Achilles
The pain that took over my heart was overwhelming. Why did he attack like that? Patroclus is dead. He was more than a cousin, I loved him dearly. He was my best friend, my brother.
I laid Briseis down gently on the bed. Her eyes were still full of tears, she watched me, her face cemented in the same concerned expression. Just like the statues of the Gods around the kingdoms.
In one quick act, she raced towards the exit of my tent. She'll never make it home, the men will tear her up one by one, pleasuring themselves.
I'll give her a head start, I feel too drained to move. My heart hurts for Patroclus.
Only a few short minutes later, hearing Briseis cry, I knew the men had her. She sounds so fearful, and it broke my heart in two. I rushed out of my tent, seeing a man holding her tight, his arms wrapped around her body. Her dress was pulled up, and her underwear was around her ankles. I see his hand on her belly, slowly making its way down.
"You'll like it, darling." His words hissed with an evil ring.
She gazes at me, her tears eating away at my soul.
Quickly, I grab the man by the neck, forcing him to release his hold on Briseis. He groans in pain as I throw him forcefully to the ground. Then, kicking him in the ribs, making sure to break a few.
"Never touch what's mine again!" I shout, looking around at the other men, who all appear horrified.
Once I was on the bed, I could feel her eyes on me. She sat with her legs pulled to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. I felt horrible, like I failed her. What was I thinking by letting her go? I should have swallowed my feelings to protect her.
"Why didn't you come sooner?" she asked.
"I gave you a head start."
"You knew the man would just catch me."
I nodded, peering at her face. I could see the pain in her eyes.
"You let them hurt me. You knew they would," she said, her eyes filling with tears.
"I hoped they wouldn't. You needed to learn what would happen if you left this tent."
"He... He tried too." She cried, her lower lip shaking.
"He didn't, though, you are safe."
She looks at me with tears still in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, no one will ever hurt you again." As my hand gently brushed against her cheek, I was taken aback by the trust she showed in allowing me to even touch her.
I lay down next to her and pulled up her dress slowly. She looks scared, eyeing me innocently.
"Let me show you how that's supposed to feel when a man touches you."
"What?" She whispered so quietly, yet I could still hear the innocence in her voice.
My hand pulls down her underwear. Her body shakes, and I know she is scared.
"It's okay, I am not going to hurt you."
She nods.
"May I?" I hold up my hand.
She watches me, and I kiss her forehead.
"Yes," she spoke in a little above a whisper.
I slowly slip two fingers, after licking them into her vagina, moving them slowly back and forth. Slower and then faster, putting them in deeper as I go.
"Do you want me to stop?" I could tell I was pleasuring her with her lips relaxing, and her hand gently touching mine.
She shakes her head.
"Let yourself be vocal about how you feel.
I smile as she begins to moan.