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perseph2hades
Mar. 7th, 2004 09:27 amaleathielHere is the promised gift. It was meant to be 300 words - 10 for each year. But it ended up nearly 900.
Inspired by the icon you were using yesterday. Here is how you really wanted to celebrate your birthday!
Hector/Paris. Pretty much anyway.
Hector’s eyes are locked with Paris’s as he crosses the room. The predatory gleam is tainted with amusement. “A birthday?” he asks. “Well, hold her still.”
Paris’s slender fingers dig into her upper arms as he holds her back against him and she knows there will be bruises there in the morning. She can hear her own heavy breathing at counterpoint with Paris’s as they both watch Hector shuck off his breastplate and tunic and approach them, his sheathed sword still in his hand. A thrill of excited fear rushes through her and she parts her naked legs in expectation.
Hector laughs.
“She’s got it bad, little brother. Are you strong enough to restrain her or shall we tie her up?”
She can feel Paris’s smile against her jaw when he kisses her face. “I think we should tie her.”
Hector pushes her further back against Paris as he kneels between her legs and she can feel Paris’s erection hot against her lower back. They force her arms behind her and secure her wrists so that Paris is enclosed within the circle of her arms. It pulls unpleasantly at her shoulders, but as Hector leans across her to kiss his brother she knows she would endure so much more than that pain just to be allowed to stay here. Hector’s kiss is forceful and Paris yields immediately, then recovers and fights back with his tongue, licking and biting and then fusing together so tightly that she wonders if they can breathe at all. Paris’s hands slide down to her thighs and pull her knees up to her chest, baring her completely against Hector’s lower body as it presses against her while he reaches for Paris. She tries to be silent but the first touch of ice-cold metal on her skin makes her shriek and the brothers break off their kiss, grinning at one another.
The tip of Hector’s scabbard dances along her exposed thigh and he watches her expression. Her head tips back against Paris’s shoulder and the prince licks her neck, running his tongue up to her ear. He’s thrusting gently, unconsciously, against her and the movement, coupled with her own desire, lifts her hips in rhythm against Hector.
“Please,” Paris moans. “Enough teasing brother.” She feels rather than sees Hector’s hand disappear around her waist to grasp his brother’s erection, the cold of his arm guards burning against her bare skin. With the other hand Hector slides his sword forward until the very end of the scabbard is inside her.
“Like that?” he asks softly and she can’t find a coherent reply. Paris is biting at her neck now and Hector leans forward to join him, their mouths touching each other and her as they kiss. Then the gentle rubbing of the sword is gone but before she can bemoan its loss it is replaced. She wonders to what extent the shiver of arousal is caused simply by the knowledge that this is Hector’s cock pressing to enter her and she wishes her hands were free to grab his hips and force him in more swiftly. He holds his weight on his arms, hands braced behind Paris and moves incredibly slowly. She sinks back against Paris’s heated body, unable to do anything but melt until the three of them are flush against one another.
She opens her eyes and Hecotr’s face is right in front of her, jaw clenched with his determined control. Then he shuts his eyes and relinquishes that control, grasping Paris’s hips and using them as leverage as he begins to lose himself in the thrusts.
They surround her, sweaty limbs and panting breaths, Paris hot against her, Hector searing inside her and their lips find each others again and it is almost more than she can bear to watch them kiss like this, fighting for dominance. Paris’s erection slip-slides against her and she can feel his breaths as his chest rises and falls against her back. His hands have slid forward to cling to Hector, scrabling across the smooth expanse of muscled back as he looks for a hold, rapidly coming undone. His movement become shallow and frantic against her, and Hector pushes down, tipping them even further into the bedding, squashing Paris beneath the weight of their two heaving bodies, and with a startled yelp Paris comes, Hector’s name a gasp of breath in her ear.
Hector takes this as a sign to release his brother, and transfers his hands instead to her, squeezing forcefully at her thighs as he strives towards his own release. His body is heavy and the hair on his chest sticks to her as he moves. Her hands are numb, trapped beneath the pile of their bodies but it only adds to her arousal, to the sense that she is caught and helpless. When Hector finally kisses her, tongue demanding entrance, it is enough to make her arch, held motionless on the precipice of climax before falling with grateful abandon into the abyss. He continues to thrust into her, his movement thrumming through her now-sensitive body, the force and stretch keeping her on the wave of pleasure. She feels his muscles clench moments before he floods her, coming with a grunt, “Persephone!”
Inspired by the icon you were using yesterday. Here is how you really wanted to celebrate your birthday!
Hector/Paris. Pretty much anyway.
Hector’s eyes are locked with Paris’s as he crosses the room. The predatory gleam is tainted with amusement. “A birthday?” he asks. “Well, hold her still.”
Paris’s slender fingers dig into her upper arms as he holds her back against him and she knows there will be bruises there in the morning. She can hear her own heavy breathing at counterpoint with Paris’s as they both watch Hector shuck off his breastplate and tunic and approach them, his sheathed sword still in his hand. A thrill of excited fear rushes through her and she parts her naked legs in expectation.
Hector laughs.
“She’s got it bad, little brother. Are you strong enough to restrain her or shall we tie her up?”
She can feel Paris’s smile against her jaw when he kisses her face. “I think we should tie her.”
Hector pushes her further back against Paris as he kneels between her legs and she can feel Paris’s erection hot against her lower back. They force her arms behind her and secure her wrists so that Paris is enclosed within the circle of her arms. It pulls unpleasantly at her shoulders, but as Hector leans across her to kiss his brother she knows she would endure so much more than that pain just to be allowed to stay here. Hector’s kiss is forceful and Paris yields immediately, then recovers and fights back with his tongue, licking and biting and then fusing together so tightly that she wonders if they can breathe at all. Paris’s hands slide down to her thighs and pull her knees up to her chest, baring her completely against Hector’s lower body as it presses against her while he reaches for Paris. She tries to be silent but the first touch of ice-cold metal on her skin makes her shriek and the brothers break off their kiss, grinning at one another.
The tip of Hector’s scabbard dances along her exposed thigh and he watches her expression. Her head tips back against Paris’s shoulder and the prince licks her neck, running his tongue up to her ear. He’s thrusting gently, unconsciously, against her and the movement, coupled with her own desire, lifts her hips in rhythm against Hector.
“Please,” Paris moans. “Enough teasing brother.” She feels rather than sees Hector’s hand disappear around her waist to grasp his brother’s erection, the cold of his arm guards burning against her bare skin. With the other hand Hector slides his sword forward until the very end of the scabbard is inside her.
“Like that?” he asks softly and she can’t find a coherent reply. Paris is biting at her neck now and Hector leans forward to join him, their mouths touching each other and her as they kiss. Then the gentle rubbing of the sword is gone but before she can bemoan its loss it is replaced. She wonders to what extent the shiver of arousal is caused simply by the knowledge that this is Hector’s cock pressing to enter her and she wishes her hands were free to grab his hips and force him in more swiftly. He holds his weight on his arms, hands braced behind Paris and moves incredibly slowly. She sinks back against Paris’s heated body, unable to do anything but melt until the three of them are flush against one another.
She opens her eyes and Hecotr’s face is right in front of her, jaw clenched with his determined control. Then he shuts his eyes and relinquishes that control, grasping Paris’s hips and using them as leverage as he begins to lose himself in the thrusts.
They surround her, sweaty limbs and panting breaths, Paris hot against her, Hector searing inside her and their lips find each others again and it is almost more than she can bear to watch them kiss like this, fighting for dominance. Paris’s erection slip-slides against her and she can feel his breaths as his chest rises and falls against her back. His hands have slid forward to cling to Hector, scrabling across the smooth expanse of muscled back as he looks for a hold, rapidly coming undone. His movement become shallow and frantic against her, and Hector pushes down, tipping them even further into the bedding, squashing Paris beneath the weight of their two heaving bodies, and with a startled yelp Paris comes, Hector’s name a gasp of breath in her ear.
Hector takes this as a sign to release his brother, and transfers his hands instead to her, squeezing forcefully at her thighs as he strives towards his own release. His body is heavy and the hair on his chest sticks to her as he moves. Her hands are numb, trapped beneath the pile of their bodies but it only adds to her arousal, to the sense that she is caught and helpless. When Hector finally kisses her, tongue demanding entrance, it is enough to make her arch, held motionless on the precipice of climax before falling with grateful abandon into the abyss. He continues to thrust into her, his movement thrumming through her now-sensitive body, the force and stretch keeping her on the wave of pleasure. She feels his muscles clench moments before he floods her, coming with a grunt, “Persephone!”
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Date: 2004-03-07 10:20 am (UTC)I don't think she will live through this.
And I want you to know that my birthday is in November.
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Date: 2004-03-07 11:33 am (UTC)(November what? Remind me closer to the time :P)
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Date: 2004-03-07 12:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-07 12:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-07 11:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-03-07 12:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-07 12:05 pm (UTC)hector just called my name...
and he c-c-came inside--
Aleathiel, i'm shaking too badly to type. i'm going to go away and come back in a few mins...
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Date: 2004-03-07 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-07 12:44 pm (UTC)*makes slutty noises at fic*
you have owned me, so now you must put up with my noises and my flailing:
“A birthday?” he asks. “Well, hold her still.”
how confused was i when i read this? i actually sat here going, huh, who's the lucky girl. then realization slapped me in the face. and i screamed. and convulsed. i almost died, thank you. this is why fan fics require warnings!!!
Paris’s slender fingers dig into her upper arms as he holds her back against him and she knows there will be bruises there in the morning.
*grips paris's thighs*
Hector laughs.
“She’s got it bad, little brother.
*makes pawing motions at hector* *whimpers*
They force her arms behind her and secure her wrists so that Paris is enclosed within the circle of her arms.
writhes shamlessly against paris*
but as Hector leans across her to kiss his brother
*she comes all over herself*
and then fusing together so tightly that she wonders if they can breathe at all.
*licks both boys*
Paris’s hands slide down to her thighs and pull her knees up to her chest, baring her completely against Hector’s lower body
*growls*
and the brothers break off their kiss, grinning at one another.
*faints*
He’s thrusting gently, unconsciously, against her and the movement, coupled with her own desire, lifts her hips in rhythm against Hector.
“Please,” Paris moans. “Enough teasing brother.”
*nods head, crying*
She feels rather than sees Hector’s hand disappear around her waist to grasp his brother’s erection, the cold of his arm guards burning against her bare skin. With the other hand Hector slides his sword forward until the very end of the scabbard is inside her.
“Like that?” he asks softly and she
*screams FUCK ME HECTOR!!
She wonders to what extent the shiver of arousal is caused simply by the knowledge that this is Hector’s cock pressing to enter her
gggggnnnnnn i'm going to explode into a shrillion pieces....
Then he shuts his eyes and relinquishes that control, grasping Paris’s hips and using them as leverage
*bites hard into hector's shoulder*
their lips find each others again and it is almost more than she can bear to watch them kiss like this, fighting for dominance.
*blubbers mindlessly*
His hands have slid forward to cling to Hector, scrabling across the smooth expanse of muscled back as he looks for a hold, rapidly coming undone.
*cries mindlessly*
and with a startled yelp Paris comes, Hector’s name a gasp of breath in her ear.
*hearts*
His body is heavy and the hair on his chest sticks to her as he moves.
i will always carry this moment with me.
When Hector finally kisses her, tongue demanding entrance, it is enough to make her arch, held motionless on the precipice of climax before falling with grateful abandon into the abyss.
*weeps with gratitude* i have never needed to come so badly.
He continues to thrust into her, his movement thrumming through her now-sensitive body, the force and stretch keeping her on the wave of pleasure.
*nods repeatedly* it's absolutely true... *whimper*
She feels his muscles clench moments before he floods her, coming with a grunt, “Persephone!”
*wails in hector's ear*
*sighs* oh my bull of heaven
*DIES*
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Date: 2004-03-07 12:57 pm (UTC)i almost died, thank you. this is why fan fics require warnings!!!
Aw, but if you'd been warned it wouldn't have been so much fun!
*screams FUCK ME HECTOR!!
Now, now, impatient. He's going to. And if you order him don't you think he's actually less likely to do what you want? He's already tied you up so that you can't touch him.
His body is heavy and the hair on his chest sticks to her as he moves.
i will always carry this moment with me.
My favourite too. Because it's so tangible.
*DIES*
Nope, not allowed. You cannot die because then we would be deprived of your smut. I will have to give you mouth to mouth recusitation
I'd get Hector to do it but I suspect you would become conscious only to die again which defeats the object somewhatno subject
Date: 2004-03-07 01:11 pm (UTC)and maybe even get mad at me...? *meep*
I'd get Hector to do it but I suspect you would become conscious only to die again which defeats the object somewhatlol. so true!
oh, thank you for this fic. what a way to start a new age.
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Date: 2004-03-07 01:16 pm (UTC)Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you, you naughty girl!
oh, thank you for this fic. what a way to start a new age.
No problem, it was actually really fun to write. And you can consider it a thank you for all the wonderful Hector/Paris (oh I nearly wrote Paris/Hector - wouldn't somebody have been angry about that!) fics that you have written.
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Date: 2004-03-07 01:23 pm (UTC)LMAO