Hello my dearest, are you satisfied with the last chapter?
I do hope you are not.
However, I do think it's romantic..... XD yup, it's romantic enough for me.
Okay, here's your long-expected chapter 8
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Chapter 8
Briseis gasped, nearly dropping the dagger that had spilled uncountable men's blood. Briseis was shocked by Achilles' words entirely. She had been sure that Achilles was fast asleep! Besides, she knew she would never be as calm and composed as Achilles when she was at the verge of dying, and she was stunned by Achilles' style of handling dangerous matters.
'Do it,' he repeated, opening his eyes and turned to look at her with his clear pale-blue eyes unhurriedly.
Briseis felt her breath quickened, and she knew she must kill him then, before it was too late to make the move, or never. But could she do it? She had heard that Achilles was immortal, and could never be hurt by any weapon.
She closed her eyes tightly, and prayed to Apollo to give her strength. She had been very aware that this man in front of her was fully unclothed, and her hands were shaking. She pressed the blade on his neck with greater pressure, hoping he would not dare to move. But Achilles had shown no sign of panic, 'Do you really think you can kill me?'
Briseis opened her eyes and looked into his. She blinked, and let the tear which had trapped in her eyes fell, down straightly to Achilles' left cheek.
'Why aren't you afraid?' Briseis asked in a shaky breath which was merely audible.
'Every man dies, there's no difference to me if I die now or I die fifty years later,' Achilles said straightforwardly.
'If I don't kill, you, others will die, my countrymen will die.' Briseis said reassuringly, more than to herself than to Achilles.
'Many.' Achilles assured her.
Briseis tightened her grip. 'I must kill you. For my countrymen; for my cousins; for my love and loyalty for my nation.' 'Then what is stopping you from doing it?' Again, Achilles was as calm and peaceful as before.
Briseis was enthralled by his tranquility, and her motive of killing him was slowly vanishing. No, she could not do it. She could not kill this man in front of her. Even if this man was the greatest obstacle for her country to win the war between Greece and hers.
Achilles grabbed her wrists firmly, and repeated, 'What's stopping you? ' He was starting to loose his endurance.
Briseis rendered speechless, and stared into Achilles' sapphire orbs. Again, she found herself drowning into the pool of clear blue. Frankly, she did not really know what was stopping her. Was she starting to like this man? Did she like this man enough to betray her country? Did she love him? Everything was uncertain to Briseis now. She could not even think. All she could do was to stare at Achilles' eyes, and let herself drown into his eyes deeper and deeper.
Achilles looked at her intensively. Briseis' eyes were clouded with doubt and uncertainty. He gloated inwardly, but his eyes remained emotionless. Perhaps concealing his emotions was his talent, as he had never learnt to hide his feelings from his facial expressions. He was still gripping her wrists firmly, and he did not want to let them go. He was afraid if he let go of it, he could never felt the faint, yet quickened beating of Briseis' pulse again.
No, he decided not to let them go. Even if he had to let them go, he had to do something to keep Briseis to him.
Almost at once, he felt his desire for her burning inside him. Should he take her tonight? But she was so naive and innocent. He would feel guilty to take advantage of her when she was as fragile as a wounded prey of a hunter (you should know that Achilles took no notice of the blade in front of his throat). He felt like he had never wanted anything more than her. His passion for her was so great that he started to loose control. Briseis had driven him mad, and no any other women or girls had done that to him before. That was the time he realized that he must take her right then. He tightened his grip around Briseis' wrists and rolled on top of Briseis, encasing her under his muscular body...
They kept staring into each other's eyes for a long time, and slowly, yet avidly, Achilles bent his head down to match his lips with hers. At the split second when their lips touched, Achilles felt like his heart had stopped beating. Briseis' lips were soft and full, and they were inexperienced. Yet Achilles found that they were the tastiest lips he had ever kissed.
Achilles faintly heard the clattering sound produced when the dagger hit the floor.
Achilles immediately deepened the kiss covetously (not because of Briseis was disarmed by then), wanting to taste more of Briseis. And Briseis returned his kiss tentatively. Knowing she wanted him back, Achilles' tongue roamed every bit of her mouth drastically. Little by little, he made his way down to her neck, and enjoyed the sweetness of her neck, and feeling the rising and falling of her chest as she panted breathlessly.
As Achilles' hand was traveling from the edge of her virgin robes to her thigh, pushing the silky fabric upwards, Briseis could not control herself. Briseis knew his motive of having sex, she was sophisticated enough to know what would be coming next. But she could not even push him away. Every bit of her mind was filled with the passion for him at the moment, and she wanted him. It felt so good to have him touching her this way.
Briseis shifted a bit, and Achilles kissed the other side of her neck tenderly, savoring every bit of her, and had not stopped pulling the robe away from her body until it had gone off and fell on the ground.
'No, don't' Briseis murmured, and tended to cover her body. Achilles kissed the girl softly, and said with the same volume of voice that Briseis had used, 'Stop debating to yourself. You know you want me, so why don't you just enjoy yourself with me?' Briseis did not reply. She moved her hands away from her body, and let Achilles took over all of her body. She entwined her fingers with his golden locks, yet her mind was screaming for her to stop the act at once, and her conscience was telling her that she was the priestess of Apollo, and she should always remain a virgin.
But the virgin robes had already fallen off....
But she could not control herself. Her body was moving naturally, and she could do nothing to stop her arms from tangling themselves with Achilles' body.
Surely Achilles had noticed she was uncomforted, and he kissed her lips softly again, and said, in a low husky voice, 'don't worry. I will make it as gentle as possible.'
Briseis nodded vaguely, and relaxed herself under Achilles kisses. She moaned softly into the quiet night and gave up her innocence and chastity to Achilles.
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OMG I don't know how to do it! Never had I written anything like this. I'm quite sure that this is the most challenging, yet worst chapter I had ever written...
I really need your reviews for this chapter!
