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It was almost evening and the light was beginning to fade in the window. The birds outside had gone silent and the distant crowing of cocks was beginning to fade into the air. Soon, there would be the
first crickets and the call of the owls. The weather was dry and cool.
"I don't want you to fight" Helen's voice said quietly.
"But why? We will never have this chance again" Paris' voice replied, just as quietly.
"Because... I love you"
"I love you... The Achaeans will stop at nothing to keep you from my arms"
"I know" Helen's voice was sad.
"The only chance we have is in the fight. It will be soon."
"I don't want you to go. Please" Helen's voice was almost a whimper.
"I don't want to go either, but if we don't fight now, it will be too late."
"It's already too late!" Helen's voice became angry and she struck him. Paris was not taken aback. He hit her back and their voices grew in intensity.
"You fool!" Helen struck him again. "You're going to get yourself killed!"
"Better to die loving than live without love" Paris struck her hard, knocking her off the bed.
Helen got up, glaring at Paris, but he was already out the door, taking his armor with him. Helen looked out the window. The Achaeans were already forming their battle lines. She saw Paris walking towards the armory. Why must he die? Why did he have to fight?
She knew what she had to do.
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On his horse Hector waited between the two armies. He was furious, but he was doing his best to control his emotions. His armor had been scoured clean, and he was fully armored. His sword hung at his
side and his helmet was under his arm. He waited on the battle field as the enemy rode out from his army. As Paris approached, Hector forced himself to be calm. Paris was almost upon him. The battle
lines had passed around them and they were all alone.
"Hector" Paris' voice said.
"Paris" Hector's voice was calm, and controlled "You would give your life and the lives of all your men for one woman."
"That is true. Helen has my heart, and I will never give her up" Paris' voice was calm and level.
"I knew it was a mistake to leave you and Helen alone" Hector said angrily "There shall be no peace!"
"So be it!" Paris shouted. They turned their horses away to return to their armies.
"Wait!" a woman's voice yelled out at the pair. They stopped and turned back towards the voice. Helen rode out into battlefield, dressed in a simple white robe, unadorned with jewels or gold. Her long
hair flowed free down her back and her eyes were clear and full of love.
"What are you doing!" Paris yelled at her, trying to keep his emotions in check.
"I cannot let you go to battle. I will not have you die" Helen said quietly.
"There is no avoiding the fight. This will be our only chance" Paris said as calmly as he could.
"There is another way." Helen said, and her voice was full of love and trust "The need not be bloodshed. Not now. Not today"
"Helen..." Hector's voice was quiet and soft, but full of a strange mixture of sadness and wonder "You would betray your people? Your own country? You would give up your marriage to an Achaean king
for... for what?"
"For love. A love greater than any love that has been known" Helen said quietly, "I will give up everything for Paris. Everything."
Paris stared at her, his heart beginning to beat faster. Hector felt a twinge of jealousy as he watched Helen and Paris staring at one another. He shook his head, and tried to speak. Helen ignored him.
"I propose a contest" Helen said to the two men. "A contest of lust, from the women of your men and me"
Hector's mouth hung open. Paris began to laugh. Hector looked at Paris, who had a huge grin on his face.
"If I win then I remain here with Paris but if I loose then I'll return with you." Helen's voice was strong and sure.
"A foolish thought!" Hector said angrily. "What would be gained by such an offer?"
"You will both live." Helen said quietly "Or would you rather die on the battlefield?"
"She is right." Paris said, calming himself. "I am willing to take that risk."
Hector thought for a moment, looking back at the army of the Achaeans. They were beginning to look uneasy.
"I accept" he said quietly "And so will they" he added, nodding his head at the Achaeans. Helen smiled, and her beauty took Hector's breath away. "Achilles to me!" Hector yelled, and a young man on a
black horse rode up to him.
"What is your will?" the young man asked.
"Your woman, bring her here. There shall be a duel between the women."
The young man looked at Hector, then at Helen, and then at Paris. The look on his face said he wanted no part of this, but he nodded, and turned his horse towards the Achaean army. He disappeared in the
sea of horse and men, and Hector waited for him to return. Paris dismounted, and so did Helen. Helen stood by Paris, looking over the battlefield.
"I fear that you may loose" Paris said quietly.
"I would not do this if I did not think I had a chance." Helen said, and her voice was confident and strong.
"That's not what I mean. I mean that..." Paris began.
"I know what you mean" Helen interrupted "You and Hector have raised armies over me, do you doubt what I can do? That I am not good at it? No, I know my abilities better than either of you"
Paris did not say anything.
"I am not a simple woman who will obey your will." Helen said angrily "I will have my way and I will have it today. My way!"
Paris nodded, but did not say anything. Helen took a deep breath and calmed herself. The tension on the field was great. It was now apparent that the battle had been called off, but both armies remained
tense. Achilles and his horse came back into view, behind him a woman on a white horse. As the pair arrived the woman dismounted and walked towards them.
She was taller and heavier than Helen, with broad shoulders and thick hips. She wore a simple white dress, cut to show her legs and the curve of her breasts. Her hair was black and her face was very
pretty. She was no more than 25 years old and she strode forward like she owned the world. Paris stared in awe and looked back at his Helen.
Helen was beautiful, but there was a wildness and beauty in her that the other woman did not have. She had a fierceness that even Hector, who loved her, had trouble controlling. It was a look that could
make the gods stop what they were doing and stare. This other woman's look was much more placid. But doubt fill Paris' heart as he watched the two women stare at one another.
"I am Briseis" the woman said, "Champion of the Achaeans"
"And I am Helen" Helen's voice was strong and level.
"A contest of lust!" Hector announced "The winner is the one who can pleasure the other woman most."
There was a moment of silence as Helen and Briseis stared at one another. The air seemed to crackle between them. The armies on the field watched intently as the two women embraced and kissed. The armies
went mad. The noise of their cheering was deafening. Paris felt a lump in his throat, but he tried to swallow it down. His body was tense, his hands gripped tightly around his horse's reins, and his eyes
never left Helen and Briseis.
"Are you ready?" Helen's voice was soft and sensual, and her words were clearly audible over the roar of the Achaeans.
Briseis pushed her beautiful breasts into Helen's chest, the mass of them fully engulfing Helen's breasts. "Yes" Briseis' voice was deeper than Helen's and more forceful. Helen whimpered at the feel of
her breasts being pressed up against Briseis, but then the noise of the cheering was once again deafening.
Helen and Briseis began kissing and groping each other. Helen pulled Briseis' dress off, leaving her naked, but Briseis did not wait. Helen was already naked when Briseis threw her to the ground. They
fell in a tangle of limbs, kissing and sucking at each other's breasts. Helen could feel Briseis' hairy pussy on her thigh as Briseis rolled over her. She tried to roll with Briseis so she was on top,
but Briseis would not have it.
Helen's breath was already short, and she was moaning as Briseis kissed her way down Helen's body. Briseis grabbed Helen's hips and flipped her over onto her hands and knees.
Helen screamed out loud as she felt the slap of Briseis' hand on her ass. Her scream caused an even bigger roar from the Achaean army.
Briseis brought her hand down hard on Helen's ass again, making a red hand print appear on her skin. She brought her hand down again and again. Each time the sound was louder than the one before, and
Helen was screaming in pain and pleasure. Then Helen felt the dark haired woman's fingers enter her cxnt.
"Please!" Helen cried out, "Please!"
"Begging me already?" Briseis' voice was a deep rumble. She slapped Helen's ass again.
"The greatest beauty in all the land, and you are already begging me for mercy? Begging to cum? To feel my touch?"
"Please... I can't take it" Helen said between gritted teeth "Please"
Briseis did not answer, but she slowly started fingering Helen's pussy, slowly working her up to an orgasm. As Helen's pussy began to clench down on Briseis' fingers, Briseis stopped.
"Please...!" Helen whimpered, almost sobbing.
"Beg for it!" Briseis growled.
"Please" Helen whimpered again, and she spread her legs wide, giving Briseis the access she desired.
Briseis worked Helen up to another orgasm, this one even bigger than the last. Helen was sobbing with pleasure when Briseis finally gave her what she wanted. She could feel Briseis' tongue on her
asshole, probing at the entrance to her cxnt. She could feel the other woman's hairy pussy pressing against her back, and her ass cheeks spread apart as Briseis licked her from both ends.
Helen's mind was empty of everything except for the sensation of Briseis eating her out. Her arms were trembling and her knees were weak. She wanted to cum so badly, but her body was not listening to her
anymore. She felt Briseis' tongue enter her ass. The taste of dirt, and grass, and the sweat of the battlefield filled Helen's mouth. Her breasts were pressed into the cool, hard ground.
Briseis tongue fucked Helen's ass. Helen was moaning now, trying to move her hips to get away from Briseis. It was no good. Briseis would not let her go. Helen was crying with the need to cum, but her
body refused to comply with her mind.
"Please... Please" Helen's voice was almost gone, and Briseis' tongue was now on Helen's cxnt again, licking and probing. Helen was about to cum again, when suddenly the other woman was gone. Helen lay
there, trying to catch her breath.
"No... No... Please..." she moaned collapsing to the ground.
Briseis walked back over to where Achilles stood, watching. Her hair was a mess, matted with sweat and dirt, but her face was calm and placid. Paris felt a lump in his throat as Hector look down at the
clearly defeated Helen. Paris dismounted from his horse and walked over to where Helen lay. He pulled her up and cradled her in his arms. Paris looked to Hector for mercy but his eyes had already turned
to Briseis.
Paris sat on the ground, cradling his wife in his arms. "My love..." he whispered. Helen's eyes were glazed, and her lips moved slightly.
"Mmmmm" she murmured, and then she passed out in Paris' arms.
"I cannot be sure anymore..." Hector's voice was sad, "it appears that you have lost. Although I have no desire to take Helen with me."
Paris starred confused at Hector for a moment.
"I have eyes for another..." Hector said, and nodded his head in the direction of Briseis, who was once again mounting her horse. "I will have my woman!"
Hector pulled out his sword and charged directly for Achilles. Taken by surprise, Achilles stood frozen for a moment, then drew his sword as Hector bore down on him. There was a clash of steel and Hector
and Achilles both fell to the ground. Paris watched as the two men began fighting on the ground. The armies were now moving forward, to surround the combatants and their horses. Paris held Helen close.
Briseis screamed out and tried to intervene, but it was no good. The two men had locked up, swords at each other's throats.
There was a moment of silence as blood splattered onto Achilles' face. Hector's hand shot up to his neck and he stared into the eyes of Achilles. Then his eyes glazed over and his body went limp.
Achilles slowly lowered the dead man's body to the ground. Paris watched as Achilles got up and limped over to where Briseis stood. She was clearly shaken by the sudden turn of events. Paris looked down
at Helen, still passed out in his arms.
"I love you" he said to her, and then he stood and turned his horse towards his camp. As he rode past the cheering armies he heard them shouting out Achilles name. He didn't care. He rode all the way to
his tent and carried his Helen inside. There would be peace, and for the first time in many years Paris could smile.
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Kayla smiled as she sat the book down on the table. The library was dark, and it was empty except for her. She stood and stretched, then picked up the book and carried it to the shelf. She wondered how history might have gone had the epic been written differently. If Helen and Briseis did not fight, if Achilles had died instead of Hector. Would the world be different? The poem changed what it meant for the freedom of choice and how to settle disagreements. It was probably for the best then, that it was written the way it was. As it introduced a less deadly way for arguments to be settled.
