The Lay of Paris Ch 3

It would be best that you read the first two poems to gain the best understanding what is happening here.
This poem is a retelling of the life of Paris in Poetry. I hope that it moves you to read the Iliad and other Greek Myths.
I consider that Erotic Poetry is the best category for like all great stories it is about love and revenge.

Book 3: The Judgement of Paris.

On verdant Ida Paris black-eyed and bare-chested hunts,
Bow and arrow notched he stalks seeking elusive deer.
As he hunts a hymn to Artemis Huntress is on his lips.
He seeks in forest and bush and he hears ever forward, ever upward
The sound of his prey.
Bare feet grip the soil and he seeks the sounds of the hunt,
Sweat stains the loincloth about his waist as it slides along ridged muscle.
Slowly sound disappears, even the birds fall silent and paths change.
Soft sand caresses his feet as now he walks along once unknown path.
No deer he seeks now for he feels a summons and he seeks its source,
Tis a Siren song but more sweet to his soul that leads him on.
Green forest dapples and changes between bush and venerable oak and alder
Eyes not of this world watch this mortal man pass by.
A world that is so close to ours yet so far for those not Blest.
The road of sand ceases upon hard shoulder of rock and he gasps.
There before him await three Immortals and he is struck dumb,
They shine as the sun blinding this fortunate mortal to see such beauty.
Dropping to his knees he cries for mercy from such Implacable beings.

Face pressed into white sand he feels the tread of Immortal feet towards him,
He shakes with excitement and fear as Beauty and Grace walks towards him.
Paris dares and raises his eyes and sees perfect alabaster feet and marvels with awe,
He feels his manhood become tumescent as he looks at each perfect toe.
He wants to press his lips and worship each toe and yet he dare not,
For what man may not want and fear when he meets his Gods.
Then he hears with earth-shaking quietness her voice greeting him.

"Mortal rise and see us,
It is called on you to make Judgement.
Judgement of who is Fairest of All.
Rise and make Judgement,
Rise and speak the words that even
The Gods themselves refuse to speak."

Paris rises and his loincloth slips from his hips so he is naked before these who ask him for Judgement,
Naked he looks up into the eyes that watch him, they devour him with their eyes.
For he is bold this man to look at them
His excitement grows as he looks at the Three before him.
Here is Hera, Queen and Lady of the Household her eyes of gentle Mother Earth
The Eyes of proud and disdainful Queen of Heaven.
Athena watches his form and smiles in pristine Virginity
Lucullan Aphrodite looks upon him with lewd boldness and licks lips of perfect form.

"How may Mortal dare make Judgement of Fair Ones?"
Declaims black-eyed Paris
"Beauty is beyond Man to declare,
For what is beautiful for one is ugly to another.
No take this task from me for I am unworthy,
I who love women would never consider one above another.
You who are more beautiful than any born woman
Ask not what no man can give."
Imperious Athena rises from her seat of marble and answers,

"Ever does Man demand answers and glory with no cost to himself,
Yet we demand your answer for is not it the right of Women
Whether Mortal or Olympian to demand the right to be
Considered most Fair.
Though Men may wish otherwise a Woman is not just
Two Paps and a gully between her legs
She is that and more for she brings to her Lord all that she is,
Choose Mortal who grants the Fairest gifts and is most fair."

Athena's agate hard eyes blaze with fury and lust and he steps back from her.
The Goddess of Love rises and stills firm Athena with gentle hand.

"Mortal you have been chosen and from what the Gods of Olympus
Demand no creature may escape.
Nothing may give you respite from your doom,
For it was decreed by the Fates themselves as they cut and trimmed the
Thread of your Life.
Accept what you must do and judge as you see fit.
Come my Sisters this man must see us naked and without garment
For he judges what is most fair not what is most clothed."

What man has not dreamed of seeing such Beauty naked before him,
Having it offered to him for him to touch and enjoy.
What man would not tremble with lust and the fear of what he does?
Proud Prince of Troy he stands and his eyes almost can not bear what they see,
That Beauty uncovered, dazzles his eyes and makes his head spin.
His eyes dart and he wonders what he must do.
Gentle Hera stands before him and he caresses her form with his eyes.
He runs his imaginary fingers through her hair of dark honey,
Is held by the eyes that sparkle with the gleam of rich earth.
Feels her heavy breasts pressed into his chest and the wet drops of cosmic milk
That escapes from them.
He marvels at the wide hips that she has and the deep valley between her legs
The joy covered with dark hair that barely covers swollen flesh.
She speaks and the air fills with sweet sounds that speed to him like the
Honey Bee.

"Drink from my full paps o Prince of Troy
Know the contentment of virtuous wife and strong sons.
See how the sun makes my milk glitter and light the sky.
Even strong Herakles found this liquor to strong for his mewling mouth,
This is the gift that I give,
The glory of strong family and strong kingdoms.
Drink from me and you will be King of Kings
Of all Asia,
Drink and men will wonder at the glory of your wife and babes.
Let me give you the gift of family and contentment."

Thus did Paris behold the Queen of Heaven,
Firm breasts filled with virtuous milk she offered to him.
Breasts marvellous in their size and strength,
Tipped with the largest and brownest of tips.
They leaked those breasts with a pungent honey
That he wished to wrap his parched lips around.
As she spoke he saw his future,
King of Ilium and Asia
Wise and forbearing and beside him
A loved and virtuous Queen who bore him strong sons.
His mind rose and marvelled with the offer that she gave him.
Almost he wanted to take her tit in his lips but there were two others here
And he looked to the fierce warrior maid that was before him.
It surprised him when she knelt before him and
Spoke softly her seductive words.

"What use kingdoms and strong sons if it does not come
In red battle and shrewd stratagem.
Let me take your fleshy spear in my virgin mouth,
Take me with firm and cunning strokes and spill seed that will
Sprout firm arms and swift victory.
Fame is my gift,
Women and gold will be yours after bloody battle with spear or words.
None shall win victory against you.
No strong warrior, no wise judge or fair maid.
Allow my lips about your manhood and you will be
More than any man alive or dead.
Let them sing great songs about you."

How his heart sped with promise of victory and fame,
As fair maid spoke he heard the sound of battle
The cries of defeat and despair as he took his spoils.
How men would find his words wise and beautiful
Their voices crying for his judgements.
Her lips seemed so full and rich and he ached to allow her to touch his manhood,
To feel her lips at his tip and he wanted to speak his affirmation.
He wanted her submission to him as she knelt before him
And draw his spear into her perfect mouth.
A web fluttered and he looked to the third of this Olympian trio.
Before him she stood and looked into his eyes
With bright eyes of sky blue.
Her body changed before his eyes,
She became his many lovers and more beside.

"No Kingdom can I give you,
Nor fame of arms.
All I give is the greatest thing that Man lives for.
Let my body press against yours
And I can give you the fairest woman on Earth.
All shall lust for her and none save you may have her,
Her heart shall be yours for all your life.
Let my Breasts press against your chest and
When she enters all men shall envy you,
She shall be for your pleasure alone and all will see it.
No man save you may have her,
Proud Warriors and Kings shall weep
Over what they may not have.
Let our bodies touch and
This I offer the heart of the most Beautiful Woman in the World
So that she may be your plaything."

As she had spoken this Lady of Love,
So she had changed till the Fair Prince of Ilium saw
Helen of Sparta.
Naked she was and her breasts heaved full and firm,
Her Paps tipped a delicate pink
Lips smiled in adoration that struck at his heart.
Legs muscular and smooth were roads to her
Lightly-downed Venus mound.
Her eyes sparkled and promised happiness and worship.
For in those eyes he became lost.
Then the Queen of Heaven stepped forward again,
She spoke with Majesty and Dread.

"Choose Mortal and speak your choice,
As you choose give prize to the winner."

Then the Prince of Ilium spoke,
"No choice will I make until you swear by
Olympian Zeus that you shall neither harm me,
my kin or city with my choice."
So hearing his demand
The Three Ladies of Heaven swore most severe and binding oaths.
Yet he was betrayed for he had not made them swear
Not to inflame Men's Greed, Desire and Hatred.
Thus do the Immortals punish man in his pride
With clever words and great deeds.

Before the naked Olympians did the Prince stand
Then with loud voice did declaim to the World.
First he stood before Majestic Hera
"By the Great Lady I am offered Power
And the contentment of Hearth and Home.
These are great gifts and were I a Man of Means
They would be a treasure beyond compare.
I see my father Priam and he is a Great King
He is bowed down with cares and demands.
He has sons and they contest before him
And bring unceasing toil in their strife.
His wife honours him but she
Rules his Home and Hearth.
This is not Fair to me O Great Queen."

Then he stood before the Virgin Warrior.
In loud voice he spoke again,
"By the Fair Maid of Heaven I am offered
Strength of Arms and Wisdom in Counsel.
No Maid will be safe from me but be mine by force of arms
Or Trickery of Words
If I seek her.
My brother Hector has these things,
All men speak his praises and know his abilities.
Men seek to battle him to win their glory
And in his sorrow he kills them.
For each statement of wisdom he offers
Fools and Mountebanks cause his words to be twisted.
Thus he causes pain to those he would protect.
Women he could have with ease
But all he desires is his Wife and Son.
What do I wish of unwilling women when I would have them
Willing to my bed.
I see no Wisdom or Fairness in your offer
Amazon of the Olympians."

Lastly he stood before the Beauty of Heaven Aphrodite
Again he spoke,
"Here I am offered the Fairest Woman in the World.
I am promised that she shall worship me,
That men shall envy me.
But does not Mortal Man and Woman grow old,
Does not Beauty fade.
I see it but I am young
No Warrior am I or Great Prince.
Let me have the vanities of Beauty for my own,
For what man does not want to be God to beautiful woman.
Therefore though all three are beauteous I find your Gifts
Most Fair my Lady."

Then with deep bow he offered the Gold Fruit
To the Lady of Love.
As the golden fingers touched the prize
Thunder roared and clouds blew black,
As raging losers fled their defeat.
Smiling winner clasped Black-eyed Paris about his waist,
Her body touching his and he felt magic flow
Deep and strong within him.
Her Breasts pressed to his chest and pierced his breast
Liquid jolts from fleshy spear to touch Olympian Leg.
Light draws upward and throws him to soft ground,
As the gift given the Lady of Love returns to High Olympus.
In his ears but three words
"Helen of Sparta"

To be continued with the Abduction of Helen of Sparta