She began cleaning her face slowly , looking up at him from time to time. He didn't understand what it was about her that drove him mad. But at that moment all he wanted to do was help her, soothe her , clean her face gently and then ravish her passionately. He felt fear at the strength of the emotions in his heart. He usually only got this excited when he was about to fight. She was different. No woman had denied his touch before, all of them had thrown themselves at his feet, seeking his attention for mere seconds, just a small caress, anything from the hands of the mighty Achilles. She didn't want his touch, she didn't ask for it. She feared him and still had the courage to stand up to him. He didn't understand this woman. He got tired of looking at her and thinking all these weak thoughts and got out of the tent.

When he returned the darkness of the night had already enveloped everything around the camp, including his tent. He could only see shadows from the moons' light. He searched for her, already feeling her presence. He saw her curled up against the wall of his tenet, chuckling to himself at her innocence and fear. She had not dared to lay in his bed, afraid he might come and touch her. He wouldn't tonight, he would let her rest, but come tomorrow he would not be denied the touch of this woman whom he clearly desired more then any before her. Quickly and quietly he took his robes off and threw himself carelessly on the bed. It occurred to him as he hit the soft padding that his fall had caused a sudden noise to fill the room and he felt her respond immediately. He closed his eyes and waited to hear what she would do. His senses were as alert as if he was in the battlefield, to him this was a war and Achilles never lost a war. Quite some time had passed since he felt her stir and still she had not moved from her position, but he could feel that she was indeed awake looking at him. He turned on his back and threw his arm to cover his eyes, pretending to be asleep. He saw her then through his half closed eyes, looking at him intently and biting on her lip. He wished to do that himself, bite her lips til they bled, ravish them, ravish all of her. He moved once more, her presence was disturbing him and making him impatient, if she was going to get up she should do it right now, he didn't have the will nor the desire to play these games. As if she felt his frustration, she slowly got up and crawled quietly through the tent, her hands searching the floor, ( he was fascinated), she made her way to where he had previously thrown his armour and his weapons, and he smiled, pleasantly surprised at the actions he knew she would commit in a few minutes. She grabbed the knife and approached the bed, she pressed it tightly against his neck and he tried not to smile.

" Do it" he said, and he felt her shiver from the surprise, she had not expected him to be awake. " if I don't kill you , you will kill many more men" she said slowly. " Many" he answered her. That was a fact, who was she trying to convince. He saw it in her eyes, her insecurity, her hesitation. He reached up and grabbed her soft arms and shook her " Do it" , she became even weaker and her eyes filled with something he thought priestesses were not supposed to feel, desire. He could wait no longer. He turned her quickly and was on top of her in a second. Her soft body crushed below his and her legs spread to accommodate him. He knew she didn't do it in a sexual way, she was merely trying to figure out what to do. He kissed her then with all his passion and need, and perhaps hidden in there was something more, warmth and caring. He didn't think she would respond, but she did, timidly at first them stronger and stronger, til she dropped the damned knife and let her hands become entangled in his hair. He knew he was her first kiss, and tonight he would be her first everything. He nibbled on her lips slowly, trying to show her how to do it, how to please him and herself, and indeed she did learn rather quickly. He pushed his tongue in between her lips and explored her soft mouth. Her breath was delicious, like sweet cake and warm wine. His hand reached below him to find her leg and he lifted her torn dress to caress the soft firm skin he found there. She trembled in his arms at the delicious and new sensation. His other hand grabbed her hair and pulled her even closer, kissing her til she ran out of breath. He could feel her need for air as she clung to him, her leg tightening around his, her back arching as she pressed against him. But he couldn't let go, not yet just one more taste. She allowed him that, kissing him with an unbearable strength and passion, she grabbed his face in between her hands and pulled on his lower lip and struggling to make a decision between his kiss and air, she bit him hard so he gasped and pulled away. Free at last from the kiss that would imprison her heart forever, she dropped her hands on his chest and arched her back, threw her head back on the mattress and took a deep, desperate breath, one more after that and another after. Her chest rising higher and higher with each breath, her face flushed and her lips bruised in an exquisite manner. He was mesmerized as he licked his lips and felt blood. Then she stopped and looked at him, innocently, licking her own lips, her breathing returning to a normal pace.

" I'm sorry " she said " I couldn't breathe"

She lifted one hand from his chest and brought it to his hurt lip, wiping away the blood that has sprung there. She looked at her bloody finger with what he thought was shame. Women, they thought everything had to be shameful. He was glad she had bitten him, showed at least half the passion he was feeling. She had taken his breath away from his heart, but he would rather die then let her know that right now. He forcefully grabbed her finger and pulled it inside his mouth, licking his own blood away and sucking on her finger, feeling her delicious skin ripple under the massaging of his tongue. She grasped and closed her eyes.

He pulled her finger out and grabbed both of her hands with his strong one and put them above her head. He pressed himself closer to her.

" Did you catch you breath yet Briseis?" she didn't answer, merely looked at him, lost in the new sensations his body was placed upon hers.
" Answer me when I speak to you" he whispered in a demanding voice that was both tender and menacing. As he placed his head on the crook of her neck and began licking her softly, gnawing skilfully on the tender skin, making her quiver. He felt her mouth open and waited her response
" yes.. I did" she spoke carefully ….. and he awaited for her to finish.. she added reluctantly " But my lord I'm afraid you're going to have to stop and allow me some air , for I feel I shall be losing my breath as often as you touch me tonight"

He smiled at her honestly and began kissing her softly this time while whispering against her delicate mouth

" I will be touching you all night , and I will allow you as much breath as I take myself, so take a deep gulp of air now priestess and keep it within you."

He assaulted her once more determined to make her feel all the pleasures known to man or woman on earth. She hugged his body tightly and tied her gorgeous legs around his. Ah indeed, he thought perhaps he would be the one needing the most air tonight.