Part Six- The Last Test

K'Lera walked into the Hall to find Tom Paris and B'Elanna Torres sitting together on the couch. They sat talking quietly, sipping on their drinks. The priestess could feel the sereness flowing from them. Apart of her didn't want to interrupt their peach, but she wanted to give Harpra her gift.
K'Lera went toward them and stood behind the couch. She reminded herself about her rewards then she spoke, "Paris, I will now give you the final test."
The two jumped and spun to stare at her. They then looked at each other after K'Lera gaver her announcement. Paris then looked at the priestess.
What is the test this time?" He asked, trying to keep his anger under control.
K'Lera smiled at the attempt, "Follow me, Paris. I will show you. B'Elanna can stay here and wait."
Paris looked at Torres. He could see and feel her fear. He smiled at her to reasure her. She gave him a small smile in return. He squeezed her hand then stood and followed the priestess out of the Hall.
Torres suddenly felt alone as she sat on the couch. She hoped that Paris would survive this last test.
If not, K'Lera will have me to deal with, she thought as she sipped her juice.
K'Lera led Paris into her alter room. She shut the door behind her, and stood in between him and the small statue of Harpra. She looked at him and saw that he was still determained to go through this. She smiled at this then turned around to face the statue.
"He's here, Harpra," she whispered, "He is ready to face you."
The small icon's eyes glowed red as the goddess answered her, "Leave is, K'Lera. Now."
K'Lera turned back around to face Paris, "Your final test will begin here. I will leave you to it."
The priestess then left the rogue alone in the room. Paris turned around, and saw the statue on the alter. He walked to it to get a better look at it. As he grew closer, the icon's eyes glowed red. Paris stopped short and stared at it.
A slight breeze blew through the room. He felt a chill run down his back, but whether from fear or cold he wasn't sure. The breeze grew into a strong wind, blowing his blonde hair around his face.
When the wind died down, Paris opened his eyes to see that the statue was no longer there. Shocked, he spun around and saw a woman standing before him. He looked into her eyes, and saw that they were red as burning coals.
Paris back away, startled. He nearly bumbed into the alter as he did so.
"Such an attractive youth, you are," the woman cooed, "What is you name?"
Paris didn't know what to say. He was both flattered and unsure of her compliment. The woman had an air about her that made him suspicious. Her black robes and her black-red hair were familiar, but he couldn't place it.
"Tom Paris," he replied, "Who are you?"
The woman stared at the young rogue that stoof before her. He didn't feel comfortable being in the same room with her. She smiled. K'Lera had outdown herself again. He was quite attractive; just what she had been waiting for.
"You might know of me, Tom," she said, her voice soft and soothing, "I am Harpra."
Paris froze. Harpra was the goddess of death. Was she his final test? Was he supposed to fight her?
If she is my test I doubt I'll make it, Paris thought, But I'm going to try, for B'Elanna's sake. For the baby's as well.

K'Lera found B'Elanna sitting on the couch. She was sipping on another glass of juice. The priestess could feel the anxiety flowing off the warrior. She decided not to tell her anything about the test. Torres would probably rush into the room, and stop what ever was going on between Paris and Harpra.
"The test had begun," K'Lera said, "Now we wait."
Torres looked at the priestess, "What are you having him go through now?"
K'Lera knew Torres would ask, but she held her ground, "It is nothing to worry about, B'Elanna. It wouldn't be good for the baby. He will be fine."
Torres didn't like what K'Lera said, but she knew it wouldn't do to worry. She nodded and sipped her juice. She thought yet again about having these test over and done with. She wanted to be with Paris.
K'lera poured herself a glass of wine then sat down in a chair. She took a sip as she thought of a way to keep B'Elanna here until her baby was born. Several ideas came to mind, but they would all make the warrior angry. She finally just decided to tell her.
"B'Elanna," the priestess began, "I would like it if you stayed here until your child is born?"
Torres stared at K'Lera stunned and ferious, "Why? Are you going to test the baby as well?"
K'Lera shook her head, "I believe it would be safer for you and you baby here. You don't know how you mother or the rest of the town will treat you. Especially when they learn that you're pregnant by a human."
Torres snarled, but the priestess was right. There was no telling how the people of Krynus would react. Still, she wanted to be as far from K'Lera and her tests as possible.
"That's a chance I'm willing to take, K'Lera," Torres growled.
K'Lera said nothing as she sipped her wine. She knew the warrior would stay once Harpra took Paris. The woman would need to be comforted and a place to stay while she recovered from the death.
That was it, she thought, that would get her to stay. Paris' death would get her to stay.

Paris glared at Harpra, his sword drawn. He was not going to let anything stand between him and B'Elanna.
"So K'Lera is one of your priestesses," Paris snarled, "And I'm an offering to you. She wasn't even going to let us go, was she? These tests weren't even to prove my worth to B'Elanna, were they?"
Harpra smiled. He was intelligent as well as attractive. He was definately a prize. She took a step toward him, but he swun his sword. The goddess' smile turned into a delighted grin. She was going to enjoying this.
"You're right, Tom," Harpra soothed, "The tests weren't to prove your worth to B'Elanna but to me. You are definately worthy of me."
Paris swung his weapon again, "I'm not going anywhere!"
Harpra laughed out loud, "If I wanted to kill you, I would have already done so."
"So what's keeping you?" Paris asked, his eyes blazing with both fear and anger, "Let me guess, you want to test me."
"No," she answered, "I believe that you have proven yourself."
"Then quit talking and get on with it!" Paris shouted as he lundged toward the goddess.
Harpra's cloak spread out like wings as she s hoved her right hand toward him. Paris went flying back into the wall. He fell onto the alter, bounced off it to land on the floor.
The goddess heard a scream of pain, but it didn't come from Paris. She turned toward the door behind her. The scream had come from outside the room.
Probably his mate, Harpra thought, She can feel his pain. A very strong bond these two have.
A moan brought her back to the room. She turned around to see Paris slowly getting up. She smiled, glad to see that he was a strong stubborn mortal. She knew now that she found a prize in Paris.
Paris stood wobbily. He glared at the goddess through a dazed fog. He was not going to be caught off guard again. He picked up his sword and silently dared Harpra to try something.

"What are you doing to him!?" Torres shouted in pain and anguish, "Stop it! Please!"
Torres was lying on the floor, fighting back tears. She glared at K'Lera through blurred vision. Something was happening to Paris, and it was killing him. She tried to get up, but another jolt of pain went through her. She cried out and fell unconscious.
K'Lera stood and went to the warrior. She bent down and checked for a pulse. She found a strong steady one. She sighed in relief, and hoped that the baby was alright as well.
I hope Harpra finishes Paris off soon, she thought,Her playing around is killing B'Elanna as well.
The priestess looked down the corridor that led to her alter room. She began to wonder just what the goddess was doing to the rogue. Harpra could easily kill him and be done with it.
She must be up to the something. Maybe she is testing him.
K'Lera smiled, Harpra must have plans for him other than just as a sacrifice.
The priestess laughed silently in delight. She then picked Torres up and out her on the couch.

Harpra watched as Paris slowly got to his feet. She walked toward him, but he glared at her. The goddess shook her head.
"You might as well accept it, Tom," she said softly, "You are to be mine."
Paris made a move to grabhis sword, but Harpra lifted a finger. The weapon flew away from the rogue's grasp and hit the right hand wall. Paris cried out in frustration. He then drew his dagger and ran toward Harpra.
The goddess grabbed his wrist before he could plunge the weapon into her shoulder. She stared into his fiery blue eyes, and suddenly felt aroused. Without stopping herself, Harpra leaned foward and kissed Paris. She felt him tense and try to break away, but she held him.
Paris felt himself panic. His brain was screaming at him to get away. Hw fought against the goddess, but she only tightened her grip on his wrists. His heart was pounding in his ears and he felt the strength drain from him.
Gods! He thought, She's kissing me! Harpra is kissing me! Oh, gods, B'Elanna!
Harpra broke the kiss, but she didn't release him. She stared into his eyes to see the fear in them. She also saw that he was shocked. She smiled at this.
"I believe I have chosen well," Harpra said, licking her lips, "You will make a great god of death."
Paris' eyes opened wide, "What!?"
Harpra smiled and kissed his again. She let go of his wrists. She heard the dagger clatter on the floor. She ran her hands through his hair and she revevled in the softness of it. She never had a mortal before, and she knew that he never had a goddess.
Harpra broke the kiss again to look at him. The fear was still there, but the shock was gone. She stroked his hair then moved her hands to untie his cloak. At that, he backed away, glaring at her.
"What do you think your doing?" He asked.
Harpra smiled, her red eyes sparkling, "What do you mortals call it? Mate with you?"
Paris' eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped. He shook his head and went for his weapon. Before he could get to his sword, Paris was thrown back into the other wall. He gasped as the air left his lungs. He felt himself slide down to sit on the floor. His vision soon cleared, and he saw black robes before him. He looked up and saw Harpra standing above him.
"Forget fighting me, Tom," Harpra said softly, "You are to be mine. Accept it."
Paris snarled. He tried to get up, but Harpra put a hand to his chest, shoving him back against the wall. He looked up to see her staring at him. She leaned forward and kissed him. She used her body to pin him to the wall while she untied his cloak. She slid it slowly off his shoulders as she deepened the kiss.
Paris tried to break away, but the sensations that Harpra was causing was draining his strength. He fought as best he could, mentally calling out B'Elanna's name for help. He then heard a moan, but he didn't know if it was from Harpra or him. He tensed and that caused the goddess to break the kiss.
"Relax, Tom," she whispered into his ear, "I won't hurt you."
She ran her hands under his tunic. She heard him gasp and she smiled. She ran her hands over his chest, causing him to moan. She then slipped his tunci up and over his head. She went back to devouring his mouth as her hands explored his body.
Harpra then took Paris' hands and placed them on her breasts. She moaned at the sensation and tilted her head back.
"Tom," she moaned.
Paris tried to remove his hands from her breasts. This was scaring him as well as arousing him. He couldn't let this go any further.
"Let me go, Harpra," he whispered, "Or kill me."
The goddess looked at him. His expression was now of fear and it reflected in his eyes. Even the shock had returned. She kissed his forehead, mumbling reasurrances to him. She continued to whisper to him as she kissed his cheek then neck. She smiled as he rose up and moaned. She moved his hands down her body. He fought her, but he stoppec as she kissed his chest.
She rubbed his hands against her thighs. This caused her to moan and she suddenly wanted more. She stopped kissing him long enough to remove her winged cloak. She watched his reaction. She smiled as she saw his blue eyes darken. She felt Paris' hands move up her thighs and under her robes. She closed her eyes as she gave herself to the sensations.
"Oh, Tom," she moaned.
Paris kissed one breast then the other through the robes. She gasped then moaned as he gently bit them. He ran his hands through her black-red hair causing her to arch backward. He felt her hands run up his back then through his dark blonde hair.
Suddenly, he found himself on his back. He stared at the goddess looming over him. His eyes widened as she took off her black robes. he gasped as the ivory skin glowed like pearls in the dim light.
Harpra smiled at his reaction. She leaned over to him and took his mouth again. Her hands roamed over his side to the him of his buckskins. She slowly slid them down his hips them off his legs.
"Stop," Paris whispered, "Please stop."
Harpra looked at him. His blue eyes were both fearful and pleading. She ran a hands through his hair and kissed his forehead.
"I will make you a god, Tom," she soothed, "I can make B'Elanna a goddess if you so wish. I want you, Tom. Mate with me and I will do what ever you want."
Paris glared at her. She was testing him, he knew it. He would not betray B'Elanna's trust just to make her and him immortal. He angrily shook his head.
"No," he said defiantly, "I will not do this just to become immortal."
Harpra's eyes glowed a bright red. She bent down to take his lips again, but she found that he was not willing. She stared at him, her eyes blazing.
"Tom," she began, then realization dawned on her. She smiled as she ran her hands over his chest. She heard him moan in response.
"This is not a test," she explained, "I know you love B'Elanna. You can live together forever as gods."
Without waiting for an answer, she devoured his mouth again. She ran her hands through his hair again. She felt him relax as she continued to kiss him. She then rose up and took him inside her. She gasped at the strange sensation. She looked at him to find his eyes closed and sweat beading on his forehead.
Paris quietly moaned, trying to hold in his pleasure and arousal. He shoook his head and tried to plead with Harpra again. The words left his mind when the goddess began to move. His hands went to her breasts causing her to moan. She ran her hands over Paris' chest as she rocked forward.
"Oh, Tom," Harpra moaned as she found on rythmn.
Paris could barely think as he felt himself draw closer to the edge. He heard Harpra moan his name, and he felt her close tighter around him. The feel of her around him, and her hands on his chest nearled caused him to give in to her. He opened his eyes to see her tilted slightly back, her eyes closed. His hands were on her thighs as she rocked her hips back and forth. He moaned quietly as he closed his eyes.
B'Elanna! He cried, B'Elanna!
"Gods," he moaned. The sensations were becoming unbearable.
"Yes, Tom," Harpra whispered, as she edged closer, "You will be gods."
Paris rose up to meet Harpra, causing her to gasp and moan in pleasure.
B'Elanna!
B'Elanna sat up suddenly. She kept hearing Tom's fearful voice in her mind. She could also hear a hint of pleasure. She looked around the room to find that she was alone. She heard her name again and she leaped off the couch and ran down the corridor.
She came to the door to the alter room. She could faintly hear the sounds of pleasure coming from the room. She tried the door to find it locked.
"Tom!" Torres shouted, "What's going on?! Tom!?"
B'Elanna, help! Paris' voice came to her mind, It's Harpra. She's...Oh gods!
Torres, frightened, tried the doorknob again. It didn't budge. She then drew her sword and brought the weapon down upon the knob. It fell to the floor with a clatter and the wooden door sung open. She stared in shock and horror at the sight before her.
The goddess of death bent down to kiss Paris. Torres heard him scream in her mind. Harpra's hips were rocking back and forth quickly on Paris as her hands rubbed on his chest.
Paris' eyes were closed and his hands were on Harpra's thighs. Sweat was rolling off his forehead, and he appeared to be in pain.
"Tooom," Harpra moaned as she moved faster.
Torres couldn't take it anymore. She called the goddess' name, bringing the scene to a halt. The two women stared at each other. Torres held her weapon before her, pointing it at the goddess. Harpra continued to run her hands over Paris.
"Get away from him," Torres growled, "He doesn't want to have anything to do with you."
Harpra moved her hips forward, bringing a moan from both her and Paris. She smiled at this and the expression of anger on Torres' face.
"He belongs to me now, B'Elanna," Harpra said, "I am going to make him a god."
Torres stared at the goddess in shock and disbelief, "By mating with him?! He is my mate! He loves me!"
Harpra smiled as she looked down at Paris. The young rogue looked exhausted. His eyes were half-closed and he was breathing heavily. The goddess then looked back at Torres.
"Yes, he does," she soothed, "but if he does this, I will make you both immortal. He is doing this for you."
"You're making him do it!" Torres shouted, taking a step forward.
Harpra shook her head and began moving her hips forward. A low moan came from both of them. She tilted her head back as she felt the pressure build again. She picked up the pace as she neared teh edge.
Torres had enough. As teh sounds of pleasure grew louder, the warrior charged at the goddess, her sword raised to take her head off. Suddenly, she found herself flying backwards. She hit the door and fell to the floor, shouting in anger.
Harpra's moans became louder as she continued her motions. She revevled in the sensations this mortal was giving her. She defintely chose right.
"Tom!" A shout sounded through the room. Echoing in everyone's ears.

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