Alana
I was scared when the great warrior we all heard about, Achilles, grabbed my wrist and walked away with me. Even though he had my wrist in his big hand, I was still terrified. At this point, I was shaking with fear. I heard how rough he was. Most of the women said, ‘he was rough but worth it’. Some of them weren’t seen around until three or four nights after claiming they couldn’t properly walk. I didn’t want to be one of them. I wanted to be able to do my duties and keep my head low. Though I was thankful for him rescuing me from Cyril who tried to force himself on me more than once since I’d been here, I didn’t think I was getting anything better with Achilles.
Everyone admired him, and the women wanted to be the lucky ones to be in his arms or bed. I just wanted to continue to do my duties as a slave in quiet solitude. I didn’t want to be used as I had been ever since I came here. When we stopped, I wasn’t paying attention because I smacked right into his hard back. It felt like crashing into a brick wall even with the armor on. I looked up, and we had entered his chambers. I stood there frozen in place as he moved around. His chambers were already lit with candles all over showing off the gold and black ensemble of the room. I looked around admiring the cleanliness of his room and how it was made for such a warrior of his status. A thud caused me to turn in Achilles’ direction, and I regretted it the moment I did.
When I turned to look at him, he was removing his armor. He removed his breastplate first, it hit the floor with a clank. Then, the garment he wore came next. The gods must’ve taken the time to carve his defined back out inch by inch. His broad shoulders seemed bigger without the armor, which shouldn’t have been possible. He rotated his shoulders causing his back muscles to move around. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, even when he turned around to face me. I must’ve looked insane as I stared at the definition in his arms, then his pecs, following down to his taut stomach. Only the gods who loved him could construct his abdominal area so well as a gift to mankind.
I should’ve looked away, yet it became too late the moment my eyes traveled farther down. He was gloriously naked, and his member was at ease. I’d never seen something so big when it wasn’t demanding for attention. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. I heard him chuckle.
“Come here,” he demanded, his voice harsh and rough.
I wanted to yell, ‘No!’ But, I breathed in a deep breath and exhaled, taking small steps toward him. When I finally reached up to him, I looked down at my feet trying to ignore the beast between his legs. It now made sense why most of those women claimed he ripped them apart. I didn’t want that at all.
“Help me with these,” he said as he wiggled his foot.
I looked down at his sandals. I didn’t say anything as I slowly got down to my knees and removed each sandal from his feet. I heard him make a sound that scared me. I looked up, which was a mistake. The top of my head knocked into his semi-erect member.
“Beautiful,” was all that came from his lips.
His face was even more handsome as he stared right at me. His green eyes contrasted, yet complimented, his golden chest hair. It seemed to make him striking and hard to look at all at the same time. He was tall; so much taller than me. I knew I didn’t grow past five feet, but this man towered over me like a pillar. Everything about him said he was a warrior, a great one at that.
He must’ve not liked me staring. He turned away from me and went toward his private bathing pool that was as large as my room. He slowly sank into the hot, steaming water and I saw his whole body relax as I was still on my knees. He tilted his head back a bit, letting out a breath and closing his eyes.
“Come in… I won’t bite,” he said to me.
I slowly stood up and removed my dress and the undergarment covering my sex. I walked toward the pool and got in. It wasn’t too deep, as I was able to stand, leaving the water underneath my breasts. I stayed in the corner. After a moment, Achilles opened his eyes. He turned his head to look at me.
“Come here.”
I wanted to protest, but I knew if I did, he could probably make it hurt even more. I slowly moved forward and stopped in front of him. From this angle, he was humongous, and I had to take a step back. His hand shot out, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into him. I didn’t expect this kind of reaction to him as my body touched his. My body seemed to burn as his hand caressed my back. He stared into my eyes and I looked down. His other hand lightly grabbed my jaw making me look back up at him.
“I want you to look at me, Alana.”
As I heard my name on his lips, it did something to me. I shivered, not understanding what was happening. I looked at the intense gaze in his eyes as he observed me. Then, before I could expect it, he kissed me. I was in shock. The men who had taken my body never kissed me. I had never been kissed before, and it burned me. It burned everything inside me, making my lips respond. I wanted to repeat the kiss, loving the sensation and feeling of his mouth on mine.
His hold on my jaw grew tighter causing my mouth to open, and his tongue snaked into my mouth. At first, he teased my tongue, inviting it out to play. I followed his lead and touched his tongue with mine. A deep sound escaped his mouth as he pulled me even closer. I felt his member against me, but there was something else distracting me. A moan escaped me, and he captured it with his waiting mouth. Achilles didn’t hesitate as he removed his hand from my jaw and gripped my butt. He pulled me up his body. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
His member probed at my entrance. Before I could say anything, he slipped inside of me with ease. His member filled me to the brink. I gasped as he pulled away from my mouth. I tensed, not able to handle it.
“Alana…” he called out to me. “Relax. Let me in,” he said.
The kisses he laid on my shoulders and in the crook of my neck caused me to relax. He pumped into me. For the first time, I enjoyed giving my body, and I should’ve known better. I should’ve laid back on his bed instead, void of emotions, as he pumped into me, but I did not. I was full of emotions as he filled me, causing tears to escape my lids, due to being treated as a woman not a slave. A woman a man craved to touch, to kiss, to make love to and to caress. This is what he did to me.
“That’s it, Alana…” he said my name as if it was a prayer to the gods. “Just let me in. Let me in.”
Little did we know those three beautiful words would be the cause of our deaths.