Captivated

Chapter 7: Erotic Bouquet

For the past week Helen did nothing but cry out her pain. But what pain is that? Paris would always find himself questioning. Never has she been this distraught , except when I first met her in Sparta. Not only that, but the war was paying its toll on Troy. Food was beginning to become scare, and so were able warriors. And he hasn't seen his golden goddess since the other day. Paris was always found depressed now, walking through the halls melancholy. His father from time to time asked 'why', but always an answer of 'never mind' came back to him.

Hector was found more in the thick of battle then at home with his wife. Her cold looks at Helen didn't soothe her condition. As did the queen who would exchange an evil stare at her once in awhile. Depression was found in every corner and Paris prayed to Apollo to make anything go away. All Apollo could supply to him was the occasional servant girl to warm his bed, another effect from Helen's moody tempers.

Meanwhile, Eris was spent busy trailing along Ares in the battles. Their times together made the pain in her heart ease for only a while. It wasn't long before Paris crept back into her mind like a drug she couldn't refuse. Ares noticed this.

"Go to him." He said to her while they lounged about his rooms. Eris was taken aback. For that peroid of time, the two stayed away from the other. So how would the angered Ares' know about Eris' infactuation with this mortal? He wasn't the time to follow others, no matter how confusing thier habits were.

"What?! How did you know?"

"I ease dropped on Aphrodite again." Ares confessed not afriad to chuckle at his mistakes, which he always does.

A smile stretched over her face at Ares' childish habits. She made no more delays and left to see Paris again, leaving a kiss good-bye.

When she arrived at his rooms she saw the drapes were down, shutting the sun out. Helen's cries were heard in the bedroom where Paris just came out of. He was weary with her pain, and annoyed at her crying. The prince now loathed being next to his love and finding it as a chore when they were able to share a bed. She seemed to quiet down a bit more when he was with her, making him stick to her wherever he went now. He needed to get away, and his face pained Eris' heart.

"My Paris!" she swooshed over to his side. "What has happened to you?" Her presence pert his spirits only so much.

" Eris! You've come back! I'm so glad to see you!" He seized Eris for a hug, making her tremble at his touch. "It's Helen. She'd done nothing but mope around, crying at what she has done. I think she is beginning to have second thoughts on our love." He rubbed his aching head to soothe the pain between his eyes. "And now, I can't go anywhere away from her. She demands that my presence numbs the pain, but what pain!"

Finally Eris shamed herself for the curse she gave upon the girl. For the first time, she pitied the innocent creature. But she tried to keep her thoughts on Paris. If he stayed in this room any longer, soon he will writher and die just as everything else seemed to be.

"Come with me." She whispered.

"What?!" He locked eyes with her.

"Come with me. Away from it all, at least only for a while." She wanted him; she wanted them to be together; away from all the misery that was building around them. And it was all her fault. But such shame didn't reach her mind until now.

Before Paris responded 'yes', she tied her arms over his body as if shielding him away from an unknown pain. Paris felt the floor leave their feet, and he grabbed hold of his goddess in fear. The objects of the room molded into colors and began spinning around in a fast random motion. Paris locked his eyes shut to keep his nausea in control. Soon enough, the ground came up beneath them and he opened his eyes.

It was another room, but felt like another world. Eris slowly released Paris for him to intake of all he just went through.

They were outside, but where he could not figure out. Waterfalls enclosed all around them as walls, only letting in the violet night sky. Already reflecting the many stars and Artemis' moon. It seemed they were trapped on a little spit of land, big enough for a room. On it was a marble floor, with a stoned pavilion over them. Scribed in were nymphs and harpies, seeming might they jump to life and attack him at any moment. In the center was a large settee, enough for three to sleep on. The air he breathed was different. No traces of blood polluted the air but instead a crisp scent the waterfalls gave off.

"This was where I stayed before I came back to Mt.Olympus." Eris answered Paris' unspoken question. "If I could say there is a generous man in the heavens it would be Poseidon. Even though he is known for a bad temper every now and then, he always seemed calm and peaceful to me. He offered me this place to relax. Perhaps the only father figure I have."

Paris was still in awe of the scenery. He then placed himself next to Eris on the settee. "Why did you run here from your home?" he asked.

"Everything seemed corrupted for being itself at the time. Even Ares acted that way... What happened was, all the immortals were jolly for this upcoming wedding and I was expecting to see the ceremony. I could just see myself counting down the days and bickering to myself of what to wear.Nothing this big was planned at the time, and I was so bored with the heavens and the mortal floor. When it finally came down to the day...I wasn't invited. I was furious with them all, since they knew how much I was excited for it. Even Ares was there and said nothing about it to me. So I threw a conflict at them hoping it would make the evening horrible!"

Worry crept into Paris' mind. The words of why the goddesses were there were faint, but still enough to understand.

"An apple?" Paris added.

Eris spun to meet him. "yes..."

Anger and furry seethed in his eyes. "You were the one that caused it all!!" he stormed. "It was you!!! You brought that decision upon me, which doomed mine and the people I loved lives to death!! Damn you!"

He stormed out of the gazebo not noticing how cold the water was when he splashed through the waterfall's basin.

"Paris, please! Get out of there!!" Eris pleaded. Seeing Paris leave her torn her heart. She literally felt the blood ozz out of the organ and slip out of her eyes."You have no where to go!!" she directed.

"THANKS TO YOU!!" he howled back. But she was right; he would be only walking into a misty waterfall, so he turned back.

Cold and wet didn't cool down his nerves. The air made him dizzy. Eris came to embrace warmth upon him, but he shunned her away. Instead he placed himself on the settee holding his head in his hands.

"Paris, please listen to me." Eris sat down next to him, clinging to his arm. "If I knew the consequences I would never have done it. I'm...sorry." The last word she tried so hard to hush out. Never did a god or goddess ever submit an apology, no matter what wrong they did. Paris was different to her. His life and wellfare actually meant something to her other then his godlike features that should be put into good use. Paris caught on how she tried to hide it.

"Louder." He demanded it.

"I'm sorry!" she raged. "I'm sorry for your burden, I'm sorry for your family. I'm sorry for you city. And damn it! I'm sorry for Hel---''

Paris lunged for her mouth, kissing her passionately. Her last apology was cut off by his longing craved kiss he wanted to give her since he first saw her.

Their kiss deepened with Eris' force, massaging their tongues with one another. Paris untied her loose gown that fluttered down her. Naked, she slowly undid his tunic layer by layer revealing his flesh to her. A chill came up him from the cold breeze and the water. Paris stepped out of the pool of clothe and used his weight to fall back on top of her.

She held his face between her hands and kissed him with all the heat and adore in her, all the pride and passion of her nature. There was intensity between them that she had never felt before. She wanted more of it, and the way she kissed him told him so.

"Touch me." He said.

She was not certain how. Following her instincts she marveled at the feel of him: that velvety quiescence at first and then, under the pressure of her fingertips, the rigidity that made it possible for him to reach the core of her and send her spiraling into their private inner space. He pressed her knees apart and she understood what he wanted and straddled him.

She guided him inside her and lied down onto him. She put her head back and laughed softly out of pure physical joy. For the longest time, she wanted this. She craved to have him, to taste his mouth, to touch him. Most of all, she wanted to surrender under him. Long has she played the goddess, now only he made her want to play the servant. The worshipper of her beautiful lover.

She bent to kiss him deeply, her hips beginning to rise and fall along the length of him. His hands reached up to cup her breasts, then moved down between her legs to stroke her again. She began her erotic climb with him inside her and it was so long to her. The climb was slower, longer and the climax more explosive then she ever experienced before. She heard his voice and hers mingle in the shadowy pavilion, and felt her body shudder when his did. Exhausted and replete, she stretched out and stayed on top of him. He reached down and pulled her now undone gown over them and rocked her.

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Next chapter won't be so happy. Eris comes back with signs of bliss and she is found out by Apollo. Being jealouse, he tells Athena who is angered that Eris would do such a thing. The secreat is out, and someone may die.