𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 🫦

I lay nestled in my bed, the coolness of the night brushing against my skin as I drifted into a deep sleep. But sleep brought with it a vivid dream—a dream where Achilles stood before me, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. In the dream, we were surrounded by a swirling mist, the world around us melting away until there was only him, strong and commanding, his touch igniting every nerve in my body. When I awoke, my heart raced, and warmth spread through me that was impossible to ignore. The remnants of the dream lingered in my mind, teasing me with the memory of his hands on my body, the way he held me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. I could still feel the heat of his breath against my skin, the thrill of his desire echoing in my heart.

Yet reality soon set in, and the weight of the situation pressed down on me. I threw off my covers, determined to find him again. The sheer dress I donned was simple yet elegant, clinging to my curves and leaving little to the imagination, hinting at the nakedness beneath. It shimmered faintly in the moonlight, a garment fit for a Trojan noblewoman, but tonight it felt like a second skin—exposing yet freeing—as I prepared to step into the unknown. I recalled the secret passage Athena had shown me, a hidden route that led from the palace to a private area on the outskirts of Troy. It whispered promises of freedom and danger, a path that would take me to Achilles.

As I reached the entrance to the passage, I paused for a moment, feeling the cool air wafting from the tunnel. It was dark inside, but I had no choice. I slipped through the opening, the sound of my breath the only thing breaking the silence. The tunnels were narrow, their walls cool to the touch, and I pressed forward, my heart pounding in rhythm with my footsteps. I navigated the winding passages, my mind racing with thoughts of Achilles—his fierce spirit, his undeniable charm, and the way he made me feel alive in a world that had turned cold with war.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally caught sight of the flickering light ahead—the glow of campfires in the Greek encampment. The air shifted, carrying the faint sounds of deep, rumbling snores; the warriors were asleep, their bodies sprawled across makeshift beds. I moved carefully, aware that I had to remain quiet and unseen. Navigating through the sleeping forms, I felt a thrill at the excitement of my secret mission, the risk of discovery heightening my senses. Each step brought me closer to Achilles' tent, my heart racing as I imagined what would happen if I could just reach him, if I could slip into his embrace once more.

At last, I spotted the entrance to his tent, a shadow against the stars, and my breath caught in my throat. This was it. I was so close. I reached out, heart pounding, and pulled aside the flap, stepping inside the dimly lit space, determined to find him. But as I entered, the sight of him, peacefully asleep, took my breath away. The flickering light cast soft shadows across his strong features, and I felt a rush of desire flood through me as I stood there, clad only in the sheer dress that left nothing hidden beneath. I had to be quiet, I reminded myself, my heart racing as I took a careful step forward, trying to avoid any sound that might disturb him.

However, just as I approached, Achilles stirred awake. His instincts kicked in, and before I could react, he sprang into action, swiftly grabbing hold of me and pulling me down to the ground in one fluid motion. The world around us blurred, and I found myself pinned beneath him, his eyes fierce and alert, as if ready to defend against an unseen threat. But the moment he saw my face, the tension in his body eased. His expression softened, confusion melting into something warmer. The fierce warrior was still there, but now I saw the glimmer of recognition, desire, and something deeper.

"Sabryna," he breathed, his voice low and edged with disbelief. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down my spine, and I realized that even in this primal moment, he could still see me—not just as a conquest, but as something more.

"Achilles," I whispered, my heart still racing, but now from a mix of fear and exhilaration. "I didn't want to wake you."

"Yet here you are," he murmured, a half-smile playing on his lips, his grip on me loosening. The wildness in his eyes began to fade, replaced by a tenderness that made my heart swell.

He hovered above me, his eyes burning with raw desire as he took in every detail of my body beneath him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with a kind of reverence I hadn't expected.

My heart swelled at his words, a surge of emotion threatening to overwhelm me. In this moment, I wasn't just a captive or a pawn—I was desired, cherished, by the most formidable warrior in all of Greece.

As his hands roamed lower, tracing maddening patterns across my stomach and thighs, my breath hitched in anticipation. I parted my legs ever so slightly, an unspoken invitation, and Achilles eagerly accepted. He kissed me deeply, his fingers exploring the wet heat between my thighs, and a moan escaped me, swallowed by the intensity of our kiss. The ache within me grew with every skilled touch, building towards a crescendo only he could bring forth.

When he finally positioned himself at my entrance, I locked eyes with him—a silent affirmation of trust and longing. And then he was inside me—hard, deep—and all coherent thought fled from my mind. We moved together in perfect synchrony, hips meeting hips in a primal rhythm that left no room for doubt or restraint. Pleasure consumed us both as we lost ourselves in the heady bliss of carnal desire.

I dug my nails into his back as he thrust into me relentlessly, each stroke pushing us closer to the edge. The tension within me coiled tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment. And then it happened. With a guttural cry, Achilles found his release, his body shuddering against mine as he spilled himself deep within me. The sensation of him climaxing was enough to send me over the edge, my own orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave.

We clung to one another, bodies slick with sweat, riding out the waves of ecstasy. It was a transcendent moment—a union of both flesh and soul that seemed to defy the boundaries of time and space. As our breathing slowed, Achilles pressed a tender kiss against my forehead before collapsing onto the bed beside me. He gathered me into his arms, holding me close, as if afraid I might disappear.

"You're mine now, Sabryna," he whispered against my hair.

As Achilles' breathing slowed, his arm draped possessively over my waist, I stared up at the ceiling of the tent, my mind racing. The intensity of what just happened between us still pulsed through my body, but as the haze of pleasure began to fade, reality settled in.

I shouldn't have allowed myself to get this close to him. Achilles—my enemy, the man who had brought bloodshed to Troy—had touched something deep inside me, something I had tried so hard to bury. But what was I thinking? What have I done?

His words echoed in my mind, "You're mine now, Sabryna," and though part of me thrilled at the sound, another part recoiled. I could never truly belong to him. I had my life in Troy, my family, Hector...and yet here I was, tangled in the sheets of the most feared warrior of Greece.

I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, as a sharp pang of fear gripped my chest. He had finished inside me—deep and without hesitation. What if I get pregnant? The thought struck me hard. A child with Achilles...how could I hide something like that? It would be a betrayal beyond words, a child born of this forbidden union.

My stomach churned with the weight of it, and I felt an overwhelming urge to escape. To get away from this dangerous fantasy I had let myself fall into. Achilles lay beside me, his features softened in sleep, the usual hardness of his face momentarily gone. But I couldn't stay. I slipped out of his embrace as quietly as I could, my heart pounding. Every step away from him felt like a battle in itself, but I needed to leave, before the consequences of tonight caught up with me. I grabbed my cloak, wrapping it around myself for warmth, for protection against the raw emotions that were tearing at me.