But Paris realized something was odd about his younger brother. Adonis usually kept to himself at dinner and never spoke, or laugh at that matter. So his laughter struck something odd in Paris that made him suspicious. He sat and ate for a while before it was time for dessert. He was going to find out what was making his brother so...unusual. Slowly, Paris rose from his seat. "May I be excused, Father?" Paris asked politely. Luckily, Adonis took no notice for he was in heavy conversation with Hector and Andromache. "Yes you may, Paris," his father said with a nod of his head. As he turned to go, Helen grabbed his arm. But he just gave her a look of reassurance and she let go. He walked swiftly and quietly to Adonis' chambers. The air of the night was hot and it was made even worse by the lit torches guiding Paris to the door of his brother's room. Slowly, he placed his hand on the knob. Even though he and Adonis didn't get along well, he still felt he was doing something forbidden against blood. But he wanted to know what was happening to his brother. Paris opened the door slowly.
The room was dark save for the kindle fire. i He must have lit it before he came down,i0 Paris thought as he closed the door. Nothing in his room seemed odd. Nothing was out of place. But then he saw something he thought that even Adonis would not have in his room. There was a woman on the bed. She rested peacefully on her back, her head tilted to the side, resting on her arm. With caution, Paris walked over to her. The woman's face was illuminated in the firelight. Paris was immediately filled with rage but the only thing he could do to supress it was to furrow his brow. It was the Greek prisoner. And by the state she was in, she wasn't taken forcefully by Adonis. But how? Why? If anyone else knew of this, Adonis would be banished from Troy or burnt alive. A glint of something around her neck caught Paris' eye. He looked carefully around her arm and saw a necklace. A necklace only a prince of Troy would give the one he wants to be their wife. Paris touched the sapphire necklace lightly.
Selene felt someone touch her neck. She opened her eyes slightly and she saw the face of Adonis' brother, Paris. "My sister isn't enough for you?" she asked coldly, quickly frightening him. He stepped back as she sat up, making sure to cover herself up. "You aren't supposed to be here," he said in a tone of 'authority'. Selene chuckled. "Do you honestly think I'm going to listen to a palace brat. Get out." Her voice was stern. "You have no right to speak to me like that," Paris said taking a step forward. Selene looked at him through strands of her black hair. "What are you going to do?" He looked at her for a moment. "Have you punished," he said. "How?" A smirk played across her lips. "Have you whipped," he said, folding his arms. "Like that scares me? I have seen people die and have fought in the worse conditions you can think of," Selene said. "I'm not sure if you yourself can handle a simple spanking." She looked daringly into his eyes. He was about to speak but she interrupted him. "Don't you think your father, or worse Helen, would get suspicious if you didn't come down before dinner is over." He knew she was right. But he decided to leave her with a warning. "I never want to see you here again." And with that he walked out of the room. "Right," Selene said to herself.Adonis noticed Paris return after a while. Adonis looked directly at Paris. Paris' eyes met his and they were full fo contempt. Adonis' heart dropped to his stomach. No. How could he have found out? Adonis would have to run to his room quickly. Luckily, dinner was over usually everyone turned in for the night. Adonis made to get up but Hector grab his arm. "Where are you going?" he asked laughing. "Aren't you going to join us for a drink?" "Er, no. Sorry but I am extremely tired. Sorry, Father." His father nodded his head. Adonis hurried to his room.
Upon opening the door, he was met by a naked Selene in front of him. She looked even more beautiful in the moonlight that was pouring in. He couldn't control himself. he walked quickly over to her, closing the door and took her in his arms. He kissed her as if it would be the last time he saw her. "Paris knows," she said quietly to him. "I figured as much," he replied laying her on the bed. "But let us not worry about Paris." He kissed her again. Selene stroked his face lightly. "Can we make love if it is our last time?" she asked sweetly. Adonis sighed. He didn't want to put fear into Selene of them being discovered by his father but it was inevidable. He nodded. She smiled sweetly and kissed him.
That night, Selene was on top. Adonis was so amazed by the things he thought he would never feel. Everytime Selene arched her back, causing more pressure to be put on his manhood, he moaned with ecstasy. She moaned in unison with him as well. And they knew no one could hear them for they were being drowned out by Paris and Helen on the floor above. But Selene's moaning drowned out Helen's to Adonis. Every cry, every exclamation of love shouted through the air brought him closer and closer to climax. Then it came. Selene was pushing as fast as she could go and yelled as she climaxed, "My prince." Adonis climaxed soon after her and she sighed as she felt him release his load into her. As she laid down on him, she whispered, "I hope to carry your child. That would really piss your father off." Adonis didn't want to think about his father. He justed wanted to hold Selene forever.