Saturday, February 13, 2016

Blog Hop - Cupid's Broken Arrow - Ch 5

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Chapter 5

Tessa…Tessa. Wake up, love.”
Tessa moaned, her head moving from side to side as she surfaced to consciousness. She coughed, dreading the thought of breathing in more smoke, but her lungs screamed for oxygen. She heaved a breath even as her throat constricted to insulate her lungs from more smoke. Relief washed over her as clean air entered her lungs even though swallowing made her throat itch. She hated the dryness at the back of her throat and longed for the cool waters she missed that came from the waterfalls that fed Vesta’s temple.
She opened her eyes, blinking several times and surprised to see the dark sky above. The last thing she remembered was Eros seducing her in the midst of a burning building and smoke surrounding them. It sure as Hades weren’t the flames of passion that licked them or the mists of arousal that covered them from would be voyeurs. Why in Zeus’ name did Eros decide to remind her pussy of what she was missing? In a stairwell of all places!
She looked at Eros’s concerned face inches from hers. His eyes skimmed her visage, caressing her skin. Lust still swirled in those depths and her sex clenched in response. Dammit! Her body shouldn’t be rooting for the other side! The plan was to make Eros suffer, to find a way to return among the gods, goddesses, and demi-gods.
Let me go!” she squirmed in Eros’ arms that he had no choice but to put her on her feet. The moment she did, her hip brushed Eros’ semi erect shaft. Tessa gasped when Eros’ arm snaked around her waist to flush her against him before he started to grind himself against her hip.
What?” His brow arched even as he continued to rub himself against her. “C’mon let me in.”
Here?” Tessa gasped in shock. “We’re in the middle of the damn street!”
Eros continued to rock while he leaned to whisper in her ear. “Look around you Tessa. You’re in a fucking orgy.”
Tessa turned in Eros’ embrace and her eyes nearly popped out at the different couples….coupling. Everywhere she looked, people were making out. The paramedic had a woman on the gurney inside the ambulance with his face buried deep between her thighs, pleasuring her as she moaned and held him against her mons. Another woman was bent against a lamp post, her skirt raised around her hips, and her thighs spread wide. An immaculately dressed man had his dick out of his trousers and inside the woman, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. The woman’s screams joined other couples cries. No inhibitions. No shame. The sight of people experiencing the heights of carnal pleasure made Tessa feel as wanton as they were. Her breasts swelled and heat gushed out of her already soaked thong at the sight of so many in the throes of ecstasy. Eros nuzzled her neck while he continued to tease her with his cock between her cheeks. Tessa pussy involuntarily squeezed vaguely remembering how thick Eros was, and by Olympus, she wanted to feel him inside her again. Her eyes were drifting close, her lips parting in a sigh when Eros cupped her breasts and played with her nipples that hardened against her dress. She continued to watch everyone, turned on by what she saw.
A scene of pure lust with the scent of sex mingling in the air.
And so many wayward arrows piercing random butts. 

The sight woke her up like a splash of water from the Styx.
What in Hades did you do?” She turned around in shock and pushed Eros away. The cool air was chilly against her skin at the loss of his warmth. “Sure you can fuck ‘til the next millennia in Bacchus’ parties but hello? Earth calling Eros! The police will be crawling up our asses and arrest everyone for public indecency!”
It’s not like I commanded the arrows to shoot at random.” Eros scowled, raking his hands through his hair in frustration. His cock bulged against his pants like a strangled dowsing rod.
So you’re saying you can’t control your arrows like you can’t control your unruly dick.” Tessa said, giving an indelicate snort.
Hey, my cock needs pussy action.” Eros defended his appendage. “And your pussy is the one I want to sink into.” He moved towards her again and Tessa’s libido went on overdrive.
Libido, she thought. A new word she learned on earth that was as old as time. No one was immune. Human or immortal.
Tessa,” Eros’ knuckles grazed her cheek and she leaned into his caress. He tilted her chin to accept his kiss. “Let me in.” he murmured against her mouth.
No.” The moment she moved away, she started longing for his touch. Why was it so damned difficult to stick to the plan? Several women screamed their climax. Men groaned when they came. Vesta help her, she wanted to experience the same mind blowing release.
With Eros.
Seriously, she was going bonkers. Her mind and Fortuna demanded that Eros be punished. Her heart and pussy begged her to give in.
You took my life away, Eros,” she sighed, staring unseeingly at the orgy in front of her. “What would you have me do?”
Eros’ sexy smile faltered before he looked away, a frown pulling at his forehead.
What would you want me to do?”
And his dick.
She rose on tiptoe to take nips of his mouth, sucking on his tongue, and smiling at the growling noises he made. Just as Eros gripped her hips, Tessa stopped her hand job and zipped his cock back inside Eros’ pants.
If you can control your arrows, your wayward cock, and find a way to get me back to Olympus.” She stepped back and grinned at the disbelief on Eros’ face. She winked and walked away, throwing one last parting shot over her shoulder.
You can have my pussy.”

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Friday, February 12, 2016

Blog Hop - Cupid's Broken Arrow - Ch 4

This is a wonderfully erotic story and intended for mature audiences!

Chapter 4

For a split second, Eros stood in the doorway of his hotel room and forgot about the hotel evacuation. He gazed at his hardened cock bulging under his slacks.
Tessa accomplished what no other female could over the past month. On top of everything else, she tasted better than the sweetest ambrosia. She reminded him of something, something like virtuosity surrounding the aura of heavens. Her voluptuous curves, in all the right places, tempted his sexual desires back to life like a roaring bonfire.
Pride swelled his chest and emanated outward. For the first time in a month, Eros was hard as a rock. He needed to fuck her…and soon. Power vibrated, tingling the air against his back.
Tessa!” he yelled after her as the crash of shattering glass echoed behind him.
Eros spun in time to see his mystical love arrows break free of their bond and shoot out of the now opened window—almost as if they had a mind of their own. In disbelief, he scooped up his empty quiver and took off running down the hallway with the other hotel guests toward the EXIT sign. “Tessa!”
Not only did he have to hunt her down, he needed to get back control of his damn arrows. In the thousands of years he’d been the God of Love, never once had he lost an arrow, much less have them take on power of their own. Nothing was going according to plan.
Sprinting into the stairwell, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful blonde in a red dress go around the corner below. He wasted no time to catch up to her and latched an arm around her waist.
Over the sirens of the fire alarm, he yelled, “I got you, sweetheart. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” Being a god had its perks after all. He could fly her through a fire and to safety should the need arise.
She jerked out of his hold by speeding up her steps. “Don’t, Eros.”
His dick jerked at the way she’d said his name and the movement painfully strained his loaded balls. Wait a minute. It had nothing to do with the venom or bite in her tone.
She called him Eros.
Come again, love?” he asked.
Balling her little hands into fists she stopped and turned to face him. A righteous anger replaced her previous angelic expressions as heat radiated from her. “I am not your sweetheart nor your love.” She pursued him as people pushed around them to flee the stairwell. “You ruined my life, and because of you, I’m stuck on this earthly plane to live the rest of my life like these sodden humans!”
Her feistiness only made him want to fuck her more—to fuck it right out of her and make her cum while milking his cock. He stood his ground as they stood toe to toe, not backing away from the little minx who only a few minutes ago writhed underneath him like a wanton nymph.
Nymph? The truth socked him in the gut. Oh, he’d fucked her sweet pussy alright. The last female he entered was her.

That’s how you know my name.” Glimpses of his memory flashed back to that night. The night Bacchus told him to come to earth and laughed at him while he pounded the most exquisitely tight nymph. The night he wasn’t able to get hard from thereafter. “What were you doing at Bacchus’ party that night?” He narrowed his eyes. “You did something to me. You broke my cock!”
Her jaw dropped and she scoffed at him. “I did no such thing. You’re the one who got me drunk and took my chastity. Because of you I was kicked out of the temple and now a mortal thank you very much.” She glanced down at his crotch. “And by the looks of it, your cock doesn’t look broken, you manwhore.”
Temple? But you’re a nymph. Nymphs live in the mountains near lakes and streams.”
I was a Vestal Virgin. How dare you compare me to all the nymphs out there? Perhaps if you were interested in anything else but fornication the world wouldn’t be in such a state of downfall concerning love.” She cleared her throat.
A virgin? No wonder he savored sex with her more than any other female. On top of it, she was one of Vestas’ maiden’s. A maiden he deflowered—and probably why his dick stayed limp for almost a month. Everything else aside though, he needed Tessa and as the God of Love he needed to make it right—not because she revived his dick. He needed to be reminded what love was all about.
Eros cupped her face, gazing into her crystal clear blue eyes. “I’m sorry. I would never have taken advantage of you had I known the truth. You are a treasure to behold and I’m honored to have witnessed your amazing grace and beauty.”
Her mouth trembled and she nibbled on the corner of her lower lip. Moisture seeped into her eyes. “No. You don’t get to appreciate me after my world’s been ripped away from me.”
Then let me make it right.” His lips descended on hers and he licked her lips, begging for entrance with his tongue. “You have no idea how much you enchant me.” His dick strained in his pants. The way he wanted to drive into her tight heat made his balls tighten more as he entered her warm, wet mouth.
Tessa rocked her hips against him, teasing his already amped up body, mimicking sex as she ground against him. He needed inside of her and quick. Reaching between their bodies he unbuttoned his pants then unzipped them to release his throbbing dick. He hiked her dress up in front and pulled her panties aside until the tip of his head kissed her sweet pussy.
Let me make you mine,” he nuzzled against her lips.
She pulled away from him, covering her mouth and coughed before she inhaled a deep breath. “No. I will never be yours.” She yanked her dress back down. “That is the penance you will pay.”
You will be mine.”
Ha! That’s something Cupid says.” Her haughty tone matched the cockiness on her face.
The defiance she displayed with her taunt boiled deep into his veins. “I will have you. Make no mistake and watch your tongue.”
Her chest rose and fell and she sucked in air and coughed. “You will rue,” another cough, “the day you ruined me and forgot who,” cough, “I was.”
As she collapsed, he caught her in his arms and cradled her. The stairwell had filled with smoke during their argument. And now being human, she wasn’t immune to the effects of mortal ailments.
He made sure to tuck his cock into his pants and fastened them while he flew down the flights of stairs with her in his hold. He’d been so caught up in the moment he forgot about the fire.
Finally on the first level he burst through the exit door with her. Sirens, red and blue lights, people rushed around frantically. He needed to find a paramedic to revive her. Once he spotted an ambulance he raced on foot toward the vehicle to get Tessa aide.
She passed out from smoke inhalation,” he yelled at a male medic. Each slap of his feet on the pavement reminded him how delicate and precious the cargo in his arms was to him.
The world seemed to stop for a moment when the paramedic was brushed by one of Eros’ mystical arrows. The male turned to a female nearby…and they started to make out.
What the fuck?” Eros glanced around the street and his jaw dropped. His arrows zipped through the air, tagging people as they zipped by. Every time they came in contact with a mortal…the person turned to the nearest one who’d also been struck…and they were all going at it.
A scene, eerily similar to the one in the forest during Bacchus’ party, unfolded before his eyes. The normal world had turned into an orgy as men and women alike chased after one another shredding their clothes.
Bacchus appeared on the street. He laughed while sloshing around his wine filled chalice. “Well, looks like you’ve finally found a way to get love in the air.”

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Blog Hop - Cupid's Broken Arrow - Ch 3

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Chapter 3

What the hell do you mean there is no love in the air?” Eros asked, running his hand down his face.
Bacchus stared at him like he’d grown two heads. “Dude, since you all but stopped fucking your way through all the single goddesses, there’s been a major shift on Earth.”
Eros narrowed his eyes. “And that’s my concern how? Did you see what they depict me as?” He slapped himself in the side of the head. “Of course you did. You’re the one who pointed it out to me. Serves them right. If they gave me the respect I deserve, then I’d shoot an arrow at some of their asses. But,” he held up his hand, “not in a fucking diaper.”
His friend doubled over in laughter, making Eros think about shooting him with an arrow--and not a love one. When it seemed Bacchus wasn’t going to stop laughing, he stepped around him, shoving him a little harder than necessary.
Seriously, you are even harshing my mojo.” Bacchus wiped his eyes, mirth still sparking in them.
Eros raised his left brow. “Are you having problems getting it up?” He wasn’t going to tell his buddy that was his issue; the man would probably run a full page ad in the Gods Tribune. Nope, not if he had breath in his body.
Just take a look at some of the headlines. You knew we would lose some of our powers if the humans didn’t believe in us.” Humor faded from Bacchus’s voice as he waved his hand. A giant screen appeared, showing what seemed to be human news.
He’d never really paid much attention to the lesser beings--not that he hadn’t fucked a few thousand, give or take a few hundred--but their problems weren’t his to be bothered with.
Headline after headline showed couple after couple breaking up or heading for divorce. Eros swiped his hand in the air, making the pictures go faster, hoping there was an end. It was like an epidemic had struck. A lovesick potion or some shit.
How, exactly, does this have something to do with me?”
Again, Bacchus showed him another image. Eros squinted at the vision of the woman, but other than her being a beauty, he had no idea who she was, or why he felt so drawn to her.
Like he was talking to a child, Bacchus shook his head. “You, my friend, need to fix this, and you can’t do it from up here. Go to earth, and do your thing. Fuck some women, or men, or whatever, but make it right. Bring back the love, or I’m afraid none of us are going to be getting any.” With those parting words, Bacchus disappeared as quickly as he came.
The image of the beautiful woman flashed into his mind. “Fuck,” he growled.
He flashed to the city where he’d seen the woman staring at the store front that had been decorated with hearts of varying sizes. The display had been torn down and replaced with an obscene theme of black and grey tombstones with hearts stabbed through. Eros didn’t even want to know the person who took the time to shove all those hearts into the cherub’s ass. His own clenched in response.
Excuse me, do you have a dollar?”
Eros jolted at the raspy female voice. Looking down, he saw a short older woman pushing a cart filled with what looked like her entire life. His heart ached at the humanity. Being a god, he wanted to wave his hand and take away all her problems, but as he stared around him, he noticed the dregs of humanity roamed all around. While he pondered life, it seemed the little human got tired of waiting on him and continued past, mumbling about good looking men with small penises. Eros smiled in spite of himself.
First order of business is finding a place to stay. Second is shooting some love arrows,” he muttered.
You might want to check into an institute as your first order of business.”
His dick, which had been on a hiatus since the party at Bacchus’, chose that moment to wake up. Eyes as blue as the clearest sky stared up at him from what had to be one of the most beautiful creatures on heaven and earth. Her bow-shaped mouth was meant for sin, and the luscious curves encased in drab clothing shouldn’t be making him fantasize about getting her naked. His body didn’t seem to care that she wasn’t dressed for seduction.
Fingers snapping in his face brought his mind out of the gutter. “Did you hear a word I just said?” she asked.
Honestly?” He shook his head. “I don’t need to check into anything except a hotel. Can you point me in the right direction?” He didn’t need her help, unless it was inside her, then he most definitely needed her for that.
She looked him up and down. “I’d say you’re more of an uptown boy than a downtown one.”
Visions of going downtown on her filled his head. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. The resulting red stain on the beauty’s cheeks gave him hope since his dick hadn’t deflated yet.
Are you busy tonight?” He changed the subject, watching her like a predator. His bow and arrows vibrated on his back. It took monumental effort not to reach behind and make sure they were still invisible to the humans.
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
Rocking back on his heels, he stared at her incredulous face. “Yes.”
Let’s get you settled into a hotel, and then we’ll discuss a possible date. Maybe coffee or something.”
Fair enough. What’s your name, sweetheart?” Eros pressed his hand to the woman’s back, steering her around a group of arguing couples. The situation seemed to be worse than he’d thought. He wasn’t sure what he needed to do, but he agreed it needed to be done quickly.
Tessa, my name is Tessa.”
What a lovely name, Tessa. I’m Eric.” If he was to walk around and tell people his real name, he was sure he’d get strange looks.

Once he’d secured a room and a meeting time at the little coffee bar next to the hotel with the lovely Tessa, Eros couldn’t wait for their date. The last time he’d been this excited to meet a female…well, he actually couldn’t remember, but he was sure it was epic.
Dressing with care, he checked his watch and decided it was close enough to the hour. He made his way across the lobby. As soon as he entered, he spotted Tessa. She was dressed in an outfit that would turn any man’s head. The skintight red ensemble hugged every curve and displayed her breasts to perfection. His mouth watered at the thought of peeling it off. “Mind out of gutter or you’ll scare her off,” he muttered.
Excuse me. Are you talking to me?” A man who looked like he’d definitely ate his Wheaties glared at him.
Nope, I was talking to myself.”
The big man took a step back. As if scared whatever crazy Eros was would rub off on him.
He made his way over to where Tessa stood. She looked a little afraid, which was the last thing he wanted from her. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”
Tessa snorted. “Does that usually work with your other women?”
Well, actually, I can’t remember. But I can promise they all would pale in comparison to you.” He grabbed both of her hands and held them out to their sides, whistling. “Why would you hide this body under those drab clothes from earlier?” He kept the shudder from wracking him.
They found a table in the corner after ordering what Tessa described as liquid gold in a cup. Eros didn’t understand the humans’ need for the brew but had to concede the smell was delicious. His first taste made him sigh in pleasure. “This is delicious.” He drank more, watching his date sip at her cup.
How about you show me your hotel room?” Long lashes blinked innocently over the rim of her mug.
Eros couldn’t think of a reason to say no, nodding and standing in one motion. Commotion near the entrance, accompanied by angry shouts had him stepping in front of Tessa. “Stay here.” He strode toward the front, finding the man he’d spoken with earlier holding a smaller man by the throat, with a young woman hanging onto his arm. In his long life, and being a wise man, he was able to put two and one together, coming up with a love triangle. Silly humans.
I swear, Jake, she and I are just friends. I was only helping her with her homework.”
Then why were you sitting so close to her, touching her arm like you had the right?”
A female growl came from the woman jerking on his arm. “Because he was pointing out the answer on the computer, then showing me how I did it wrong on my paper. God, you are such a dummy.”
Yeah, which is why you’re banging this guy.”
Before the poor guy turned another shade of red, Eros stepped in between them. He could see the love the young woman had for the big burly dude, even if he was being an ass. With a sleight of hand, he let his power flow from one of his arrows, reinforcing the love the man had for his woman. Instantly he dropped the other man who scrambled away. A sweep of love emotion filled the coffeehouse, filling him with more power. He turned to see several couples kissing.
With a shrug of his shoulders he went back to the table and held his hand out. “Where were we?”
She placed her smaller one in his. “You were gonna show me what you got.”
His dick pressed against his slacks, agreeing wholeheartedly.
Outside he saw the homeless woman again and felt guilty for not giving her money. He took a step toward her, but the blaring of a horn stopped him from being run over by a city bus. Eros looked across the street, thinking he’d take her some when the traffic cleared, but was shocked to find the spot the woman had been standing empty. Turning his head back and forth, he could find no sign.
He swept Tessa under his arm and guided them back toward his hotel suite. Inside the elevator her scent tickled his nose; a memory of a nymph popped into his mind.
Can I get you a drink?” He asked, opening the fridge, turning to see Tessa standing in a red lace bra and panty. “Fuck,” he swore.

Tessa shivered, trying to hide the fact she was freaked the heck out. She was in a hotel room with Eros, the god who had caused her complete world breakdown, yet she wanted…no, she did not want him. This was all part of the plan.
Her plan flew out the window as he stalked toward her, his hot gaze roaming over her from head to toe. It felt like a physical caress, and then his warm palm was touching her shoulder, his lips brushed hers, and Tessa forgot everything except Eros.
Oh, God, you taste like sunshine and rainbows.” Eros tongue licked over her lips, coaxing between. Tessa moaned into the warm wet caress. Hands sliding over her flesh lit up nerve endings she didn’t know she had.
Her own palms took a leisurely path, slipping the buttons of his shirt free, needing to feel the man beneath. Jerking at the ends to free them from the pants, she fumbled with the belt buckle until at last, it too was open, and then her fingers were holding all that male hardness. Goddess, she wasn’t sure how that had fit inside her.
Just like that. Squeeze a little harder,” Eros groaned.
Cool air brushed her breasts, hardening her nipples. Eros’ head bent, taking one peak into his warm wet mouth. Tessa reached for something to hold onto other than the dick in her hand as her knees wobbled.
The world spun, and then cool cotton brushed her back. The handsome devil loomed over her, completely naked. He stared at her; a frown pulled at his features. She tugged to bring him back down to her. His lips began tracing a path down her body, paying homage to each breast, over her tummy and then his wide shoulders were pushing her legs apart. The tiny red thong was no barrier for his hot breath. Her eyes squeezed shut then snapped open at the feel of him ripping the last article of clothing from her body.
Fucking amazing. You smell like everything I have ever wanted only didn’t know I wanted.”

  Eros licked around the part of her that throbbed, sending sparks of electricity through her. Two large fingers spread her open, making her acutely aware of the vulnerable position she was in, and then she was lost to feeling. He licked and sucked, bringing her to a quick hard orgasm she swore curled her toes. The lights in the hotel flickered, followed by a screeching alarm. Tessa froze, reality hitting her. She was under the one man who she shouldn’t be, ready to give herself to him again, forgetting all about her revenge.
Water hit her, soaking her and Eros who tried to scramble up. “What the hell?” Eros tossed a blanket over Tessa.
The untimely, or timely drenching was like a bucket of ice water on her. Tessa scrambled off the side of the bed, looking for her red dress. A pounding on the door startled them both.
Hotel security.”
Eros jerked his slacks on and strode toward the door. Tessa made sure she was hidden when he cracked the door open. “We need everyone to exit the building until we make sure the fire is contained and are clearing the upper levels first. You’ll need to take the stairs, and I suggest you take your identification, just in case.”
Tessa stepped around both men, hurrying for the steps with the blinking EXIT sign. She heard her name being yelled from behind but kept going. No way in heck was she going back there, or letting him anywhere near her until she had her armor back on. 

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Texas Stand-Off 
by Sable Hunter
Release Date: February 19, 2016

A stand-off is defined as a heated situation between two equally matched opponents – which perfectly describes the sizzling sexual tension between former SEAL Deacon Jones and the woman his boss asks him to evaluate. Deacon is not happy with the situation, but he’s given his word to his friend, Grey Holden, and he’ll do it – even if it kills him.
She shows up at his reclusive home on the Pedernales River, deep in the heart of the Texas Hill Country, eager to prove she has what it takes to be part of the Omega Team. Having lost a female member of his unit while in Afghanistan, Deacon holds himself accountable and has no wish to be responsible for sending another woman into harms’ way. But she’s good… he can’t deny it – she may even be better than he is. Everything about her turns him on – from her hot sexy body to her super-spy skills. But Deacon doesn’t intend to get involved. He’s given up on women since his wife left him after he lost a leg to an IED.
Natasha Levin has another take on the situation. She’s never met anyone like Deacon Jones and she wants to learn everything he can teach her – from the firing range to the bedroom. Both have scars they try to hide, he was injured serving his country and she was tortured by her father’s enemies after the former Russian general defected to America. What happens when an irresistible force goes head to head with an immovable object? They’ll find out when they are called upon to work together to save a child being held hostage in a rancher’s dispute with the federal government over land rights. One thing for certain – there will be fireworks…and lots and lots of sex.

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Thursday, February 11, 2016

Blog Hop - Cupid's Broken Arrow - Ch 2

This is a wonderful erotic tale and intended for mature audiences.

Chapter Two

Tessa Lovejoy smothered a groan and dragged a flat pillow over her head in an effort to drown out the shrieking coming through the wall behind the sad excuse for a bed she had woken up on this morning. Squinting into the foggy dimness, she tried to focus on the red numbers glowing on the clock radio. Was it really only 4:00? She eased onto her stomach and tried to calm the strange roiling sensation. Whatever was the matter now? Before she could fall back asleep, she broke into a sudden cold sweat and only just managed to hang her head over the bed before everything she’d drunk came back up and out in a horrifying display of human frailty.
Oh, fabulous. Now, even her stomach thought it was human. Curling her nose in disgust, she swung her legs off of the bed and lurched to the bathroom. Weaving side to side, bouncing from one wall to the other, she finally managed to squeeze into the shower to stand under the weak, cold stream until her head cleared and her stomach settled.
Damn that bitch goddess, Fortuna!
Exactly four weeks earlier, she’d been blissfully going about her life as a minor Vestal Virgin working in the service of the gentle goddess, Vesta. Born into the job, Tessa had never questioned her position as a very, very, very minor goddess in the complicated hierarchy of Roman deities. Life was good. She’d had no complaints about maintaining the temple or seeing to the simple needs of the goddess of hearth and home. She’d been content. Remaining a virgin seemed a small sacrifice for the comfortable life she lived. That was before she’d been invited to one of Bacchus’ famous parties. Her two good friends, Justina and Ophelia, talked her into going.
It’ll be fun, they said. What could go wrong, they said.

That night, the sky had sparkled with magical stars; the warm breeze drifted through the forest clearing, ruffling leaves and gently lifting her blond hair as she stood awkwardly in the shadows. What was she thinking? She was a VV -- not some trampy wood nymph! Remaining a virgin was the number one job requirement! This was a bad idea. Swinging her gaze left and right, she eased back a few more feet, hiding behind the trunk of a massive tree. Five more minutes and she would slip away. Justina and Ophelia were giggling with a couple of young gods. They wouldn’t notice by then.
Flute music tinkled as the party got underway. All around her, gods, goddesses and everything in between were paired off or joined in groups. Torchlight glimmered off of naked backs as more and more wine flowed and inhibitions vanished. The delighted cries of wood nymphs getting pleasured a few feet away brought an uncomfortable tightness to her belly and made her tingly and needy for something she didn’t quite understand. Shifting position, she nearly gasped as a wave of dizziness washed over her. Her breasts ached. Her pussy tingled. Oh, she should leave. This wasn’t her place.
Why so sad, luscious girl?” The husky words came from just above her ear, followed by the wet heat of a tongue trailing down the side of her throat. The unfamiliar touch sent a jolt of desire straight to her core. Two hard arms wrapped around her, palms cupping her breasts through her thin gown, fingers tightening over her straining nipples. “The party’s just getting started. Have some wine. It’ll make you happy.”
No, thank you. I really need to leave.” Stiffening against his hold, she tried to jerk out of the stranger’s grasp, but he only chuckled and held her back to his chest with one hand while the other conjured a goblet of wine and handed it to her. Oh, goddess, he was naked. Gloriously naked. She felt every inch of his skin along her back and butt. His cock thickened to press between her cheeks as he smoothly wrapped her fingers around the cup.
One last little instinct screamed urgently to move away, but his hot breath dancing over the nape of her neck felt too good. Shut up, instinct! What could go wrong?
That’s right, love. Drink the wine and we’ll go play for a while,” he murmured as he tipped the cup to her mouth. “I’ll rock your world, baby.”
After she finished it, he snapped his fingers and the cup vanished. Turning her to his chest, his lips curled into a sexy grin and she lost all desire to go.
Eros.” His name came as a gasp as she drank him in. Surely she must be dreaming?
Gleaming muscles; golden skin; beautiful... His shining green eyes all but hypnotized her while his clever hands drew her into his arms for a kiss that probably stopped time. Growling low in his throat, he cupped her jaw, taking control of her mouth until she was fairly panting with desire. The god could kiss! His tongue tasted of wine as it danced with hers, coaxing her to respond even as his fingers stroked her clit until she was grinding against his hand like one of those horny nymphs she’d watched earlier. Good goddess! That animal groan couldn’t be coming from her! Her face was surely on fire, but he stopped her from moving away by plunging two fingers deep inside.
That’s it, baby, fuck my fingers. Let yourself go.”
Dropping his mouth to her bare breasts, he nipped and sucked at her nipples until her eyes rolled back in her head. Holy, holy, holy sh-- She’d lost her ability to think at all as he spread her thighs and stroked the head of his cock along her drenched pussy. In a heartbeat, her gown was gone, her legs were wrapped around his waist, and she was begging for more. Ten minutes later, her virginity was a memory and so was he.

Fucking Eros! This is all your fault, you dick! I hope you’re suffering as much as I am!” Tessa shoved her feet into boots and jammed her arms into a heavy coat. Her stomach needed food. Just another human inconvenience she had to endure. Food, water, toilets... How did humans stand being, well, human? As a goddess, she hadn’t needed any of these things. She could drink gallons of wine and not be sick. Apparently, humans got sick when they drank too much wine. Yay... Yet another reason to hate Eros.
Living as a destitute human was a small price to pay to get even with that lousy God of Love. Exile wasn’t great, but at least Eros would get what was coming to him. Vesta had lost her damn mind when Tessa entered the temple sans her hymen. Yeah... That hadn’t gone well. Not. At. All. The screaming was probably heard on Jupiter. Long story short? She’d been cast out of the temple and stripped of her privileges. To add insult to injury, Eros hadn’t even remembered her when she turned up on his doorstep. Asshole. Soooo, she did what all scorned females do. She plotted revenge. With the help of the Goddess Fortuna, she had a plan.

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