Captivated
Chapter 15: Lap Me in Enmity
The golden bright colors in the past were long gone in Eris' wardrobe, replaced by those that reflected her gloom and loneliness. She stood by Zeus' law to never return to Paris' bedroom no matter how much she was tempted. Still she savored the moments when Aphrodite giggled and spilled out news of his well being. Because of Eris' hunger for Paris and Aphrodite's fondness of him they became closer over the conversations. She never saw her mother's form again after the trail except when the sun came down and she covered the sky.
It had been three day's past the trail and three days since she kissed her last kiss to Paris. To her it felt like a year has past since their last meeting which was the most passionate Eris will ever remember.
She was lying on her bed, waiting out the day when Athena entered her room. Out of all the people, the wise goddess were the last Eris had thought would show her face to the Lady of Discord.
"Enjoying the day Eris?" Athena teased. Usually Eris would snap back at such a comment but remained silent.
"Come with me Eris. I have something to show you." Her offer would have not been taken if she didn't end it with a promising site. "I will show you Paris." Without any hesitation Eris ran to the offer like a hungry dog.
Paris and Helen were in the great room that was plentiful with fruit, cushions, and silence. After Eris and him made love to each other, he woke up alone. First he was worried of the goddess, and then replaced by anger for leaving without as much as a good bye. How cheap does she really think I am? I know I have done that sort of thing with other girls, but I wouldn't have done it if they didn't except it! Again his thoughts revolved around her, breaking his promise to never think or speak to her for ever.
"Paris?" Helen's voice was like water to Paris' ears now. They refreshed his troubled thoughts of Eris clean until silence flooded through them again. She slivered her way to sit next to Paris, then slowly laying herself down on top of him. Helen picked one of his stray brown locks and twirled it around her finger.
"What seems to be troubling you my love." She asked.
"Nothing to talk about." He answered.
"Are you sure? We haven't made love in such a long time." She stated. Helen couldn't explain her now high-drive crave for him, but it seemed if she wasn't colliding herself into him, then she was thinking about it. She looked deep into his troubled eyes before planting a tender kiss. Paris was in no mood for love making, but he knew it wasn't fair to discard Helen's wants when it was true that they didn't do it very often now.
He slipped one hand beneath her waist and the other stroking her hair, her face, her neck with all the tenderness he could summon. After a while the kisses became deeper, hotter, but he had kissed her that way before and she knew she liked it. His hands went under her gown and he pulled up the whisper soft silk and bent to kiss her nipples.
She gave a little sigh and seemed to respond to it, but her ecstasy went full blast to feel his hands gliding up her thighs. He pushed them apart, slipping a finger into the soft cleft, found the little mound he was looking for and flicked it gently. She moaned a little with pleasure and opened her thighs. He was amazed at how much set her off now. He felt her tremble and peak. Helen's breathing was rapid. It was the moment to consummate. Paris was hard now, and he aroused Helen again so that she was not squeamish when he penetrated her, except to gasp when the membrane tore. Paris, racing toward release now, moved as nature had designed him to move and climaxed soon after.
All this was done before Eris' eyes. It was not long after Helen's craving kiss when the two goddesses arrived watching the mortals perform the ravage acts of love. Athena beamed at Eris' torn face. The broken goddess couldn't move her limbs. It wasn't after Paris' final lasting moan that set Eris running to her statuary of Mt. Olympus. Athena's laughter still echoed in her ears long after she reached the steps of the house, failing to go any further without opening her screaming mouth. All heard the moans of the raging goddess but only Ares came to retain her.
His comforting words she spat on, and the warming gestures and hugs she shoved away.
"Eris, please tell me." He said, trying to touch her trembling shoulders. But she quickly slapped his hand, and then heaved him out of her way. She didn't know where to run. Any vacant room would have been perfect for her to gush out her anger. Eris found her rooms were the only available and she slammed the door shut with all her might. Shutting out the world, the people, Paris, Athena, every aspect of what she called her life.
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