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S through Z › Troy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,396
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Beauty I see.
Title: The Beauty
Category: Troy
Pairing: Many, mainly Helen/Paris
Rating: R for brief sexuality, violence, and being dark and morbid.
Summary: Helen’s thoughts on everything from her abduction & rape, the downfall of Troy, to her eventual return to Meneleus.
Italics=flashback
Chapter 1: A foolish queen.
Have you ever found true love? I did, once many years ago. I thought I was in the heavens, and that Aphrodite herself had blessed me. This wonderful feeling had to have been my reward for the atrocities I had seen. I felt like I could have cried and laughed at the same time, just thinking about my one true love.
But, these things do not last forever, no matter how much I wanted it to. The fire I felt within me, that made me feel I was burning alive, had long since been extinguished. The lingering touches, and soft tender kisses began to make my flesh crawl…how does a fairy tale end up like this? I will never know and I shall never find out again.
Remembering the whole ordeal is painful, but it haunts me regardless…
“How many more times do you believe we can get away with this?” the dark haired prince whispers into my ear. Turning my head towards him, I smile and twine our hands together. “I no longer know nor care my love.” This obviously pleases him and languidly he begins to stroke my hair. “What of your brother?” I whisper.
His eyes become dark, and in an instant he is looking through me, not at me. “And of my husband?”…there is a long and suffering pause, and I see his eyes searching for an answer. I can almost feel the thoughts turning over in his mind. “I…do not know. All I know is that I would die a thousand deaths and face any peril, just to be with you.” That statement makes me feel like I could take on the Gods themselves.
He reaches over, grasping me, pulling my body up against his. “I will never give you up. I will not stop fighting till you are a Trojan princess. Helen of Troy sounds perfect to me.” I stare in awe, and in that moment I can no longer think of anything other than this man, lying naked before me. “My sweet Paris…” I am ashamed of myself. I am usually so strong, and mindful of keeping my emotions in line. Not tonight it may seem, for the burning sensation in the back of my eyes continues to grow, and I am no longer able to see him. My eyes almost feel as if they were floating, there are so many tears in them. “I love you so much. I will go wherever you go. You have already rescued me from my mediocre existence with your mere presence.”
As soon as those words escape me, he claims my lips with his own. His hands glide down my frame, almost as though they are searching for something. evidently they have found what they are looking for. To feel his hands on me excites me.
My hands slide down his chest, over the contours of his neck and face. They finally stop in his
dark hair, and he is intrigued.
I need to breathe but I do not want to break the contact between us. His tongue enters my mouth and we fight for dominance. He wins, of course, but I can not say that I mind being the loser in this battle. The pleasure intensifies and I am no longer able to keep quiet. My moans and cries reverberate off the walls of my room.....his room...Menelaus's room. I push this thought to the very back of my mind.
The white hot sparks I feel in my under regions is too much I need him now, inside me...I begin to call out his name…when…I am awoken by a large
unfriendly hand. "Woman, what is your need now?” that voice…It sounds like…then it hits me. I am suddenly pulled back to the reality of what has
happened.
I open my eyes to see the old and stern face of the mighty King Menelaus. "I am perfectly fine. I was just having a nightmare is all. Go back to sleep." He takes my advice immediately. He does not truly care if I was all right I know that. Just making sure that his pretty trophy is the way it is supposed to
be. He lies down and drapes an arm over me, pulling me so that my back is against cheschest.
I can smell the wine on his breath...and the smell of so many other women on him...It sickens me...
And then I remember what I had, ten years ago...
And I cry...
Chapter 1 end.
*To be continued*
Category: Troy
Pairing: Many, mainly Helen/Paris
Rating: R for brief sexuality, violence, and being dark and morbid.
Summary: Helen’s thoughts on everything from her abduction & rape, the downfall of Troy, to her eventual return to Meneleus.
Italics=flashback
Chapter 1: A foolish queen.
Have you ever found true love? I did, once many years ago. I thought I was in the heavens, and that Aphrodite herself had blessed me. This wonderful feeling had to have been my reward for the atrocities I had seen. I felt like I could have cried and laughed at the same time, just thinking about my one true love.
But, these things do not last forever, no matter how much I wanted it to. The fire I felt within me, that made me feel I was burning alive, had long since been extinguished. The lingering touches, and soft tender kisses began to make my flesh crawl…how does a fairy tale end up like this? I will never know and I shall never find out again.
Remembering the whole ordeal is painful, but it haunts me regardless…
“How many more times do you believe we can get away with this?” the dark haired prince whispers into my ear. Turning my head towards him, I smile and twine our hands together. “I no longer know nor care my love.” This obviously pleases him and languidly he begins to stroke my hair. “What of your brother?” I whisper.
His eyes become dark, and in an instant he is looking through me, not at me. “And of my husband?”…there is a long and suffering pause, and I see his eyes searching for an answer. I can almost feel the thoughts turning over in his mind. “I…do not know. All I know is that I would die a thousand deaths and face any peril, just to be with you.” That statement makes me feel like I could take on the Gods themselves.
He reaches over, grasping me, pulling my body up against his. “I will never give you up. I will not stop fighting till you are a Trojan princess. Helen of Troy sounds perfect to me.” I stare in awe, and in that moment I can no longer think of anything other than this man, lying naked before me. “My sweet Paris…” I am ashamed of myself. I am usually so strong, and mindful of keeping my emotions in line. Not tonight it may seem, for the burning sensation in the back of my eyes continues to grow, and I am no longer able to see him. My eyes almost feel as if they were floating, there are so many tears in them. “I love you so much. I will go wherever you go. You have already rescued me from my mediocre existence with your mere presence.”
As soon as those words escape me, he claims my lips with his own. His hands glide down my frame, almost as though they are searching for something. evidently they have found what they are looking for. To feel his hands on me excites me.
My hands slide down his chest, over the contours of his neck and face. They finally stop in his
dark hair, and he is intrigued.
I need to breathe but I do not want to break the contact between us. His tongue enters my mouth and we fight for dominance. He wins, of course, but I can not say that I mind being the loser in this battle. The pleasure intensifies and I am no longer able to keep quiet. My moans and cries reverberate off the walls of my room.....his room...Menelaus's room. I push this thought to the very back of my mind.
The white hot sparks I feel in my under regions is too much I need him now, inside me...I begin to call out his name…when…I am awoken by a large
unfriendly hand. "Woman, what is your need now?” that voice…It sounds like…then it hits me. I am suddenly pulled back to the reality of what has
happened.
I open my eyes to see the old and stern face of the mighty King Menelaus. "I am perfectly fine. I was just having a nightmare is all. Go back to sleep." He takes my advice immediately. He does not truly care if I was all right I know that. Just making sure that his pretty trophy is the way it is supposed to
be. He lies down and drapes an arm over me, pulling me so that my back is against cheschest.
I can smell the wine on his breath...and the smell of so many other women on him...It sickens me...
And then I remember what I had, ten years ago...
And I cry...
Chapter 1 end.
*To be continued*