Chapter 28

Shea's fingers moved with increasing urgency, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal. The waves of pleasure crashed over her, each one more intense than the last, but it still wasn't enough.

Her thoughts fixated on Achilles, her desire for him becoming an all-consuming need. She could no longer hide from the truth; she craved him in a way she never thought possible. The memory of his naked form from the previous night filled her mind, and her body responded with even greater fervor.

As she touched herself, Shea's eyes began to glow an eerie green, a sign of something supernatural. She found herself tossing and turning in bed, unable to contain the raw power of her arousal. Her breathing grew ragged, and she began to drool, her desire for Achilles reaching a fever pitch.

The intensity of her need was almost too much to bear, and she knew she had to do something to quell the fire within her. With shaky legs, Shea rose from her bed and stumbled towards the pillow, her movements driven by primal instinct.

She began to hump the pillow, her hips bucking wildly as she sought release. But even the friction against the fabric wasn't enough to satisfy her cravings. Shea groaned in frustration, her body aching for something more.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Shea slowly left her room, her steps silent as she made her way towards Achilles' chamber. Her urges were relentless, driving her forward like a moth drawn to a flame.

As she approached the hallway to Achilles' room, Shea's heart pounded in her chest. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but the desire coursing through her veins left her no choice.

Shea's panties were drenched, the damp fabric clinging to her skin as she moved closer to Achilles' door. The soft glow of the moonlight spilled into the hallway, casting an ethereal light on her flushed face. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for the doorknob, the metal cold against her feverish skin.

She pushed the door open, just a crack, enough to peek inside. The room was bathed in shadows, but she could make out Achilles' figure tossing restlessly on the bed. His breathing was heavy, punctuated by slow, guttural grunts that sent shivers down Shea's spine.

Her own arousal spiked at the sight, an insatiable hunger gnawing at her core. She watched him, her chest heaving with each breath, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.

As if sensing her presence, Achilles suddenly turned his head towards the door. His eyes, glowing a fierce blue, locked onto hers, and a jolt of electricity shot through her body. In one fluid motion, he leapt from the bed, his powerful body moving with preternatural speed.

Before Shea could react, Achilles was standing in front of her, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

"I don't know what's happening," he growled, his voice barely more than a whisper. "But I need you, now."

Shea could only nod, her brain seemingly melting under his intense gaze. Her desire for him was overwhelming, a force too powerful to resist.

Without another word, Achilles wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the ground. He carried her to the bed, his movements swift and purposeful. With a strength that took her breath away, he ripped the flimsy fabric of her clothes, exposing her firm breasts and hardened nipples.

She gasped as the cool air hit her naked skin, but her gasp quickly turned into a moan as Achilles' hot mouth closed around one of her stiff peaks. His tongue swirled around her nipple, each flick sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

As he feasted on her breasts, Achilles' hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and contour. Shea writhed beneath him, her body on fire with the intensity of her desire.

With a low growl, Achilles moved away from her long enough to shed his own clothing, revealing the chiseled muscles of his chest and the hard length of his manhood. Shea's eyes widened at the sight of him, her body aching for him to fill her.

He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock teasing her slick entrance. Shea lifted her hips, trying to pull him inside her, but Achilles held back, his eyes locked onto hers.

In one powerful thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. Shea cried out, the sensation of him inside her almost too much to bear. But Achilles didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. He began to move, each stroke of his cock sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.

They moved together, their bodies locked in a dance as old as time. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of flesh against flesh, their ragged breathing, and their cries of pleasure.

Achilles' thrusts grew faster, more frenzied, as he drove into Shea with an intensity that left them both breathless. Shea's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her body arching to meet his with equal fervor. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, mingling with their shared moans of ecstasy.

In a swift motion, Achilles flipped Shea onto her stomach, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her. Shea's head fell forward, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she pushed back against him, matching his rhythm.

The new angle hit Shea with wave after wave of pleasure, each thrust of Achilles' cock sending her closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, a powerful storm gathering strength within her.

Achilles leaned forward, his chest pressing against Shea's back as he reached around to stroke her clit. The added sensation was too much for Shea to handle. With a cry that echoed off the walls, she tumbled over the edge, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her.

Feeling Shea's inner muscles clench around him, Achilles let out a low growl and allowed himself to follow her into bliss. He thrust into her one last time, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her.

Spent, they both collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and tangled in the sheets. After a moment, Shea turned to face Achilles, her eyes locking onto his. Without a word, she moved down his body, her tongue tracing a path from his chest down to his still-hard cock.

She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she tasted the salty-sweet mixture of their fluids. Achilles watched her through half-lidded eyes, his hand gently stroking her hair as she worked.

Shea bobbed her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock with each stroke. She could feel him growing harder in her mouth, his body responding to her touch.

With a final thrust, Achilles came again, his cum spurting into Shea's mouth. She swallowed it down, savoring the taste of him on her tongue.

Exhausted, they both settled into the bed, their bodies entwined. Neither of them spoke, the silence comfortable and familiar. Within moments, they had both drifted off to sleep, the events of the day finally catching up with them.

As they slept, the moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over their intertwined bodies.