Troy Fic: The loyal wolf Part 3
See warnings and disclaimers in prologue
Part 3: Blind lust
Eudorus had been more ferocious then a wolf in defending Patroclus and Achilles. But he knew that it was impossible to thwart fate, and when Patroclus fell, he knew that he would have to use Thetis’ powder. He had had vague plans for using the powder on Breisis, knowing that she was strong enough to win the packs favor. But that option was beyond him now. As the funeral preparations and pyre were being made for Patroclus, Eudorus had taken advantage of the frenzy to scour the camp, trying to find a female that would be an acceptable substitute. But every woman of worth had been claimed by someone or was in no condition to be a mother. Too old, too beaten, too weak, none of the women would meet the conditions of the pack and Eudorus could still hear Thetis final words of “Choose the bearer carefully, wolf, as your pack will have to stand as father to the child,” ringing in his ears. There was no point in submitting Achilles to this violation if it would not bear worthy fruit.
Eudorus had stood, despairing before the pyre, when the none too quiet words of a pair of soldiers from Odysseus’ camp came to him. They had been laughing and jeering at the closeness of the Myrmidons, calling them mates, before realizing their doom as several less than please myrmidons had chased them from the camp with wounds that could not be considered anything but humiliating. Again, Thetis words came to him “Whomever he lies with after consuming it will bear him an heir, a new leader for your myrmidons and a comfort to me.” Never had Thetis said that the bearer had to be a woman, only someone worthy of the pack.
That thin hope, desperation, and faith in Thetis words had lead Eudorus to where he now stood, staring at the naked body of his leader. For all that is was dawn, it was impossible to tell, for the torrential rains continued and the camp remained quiet as the dead of night. Eudorus took one final look at his leader before removing his own clothes and removing the final pot that he had brought with him.
Eudorus was no stranger to comfort among comrades, but it had been a long time since he had been in this role and if there was one thing his staring at the leader had told him, it was that he would need to be well prepared. When that was finished, he took a strip of cloth and bound Achilles eyes, knowing that Achilles would never agree and this was the only chance that would come, for Achilles was too strongly bound to his cousin and his pride to let these insults go by without retribution to the 100th degree.
With the blindfold in place, Eudorus firmly set to his task. Employing ever technique he’d ever known and a few he’d thought of in the lonely nights, he soon had Achilles eager and ready for him. He touched his leader everywhere, memorizing him with fingers, then lips and tongue. It appeared that Thetis powder was more than just a means to conception, for Achilles appeared to believe this a dream and called in a bewildering pattern for Patroclus and Breisis until Eudorus could bear it no more and firmly sat on the goal.
The pain and pleasure were breathtaking and for a moment Eudorus could not move. But Achilles was under no such restriction and far sooner than Eudorus would have liked was straining into him eagerly. The action was too rough, and Eudorus knew that there was blood joining the oil that facilitated their movement, but the goal was too close and too precious for Eudorus to do anything but urge Achilles on. When Eudorus could feel that Achilles was close, Eudorus dared a kiss to swallow the shout and Achilles exploded within him, bathing his insides with cum that was hot and stung the places that had been torn.
Eudorus wanted to come as well, to share this moment with his leader. But he knew that he had already violated Achilles more than he ever could have wanted, so he contented himself with lying besides his leader, who had already gone back to soft snoring, aching in more than one way. When his erection finally subsided, he unbound Achilles eyes and used the cloth to clean as best he could, leaving as few signs as possible of his presence. He knew that when Achilles awoke, it was highly unlikely that he would be looking for anything but revenge, but he still dressed himself silently and stole out into the pouring rain like a thief in the night.
Part 3: Blind lust
Eudorus had been more ferocious then a wolf in defending Patroclus and Achilles. But he knew that it was impossible to thwart fate, and when Patroclus fell, he knew that he would have to use Thetis’ powder. He had had vague plans for using the powder on Breisis, knowing that she was strong enough to win the packs favor. But that option was beyond him now. As the funeral preparations and pyre were being made for Patroclus, Eudorus had taken advantage of the frenzy to scour the camp, trying to find a female that would be an acceptable substitute. But every woman of worth had been claimed by someone or was in no condition to be a mother. Too old, too beaten, too weak, none of the women would meet the conditions of the pack and Eudorus could still hear Thetis final words of “Choose the bearer carefully, wolf, as your pack will have to stand as father to the child,” ringing in his ears. There was no point in submitting Achilles to this violation if it would not bear worthy fruit.
Eudorus had stood, despairing before the pyre, when the none too quiet words of a pair of soldiers from Odysseus’ camp came to him. They had been laughing and jeering at the closeness of the Myrmidons, calling them mates, before realizing their doom as several less than please myrmidons had chased them from the camp with wounds that could not be considered anything but humiliating. Again, Thetis words came to him “Whomever he lies with after consuming it will bear him an heir, a new leader for your myrmidons and a comfort to me.” Never had Thetis said that the bearer had to be a woman, only someone worthy of the pack.
That thin hope, desperation, and faith in Thetis words had lead Eudorus to where he now stood, staring at the naked body of his leader. For all that is was dawn, it was impossible to tell, for the torrential rains continued and the camp remained quiet as the dead of night. Eudorus took one final look at his leader before removing his own clothes and removing the final pot that he had brought with him.
Eudorus was no stranger to comfort among comrades, but it had been a long time since he had been in this role and if there was one thing his staring at the leader had told him, it was that he would need to be well prepared. When that was finished, he took a strip of cloth and bound Achilles eyes, knowing that Achilles would never agree and this was the only chance that would come, for Achilles was too strongly bound to his cousin and his pride to let these insults go by without retribution to the 100th degree.
With the blindfold in place, Eudorus firmly set to his task. Employing ever technique he’d ever known and a few he’d thought of in the lonely nights, he soon had Achilles eager and ready for him. He touched his leader everywhere, memorizing him with fingers, then lips and tongue. It appeared that Thetis powder was more than just a means to conception, for Achilles appeared to believe this a dream and called in a bewildering pattern for Patroclus and Breisis until Eudorus could bear it no more and firmly sat on the goal.
The pain and pleasure were breathtaking and for a moment Eudorus could not move. But Achilles was under no such restriction and far sooner than Eudorus would have liked was straining into him eagerly. The action was too rough, and Eudorus knew that there was blood joining the oil that facilitated their movement, but the goal was too close and too precious for Eudorus to do anything but urge Achilles on. When Eudorus could feel that Achilles was close, Eudorus dared a kiss to swallow the shout and Achilles exploded within him, bathing his insides with cum that was hot and stung the places that had been torn.
Eudorus wanted to come as well, to share this moment with his leader. But he knew that he had already violated Achilles more than he ever could have wanted, so he contented himself with lying besides his leader, who had already gone back to soft snoring, aching in more than one way. When his erection finally subsided, he unbound Achilles eyes and used the cloth to clean as best he could, leaving as few signs as possible of his presence. He knew that when Achilles awoke, it was highly unlikely that he would be looking for anything but revenge, but he still dressed himself silently and stole out into the pouring rain like a thief in the night.