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Is there one person…just one who hasn't been hurt by me in some way, shape, or form? It's like everything I touch burns up, like fire. Paris leaned against one of the buildings he had passed previously while walking without a purpose. He started to cry. He put his back to the building and slid down it slowly, crying even harder. This will be the last time. I can't leave Lenora. I won't.
Paris got up quickly and ran through the market pushing people out of his way, knocking over carts and little old ladies with baskets. He just kept running in the direction of the hut. He turned a corner down an alley and was stopped short when he came face to face with Nereus. "What are you doing here?" he asked shocked.
"Cousin, I could say the same thing about you. I see you haven't taken my advice," he said in a calm, soothing voice.
" I-,"
"Paris…Paris….tsk tsk. I know about that girl you like," he said smiling while moving closer and closer to the young prince.
" You do?" he asked quietly. Nereus nodded sympathetically.
" I heard what happened, you know, word of mouth. The poor thing got raped and you didn't even protect her," he said smiling just a little. Paris became angry at the sudden intrusion of words.
" I didn't mean to-," Paris began loudly. Nereus laughed softly.
"Of course not, nothing is ever your fault, is it?" Nereus said angrily. Paris said nothing and started to walk past him, but Nereus stopped him short and pushed him back. Paris was surprised by his cousin's sudden attempt to hurt him. Of all the years he knew him, this was the truly first "violent" act he had ever seem him even attempt.
"Nereus, you…please move," Paris said calmly. Nereus just laughed and shook his head.
"Not this time," he replied quickly and pulled out a dagger. Unarmed, Paris backed off quickly out of his aim. Nereus turned around quickly and struck the dagger at his face. Paris moved, but not fast enough and was struck on his left cheek. Paris cried out in sudden pain and Nereus pushed him down. Paris suddenly tried to regain his balance, but was again pushed down. Two men, both huge, came to Nereus's side and the taller one with a scar down his neck punched him. His hysterical laughing was the last thing Paris heard before his world turned black.
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"Hector, where are we going?" Lenora asked confused, followed by Ida, trying to keep up with the older prince's pace. "To find Paris." Lenora desperately wanted to know Paris's whereabouts, but feared that Hector was leading them into danger, even though he trusted him, she knew it wasn't safe. She turned around quickly and faced Ida.
"Go home," she said sternly. Ida looked upset and was obviously displeased. "Please do this for me, go home, and stay there until I get back." Ida was about to object, but knew she couldn't fight her. She nodded.
"Find Paris," was all Ida said before running back. Lenora nodded and turned back around to follow Hector.
"How do you know where to find him?" Lenora asked breathlessly while still running behind him.
"I don't, but I have some suspicions." It's all my fault, I made him leave. I'll never forgive myself if he's hurt.
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Paris awoke to the sound of men arguing about something. He lifted his head and groaned as pain shot through it everywhere and opened his eyes slowly to see the same two men that grabbed him in the alley. He attempted to move his legs, but couldn't. He looked down slowly to find his whole body tied. Paris gasped and attempted to squirm from the ropes grip, but was unsuccessful. "Ah, I see he's awake," said one of the men as they both walked over to him slowly.
"Aren't you such a pretty thing," said the other man and put his hand on Paris's cheek. He breathed in sharply at the pain of the raw cut that was bleeding down the side of his face.
"Don't touch me," Paris said angrily and spat on the taller man's old, unlaced boot. The man became angry and was about to strike him a hard blow when a door opened behind them. All three heads looked.
" Leave him be," said Nereus smiling while walking over to them and took off his cloak. The two, large men backed off. "He'll get what's coming to him…soon enough."
"Why are you doing this to me!" Paris cried angrily. Nereus sighed in disbelief.
"As if you don't know. You, Paris, are nothing more than an insect. My uncle, reluctantly, your father never punished you for anything. You're such a brat; you always got what you wanted, while everyone else was left in the shadows. You, Paris, are no longer going to be the prince of Troy, and either will your brother!" said Nereus angrily as he punched Paris in the stomach, hard.
Paris groaned in pain. "When father finds out-," Paris began softly. Nereus cut him off with his laughter.
"Your father never was a good king, he should be quite proud when I am king though…. which will happen soon enough. You see, if you and Hector are gone, I am next inline to be the prince, or so says the changes in your father's will. I am technically of royal blood, although I never got the same treatment," said Nereus angrily, kicking Paris in the side once more as he rolled over in pain.
"Please…," Paris spat out.
"You could of made it easy on yourself and took your own life, but no, that bitch gave you hope, gave you love, nothing of what you even deserve!" Nereus yelled out in even more anger and frustration that was building inside of him as he continued to kick Paris. He pulled out his dagger once again and pushed Paris on his back. He put the knife right over Paris's heart but stopped and smiled. Paris looked up at him slowly. "I forgot about the present I have for you first. Boys!"
The two men came back to Nereus' side. "Our turn to have some fun?" He smiled and nodded.
"You earned it," he replied and backed away slowly to watch. The two, grotesque men leaned over to look at Paris.
"What are you going to do with me?" The men didn't reply and began to work. The taller one looked at his partner.
"Do the honors, Pereus?" The man smiled.
"Why, thank you Rogue," he replied slyly. The one called Rogue began to untie Paris's pants. Figuring out their plan, Paris, wide-eyed, began to squirm and bucked to get them off of him. "He's pretty lively." But, the ropes again, made that impossible. It also made it impossible to pull down the boy's pants, so Rogue did the next best thing and began to cut them off. Pereus pulled at the button's of Paris's shirt and it was soon discarded somewhere on the cold floor. Rogue finally freed the young prince of his bottoms and also threw them on the floor as well. The cold air on Paris's privates made him shiver. He blushed, realizing he was entirely exposed. The men gave themselves a moment to take in Paris's soft, toned body in its entirety.
"Please, no, don't do this," Paris yelled out in fear as tears started to come down his face. The two men laughed and Pereus pushed Paris's hair off his face.
"Shhh," he said as he picked up his discarded shirt, ripped a strip off of it and gagged his mouth. "You keep quiet." Paris felt their hands all over and screamed through his gag at the filthy touches they laid all over his body. Probing, poking, licking, he hated ever touch and wanted to kill them both. He looked past them to still see Nereus standing there, arms crossed, smiling smugly. This is what he deserves. In boiling anger, Paris started to turn and twist and was able to spit the gag out.
"Help me! Somebody help!" Paris cried. Rogue slapped him and tied the gag back in his mouth even harder. They continued to laugh loudly at the prince's predicament, enjoying every bit of the prince.
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From outside the market, Lenora could hear someone crying. "Hector, listen!" They both stopped and heard it coming from inside one of the buildings; they followed the noises, the laughter. It was coming from the same building Lenora had been raped in. She recognized it and stopped short as the memories came flooding back to her and she gasped. Hector stopped and turned around. "What's the matter?" he whispered. Lenora shook her head and contained herself. I have to do this for Paris.
"Nothing, let's go," she replied sounding much more confidant than she really was and walked past Hector to try and peek in through one of the holes. Hector joined her and they both looked in to see two men leaning over something. They tried to make it out, but where unable to see much from the bad lighting. Hector looked over and was able to make out a man standing there watching the two men. He heard his laugh as the man turned to the side and Hector gasped when he saw it was Nereus. I knew he was up to no good. His shock became he more evident, as was Lenora's, when they realized the figure the two men were draped over was not something, but someone and that someone was Paris. Searing with anger, Hector got up quickly and ran to the old door of the building.
"Stay here," he said quickly and ran in before Lenora could stop him.
"NEREUS!" Hector roared and all four men looked at him. Nereus gasped as Rogue and Pereus rose and ran to his side. Paris smiled to see his older brother as he squirmed some more to attempt to free himself from the ropes once again. "Let my brother go!"
"Aww, look who came to save his little brother," Nereus said in a mocking tone as he laughed to himself. Hector pulled out his sword and pointed it at him. "I'm warning you, I'll only tell you once."
"I'm tired of taking your orders! Boys!" Nereus yelled as the two men jumped at Hector. He fell to the ground as Pereus knocked his sword out of his hand.
"PARIS!" cried Lenora as she ran in the building and over to Paris's side. Nereus stopped her when he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the ground.
"Why, we meet again," Nereus said smiling a disgusting smile. Lenora gasped, recognizing her rapist. His face, which she could never see perfectly in her nightmares, became clear. Lenora screamed.
"You! It's you!" she screamed and punched him hard, Nereus, dazed, toppled over. She ran to Paris and tried to untie him, but Nereus got up quickly and grabbed her hair. He pushed her down to the floor. Paris screamed and yelled obscenities at Nereus, but was muffled by the gag still in his mouth. Nereus picked her up by her hair and pulled her to her feet. He put both hands around her neck and began to strangle her. She gasped as she felt her need for air become stronger and stronger. Lenora made one go and grabbed Nereus's dagger from his waste. She pulled it out and stabbed him. With one more angry thrust, she stabbed him again right in the heart. The two men looked over and saw Nereus drop to the floor in blood and got up. Hector took the opportunity for escape and pushed them off of him. He jumped and grabbed his sword. He struck Rogue and then Pereus, each with one hard blow. They stood no chance against one of the best fighters in Troy. Both men, undead, laid on the ground in pain as blood spilled from their stomachs where they were stabbed.
Hector helped Lenora contain herself and they both ran to Paris's aid and untied him. He pulled on what was left of his pants and went straight to Lenora. "Are you alright!" Paris blurted out as he hugged her. She cried in his arms and Hector smiled. "Are you alright, brother?" he asked smiling.
"Yes," he nodded and hugged his brother.
"How did you know where to find me?" he asked slowly. Hector just smiled again and hugged his younger brother once more.
"Let's go home," said Lenora helping Paris up and they slowly made their way back to the hut.
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The next day, Clarissa and Ida couldn't believe what had happened when they got back. Hector made sure Nastor, as well, got what was coming to him. They locked him in the bottom of the ship heading back to Troy the next day. Hector sighed. They had spent that whole day loading things on the ship.
"We have a long day tomorrow, we must get back to Troy. We leave at sunrise, I'll come get you tomorrow," the older prince said to Paris as he smiled at Lenora and walked outside. They stayed silent and walked to her room. She slowly sat on her bed and began to cry. Paris, very bruised, limped over to her and sat on the bed.
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you," said Paris as he saw more tears ran down her face. Lenora shook her head and kissed him softly and hugged him, pulling him tight towards her.
"I'm sorry for not seeing what I knew was there before. It's not your fault," she said sadly and kissed him on his forehead. Paris looked at her and stared into her eyes that were whirlpools of something deeper than any ocean.
"Then why do you cry?" he whispered and put both of his hands on her cheeks and held her face close to his. She did not answer, but instead kissed him slowly as she ran her hands in his curly brown locks.
"We don't have to do this," he whispered in her ear.
"I want this," she whispered back and licked his neck. He eased into another kiss and pushed her down on the bed slowly, not to hurt her. The kiss became harder, full of desire and want. Something they both wanted and were determined to obtain. He ran his hand under her robe. His hand trailed along her thigh slowly and up to her stomach where he pulled up the cloth to watch as he left kisses from her bellybutton up to her breasts. She gasped at the sensations that swarmed around her body as he licked her nipple. She undid each button one by one on his night robe, which revealed the same chest she had seen in the building, but this time it was glowing, waiting for her to mark it as hers. She kissed and ran her tongue along it slowly and up to his face where she kissed his soft lips again. He's so beautiful.
This time, she pushed him down and pulled his own robe up to see nothing undergarments underneath. She stared at his body, taking it all in. Paris slowly ran his hands up her thighs once again and put two thumbs on the sides of her underwear and slid them down her legs, inch by inch. She got up just a little and hovered over Paris, smiling down on him. Lenora slowly went down on Paris's length, each second seemed like an eternity to Paris and he leaned up to kiss her. Lenora gasped as he thrust up and she moaned in pain and ecstasy. He groaned as the hot tightness surrounded him and he lost control.
The young prince began to thrust into her, slowly at first, but quickly gained speed. Lenora, lost in the waves of pleasure, soon came to her senses and started to meet every one of his thrusts. Lenora sucked on Paris's bottom lip as she continued to ride him. Her orgasm was coming; she could feel herself on the edge, as did Paris. She sucked on his neck and he let out a low growl as she bit him and left her mark. With three more hard thrusts he came inside her, shaking as his orgasm hit him in jolts. She came soon after and yelled out his name as she collapsed on top of him.
They both breathed heavily, starring into each other's eyes as their wet hair stuck to their faces. He smiled at her and kissed her nose. How could I have been so lucky to find somebody like her? She's my everything. "I love you."
"I love you," she whispered back in his ear and shared one last kiss before they fell asleep in each other's arms.
THE END!
That's it…..this story is done and I couldn't be more proud of it and I can't believe it's finished. I welcome all kinds of reviews but do please review it, especially from the ones who made a comment every few chapters, I miss you guys. Please let me know what you think! XoXo…and ideas of maybe a sequel? LoL! Who knows! Review Review Review!