Author's Note: These chronicles will only be based on Homer, I am not following his story exactly... this particular chapter has remnants of lesbian sex and bdsm, but is mostly MF consensual sex. Enjoy!
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Helen lay curled beside her husband, Menelaus, who was already asleep. As well he should be, he'd completely worn himself out with his abuse of her that evening... she was just as exhausted as he but the aching pain her body wouldn't allow her slumber just yet. Tonight had been awful... he'd been angered about his brother Agamemnon's lust for power and he'd taken it out on her body... Menelaus liked his women submissive and controlled. Helen had spent long hours tied as he whipped her and did unspeakable things to her body, taking her in ways that no woman should be had in.
She was well aware that out in the fields, and with the soldiers, young men were often introduced to sexual pleasures by older men... and she sometimes wondered if Menelaus hadn't preferred those young men. He certainly took far too much pleasure in thrusting his meat into her mouth and anus for her peace of mind. Or her peace of body... he'd only pleasured himself in her womanhood once that night, the rest of his assault had focused on taking her like a man takes another man.
Shuddering a little, Helen pulled herself a little further away from her husband, wishing fervently that any of the other suitors had succeeded in winning her. Wishing that she could be far, far away from the demon that she was bound to...
Then her eyes widened as a small ball of glowing light came in through the window and began to grow. She stifled a gasp, not wanting to wake her husband up.
A sweet female voice laughed, "Do not worry sweet, he will sleep soundly through this night, you can be sure."
Helen stared amazed as the shape formed in front of her was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen, glowing with power and smiling at her benevolently.
"Come with me," the woman said, reaching out her hand, and before she knew what she was doing Helen had reached out her hand as well, touching the fingertips of the unknown woman.
Air rushed by them, and Helen screamed with fear... the only things that seemed real were her and the woman, and she was barely touching her... if she let go, would she fall through the rushing clouds beneath her feet? Then, suddenly, the air stilled and she did fall onto the cloud... but not through it.
"You are hurt," murmured the woman, and she lowered her lips to the bruise on Helen's cheek. She began kissing Helen's naked body all over, and where her lips touched the hurt disappeared and pleasure tingled. Helen wanted to protest, she felt so strange... she'd never been a lover of women - not that she loved Menelaus either - but she didn't want to stop the healing. Or the pleasure.
The strange woman lingered over her breasts, teasing the sore nipples to hardness with her tongue... but instead of the mix of pain and pleasure that Menelaus created, there was only pleasure and the recession of pain. Then the woman's mouth traveled down Helen's body and between her legs, and Helen gasped as pleasure broke through her wet folds... pure pleasure, not the strange mix that preceded an unwanted orgasm created by her husband. Wave after wave of crashing ecstacy as the tongue laved her womanhood. Helen screamed her pleasure... not wanting it to ever end... not sure if she was dreaming or if this was real, but hoping that it wouldn't ever stop.
Sadly, it did, but the reminder of pleasure still tingled in her body as she stared at the woman, panting a little from the sensations. The woman smiled at her, and then turned, gesturing through the clouds,
