Troy

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Lethe sat in the temple hiding behind a statue as the Greeks attacked Troy. She closed her eyes shaking. The screams of people she knew frightened her.*

Then, she heard a soldier enter the temple, looking around for anything of value. She didn't realize her foot was visible until it was too late. She screamed as she was pulled by the wrist up against the soldier's chest
 
This is not based on any specific Trojan war story, so you don't need to worry as much about how correct it is
 
Ajax entered the room and quickly glanced around for anything of value. He quickly determined that this area had long sense been looted and he turned to walk out, but that is when a small movement caught his eye.

Ever so slight, most men would have missed it, but not someone as well trained as he. Not someone who had been through war after war- in lands far from his home and family. Not when it meant the difference between life and death.

It was a foot- small and delicate. Probably not that of a fierce soldier, but Ajax approached carefully.
 
OOC:
Lethe
Hair: long, brown
Eyes: green
Skin: olive
Height: 5'0
Weight: 95 lb
Breasts: 32 d
 
OOC:

Ajax
6' 0"
180 lbs
Skin- dark from many years in the sun
strong, but not brutish like many in the army
Dark hair
Beard
Brown eyes
 
Lethe struggled frightened. "Let me go" she cried trying to pull away. The man who had grabbed her was definitely strong, and she gasped as he lifted her off the ground. She stared up at him tears in her eyes hoping she could escape.

She screamed for help but she knew there was none coming. She had no lover and was an orphan. All of the other priestesses had been captured. There wasno one to save her
 
Ajax chuckled to himself as he threw the waif over his shoulder. She was struggling, they always did- at first, but from such a small lady, the struggle hardly amounted to anything. Besides, she would come around. They always did.

He carried the young thing from the building and to the soldiers quarters. The men all jeered when they saw such a cute thing brought into the barracks, but he just walked past them. As an officer, he had his own room. He unlocked the door, tossed the girl in amongst his other bounty and pulled the door shut as he stepped back into the main room. "Now listen up. The girl is mine, got it. Nobody goes into this room." And with that, he locked the door again and went out to see about the wounded.
 
Lethe sat crying; she had heard the jeers and sobbed. She was curled into a ball in the corner. She tried to keep as much space between her and the bed as possible. She was terrified, unsure of what would happen. It was cold too.

Finally she stood up and looked around for a way out or a weapon. She looked everywhere until she found a dagger beneath the pillow. She stood next to the door waiting for it to open. When Ajax came in, she put it to his throat.

Staring into his eyes though, Lethe realized she might not be able to do it. She wondered if he could tell. She was a pacifist and never went to mars's temple. Could she really kill a man?
 
Ajax was impressed. For such a small woman, she sure had a lot of spirit. But her eyes belied her. He reached up and took the knife from her hand, which was trembling. He then walked past her to his cabinet where he took out glasses and some mead. Filling the glasses, he turned to her and extended a glass.

"That was pretty brave, I'm Ajax. Jax to my friends What do people call you, anyway?"
 
"Lethe" she said quietly. She had just threatened his life and now he was offering her a drink? Her hands trembling, she took it and took a sip. She turned away. She had just lost everything and now she was talking to a Greek, the man who captured her.

She hated to admit it but she was frightened. Ajax was a foot talker than her and a lot stronger. She'd heard stories about girls who were caught by soldiers and beaten and raped to near death. He didnt seem like someone who would do that, but she couldn't trust him.

From behind that statue, shed seen terrible things, and they filled her mind. She had turned so that he wouldn't see the tears on her cheeks and in her eyes. How would she escape?
 
"That's it" Jax whispered as she took a drink. "War is not a pretty thing. The sights and sounds of it always sicken me." He picked up a blanket from the bed and walked towards her. He enveloped her in the warm cloth, his arms holding her securely. "You are trembling. You must be freezing" he intoned. His arms lingering for just a moment longer as he breathed in the smell of her. Jax released her and went over to start a fire. As the crackling of the flames filled the room he picked up the conversation again.

"I imagine you have heard stories of what happens to female prisoners. I also imagine as a young priestess, you have never been with a man. No wonder you are terrified."
 
Lethe blushed shyly. She pulled the blanket around her. He was kind, not cruel like she'd expected. She walked over to the fire and sat next to him. She stared at the floor and wiped her tears. He wasnt treating her like a lowly slave. He was trying to make her comfortable and calm. She watched him unsure what to say
 
Jax felt the soft warmth as Lethe sat next to him. He knew he should have just taken her, had his way and tossed her out the door for the other men to enjoy. Normally he would have- but normally the women don't have the same kind of energy that Lethe seemed to. She was something special.

As he took in her petite frame, her soft skin, and her innocence, something stirred inside him. He brushed the remaining tear from her cheek and muttered gruffly-- "I know you expect a brute, and I can be. But there has been enough violence and tears for today. Tonight we will celebrate being alive." He slid his hand along her cheek bone, drawing his long fingers down her neck and to her collarbone where he nudged her clothing aside. He leaned in to kiss the newly exposed flesh.
 
Lethe gasped and watched him eyes wide. She closed her eyes trembling from fear and exitement. Jax was something different. He wasn't cruel, and he had kept her away from the other soldiers. He wasn't like the Greeks from the stories she heard growing up. He was gentle with her and kind. She touched his arm gently sighing
 
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Lethe's fingers were so delicate, so refined- and Jax knew he was not. Still he desired her. Yearned for her in a way that he hadn't desired a woman since leaving home so many years ago.

Jax pulled Lethe in close, his fingers curling over the fabric of her dress and tugging it down exposing her milky breasts. His lips and tongue hungrily devouring each mound and divot.
 
Lethe was shocked by the wonderful things Jax was doing to her. She moaned as he sucked on her. She stared up at him curious and shocked by the pleasure. Surprising herself, she started to kiss him passionately, even roughly. She couldn't control herself. She pushed him to the floor and put her tongue in his mouth. She didn't know what was going on with her but it felt so right
 
Jax couldn't help but laugh as the small woman pushed him to the ground, she was a frisky one for a woman of god, he thought to himself. But his laughter was soon replaced by the sensual pleasure of her tongue playing with his and the heat of her body pressing him into the floor. Jax's helped Lethe work her arms free from her dress before rolling her over and pinning her down with his large frame. He stopped kissing her long enough to raise himself onto his knees and begin loosening his own clothes.
 
Lethe watched breathlessly. She blushed a little knowing that she was half-naked. She stared up at him as he removed his armor and his clothes. His muscles were a lot bigger than hers, along with everything else. Her hand traced his scars as she kissed him again. She felt his erection as he pressed against her and she looked up at him nervously
 
"Don't be nervous," he breathed, lifting up her skirt with his rough hands. He pulled down her undergarments and moved his body between her legs. His muscles were taught, swollen a bit from a long day in the battlefield. He moved with the confidence of experience as he pressed his hard member against her soft folds.
 
Lethe moaned softly beneath him. She kissed him relaxing on the floor. Her breath quickened as she felt him at her opening. She was worried about the pain, but she wanted him so much. "Please... Please..." she blushed not knowing what else she could say. "Do it." she said kissing him passionately
 
Jax pressed the head of his dick into Lethe as he kissed her deeply. Her small frame would have had a hard time with his size anyway, but the fact that she had never been with a man before was evidenced by just how tight she was. He rested there just a moment, allowing her body to relax and adjust before he slowly pushed deeper into her.
 
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