kept her eyes locked on his and
she took his cock and raised her hips, slowly guiding his hard length inside
her.
Eratos moaned out, throwing his head back as his hardness stretched
her, filled her. He wished he could stay here forever, wrapped up in her
warmth.
“Helena, oh gods.”
He could feel her legs trembling on either side of his
thighs, her fingers digging into the flesh of his back.
He began to rock back and forth, reveling in the feeling
that it was creating in him. The tension that was coursing through him began to
build inside him and willed him to move faster, ride harder. He wanted Helena
to heal him, and chase away the nightmares of his past. Rocking faster, he could
feel her pussy clenching around his cock. His fingers were in her curls,
bringing her pleasure as he rode her.
Their eyes locked in the moment they both gained their
bliss. She shuddered against him, crying out. He spilled his seed inside her,
then pulled her tight against his chest, holding her like he was afraid of
losing her.
“I love you, anam cara ,” he whispered.
“I love you too, Eratos. Please, do not leave me.” Helena
began to cry then, and he held her close. He wished he could assure that he
would not, but at this moment he did not know if he could be successful in
atonement.
And he did not want to break his promise should he fail.
Chapter Seven
“Father?” Her voice echoed through the
vast marble hallways of her family home. She headed to the main atrium, where
her father held his dinners, even entertained His Imperial Majesty. The hallway
was dark on either side of her. The statues of the gods were shrouded in
darkness. Their white marble eyes stared at her, making her feel uneasy. “This
is not right.” Yet she was still propelled further.
“Father?” she called out again.
“Helena?” Her father’s call echoed through the marble halls.
Helena swallowed a sob caught in her throat.
“Father.” She started running down the hallway, which
lengthened and lengthened as she ran.
“Helena?” Her father kept calling, his voice becoming
farther and farther away.
“I am coming, Father,” she cried out. Fighting to run
farther, she finally made it to the atrium. Although the night surrounded her,
the atrium was awash in brilliant sunlight. The room glowed white and it made
her eyes hurt as she stepped in the room.
As her eyes adjusted to the sunlight she caught sight of her
father, standing with his back to her in the middle of the room.
“Father,” she whispered. It had been so long since she had
seen him. It physically hurt to be separated from him. “It is me, Helena. I am
here.”
Yet her father did not turn around. A sensation of dread
traveled down her spine.
“Father?”
He turned around slowly, his arms open wide and Helena
fought the urge to scream as he faced her and blood spurted from the open
wounds on his wrists. He collapsed against the marble floor and Helena rushed
to his side, collecting him against her breast, crying. She could feel the
blood seeping into her toga.
“Father, no.” When she looked down this time though it was
not her father she held to her breast, but Eratos. His lifeless blue eyes
stared up at the white ceiling. His skin was gray and waxy with the kiss of
death.
“Eratos.”
Then Thelonius laughed, and when she turned around she saw
Thelonius sitting in a pool of blood. He grinned at her and raised a golden
goblet filled with blood to his lips and growled.
“Mine.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Helena woke up with a start. Sweat soaked her body and she
still trembled in fear from the dream. She rested her head on her hand, trying
to shake away the memories of the nightmare. She had lain down for a nap,
because all day she had been plagued by an uneasy feeling that she could not
shake. Eratos had returned to his shelter in the garden, perhaps he was even
out stalking Thelonius. She did not know, but at this moment she wished she
did. Her dream had brought an evil portent
she took his cock and raised her hips, slowly guiding his hard length inside
her.
Eratos moaned out, throwing his head back as his hardness stretched
her, filled her. He wished he could stay here forever, wrapped up in her
warmth.
“Helena, oh gods.”
He could feel her legs trembling on either side of his
thighs, her fingers digging into the flesh of his back.
He began to rock back and forth, reveling in the feeling
that it was creating in him. The tension that was coursing through him began to
build inside him and willed him to move faster, ride harder. He wanted Helena
to heal him, and chase away the nightmares of his past. Rocking faster, he could
feel her pussy clenching around his cock. His fingers were in her curls,
bringing her pleasure as he rode her.
Their eyes locked in the moment they both gained their
bliss. She shuddered against him, crying out. He spilled his seed inside her,
then pulled her tight against his chest, holding her like he was afraid of
losing her.
“I love you, anam cara ,” he whispered.
“I love you too, Eratos. Please, do not leave me.” Helena
began to cry then, and he held her close. He wished he could assure that he
would not, but at this moment he did not know if he could be successful in
atonement.
And he did not want to break his promise should he fail.
Chapter Seven
“Father?” Her voice echoed through the
vast marble hallways of her family home. She headed to the main atrium, where
her father held his dinners, even entertained His Imperial Majesty. The hallway
was dark on either side of her. The statues of the gods were shrouded in
darkness. Their white marble eyes stared at her, making her feel uneasy. “This
is not right.” Yet she was still propelled further.
“Father?” she called out again.
“Helena?” Her father’s call echoed through the marble halls.
Helena swallowed a sob caught in her throat.
“Father.” She started running down the hallway, which
lengthened and lengthened as she ran.
“Helena?” Her father kept calling, his voice becoming
farther and farther away.
“I am coming, Father,” she cried out. Fighting to run
farther, she finally made it to the atrium. Although the night surrounded her,
the atrium was awash in brilliant sunlight. The room glowed white and it made
her eyes hurt as she stepped in the room.
As her eyes adjusted to the sunlight she caught sight of her
father, standing with his back to her in the middle of the room.
“Father,” she whispered. It had been so long since she had
seen him. It physically hurt to be separated from him. “It is me, Helena. I am
here.”
Yet her father did not turn around. A sensation of dread
traveled down her spine.
“Father?”
He turned around slowly, his arms open wide and Helena
fought the urge to scream as he faced her and blood spurted from the open
wounds on his wrists. He collapsed against the marble floor and Helena rushed
to his side, collecting him against her breast, crying. She could feel the
blood seeping into her toga.
“Father, no.” When she looked down this time though it was
not her father she held to her breast, but Eratos. His lifeless blue eyes
stared up at the white ceiling. His skin was gray and waxy with the kiss of
death.
“Eratos.”
Then Thelonius laughed, and when she turned around she saw
Thelonius sitting in a pool of blood. He grinned at her and raised a golden
goblet filled with blood to his lips and growled.
“Mine.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Helena woke up with a start. Sweat soaked her body and she
still trembled in fear from the dream. She rested her head on her hand, trying
to shake away the memories of the nightmare. She had lain down for a nap,
because all day she had been plagued by an uneasy feeling that she could not
shake. Eratos had returned to his shelter in the garden, perhaps he was even
out stalking Thelonius. She did not know, but at this moment she wished she
did. Her dream had brought an evil portent
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