He closed his eyes and dreamed of Paris, his tender touch, his gentle kisses. His fear was that Hector and his father would discover what he was and whom he loved.
Fucking Paris stole Helen from Menelaus trying to prove not what you were. Now you made her the face that launched a thousand ships. She wasn't that pretty and Menelaus hadn't been able to get an erection in years. As far as the story went, he was a eunuch but that was not for me to judge. His father supposedly sliced off his testicles after he discovered him on his knees sucking Zeus's cock. After that, he watched him get down on his knees and begged Zeus to fuck his arse.
Not that Zeus did. I was surprised he even let him suck his cock. He didn't swing that way as far as I knew. There were too many demigod kids, but I guessed at the time Hera, the bitch, could drive a man to anything or so I thought. Until I watched him from my concealment and saw him, transform back into Apollo. The Trojan God of the sun and he was fucking with them? Why?
Achilles gazed up at the wall of Troy that withheld Paris from him, his love.
He was here because of Paris' denial and because of her, Helen, The Bitch.
The fights had been immense, so many losses on both sides and for what? An ugly woman who they now thought the most beautiful face that caused a love so deep from Menelaus to come get her. Was it real? This was about war and capital and likely set up by Menelaus' brother Agamemnon. Now, if ever there were an arsehole, it would be him. Word had it he was the reason his brother was a eunuch, but Menelaus worshiped his brother for an unknown reason that escaped me.
Still it was dark, and I needed to see Paris, I scaled the walls of Troy. I dressed in black so that no one would see me. How could he do this to me? I climbed and made my way to his chambers and listened at the door. I heard her moan and she cried out his name. My heart broke. He fucked her. She loved it. I hated them both. I wanted her dead and well maybe not him but fuck this was killing me.
My head bashed back against the wall as I listened to her begging him and his fucking her, the slut. I HATED HER, HELEN THE WHORE. I never liked that bitch she was a two-faced back stabbing overrated bitch.
Still, I remembered meeting Paris. He was with Hector, so young and so beautiful with an arse; you wouldn't believe. I saw him as he looked at me, and he quivered. It made my cock so hard I wanted him. I thought it was just to piss off Hector. They said we were equally matched . He was as fine a warrior as me. As if, I couldn't have kicked his arse without breathing.
Paris left the room I followed. He tried to escape me. I did not allow it. I caught him at his door.