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This is an experiment: Make yourself comfortable and while reading insert the image of your favorite Trojan Prince as the character of the fic.

Conquest

Rating: NC-17 (I hope)

Pairing: OFC/Favorite Trojan Prince of choice

Disclaimer: The Trojan Princes and the story of the Trojan War belong to Homer. The visuals of the gorgeous Trojan Princes belong to Universal Studios and the movie Troy.

The proud and mighty walls of the city of Troy gleamed red in the light of the setting sun.

A lonesome silhouette against the afternoon, she stood on the highest vantage point, her eyes wandering over the ships anchored by the beach, the Achaean troops in feverish activity anticipating the next day of battle.

Then she turned towards the wide ocean, remembering.

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She had been younger then, barely into womanhood, when she had come for the first time to Troy.

Young, courageous and filled with eagerness to learn more about life, she had ridden proudly into the city, accompanying her Queen to renew an ancient pact with King Priam.

Troy and her people were so very different to the Amazons’ life. The city, filled with activity and travelers, the strange new sights and smells attracted her enough to leave her chambers at night and walk the streets, watching everything around her and marveling at the ways of the other people, the impressive buildings of stone and clay, so very different from the simple dwellings of her sisters.

Everywhere were men, women and children, running like ants on the busy streets of Illium. The marketplace was full of people, even if it was way after dusk. Merchants offering their wares, fire- eaters and jugglers demonstrating their abilities, artisans praising their handicrafts, the crowd was loud and bursting with activity. Perfumes and spices mixed with the salty scent of the marine breeze hung in the night air.

The young woman wandered everywhere, collecting images and impressions through her senses, thirsting for more knowledge. Wandering of the market square, she followed the side streets, her eager eyes drinking in the view of the busy movement of travelers and Trojans between the taverns and inns, recognizing the figure of the women who offered their favor to willing clients.

She had heard about courtesans in hushed tones when the older women warriors told tales of Troy and the other cities. She watched the people with eyes wide open, her curiosity deepening the eagerness to see more of the ways that felt so foreign and still alluring.

It was after the first hour of her wandering that she noticed that someone was following her. The same silhouette, clad in a dark cloak, appeared in the background wherever she went. As she had left the main streets and walked the narrow winding alleys, the pursuer haunted her, keeping his distance but not loosing her trail. She didn’t know anyone in Troy, and whoever was following her was certainly none of her Amazon-sisters.Annoyed at having been so careless and not having noticed sooner, she used the next best opportunity as she walked between the darkened columns of a temple to ambush the stranger.

Moving swiftly, she hid in the shadows, waiting for the man to pass her hiding place and overpowered him, setting the edge of her dagger at the man’s throat.

“Why do you follow me?” she asked, as the man’s hood fell away from his face.

The features that appeared were known to her. “Prince? Why do you follow me?” she repeated even more intrigued, sheathing her dagger and taking a step back to set a respectful distance between them.

“I followed you when I saw you leave the palace without escort after your fellow warriors had retired to rest. What are you doing here?” he answered, his voice as soft as caress.

As he had seen her sneak outside the palace, he could not resist following her.

Amazons were rare and fascinating, and as he had been observing her wander the street, her face lit with almost childish admiration and excitement for everything surrounding her, his curiosity had been triggered even further.

Her experience with men was almost non-existent. She had earned her warrior status not long ago shedding her first enemy’s blood in battle. He was royalty. She knew the respect she owed his station.

She blushed avoiding to look directly at him. “I … was curious, Highness. I did not pretend to disturb anybody in any way.”

His laugh was low and sincere, making the young woman want to laugh as well.

The young woman warrior was unlike any other woman he had met before: refreshing, honest and still mysterious.

“But you did disturb me, young warrior. From the first moment I saw you in my father’s throne Room,” he started to walk around her in a slow prowl, like a tiger stalking his prey. “Is it true what they say about Amazons? You are not allowed to know a man’s touch before you have killed your first enemy?”

She stood there, not knowing how to react to the prince’s words. “That is the custom of my people, Highness” she replied, confused by the way he behaved and the effect that his behavior had on her. Never before had she felt threatened and wanted at the same time, the target of a man’s attention. His hand daringly touched her face in a fleeting graze, and he stepped closer, his voice a caress to her senses almost as physical as the random, fleeting brush of his fingers on her face, her shoulders and her arms.

“Have you shed your first enemy’s blood yet, fiery warrior?” he whispered in her ear, acutely observant of the young woman’s reactions to his attentions.

She was very aware of his presence now, confused at the sensations the prince was causing. She forced away the fear she felt at the unknown reactions of her own senses, and stood proud, valiant, within the range of his touch, his words, and his voice.

“I have, indeed. That is the reason the Queen has chosen me to ride with her to Troy, I am a woman now” the Amazon replied, holding her head up high.

Again, his rich laugh rumbled deep. “Indeed you are, Amazon. But tell me; are you ready for your next challenge?”

Her chin was high and her demeanor defiant. “There is no challenge that I could not confront, Highness”

“Then, Amazon, would you now venture a man’s touch?” he said, his fingertips tracing the neckline of her tunic. She was almost a forbidden, exotic fruit to taste, nevertheless he felt her honesty and naïveté reaching somewhere deeper than the desire she had aroused.

The woman was trembling slightly, as she asked: “Is that what you wish of me? Am I a trophy for a prince of Troy?”

The man didn’t laugh. His dark eyes sought hers, as he moved within inches of her, his breath touching the skin of her face. “You are not a trophy, warrior. I shall show you the ways of men and you shall share with me your first experience. For tonight I shall just be a man. For this night you shall just be a woman. Do you dare?”

For all her youth and inexperience, her instinct told her that the man before her was honest. And the lure of the unknown and the unexplainable sensations her senses conveyed at the man’s presence was too great to ignore. “So shall it be, Prince.”

His lips descended on hers slowly, settling on her virgin mouth, as if accustoming it to him. Slow movements, gentle rubbing turned into light nips that made her lips open to allow his tongue inside. With careful expertise, his hands held her face captive, as he explored and conquered her mouth. She accepted the gentle intrusion, and mimicked the way he kissed her. They parted for a moment, both breathing heavily.

“Come with me, lovely one. We shall find a better place,” and without waiting for an answer he took her hand and lead her quickly through the dark streets of Illium, stealing a kiss from her at every dark corner they passed.

Close to the palace, he took off his mantle, fastening it around her neck, raising the hood to conceal her face. He smiled reassuringly, leading her past the palace guards into the gardens and towards his chambers. She halted and shook her head. Instinctively she refused to follow him into the palace, his territory.

He hesitated a moment and then nodded turning then towards a pavilion in the garden, filled with the perfume of blossoming orange trees. Under the gaze of a statue of Aphrodite, he laid his cloak on the grass and both kneeled on it facing each other.

She shed the cloak, retired her belt and then unhooked the fastenings of her tunic shedding every part of her attire. There was admiration in his eyes, as they wandered her exposed body. She knew no shame for her nudity, and as his hands moved to touch the bare skin, hers went to unfasten the lacings of his clothing. Her fingers moved swiftly, but stilled at the sight of his nude form.

Feminine eyes wandered, acknowledging the view in front of her. The prince reveled in the wonder and honest admiration in the young woman’s eyes, feeling elated and moved. Purposefully he let his fingertips glide over her collarbones, the light caresses unerringly leading towards the firm breasts.

Goosebumps rose on the female skin and her nipples grew taut in anticipation to his touch. She closed her eyes, and he halted, but as she looked at him again, her eyes were filled with amazement and lust. She smiled and her hands began exploring the skin of his neck, his shoulders and chest, tracing planes and lines, new to her. Her hands weren’t soft as the hands of the women of the court, but firm and slightly calloused by the use of weapons and the bridle of her horse, her touch sending waves of pleasure through his nerves, increasing his arousal.

The Amazon’s bold touch ceased the moment his hands closed over her breasts, kneading them while his fingers caressed the nipples. Her head sagged back as a low moan left her lips. The prince pulled her closer, his lips searing her skin as his hands wandered over the Amazon’s body, searching for its bounty. Her senses reeling, the woman anchored her hands on his shoulders, as he gently laid her on her back.

“You are beautiful, Amazon. A gift from the gods,” he muttered, before his kisses draw paths further down her body. Inexperienced as she was in the arts of love, she knew how the mating of male and female happened. But no description had prepared her for the whirlwind of sensations he was provoking in her.

She was aware of every inch of her own skin, her nerves alert to the point of rapture, but all the tension pooling between her legs, where the need for something more made her move unconsciously against his exploring fingers and lips. Not being able to form any coherent words in her mind, the young woman moaned again.

The dark head of the Trojan prince stopped his journey southwards, nipping lightly a strong feminine thigh.

“You are not only fiery in battle, lovely one, but full of passion as well. I wonder if you are ready for me, as much as I am ready for you. Open for me, let me into your fortress, warrior” he pleaded, his strong hands parting her legs as she acquiesced and granted him access to the most vulnerable part of her. Nimble, knowing fingers sought her softness outlining, caressing the luscious flesh until they found the nub that triggered her passion. Every stroke caused a wave of desire that took over the woman, eliciting her response liquid and wild.

Almost on the brink of loosing herself in the ecstasy he was priming her for, she pushed him away, moving swiftly and rolling them around so that he was now laying on the ground and she was looming above him, both hands at the sides of his head, her breath ragged.

“I shall not be conquered, Prince, but also conquer for myself,” the Amazon said, before lowering her head and kissing him the way he had taught her to.

His hands tangled in her hair, freeing it from the braids and bindings that held it away from her face. As they broke the kiss for air, she stretched her body against his, in an almost feral caress, and it was his turn to moan.

She nipped his jaw, and then started a journey of discovery herself, licking and nipping her way over muscle and flesh, until her hand closed around his aroused shaft.

There was a mixture of naïve wonder and timeless knowledge in her eyes as the young warrior settled on his legs and purposefully lowered her head towards the pulsating member in her hand. The movement of her slightly callused hand on his shaft and the careful nipping and licking on the sensitive head almost sent the man over the edge of his own climax.

Gathering as much force of will as he could, he grabbed her arms and pulled the woman upright, until both were again kneeling in front of another.

“There shall not be conqueror or conquered, we shall conquer together,” he said, kissing her once more and then pulling her close, so that he was set between her open knees.

“I want to see your face when I come into you and you take me into you, Amazon,” the prince explained, settling his hands on her waist, arranging her long legs around him, angling her back so far that he carefully entered her, then halting. Understanding what he wanted, the woman held on to his shoulders and slowly lowered herself on him, taking his member deeper in until they were completely joined, and their eyes locked on the other’s face. Neither moved for an endless moment, as she acknowledged the sensation of having the man inside her body and he was in awe at the tight sheath enclosing him.

Then he started to move, slowly at first, each thrust gaining in force and depth, as she encountered his motions with her own. Both were driven by the force of their own quest to reach the climax, but the prince made an almost impossible effort to hold back as he felt her close to her very first orgasm.

“Look at me, warrior, let me see your first encounter with ecstasy” he told her, as the Amazon careened over the edge and her fingernails marked the strong shoulders with the force of her climax.

Brown eyes met, and the sight of the wonder and passion in the young warrior’s look were enough to take the Trojan over the edge, thrusting deep into her for a last time. Bearing her weight on his frame, their bodies still joined and their limbs entwined, they embraced tighter, in the aftermath of sex.

She was the first to move, not separating herself from him yet, but seeking for space to let her fingers trace his features once more, caress his hair. Their eyes met again, his now filled with wonder and hers with the ancient knowledge of generations of women before her.

“Stay,” he whispered.

“I can not,” she said and kissed him for a last time.

She moved away from him, moaning once again as his now soft shaft left her, her skin sensitive from the recent lovemaking. Both dressed in silence, and as they finished, he held her close and pleaded again, “Stay”.

Unexpectedly, she had been much more than a trophy to acquire, a warm body to quench his interest and lust. He wanted more of her.

“I shall return to my quarters now and leave in the morning, Prince of Troy,” the woman said, not wanting to argue with him. She had felt the closeness and though the idea of having him make love to her once more was almost irresistible, she knew that Amazon belonged to no man. The night and their encounter had been precious, and that was how she wanted to keep the memory.

Hesitating, for she did not know if she was insulting him, she whispered: “Thank you for this night.”

“Thank you for accepting me as your first man, Amazon, I shall never forget you” he answered. He knew that there wasn’t anything more to say between them, still he felt the absence of unspoken words.

“May the gods guide your path, my prince,” she said and bowed her head in salute, turning then around and walking away.

He stood in the garden watching her leave with quick strides towards the palace, with the uncanny certainty that he would see her but never have her again.

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Years had passed, and night had fallen upon the city, while the woman warrior still stood on the walls of Troy, Illium, the pearl of the Hellespont.

The Amazons had answered the call of their allies and were to engage in battle the next morning.

She had seen him from afar upon their arrival in the city and had also seen the beautiful woman at his side. His princess.

There were no jealousy or regret for her, but she still cherished the precious memory of a night in the gardens of the Trojan Palace.

She was an Amazon, bred for war not love.

With a silent prayer to Artemis, she turned in for the night. There was a hard battle ahead.