Captivated

Chapter 13: On A Cloud Of Bliss

Now that the Greeks have lost their greatest warrior as the Trojans did, the war must be delayed another seven days and nights for mourning of Achilles. Since the death of Achilles reached every Trojans ears, it seemed the city now took its long craving breath of relief. All the wine cellars were opened, and the food that thought has been gone now was laid out before every household in the city.

Praim now looked at his son with pride and admiration when they meet. The gossiping hags down in the kitchens were actually laughing after 10 years of silence. Helen smiled more often, glowing with bliss that made her shine out of every women in Troy. Even the widowed wife of Hector began eating and paid attention to her child son. Up high above Troy and the world, Eris smiled down at her lover enjoying as much as he was with his triumph. As the excitement was quieting down to a more normal pace, Eris planned to see Paris again.

She wanted to dress exceptionally clever to praise Paris' achievement, so she stole one of Aphrodite's gowns. Only one of them caught her eye that satisfied her taste. It was a very pale pink gown that shimmered gold in the light. The gown was a little tight fitting in some areas but Eris took in the new comfort with hope it will surprise Paris of her arrival better. She was in the mood to wear her hair down this time but didn't forget to tie locks up top, weaving matching pearls. Once she felt like she was ready, Eris quietly slipped out of Mt. Olympus without so much of a trace to her whereabouts.

Paris didn't mind that he had to sleep alone tonight since Helen was feeling ill from all the wine and food they ate from the past nights. So far they didn't spend a moment of their time together without always ending it with Helen trailing Paris into the bedroom. Her new found lust for him was the reason they were kept up all night and day. Yet not one trace of sleep was hidden under their eyes.

He was about to head for bed until the familiar scent of apples reached his nose. He turned to see his beloved goddess reclining on a nearby couch. Eris was planning to keep her cool when she met him, but the sight of his face made her leap from her seat to hug him.

"Paris!" she exclaimed as the two held each other. Paris was now glad to see her again, from knowing it was her that saved him on the battle field. He couldn't hold in the secret and gushed out to tell Eris.

"It was you! You were the one that helped me in battle!!"

"No Paris." She said coolly, his face relaxed into a frown. "Apollo was the one that directed your bow. But it was me that ordered him to do so!" Paris again retained his smile.

After not seeing in such a long time, the two fell into a series of conversations until a silence fell between them. Only the cracking of the oil lamps were heard and illuminated their features, exciting the other deeply. A nervous smile split Eris' face before she got up from her couch and left to go to the balcony. Paris followed after her, eyeing her every curve.

"Why do I get the feeling that you've come here for something but feel guilty of taking it?" he said smoothly.

"Since when do you know what I came here for?" she replied.

"Women are all the same, moral or immortal. And it has been very useful that I can smell out their purposes." He said this to her softly on her neck. The touch of his moving lips made Eris close her eyes and fall a little into him.

"We can't do this anymore Paris." She finally said. His roaming hands and nibbling lips stopped. The absence of him opened Eris' eyes. "They know. Hera and Athena both know and soon who else."

"Since when did you fear Eris?"

"Since when I met you!" she snapped. "The punishment is critical and merciless if such a love was found." Her sadness shone through her voice. Paris wrapped his arms around Eris' waist and then resumed kissing along her swan like neck. She trembled at the touch.

She wanted to tell him to forget the last few seconds and leave her at peace with her world. The pressure of his hands on her waist was intoxicating, and was even more too much to handle when they feel down where her thighs met her body. With a little cry she turned and put her arms around his neck. His eyes searched her face and saw something there that made his kiss her ardently. Before that kiss she might have stopped him, but now she was a lost.

He kissed her again and her senses clamored for him. It was so simple! She wanted him in the deepest part of her. She wanted to feel him there. She wanted to be possessed by him, possessed wildly and taken without restraint of any kind. She felt herself slipping into the net cradle of sex, savage and sweet, tender and relentless.

They were two passionate to do this on the balcony but to impatient to go in the bedroom, so Eris pushed Paris by the largest couch. It only took the small tug of the right knot for Eris' gown to gracefully slip down her body. The sight of her ignited a fire in Paris that he never felt before, not even Helen boiled his body and flesh as Eris did. His mouth clung to hers while she stripped off his tunic.

Then his hands rolled along her body down her length. He followed it path kneeling with his head against her, his lips tracing the creases of her center, his tongue flickering against her velvet skin.

When he stood again she could feel his bare chest with the soft tips of her breasts. She gasped at the sensation and breathed deeply with he bent his head to kiss her breasts. She had neither the will nor the wishes to stop him when he laid down beside her on the reclining couch and took her in his arms.

His hands moved down her body, his fingers lacing through the hair between her legs before moving to slide inside her. She opened her thighs and he stroked her slowly, both of them excited by the way their breathing quickened. He knew when she was at the brink of rapture and her sobbing cry told him when she reached it. He went quickly inside her prolonging her shudders of release, summering from another place as she pulled him deep within her.

Eris' arms and legs came up to encircle him. Her hips rose and fell to his rhythm, and there was only uproar of the blood that gathered both of them up in a moment of searing bliss so acute that it was almost painful.

Once they reached their peak, Paris quieted his movement to a stop and collapsed on top of Eris. It was comforting to her when they both trembled against one another. Knowing that sleep was beginning to take into them, Paris wrapped Eris in her gown and took her in his bed for the night. There they cleaved to each other in the warmth of his bed. The fear of them being caught escaped her mind long ago and slept peacefully on top of her love. His breathing seized her to a peaceful state, and before she washed herself in sleep a smile blew across her face; knowing she finally obtained Paris forever from Helen.

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