words as he moved back to the bed beside her. “Truly? Melior, when I saw your eyes filled with such disdain …” He sighed. “After all these years in my household … all the intimate moments we’ve shared with him.” He glanced at the cradle tenderly, his hand reaching to cover hers. “It cut me to the core the contempt I saw there.”

"All for her, Hector. Only for her," she rushed to replied, her own eyes tearing at the pain she had unknowingly thrust upon him. "You are all that is good and honorable in a man. I could never think you would treat a woman, even Helen, with such disregard."

He smiled gently at her, smoothing the back of her hand with his fingers. “Not so honorable. Such a heinous act on her part and look how my body betrays me.” They had always talked plainly between them, especially as his son suckled her, but he realized as he brought her gaze to his obvious erection that perhaps he had taken the bounds of their friendship too far.

"You are a man, Hector. Honorable still when your body reacts as mortals would." She corrected him as she shifted restlessly on the bed, her body reacting instantly to his. She plucked her hand from his and reached for his engorged flesh, running her fingers over him boldly, over his covered erection. "I have always been an honorable woman, Hector, doing nothing to bring shame upon myself or this house, yet my body reacts to the sight of yours."

A rush of breath left him at the firm, yet tender touch of her hand upon his aching, throbbing flesh. With hesitancy in his voice, he spoke so softly that she could barely hear. “You … you may part the gown … if you wish, that is.” He wetted his suddenly dry lips with his tongue as he reveled in the touch of a woman, only minutely worried about taking advantage of a woman he respected so deeply, yet knew he did not love the way a husband loves a woman. “It has been so long since soft hands have met my flesh … hands other than my own.”

"I know this, Hector, and I wish to help you ease your body," she whispered, leaning forward to place a gentle and caring kiss against the corner of his lips. Below, her hand pushed aside the dressing gown and she traced her index finger slowly along the underside of his jerking shaft. "Your flesh makes me burn, Hector, for I have not had a man's touch since my husband's death." Slowly she encircled his larger member and stroked upwards towards the crown.

His eyes fluttered at the flooding sensations that he thought to be long lost to him as her hand manipulated his flesh with the expertise of one having a wealth of knowledge. Moving slowly, he slipped the delicate dressing gown from his shoulders revealing his nude form unashamedly. “Know that this is not required or asked of you, Melior. But also know that it is much desired.” His breath was little more than a pant now, his organ huge and hardened to its maximum density. As he felt the heat inside him rise, he spoke in a ragged, almost pleading voice. “Bare your breasts to me?”

"Yes, Hector," she responded breathlessly as she pushed the fabric from her shoulders with her free hand. Her garment slithered down her curvaceous form and pooled low on her hips against the bed. All the while her hand stroked slowly, almost teasing his flesh with her sedate pace.

Fighting, straining to keep his explosion at bay to keep her hands on him as long as possible, Hector allowed his hand to slide up the delicate curve of her ribcage, running his war roughened fingers along the underside of her magnificent, full orb, lifting it slightly and letting it bounce, falling into the palm of his hand once, twice, enjoying the feel of the pliable flesh. His other hand lavished attention on the other breast, fingers gently teasing, plucking and caressing the stiffening nipple to attention. “So often have I seen my son suckle this beautiful flesh,” he breathed. “And so often have I longed to reach out and touch it.” He gently shook the first breast again, unconsciously playful in his contact.

She purred with excitement at his touch, glancing down to see the first milky drop appearing at her nipple as he manipulated the stiff peak. She blushed lightly and met his eyes. "I have often wished for your touch, wanting to feel your hands upon me as they are now."

“These roughened hands?” he said softly as his hands switched actions, him desirous of seeing both nipples hard and attentive … wanting to know he could still bring a woman to passion with a touch. “Surely you must much more prefer the softness of a babe’s mouth than the leathery harshness of a warrior’s touch.”

"The babe satisfies the mother inside me. Your hands wake the woman inside." She managed to get around the building moan in her throat. Her hand sped its pace over his steely flesh she found the first dewy droplets at the crown of his manhood. "You feel magnificent, Hector."

With a groan, he took her wrist, stilling her hand by nothing more than sheer will. “Much more and I will erupt,” he breathed. “Gods help me, I don’t want this to end so quickly.” His eyes sought hers for understanding as he allowed his free hand to remove the portion of her gown that remained upon her hips. Once it was gone, his fingers ran enticingly along her long, slim leg, his hand moving to the inside of her thigh to seek evidence that she, too, was as excited as he. “Allow me to touch you?”

She nodded her head slowly, near dazed at the brief pleasure permitted her thus far. "Please, Hector. Please touch me now." Sensually slow, she eased her thighs apart in invitation to him, her sweltering center pulsing wantonly for his touch.

As her legs separated, he placed a hand on either thigh, moving with maddening slowness up the line of her flesh, reveling in the hot, erotic smelling wetness that coated his hand along the way. “Further?” he urged, a begging sounding in his voice. “Please, open further to me.” His index finger gingerly slid along the line separating her fleshly lips, his eyes remaining locked on the throbbing pink flesh that was the center of her womanhood as the hardness that was his manhood turned to rumbling marble.

She would not deny him this for the world, nor would she deny herself. She parted her thighs more, lifting and draping the leg nearest him over his knee. "More?"

“Yes,” he whispered as his finger actually grazed the pulsing opening to her inner sanctum, his free hand moving to trace the delicate line of hair that surrounded the quivering flesh like a soft fortress. “If you please, more … even more.”

His request, his answer, echoed in her ears so sensual and soft he made her want to weep. Languidly she spread her thighs farther apart, spread them so wide that he had a clear view of her drenched womanhood. "Is this just as you wish me, Hector?"

“Yes,” he said softly, yet definitively … his index and middle finger working together to spread her fleshy lips even wider as the forefinger from his remaining hand eased inside the slick portal easily and then slowly withdrew completely. The feeling of her womanly opening closing tightly around the thick digit was like a gift from the gods and he repeated the gesture once more, his own body screaming in passionate need as he reveled in the fact that he could indeed still excite a woman.

"Mmmm, Hector," she moaned, her head lolling back on her shoulders. The feel of him invading her was like that of a dam bursting inside her, long dormant passion poured forth and her hips rose slightly to meet his touch, to encourage it. All the while she stroked him gripping tighter and tighter. Briefly she released his shaft so that she could caress and fondle the heavy sacs below.

Her hands upon the sensitive area of tender flesh surrounding his jutting organ was almost enough to throw him over the edge, so tight and full did her hand make him feel. “May I ask something of you,” he said in raspy tones, knowing that he could very well lose this moment then and there.

"Ask anything of me, Hector, I will not deny you," she confessed breathlessly, gently squeezing and rolling the tightening manly orbs in her hand.

He was beyond speech then, and even if he hadn’t been, he could not have brought himself to complete his sentence. Instead, he moved away from her long enough to ease her back onto the mattress, her body splayed out as if for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. Another brief twinge of guilt overtook him as he realized he was using this woman’s body for his own pleasure and he wanted to ensure that she would not look unkindly upon him … but again, his words failed him. Instead, he straddled her knee with his legs allowing his engorged organ to lie fully upon her flesh, moving his hips upward and downward to slide his manhood along the long line of her leg, the friction causing a rush of pleasure to sear through him.

"Please, Hector..." she gasped, moving her hands over his thrusting rod to create a vessel to receive him, a channel that would pleasure him as he thrust forth. “Ask me. Ask me what was poised upon your lips a moment past."

Straining to keep his body from bursting forth, he shook his head. “It would … make me … no better than her,” he said huskily as his hand moved again to manipulate the drenched feminine flesh of her womanhood.

She went still then and met his eyes with an imploring gaze of her own. "You could never be as she is, Hector. I would have this question you were eager to pose to me but a moment ago." There was a pleading in her voice a need to hear his words, his needs.

His gaze met hers and she saw the concern there even as his mouth spoke. “Before this evening ends … will you … touch yourself for me? Pleasure yourself?”

A delighted smile creased her lips and she nodded. "I will do that...I will pleasure myself for you, Hector." She reached up and caressed his cheek, trailing her soft tapered fingers down his chin and then to his chest, making her way to one flat male nipple pinched it lightly as her hips rocked upwards, seeking more intimate contact. "Will you do the same for me, Hector?"

His eyes widened in surprise at her words. Surely this was not something that appealed to a woman. “You wish … to watch … me?” At her hips’ insistence, he again inserted his finger into the throbbing opening, testing the flesh in circular motions until he was confident the second finger would ease inside easily and comfortably, in and out in rhythmic succession.

She arched her back in pleasure at his renewed intrusion, feeling full and stretched. "Yes. I very much want to watch you pleasure yourself. It is yet another thing I have wished for the longest time." Her strokes over his weeping shaft began again, slow and sure.

“Why,” he could not help but ask as his body welcomed her touch, the heated liquid running through the thick veins of his throbbing shaft, threatening to shoot out any moment, all the while his own hand expertly bringing her closer and closer toward the ultimate goal of completion, needing more than his own release to know that he could bring her to orgasmic frenzy.

"When I imagine it there is nothing quite as erotic. I burn for your touch then and fall into restless sleep those nights only after I have pleasured myself time after time." She gasped, feeling her muscles contract in preparation for her building orgasm.

Her words were more seductive than any he had heard before at that moment and he could hold himself no longer. With a load groan, he scissored his fingers inside her core in rapid movements, his hand making intimate contact with the stiffened nub that was the center of her sexual pleasure as his own body released shooting stream after stream of thick, heated essence in climactic completion.

Melior arched and withered below him, spasms wracking her tight filled channel, her mind only slightly registering the warm slick cream that bathed her upper thighs and stomach. "Hector! Oh, Hector!" Her voice was a high, raspy praise of his sexual prowess.

His own body sated and well satisfied, he fell beside her, his breathing coming in ragged gasps until finally, he could inhale deeply and smoothly. Looking into her eyes, he smiled tenderly, his hand moving to brush a wayward lock of hair from her face and tucking it securely behind her ear. “Ah, Melior,” he said simply, kissing her lips softly and tenderly. Running a hand between them, he was cognizant of his fluid covering her belly and legs. With a boyish smile, he rose and moved to the wash basin, wetting a cloth and bringing it to the bed. “Allow me?” he said softly as he began to wash the cooling, sticky essence from her flesh.

She returned his caring smile and blushed almost girlishly. "Hector...I...It has...” She struggled to find the right words, the words that she longed to tell him, words of fulfillment and contentment. "It has been so long without a caring touch. So many times I was eager for you but knew you would not take me to your bed. I am happy that this has happened between us this night. There is a need so deep within both out bodies....I hope that you will ease yourself with me each time you’re in need...each time until your heart is open to love again."

He smiled tenderly at her, his hands continuing his gentle ministrations. “It has been so long for me, as well, Melior.” He eased the cloth between her legs to thoroughly cleanse his evidence from her thighs. “I am honored that you allowed me this pleasure. And there is no need for us to go in need again.” His eyes locked on hers as his finger gently trailed her cheek. “You will find love again, Melior. Your heart is too filled with love and passion for it to escape you.”

"It is too soon to even think on it, Hector. I still mourn my husband as you still mourn you wife. We are locked together in this sorrow that we can not defeat with any strike of the sword nor a thousand tears that have been shed. But now, we have one another to share this and our heavy hearts will be eased if only for a time." She laid her hand upon his as she swiped himself from her.

He nodded with a tender look. “You are a woman of intelligence and great emotion,” he said as he pulled her against his chest. “I wonder now how I managed to keep my body from yours for so very long.”

"I wonder that also," she teased gently tapping the tip of his nose with her delicate finger.

With the first real smile in a very long time, he took her finger in his hand, gently nipping the tip of it with his teeth, and then laying her hand upon his heart. “It must have insanity caused by the hot Trojan sun.” He pulled her closer to him and sighed contentedly.

"Kiss me, Hector?" She shyly asked as they came face to face again, their eyes meeting in deep heartfelt understanding.

Touching her face gently, he smiled before taking her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue easing her lips apart to mix with hers in a sensual dance of pleasure.

It was better than all the moments of her imagining, his lips tugging and pulling at her own, his tongue caressing and tangling with her own. She returned the kiss with a passionate fever that boiled just below the surface, now eager to make itself known. She rolled the cradle of her hips against him, aroused anew.

A low moan escaped him as his hands pressed the small of her back, pulling ever closer to his newly hardening member as the kiss continued in great, heated passion. In a moment or two his body would be raging again, yet he could not end the kiss, nor did he truly want to.

Her lips slanted this way and that, tugging at his lower lip with her teeth, and then plunging her tongue back into his mouth. She became aggressive in her renewed passion seeking to claim his pleasure. She eased a thigh over his, caressing the calf of his leg with her heel.

Desire rained through him like showers falling from the sky as his legs entwined with hers, their naked bodies writhing and straining against each other to heighten both the need and pleasure. “Melior,” he breathed, his word swallowed by the intensive kiss as his fingers moved to knead the smooth, supple flesh of her well rounded buttocks.

"Yes, Hector?" She gasped, dropping her lips to the strong cords of his neck, suckling and lapping at the salty flesh.

“Take me,” he whispered almost inaudibly as he pressed his hardness into the soft flesh of her belly, his body crying in need as the flames of passion were billowed by her extraordinary mouth. “Now.”

She pushed at his shoulder twisting him onto his back as, quickly, she straddled his waist. "You truly want this?" She panted as she leaned down and nipped gently at his chin before kissing him again.

He moaned again as his hips rose, his manhood eager to find the moist heat of her womanhood. “Ah, Melior,” he said softly. “How could I not want this?”

Melior moved back upon him, his shaft bobbing before her. Pressing the wondrous tool to his belly, she slid over him rolling her hips against him, her lower dewy lips gliding across him without permitting full entrance into her body. "Do you enjoy this, Hector, or shall I take you inside?"

“Both,” he whispered hoarsely, his body rising and lowering to meet her womanhood with each roll of her hips. “I am enjoying this … but cannot help but long for more!” His fingers moved to grasp her firm hindquarters, urging her into a faster rhythm.

She leaned down and kissed him once again, suckling at his tongue before she pulled away and rose above him. Her thighs straddling his hips, she poised there looking down into his eyes. "Position yourself for me, Hector." It was a demand then, her voice low and filled with strength, filled with womanly confidence.

Her authority was thrilling creating a fire in his body that was hotter than any previous experienced. Taking her lead, he slid one hand along the length of this hardened shaft guiding it to the core of her womanhood as the fingers from his free hand held open her entrance. Easing the tip of his hardness into her femininity, his eyes fell closed as he reveled in the sensation.

She halted with just the entrance of his head, the crown of his shaft just inside her. It took her a moment to adjust to his girth, to the overstretched feel of him. "Oh, Hector, this is heaven," she finally uttered as she plunged fully onto him, taking him fully into her lubricated depths.

The tightness of her body amazed him, as he knew her to be a married woman … yet the encased feeling was so wondrous he felt close to shouting his thanks to the gods. Holding her firm to allow them both complete acclimation of each others’ bodies, he slowly began the rhythmical dance so familiar to each, and yet so different because it was with each other. “Melior,” he breathed heavily, “You are so very tight around me I can feel every fiber of your being.”

"There has been no one to fill me as you have, Hector." She gasped as she began to lift setting a rhythm of riding him, her tight vessel gripping him as she plunged down on him over and over.

He kept her pace, curving his hips upward with each downward thrust she gave to ensure deeper penetration. “Your husband,” he ground out with the contorted feature of a man in the throws of sexual intensity. “Surely he … oh, yes, Melior!” She was magical, creating inside him a need to end all needs, his body feeling hard, overly heated and demanding all simultaneously.

"He was not at large as you, Hector. He made this a pleasurable act for me but he was not like you," she gasped, bouncing fully on his hard erect flesh, impaling herself over and over. She could feel the tip of his manhood battering the entrance of her womb.

The abuse he felt to his throbbing shaft was heavenly torture. His eyes fairly adored the way her breasts bobbed with each movement she made and he reached to firmly fondle each full orb, his fingers grasping the stiffened, sensitive nipples. “Your body,” he panted, “is a temple to be worshiped in.”

"Your words are beautiful to my ears." She reached out and pinched lightly at his stiff male nipples. "No one has ever said such a thing to me."

His body jerked, reacting to her fingers as he continued speaking, never once breaking the rhythm of their frantic love-making. “I’m certain,” he said as he lifted his head and ran a long tongue along the underside of her generous, bobbling breast, “that words much sweeter were spoken to you.” His body threatened eruption at that moment, his frantically working manhood pulsing and throbbing inside her core.

"Never." She was fast approaching her own climax and sped their pace until she felt the dizzying contractions begin in her womb and radiate out, down into squeezing channel. "Hard, Hector! Hard!" She hissed, her voice strained to near silence.

Desperate to give her what she needed … what she desire, he pounded upward into her with a warrior’s force, lifting her body into the air with each upward thrust. Over and over he pummeled feeling the tightness of her sheath practically constrict the flow within his manhood … until it could be contained no longer erupting into long, hard streams of molten lava shooting into her inner sanctum until he felt weak with the release, screaming her name at the top of his lungs.

Melior was rigid with pleasure, still with the lasts of her mind numbing spasms. She could feel the warm liquid spurts inside her, coating her and it caused her to moan his name loudly. Finally, she collapsed against him, her cheek pressed against his hammering chest.

Dragging in great lungfuls of air, Hector’s hand moved to gently stroke through the silky, damp tendrils of hair as his arms held her tightly. “Melior,” he whispered. “No man could ever be more contented and satisfied than I at this moment.” He kissed the top of her head and sighed. “It was perfection.”

"Perfection," she agreed softly stroking his chest, toying with his ever fascinating nipples, dark and disc like.

He smiled as he looked up the ceiling, her fingers creating a line of warming heat that ran from his male nipple, down the line of his lean, flat belly to settle deep in the muscle between his thighs. “You seem captivated with a particular portion of my body,” he said in teasing tones he thought never to use again.

"I am captivated by the whole of your body, Hector. You are the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes upon," she whispered, sinking lower against him so that she could flick her tongue against the taunt nipple.

He sighed in contented, but building passion, the feeling causing prickling bumps to cover his sun kissed skin. “Never before has a woman been so appreciative to this part of my form,” he said only slightly breathlessly. “I find it … incredibly sensual.”

"As do I," she purred sweetly before her lips closed over the pebble hardness, suckling for a long moment and then grating her teeth gently over the protrusion.

With a groan of pleasure, Hector’s hand went to her chin, pulling her face to his and gifting her with the most heated of kisses, his mouth wild with desire for the taste of hers. With a movement born of heavy experience he threw a leg over her body and rolled pulling himself atop her as he deepened the kiss even further, his body fairly writhing above hers.

Melior gasped and reached for him only to be halted by the soft whimper from the infant nearby. She tiny whimper of her own left her lips as she met Hector's eyes. "He is hungry, lover."

He chuckled then, his body hardening even as she spoke. “Only because he is my son will I let you leave my bed.”

"Only because he is your son will I leave your bed," she laughed, lightly firing back. Slowly she eased from his weight and padded to the bed of his son. Lifting the infant, she smiled as he rooted against her and latched on to an already milk tipped breast. "So much like you, Hector."

Hector sat in the bed, his arms wrapped around his raised knees as he watched the enthralling sight of Melior feeding his son. Gently, he rested his cheek against his knee as he sighed … a sigh filled with reverberating sensuality. “More so than you know, Melior.”

"And what exactly do you mean by that, Hector?" She glanced to him, a delicate brow lifted in question, the soft tingling suctioning at her breast filling her with a sense of well being, of fulfillment.

He chuckled, his heated gaze locked on hers. “Exactly what you know it to mean, Melior,” he threw back. With another contented sigh, he leaned back on his elbows and smiled. “You are all that a woman should be,” he said softly.

She blushed at his remark, basking in his praise yet feeling the slightest bit unworthy. "Thank you, Hector."

Pushing from the bed, he moved to sit beside her, one hand at the small of her back as the other hand offered a thick finger to the fist of the babe that feasted so loudly. “Why do you blush so?” he asked tenderly. “You must know it to be true.”

"I am a good mother to your son and now a passionate lover to you, but I will never be a woman such as Claudia. I will never know the ways of a woman born to....” She shook her head not sure what she was trying to say, other than she was a low born woman and wished for all the world she could be a woman that would have a place in the world, a woman who would be remember long past her mortal days.

Hector took her chin in his fingers turning her face to his eyes. “Tell me,” he said softly. “We always spoke frankly before. Should it not be more so now?”

"I can only complement you here, Hector, in your bed. It troubles me to think we are friends and yet I can not speak openly to you beyond these walls unless summoned. Fate is cruel sometimes." She smiled almost sadly, switching the babe in her arms from one breast to the other. A small droplet of milk fell from her red tipped breast to roll down along the plane of her stomach; she shivered with the feel of it.

He sighed, his hand moving from her back to trial the path the drop had taken, finally running lightly around the dusky pink areola. “You know that you can speak to me anytime … any way you wish, Melior. You are my friend.” He chuckled slightly as he tenderly ran the pad of his finger along the abused nipple. “And now, we are more than mere friends, no?”

"We are," she nodded, her smile brightening as he reassured her that she did not have to be burned by propriety to speak to him. Her body gave into another shiver at his touch and she moaned lightly. In her arms the baby's lips at her nipple went slack as he began to doze, a milky froth at the edge of his cherubic lips.

His eyes narrowed slightly. “You are still not well with this?” His fingers continued their gentle ministrations as he allowed his finger to slip from his son’s grip to wind sweetly into the locks of her hair, leaning to press a kiss on the curve of her neck.

"I am quite well with this, Hector," she assured him as she tilted her head to the side allowing him free rein at her neck, eager for the warm moist feel of his tongue over her skin.

Pulling her and the babe in her arms to the edge of the bed, he slide behind her, his legs widening to pull her into their center, her well-formed buttocks pressing close to the evidence of his manhood as his arms wrapped tightly around her middle. Using his nose to move long tendrils of hair from the flesh of her neck and shoulders, he lavished heated, loving attention on each soft curve as his hands moved to gently fondle both free breasts simultaneously.

She was still stimulated from the babe's suckling and milk seeped slowly from her, coating his fingers. She grew wet at the feel of such a thing. Never had she thought her milk or the expressing of it could heat her body so quickly or thoroughly. "Hector, I must lay your son to sleep and then..."

He would not let her leave yet, not willing to lose the feeling that was coursing through him to diminish quite yet. Letting his moist, milk-covered fingers contract, he gently pinched her nipples concurrently, his face upon her shoulder watching the fluid spill from her onto the war-roughened fingers and down her stomach. “Tell me,” he whispered. “What are you feeling?” A woman’s breast had always been the ultimate in perfection to him … and this ministration was causing him to grow hard with such swiftness it surprised even him.

"Pleasure. Hot flowing pleasure that rushes through my body and comes to a demanding pitch in my womb," she whispered with a hoarseness that surprised her. The voice sounded so sultry and sensual that she would not believe it her own. She arched her back then pressing her soft bottom tightly against his rising desire.

Leaning in a limber position, he positioned his head near the side curve of her breast and brushed his stubbled cheek across the smooth skin there before letting his tongue caress the heated flesh of her full, rounded orb … all the while thrusting his hardness into the small of her back. “It excites me that it pleases you so.”

"You feed upon my response to you?" She asked, already knowing the answer but wanting him to affirm it, wanting him to speak it to her. Twisting her torso slightly she gave him a better angle with which to lavish attention to her heavy aching breast, pearly droplets still forming at the peak.

“Yes,” he whispered, his tongue now tracing the rosy areolas, one after another as one hand moved to dip between her thighs, fingers delving into the sweet essence of her that dripped from the downy hair there. “You cannot imagine the feeling!”

"I can, Hector, your response to my body effects me no less." She gasped as she began to ride his fingers in liquid roll of her hips, fluid and graceful even in her overwrought state.

“It does not disgust you,” he asked raggedly, his fingers deepening inside her and dancing with perfect expertise, his knowledge of how to pleasure a woman immeasurable. “My taking you this way, wanting you even as you sit with my son in your arms?” His mouth widened slightly as he pulled a portion of her breast with his teeth, suckling hard and firm onto the tender side flesh.

"No, Hector, he is but a babe and can know nothing of this. I am mother to him but I am a woman fist, and would have the pleasure you give," she responded, remembering then the promised she had made him earlier, the thing she had promised to do for him and he her. "Hector, there is something I wish to do but I must put to bed your son."

Reluctant to separate their bodies, he slowly nodded, easing his body from hers taking in great gulps of breath to try and cool his raging need. He pondered on her words as he allowed her the freedom to move. A mother … to his child? No doubt she would make the perfect mother … and a fulfilling wife. He rolled the concept around in his mind. Already she thought herself his son’s mother … was it so far an idea?

Melior padded back to the infant's bed and lay him carefully inside. She turned back to Hector with a mischievous smile, a smile of seduction also. Easing back onto the bed opposite him she lifted her arms above her head as if stretching in feline satisfaction, and then gyrated her torso slowly. Drawing her knees up she eased her thighs wide open for his view, to allow him the sight of her mound and beyond as she eased her hand down and separated the flesh lower lips.

Her erotic movements and exposure of her most intimate area caused Hector’s manhood to jump instantly upward as he dug his heels into the mattress, pushing his back to the headboard as he settled to watch the sexual demonstration. “You …” he breathed raggedly. “You will … do this … for me?” Instinctively, his own hand moved to slide gently across his twitching shaft, eyes wide and focused on that part of her that made her distinctly woman.

She nodded her head with a sensual slowness that was echoed in the depths of her eyes. "It is my pleasure to do this for the both of us," she purred as her finger teased along the outer lips and then trailed inside over the protruding bud high up in the slit of her womanhood. "Show me what this does to you, Hector. Speak it to me."

Panting as his hand slowly teased his marble-hard organ from base to head, he gained his voice, albeit a husky voice it was. “It caused fire and lave to run rampant through my body,” he whispered as his tongue moved languidly over his dried lips, his own legs separating to quicken his pace as his free hand cupped and manipulated the filled sac beside. “It makes my manhood pulse and throb just to see …” he inhaled, “to smell your sexuality.”

She moaned as she circled her pleasure bud, applying just the perfect amount of pressure over the swollen flesh, his words helping to fan the flames of her desire. "You manhood, just the sight of it, causes my juices to seep from me." Engaging in the inflaming dialogue, she eased her fingers down and ran them slowly around her trickling opening, finally, easing a single finger inside.

The sight of her self-manipulation was more than erotic … it was almost more than he could bear. “Melior … if only you could see what I see,” he said hoarsely, his index finger stopping at the head of his too-large shaft to run a manly nail around the pin-point opening where the first drops of his sexual essence began to ooze forth. “Your wetness … it’s pouring from you,” he panted, exchanging the index finger for his smallest, easing the tip of his nail into the small organ’s opening, his face contorting in pleasured pain. “Your woman’s portal convulses so!”

"Convulses for you, lover. There is nothing that compares to the way you stretch me, you fill me. There is a pain so sweet in it that I would weep for the wanting of it." She gasped, plunging the finger deeply inside and then slowly withdrawing to add another digit. Her eyes locked on his quivering column of flesh, watched as he gently stretched the opening from which his seed came. "Is such a thing pleasurable to you, Hector?"

His eyes flew widely into hers for a moment before softly chuckling, moving his finger away from the opening and encircling the thick rod, his hand almost roughly jerking the foreskin up and then down to the base over and over again, his need undeniable and evident in his violent strokes … sweet sexual sweat pouring now from his pores. “In a much different way … yes,” he hiss. “A very pleasurable thing.” Stopping for a moment at the foundation of his hardness, he pointed the head toward her and continued the harsh pumping. “This pains you? This flesh of mine?”

"Only in the most exquisite way, so sweetly painful, so blissfully torturous." She continued explaining as she began to thrust roughly in and out of her channel riding her fingers hard in her passionate fevor. "I will apply my tongue your opening, I will stretch it with the heated wet tip. Perhaps, I can cause you to cry out your pleasure."

Hector moaned loudly then, his body tensing in the first signs of climactic pleasure. “I can wait not much longer,” he hissed, his hand moving fast and sure, then stopping to caress and manipulate the heavy, full sacs beside before continuing again with its primary goal.

That was all she needed, to be told he was so close to spilling his see from just watching her. Spasms rocked her slight frame, her channel clamping tight over and over against her fingers. "Do not hold back for me, Hector," she hissed, as she trembled with the last of her orgasmic quakes.

“As if I could,” he whispered, the muscles in his neck tightening as the globes of his hindquarters squeezed together in the extreme tension that served prelude to the violent eruption that followed … his manhood flying and jerking as his body’s essence shot frantically from the convulsing, tiny opening.

She pulled her fingers from her tender channel with a liquid suction sound and crawled across the bed to him. She watched the thick pearly cream spirit from the crown of his manhood, her thighs squeezing together as a new wetness made itself known there. She couldn't help what she was about to do, it was as natural as breathing to her. With the last bit of seed escaping him, she began lapping along his shaft, cleaning him, bathing him with her tongue.

Hector’s eyes squeezed shut then, having vowed to himself that no one would do such to him that was not his wife … yet he could not stop himself. With a loud groan of pleasure, his hand entwined into her tendrils, he actually pushed her head even closer to his member, urging her further with his motions.

She covered him, sucking him between her lips, bobbing up and down on the slowly softening member, her lips drawing ever last drop of his salty essence from his spent member. Her heavy vibrating moans flowed over his flesh with each new dip of her head.

“Ah, Melior,” he groaned softly … his body tingling and excited, yet growing slack with sated completion. “Such wonder comes from your mouth.” He shivered, loving the sensations that were new to him.

Full wilted she let him slide from her lips to renew himself. Lifting her head, she met his gaze. “I adore the taste of you, Hector. Your flavor has no compare."

His eyes filled with unshed tears as a smile came upon his features. “Never … never have I felt such.” His hand moved to brush across her cheek, needing to say more but not knowing what to say.

"Hector, may I sleep here with you …in your bed?" she asked, knowing emotion was brimming inside him and needing to weather the storm with him instead of being sent to a room with walls that separated them.

He smiled affectionately, his finger continuing to caress her cheek with his finger. “I would be honored … please, stay with me.” Pulling her with him, he nestled her in the crook of his arm, gently pulling the covers over both of them and settling easily with her body. “It feels right.”

"After being alone for so long," she finished the thought that she knew was in his mind. She wound herself around him and yawned, her body and mind finally sated.

He breathed a cleansing sigh then, contented for the first time in a very long time. He smiled to himself, then, knowing what had to be done. He had taken this woman to his bed and, in time, would take her into his household. Closing his tired eyes, he nestled further and gave in to sleep.


The sky was barely showing signs of light in the sky as Achilles fastened the last of his sandal strap, his eyes moving to the sleeping beauty beside him. Seeing his clothing securely fastened about his waist, he leaned over the bed and trailed sweet, loving kisses along her shoulder and neck to awaken her softly. “It is time, my love,” he whispered gently.

Her eyes fluttered slowly open as a sleep dazed smile lined her full lips. "Good morning, my beautiful warrior." And then it struck her, he was leaving. Her eyes went wide and she reached for him, clinging to his chest. She would not cry and beg his to stay, she would not dishonor him that way, but nothing could be harder for her. "Take care this day, Achilles. I will meet you on the morrow for our wedding feast."

Gently he stroked her hair and back, soothing her in anyway he could. “It is an assignation I will move Olympus itself to meet.” Kissing her smooth cheek, he was quiet for a moment before saying tenderly, “help me into my armor? If you are to be a warrior’s woman, this is to be an honor reserved for you alone.”

She nodded, thick tears of pain chocking her, clogging her throat. She moved off the bed, not bothering to cover her nude form. She was determined that his last sight of her be one of loving arousal, needing and wanting him as no other ever had or ever could.

He moved to the leather accoutrements, and as she neared him, he took her in his arms fiercely, kissing her with a passion born of the gods. “I will return to you,” he said, voice substantial with untold love, his hand moving to roam over the softness of her rounded posterior. “And then we shall continue attempting to create the child we are already working toward.” His eyes smiled into her gaze, mischievous in their light.

"A son with your golden hair and...." She reached up and stroked his golden mane, tangling her fingers within as she tried to memorize everything about him.

“A daughter with fiery tresses,” he corrected with a smile, his own gaze taking in her beauty and grace. “Of course, if the gods are good to us, we will have a bit of time alone together … to practice our child making abilities?” He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. “I love you, mind, body and soul. And I will return.”

"You will return," she affirmed, laying her hand against his chest. "I love you, mind, body, and soul." Spoken with such devotion, the simple words were a lasting vow between them.

“Come, he said softly, bending to take the breastplate at his feet into his hands. “Dress me, before I have not the strength to leave and do what I must so that we can marry and be a family.”

She quickly aided him with the breastplate, securing the leather ties at his side. "Our wedding night will be glorious, Achilles."

“As will every night of our lives hereafter,” he said lovingly. He kissed her gently before making quick work of the remaining armor, his helmet held in his hand … the time to depart come all too soon. “Know this, above all. I love you more than it is possible for any human to love.”

She swayed slightly with his words, feeling a slight buzzing in her head. "My love, my heart, goes with you, Achilles."

His smile was loving and sensual simultaneously. “Until I come to you again, my love.” One last kiss, a heartfelt embrace, and he quickly moved to the secret door, his steps slowing as he reached the portal. Looking back, his eyes trailing longingly over her beautifully nude physique, he touched his hand to his heart in a loving salute, turned hesitantly, and exited the door.

She could hold it inside no longer; she slid to the floor as the door closed fully, heart wrenching sobs torn from her. Her slight frame shook violently with the toll it took upon her. All the while she repeated her love for the golden warrior, Achilles.

Several moments later, a soft tap came upon the door, which opened slowly. “My lady?” A disheveled Melior, having seen her own warrior off only moments ago, peered inside after hearing what sounded like crying coming from the chambers. Seeing Claudia so crumpled, she closed the door and moved quickly, taking the woman in her arms and rocking her gently. “Oh, my lady,” she murmured comfortingly.

"He has gone, my friend. He has gone," she repeated over and over, her chest heaving with the effort to draw a suitable breath to fill her lungs. "I must go to the temple to pray. I must do something." Pushing away from Melior she turned to grasp a gown and the floor beneath her tilted at an odd angle and she fell quiet as blackness swam into her vision.

Running to steady the woman who was her friend, Melior quickly eased her to the bed again pulling her into an embrace. “I know, my lady. I know.” She patted her cheek and smoothed her back, struggling to keep Claudia into consciousness. “He has left …” A hitch came to her own voice. “Just as your brother has left. But they will return. Return healthy and prepared to live in peace and happiness.” She thought of her own ache as Hector left that very morning and struggled to keep her pain at bay to support the woman in her arms. “They will return!”

"Melior, bring me the babe. Bring my brother's child to me," she whispered as she closed her eyes, fighting to regain her composure, fighting to regain her senses.

Nodding, the nurse swiftly moved to do Claudia’s bidding, gathering the sleeping babe from Hector’s room and returning, moving to place him reverently in the woman’s arms. Keeping her own tears at bay, she sat by her mistress and laid a hand upon the boy’s downy head. “How much like your brother he looks,” she said softly.

She took a deep shuttering breath and stared down at the wide eyed babe and smiled. "He does look very much like him." Looking up to Melior she noticed for the first time that there was something very different about the woman, something almost..."Tell me, Melior? Tell me what has brought this look of fulfillment to your face."

Eyes widening slightly, Melior lowered her eyes and blushed quite prettily. “My lady, I’m sure it is not something that you would wish to hear.” She hesitated to tell Claudia the basis of her contentment, unsure of how her mistress would feel about her bedding Hector.

"I wish very much to hear, my friend. I should need some good news this morning." She smoothed her hand across the baby’s head, smiling as he made a gurgling sound.

With a deep breath, Melior kept her eyes upon Claudia’s as she spoke proudly. “Your brother is the cause of my glow, my lady.”

She gasped, a wide smile sliding into place as she stared in surprise at the other woman. "He came to you?"

Taking a deep breath, Melior looked upon the babe with a tentative smile. “He came to his chamber and I was there. In truth, we … we came to each other in need.” Her eyes moved hesitantly toward her mistress and friend. “He went to battle a happy man.”

"Oh, Melior, this is so very good! Finally, he will hold himself away no longer. You are a good woman, my friend, and I could be no more happy that you have taken comfort in one another." She sighed softly, thinking of Achilles then. Her sadness was slowly creeping back and she knew she must occupy herself before it consumed her completely. "How shall we celebrate such glorious news?"

Melior blushed then, happy of the approval and eager to keep her mistress’s spirits upward. “Mayhap, by planning the feast that will celebrate the homecoming of our two important men and their swift return to our beds?”

"An excellent idea! Let us begin!" Claudia laughed, her heartache subsiding with the happiness of Melior and the baby in her arms. Then a thought occurred to her and she could not keep herself from mentioning it. "Melior, did Hector speak to you of his pain at your belief he had mistreated Helen?"

The nurse nodded slowly. “He did, my lady. And I assured him vehemently that it was not him that received my disdain, but the woman who so horridly tried to use his pain and torment to gain hold of him.” Her eyes were like daggers as they again looked into Claudia’s. “How could she do such?”

"I hate her as no other, my friend, but I also pity her. What could happen to a woman to make her such? I have no answers and I hesitate to..." She looked down into the innocent eyes of the babe in her arms. "Believe that a person is born to such things."

“NO,” Melior insisted, her own eyes flying to the tender, writhing flesh in her friend’s arms. “One who has that much anger, sneak and destruction must be carefully taught.” She shivered slightly. “I confess, I have no pity for her … only loathing.”

"But to have only loathing, Melior, we can not see past such a thing and discover why she does such thing. If we can not see why she does such things it will prove more difficult to destroy her plot and schemes before they are unleashed. I wish to know such a person so that I may spot them more easily in our midst. Helen is harmless but if she were a man and wielded power then the damage could be far worse." Claudia met Melior's eyes hoping she understood how she felt about Helen and what could be gained from her.

Melior shook her head. “Helen is not harmless, my lady. If Paris is truly captivated by her, in love with her, then she has all the power in the world to usurp your family’s happiness, thereby destroying the most peaceful, erudite and artistic of kingdoms!”

"But you see..." She smiled, over sweetly at her friend. "I do not for one moment believe Paris is truly in love with her. He has had many women in his life, as you know, and claimed to be in love with them all. The things he has done for love is unthinkable but he has done them never the less, and Helen is no different. I wonder sometimes if my brother can truly know love at all. Will he spend his entire life searching for it only to come away empty and alone?"

Melior listened intently, then smiled. “I pray you are right, my lady. I wish for him the love and passion of a truly good woman, for he is young, handsome and very captivating.”

"Sometimes I believe that to be his curse. His beauty and his tender heart. He thinks he loves Helen because he imagines he has rescued her from a cage and freed her to a wondrous life with him. He will learn soon enough that love does not come from rescuing another, it comes from seeing them find their own strength and path in life." She shrugged, not wanting to think overly on Paris and Helen, for it brought thoughts of her beloved Achilles and Hector.

“Perhaps, my lady, if you spoke with him?” Melior shrugged then. “I would hate to see him given up upon.”

"I can speak to him only is there is a ripple upon the pool of Helen and Paris' affection. This we will see in time and we must watch carefully for it. Then I will speak to him and be the loving sister that I am, I will lend him support and guidance if he will have it."

Melior laughed, a melodic and musical sound. “You are truly the mortar that holds this family steady, my lady!” Quickly, she embraced her friend, letting her hand move to tickle the chin of the child. “Now, about that feast….?”

"I plan this feast with you in hope that..." She leaned in as if telling her friend a secret in a very crowded chamber. "In hopes that Achilles will be free to announce our intentions to wed."

Happiness fought for the surprise in Melior’s gaze. Forgetting all signs of decorum, she threw her arms tightly around the shoulders of her mistress and squealed delightedly. “Oh, my lady, how wonderful!” She pulled away and looked lovingly into Claudia’s eyes. “It cannot be denied how much you adore him!”

"I hope it will be soon that everyone can see it upon my face," she replied hugging the other woman tightly with one arm.

“Then let us hurry and begin preparation for you betrothal feast!” She stopped then and nibbled her bottom lip. “You have not spoken to your father about this. Think you that he will approve?”

"Hector has agreed to stand with Achilles when he speaks to my father. Hector will make certain my father knows my feelings for this man and will urge my father to accept the match." She eased to the edge of the bed handing over the infant to Melior. "My father would not deny me the man I love, even if he is a Greek.”

The nurse’s eyes shimmered with pride and happiness as she gazed at her mistress while gently patting the baby’s back. “You and Achilles will be proof that all people can live together in peace and harmony.” She sighed contentedly. “It will be magical. The princess and the warrior.”

"The princess and the warrior. Our romance shall be legend." She picked up her gown and clutched it to her chest whirling happily. "Think of our babies, Melior, the will be beautiful. They will be....they will be part of Achilles that will grow inside my body."

“It is true, my lady.” Melior moved to place the baby in the softness of the cradle. “I truly will be legendary.” She smiled sweetly to her friend and superior. “How thrilling for you to truly marry for love.”

"And what of you, Melior?" She stopped spinning, her arms grasping the garment and sliding into it. "What would you say to my brother if he were to ask marriage of you?"

A long, contemplative silence followed before the woman answered. “It would seem the perfect world if such would happen. But you and I both know that it will not happen.”

"I know nothing of it, Melior." Claudia giggled, shaking her head. She turned and tilted her head, looking closely at the beauty of the other woman. "I do know of my brother and where his body goes his heart is quick to follow. If you do not wish anything beyond the pleasure of his bed speak plainly of it to him. I would feel surprise if he speaks to you of joining."

Melior let the thought roll in the space of her mind and smiled, blushing quaintly at the thought. “I must admit, my lady … the thought is most wonderful, and one that I would definitely not be opposed to.”

"That is good. I would speak favorably of the match to my brother if he were to ask my thoughts." She waved Melior over and resumed her seat upon the bed.

Loving the woman for her kind open-heartedness, Melior slipped beside her mistress, the new-found possibility alive in her brain. “You are too kind, my lady. It is not a wonder why Achilles loves you so desperately.”

"I wonder how it goes for our men … what the day will yield." She sighed and glanced side long at her friend, eager for the day to draw to a close. "Shall we begin planning?"

“Our men will yield success and happiness for our lands,” Melior said happily. “And yes! Let’s begin planning a feast to end all feasts … for surely they will return victorious … and hungry.” She grinned an impish grin.

"Then let us plan," Claudia clapped her hand over Melior's and wished away all the possible unhappiness of the day, focusing only on her love for Achilles.