|Hybris | Heather Bryant (seen_the_nights) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2010-11-07 23:57:00
|Entry tags:||achilles, hybris|
Who: Hybris and Achilles (OH GOD OH GOD) mentions of Ate
What: The devil on Achilles' shoulder
When: Sunday Night, Nov 7, 2010
Where: Hybris' stolen loft apartment
Warnings: Hybris. So, sex and language.
Forget high school competitions with her friends and selling drugs to children, Hybris now had more important things to do. Achilles had always been the greatest of Hybris' treasures. His hubris knew no bounds and it was almost as if the two of them were bound together. No other mortal so perfectly embodied all that she was. Lately, however, that hubris had been waning, and Hybris had been losing her grip. The nymph Cyrene had given Hybris a perfect chance to dig her claws back in by mocking Achilles' ego.
It was too perfect.
A whisper into his ear, and she would separate him from those he loved. She would laud him and build him up and his hubris would feed her. This was where she really excelled. This was who she was. She was the voice in the ear of the executive, telling him he was better than his employees so he should give himself a raise and a pat on the back while they got nothing. She was the spirit behind the ego of kings and queens. She had brought Anne Boleyn to King Henry the 8th and used the harlot to build the King up so that he ripped apart an entire country for the belief that he was above all things, even the church. Then her friend Ruin and stepped in and torn the harlot down as Henry's pride then knew no bounds. Hybris could act ridiculous and lose herself in sex and drugs and her own insolence, but now Hybris was in her element and Ruin would come after.
When Achilles arrived at the apartment she had stolen from the useless man she had killed, Hybris was waiting for him in nothing but a long, silk robe, utterly see-through.
"Achilles," she said, saying his name with such reverence he would believe she worshipped him. "I am honored. You're really here. Come in."
Achilles was not new to the charms of Hybris, she knew when to strike him when he was down. Achilles wanted what was best for those he loved. For Briseis and Patroclus, there is nothing he wouldn't do or fight for to give them what he'd taken so easily before. Their life and freedom to do as they so chose. None of them had a choice in those times, and it was the day of the age, but now was a different era; and one he was coming to grips with.
At this point in time he was once again alone, feeling as if his compassion was slipping away all too easily. With a simple childish gesture from Patroclus' new interest and Hybris' invitation it was one he failed in ignoring. The prideful warrior was not one to turn his back on those that glorified him, it was what he craved so deeply to the point that it made everything inside burn.
Her whispers, taunting words, it was a lure and he was stepping right into it.
He came to her door standing as tall and proud as ever. A simple nod was all she received in return as he stepped inside, the door behind him signifying what he was walking out of----his rational state of mind.
Hybris leaned towards him as her door shut, and she kissed his cheek, luring him with sweetness instead of the way she usually leapt upon her sexual partners with voracity.
"You are the stuff of legends," she cooed. "No one should dare slander your name. That's what their game was, Achilles. Slander. And they are underlings who should worship the ground you walk on."
She spoke so assuredly in whispers that even he couldn't ignore. He closed his eyes, breath calm against his chest wondering why he wasn't fighting to leave. Perhaps it was the dejection, the feeling of being needed by someone, and immortal or not he wasn't immune to the seduction of a goddess. She was seducing him, in the same way he had let Absinthe.
His eyes flashed open, a spark of interest shining through even if there was danger lurking in her venomous words. They were things her craved to hear. "You flatter," he said in a deep voice, just above a whisper.
"You deserve it," she whispered, leaning up to kiss his neck, his ear, his temple. She slid her hand around him until she could splay her fingers out across his back. "You should hear praise sung to you where ever you go." Hybris pulled him slowly towards her.
Her lips brushed against his skin, that allure driving his senses into a frenzy. He could feel the heat rising off his own skin, fingers digging against her sides and into the sheer fabric of her robe.
The last time he had listened to her whimsical voice, those vindictive words poisoning his ears he'd lost everything, and his reaction had cost him the simple life. His need for glory was stronger than had been for any mortal man. Achilles wanted it that much more.
"I should," he whispered against her ear. "No man is greater than I." She pulled him closer and his lips crushed against her in the same fire she unleashed within his mind.
Hyrbis kissed Achilles back pulling at her robe now that he was kissing her so intensely. Once she had disposed of the robe, she started to pull him, fumbling and falling, into her bedroom. Between kisses, she whispered breathless words of wonder and fascination, always letting him hear how incredible he was, always feeding his ego.
In the back of his mind he knew he was flirting with danger, but she was ever so convincing. She was saying all the right things at a time he needed to hear it the most. Sometimes he repeated what she said with an arrogant smirk, in a whispered breath against her lips. She was slowly sinking her claws in, and part of him wanted it.
They landed on the bed, a tumble of limbs and fevered touches, hot breath and a pulsating heartbeat. He let her hands go where they wanted, the taste of her lips against his, feeling her body pressed against his. Her words, the heat, it was enough to cloud his better thoughts.
When Hybris seduced, she went all the way. Achilles was putty under her hands, and she made certain of that by driving him out of his mind with frantic touches and kisses. She used her tongue and her fingers and, of course, her words to work him into a frenzy of lust without ever yet straying into the area he probably wanted her most right now. She had to build him up before she gave him release. If it happened too soon, he would go right back to his friends when it was all over.
Hybris straddled his chest, sitting mere inches above his belt. She was stark naked and sweaty and her hands splayed out on the warrior's well-muscled chest. "You're the most amazing man I have ever come across," she whispered, breathless. "I...I don't want it to be over," and she leaned down to kiss his chest again, wondering if a Trojan War hero could beg for release.
Achilles hummed against her touches, his body reacting in the ways she forced with her crafty subtlbility. He was intense, a man with limitless amounts of energy inside that carried over into his temperament---a fire which could not be soothed. When the world around him became dull, stagnet, he craved the power she was giving him. He wasn't listening to the fact that she would sere him in the end. She would feed off him like a succubus, but right now all he could do was wrangle the frenzy she set him into.
Those gray-green eyes rolled back half lidded, hands grabbing eagerly at her thighs that squeezed against his hips. His mouth lay slightly adjar, breath shallow in his throat. He could feel his heartbeat against his chest as her hands roamed, followed by her mouth.
Oh that mouth.
It was teasing him with each flick of her tongue. Wet, warm breath against his skin. He wasn't going to break just yet, but he could feel that want growing stronger.
Achilles truly was a strong one. Most men would have dissolved into a pitiful, begging puddle of lust by now, but Achilles hadn't begged once.
Hybris raked her nails down the skin of Achilles' sides and she growled into his ear, "you are a warrior even off the battlefield, you golden god."
Her words were even more tantalizing than her touches, his eyes shut completely as that growl vibrated against his ear, breath tickling his skin into a light shiver. That smirk on his face was followed by a soft chuckle, but there a slight gasp at the end of it, his hips only raising a touch into nails scrapping against sweaty skin.
Achillies had spent lifetimes building and pushing himself past his limits, but even a warrior had his breaking point--he would just hang on as long as he could, fighting if it beat the death of him. In a counter move he rolled them over, a move that even a goddess would find delight in before taking the reigns again.
His mouth slid down her neck, hands pressing her naked body even closer to his heat as they snaked down the small of her back. Achilles played with fire as long as he could, but his limits were definitely being pressed. She would say the right thing and he would bend, but he wouldn't beg, not until he couldn't take it anymore.
Hybris was delighted that Achilles had taken just that little bit of control to roll them over and with him on top of her, she ran her nails up his back instead. "There's my war hero," she whispered to him, pressing ever closer, but still not letting him in.
Her tongue worked it's way across his chest, and she trailed hot kisses towards his neck. "I've never had someone like you inside me," she said, even though he wasn't inside her yet. She wanted him to feel like he was the most impressive man in the world before the real sex ever started. She wanted to make this about more than his sexual performance. "Oh, Achilles," Hybris panted from below him. "You're the most amazing enigma I've ever had!"
There was a chill against his back feeling her so close and yet not. He didn't even have his belt undone and she made him feel as if he was already into that euphoria. His breath shuddered at the intensity, her mouth now nothing more than a hot liquid trail making every inch of him shiver with the anticipation.
Achilles' mouth groped hers with that fiery kiss, his tongue tasting her while his hands worked against his belt. She would make him shake again, but not while he still kept his control. The air hit his skin, tingling against the heat, sweat treading down his neck.
At her words there was a hitch in his voice. "What are you waiting for?" as if she was the one quivering for him, when in the back of his mind he knew he was slipping.
Hybris grinned at him before kissing him deeply at those words. What was she waiting for, hmmm?
Hybris pushed against him so she could roll him over onto his back. She wanted to take control again. She pushed the warrior's clothes off of the bed until he was naked beneath her and then she once more straddled his chest. "I wait for your permission," Hybris leaned in to whisper, her breath hot on his ear. She kissed his neck again, hoping he understood. "I am not worthy of a man such as you," she breathed. Her fingers tangled in his blond hair as she kissed him. "Not unless you want me. You would be honoring me so highly. Do you want me, Achilles, Golden Warrior of Greece?"
Not unless you want me.
Those were some dangerous words. Hybris had crafted her own little web, one that had already pulled him in the moment he came to her door. There was no turning back, the warrior was swayed by her tantalizing words and affection.
She kissed him, sweaty, passionate, one that the famed warrior returned. That heated frenzy had struck the right chord, her poisonous whispers seeping in to make him feel as important as he believed himself to be.
"Yes, yes" was the soft, breathless voice in her ear, followed by the bite on her lower lip with his teeth.
Achilles had invited her and that was all she needed. He was well and truly hers now.
Hybris reached for a condom (she always had them handy, which was good when you slept with as many people as she did) and once it was in place, Hybris slid into place and Achilles was inside her. She made sure to enjoy it vocally so Achilles would always know how amazing she found him as she rode him, slowly at first, not wanting yet to build to a frenzy. It was all part of her seduction.
Where he could build his ego up, she was using to toy with him, and he was too caught up in it all to care. It wasn't even about the sex, it was the empowerment she made him feel he had. In turn that made everything feel like a lit fire that had just hit gasoline.
His fingers dug into her skin, into the muscles of her body as that familiar friction built against the two of them. For a moment his voice was lost in the frenzy, just low moans against the back of his throat as she moved. Taking hold of her face, he pulled her mouth back to his, needing to fill her mouth with the same intensity.
And Hybris kissed him. She kissed him deeply as she rode him, letting her body strengthen the hold she had on him. She pinned his arms to the mattress, a symbolic move more than anything else since he would be able to free himself if he wanted. Hybris simply made sure he didn't want to.
Achilles wanted to spin her back around, show her who had control, let his aggression show it's face---so often he was too soft. His tongue filled her mouth, sliding and exploring around until she pinned his arms. Hips jolted upward, as if his very skin was burning from the intensity building and building, his head was spinning.
His breathe was gone, that slide of her warm skin on his, it was too easy to let her keep going---but he did. When their mouths stopped, he bit down again on her lower lip. Not playfully, hard and aggressive in a way she would appreciate.
Okay, that was beyond sexy. He had bitten her and Hybris bit back, snapping at him and digging her nails into his wrists as she fucked him harder and harder.
Then Hybris let go of him completely, arching over almost backwards so that she was at a better angle to take him more deeply. Hybris was incredibly bendy. And, if Achilles wasn't too close to climax, this would be the perfect opportunity to allow him to take more control.
He could feel the sweat glide down his face, against his skin and evaporate, leaving everything a hot, matted sear, like a brand. Those nails drove into his flesh and it just made him shiver. She moved, he moved and it wasn't nearly enough.
With a growl he flipped her on her back, the pound of his heartbeat as strong as his movements. She could dig her nails as far into his back as she wanted, and he'd nip against her neck, hands massaging her thighs roughly because he wasnt up for playful. This was the kind of sex that left you sore the next morning, and it felt great.
Hybris did dig her nails into him now that he was once again above her. She bent her legs forward, resting them on his shoulders as he thrust into her.
"Achilles!" she gasped, rewarding his efforts by crying out his name as if it were the most amazing name that had ever graced her tongue.
Hearing his own name was like gold against his ears and it only made him increase his pace until he couldn't even feel his own heartbeat anymore. One hand gripped the side of the bed, the other against the skin on her back, leaving welts where his fingers tightened.
It all made him dizzy, his mind pounding against his skull in a hazy cloud and surge through his whole body that he didn't want to stop. His forehead rested against her shoulder, a shiver against his whole body as she was riding him to the brink. That climatic wave was washing over, and not just from the sex, her power was digging in.
Hybris let out a cry of pleasure as she reached her own climax. He wanted to be as vocal as possible to let him know how amazing he was. She needed him to need her praise. And so she shouted his name over and over, tightening her grip on him as she orgasmed.