What will happen when two cousins from the present, go back in the time of the Trojan War.
Will there be a connection with Achilles?
How much history will change?
Read to find out...
Achilles and I drink our third cup of wine. We just stand by the island in the kitchen. We each shared our past of how we both came to be who we are.
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"Even now. I thank the gods for having the Trojan War, otherwise, I would never meet the love of my life." He finishes. We then gaze into each other's eyes. With only an inch away from contact, he immediately leans to my body. Our lips meet. Hunger and passion are shared with us. He lifts me up on the island. Gently, and yet he swiftly rolls up my dress to my chest.
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He immediately removes his toga. Along with ripping mine.
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He pulls me towards him. His hands holding my thighs. He then enters his member. Causing me to moan. Since there is no one around, I moan as loud as I can for Achilles. He thrusts deeper as I grip on the side of the island. I grasp on the edge so tight that my fingers became white. He pulls me to his chest hard for his member to fully puncture me. As I lose my grip on the edge of the island, I spill the glasses that were filled with wine all over the island. Achilles picks me up, for I wrap my legs around his waist. Accidentally, as he began to walk, he causes the bottle of wine to fall to the ground. Shattering. Even though making a loud noise, he continues walking towards the hallway. His patience grows thin. He places me on the hallway table.
