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Chapter 7

By Patricia W. Fischer

“Son-of-a-bitch!”

A wide smile split Apollo’s face as he reclined on a large pile of multi-colored pillows and rugs. “Eros. Bacchus. What took you so long?”

Eros stormed over to the God of Medicine and Music, ready to fight to the death. “What did you do to me?”

“Only what you’ve deserved for a long time, Cupid.”

“You’re still upset about that?” Bacchus mocked. “Dude, get a life. It’s one girl.”

Jumping to his feet, Apollo stood nose to nose with him. “She was my one girl.”

Seeing the pain in Apollo’s eyes, an overwhelming sadness filled Eros’ heart.

What have I done?

On the journey here, it occurred to Eros his problems began right after the festival, but that made no sense. He’d attended the festival for millennia and never a penis problem one.

Why now? He replayed the scene in his head.

The image of Tessa hiding behind the tree. Her thin chemise barely covering her luscious curves. The fire in the night threw its flames high and wide, lighting up the night time and outlining her body. He watched her as she peeked at the orgy in front of them and simply couldn’t help himself.

Even now, his mouth watered at the idea of her luscious curves, the way she tasted, the feel of her skin.

“I can see from that confused look on your face, Cupid, that you’re still trying to figure this entire thing out.” Apollo smirked.

“Quit calling me Cupid,” Eros growled as his head pounded with ideas.

Why now? Why this festival? All I did was fuck Tessa against that tree…oh no.

Eros’ eyebrows slammed into his hairline. “Daphne.”

“Daphne,” Apollo whispered her name.

For too many years, Eros had attended the festival in pursuit of pussy, but he always avoided that part of the forest for good reason. There stood a very specific tree.

A laurel tree.

The very tree that was once Daphne, Apollo’s love.

The woman Eros shot with a leaded arrow to make sure she never fell in love with the God of Medicine and Music, right after he shot Apollo with a golden arrow to guarantee he’d love her for eternity.

“Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it, Cupid?” Apollo tossed back a goblet of wine.

Eros’ own arrogance angered him. How he let Apollo get under his skin so long ago still rubbed him the wrong way. Apollo’s taunting had pushed Eros to hurt not only him, but the beautiful nymph Daphne, who’d done nothing more than be quite beautiful.

The bastard has probably been waiting millennia to fuck with me.

The image of the tree still haunted him. The way the trunk resembled the nymph’s body as she danced. The branches outstretched like arms as her head leaned back in ecstasy.

His mother warned him that gods don’t take defeat lightly and some, like Apollo, were extremely patient and could wait out their adversaries until the perfect time to instill their plan.

But how did Apollo do this? It didn’t matter. He promised he’d help Tessa and he needed Apollo to do it.

Yanking at the crotch of his pants, he tried to adjust so he felt some sense of release, but to no avail.

“Problems?” Apollo laughed.

He growled. “Damn you, Apollo. Fix it.”

“Fix what?”

Standing with his feet wide, Eros pointed to his penis. “You know fucking well what.”

The corner of Apollo’s mouth twitched. “Your dick? Sorry, not in the dick fixing mood today.”

Bacchus’ head fell back as his rich laughter was probably heard all the way down to Earth. He filled a large chalice with wine and sat down in an oversized chair near the fire.

Lunging forward, Eros’ hands reached for Apollo’s throat. Right before Eros made contact, Apollo disappeared and ended up on the opposite side of the room where the muses busied themselves. “Choking me won’t accomplish anything. I’m immortal, remember?”

“Sure it will. I’ll feel better.” Storming across the temple, the slap of Eros’ shoes on marble echoed throughout. “Fix it!”

Evaporating again, Apollo stood near the pyre. His arms locked across his chest as the flames danced behind him. “I can do this all night and from what I’ve heard, you can’t or you can’t do much. The juice from the laurel fruit can be quite toxic. Causes all sorts of problems.”

“You’re a piece of shit.”

A horrible thought stopped him in his tracks. “Did you tell anyone about this?”

A scowl replaced Apollo’s mischievous smirk. “I told you a long time ago to leave the heavy lifting to us full gods and you could go around shooting your arrows any which way you wanted when it came to love and passion.” Smoothing down his thick robes, Apollo picked a few grapes from the silver bowl to his left. “But you didn’t want to listen so I’m making you listen.”

“To be fair, gods or demi-gods aren’t good at listening to anybody.” Bacchus drummed his fingers on the armrest of the chair as a buxom muse sauntered by. His eyes raked across her body.

She giggled, crooked her finger and gave him a wink before disappearing around the corner.

Without a word, Bacchus followed.

Seeing his one ally leave, Eros’ temerity faltered slightly. Without Bacchus’ full backup, he might not be able to hold his own.

Sitting on his throne, Apollo’s Cheshire cat grin further unnerved Eros. “Well, well. How the tables are turned.”

“You’re enjoying this a little too much, Apollo.”

His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Payback’s a bitch.”

“Fuck off.” The amount of pride Eros had to swallow to walk into his adversary’s temple was almost too much to take. If his cock didn’t ache so damned much from missing Tessa’s perfect touch, Eros would have never considered being here at all.

But he needed Apollo’s help because he needed her.

Not needed. Wanted Tessa desperately.

She was his addiction. His muse. His life.

“Word has it that a lovely little thing has you so wrapped, you’re having trouble in the bedroom. That your arrows have gone out of control.”

Eros clenched his jaw so tightly, he could have easily cracked a tooth. “Is that what you were hoping for? Me having no control over what I do?”

“Something like that, but seeing the madness that your misfiring has caused is better than anything I’ve seen in a long time.” Waving his hand over the fire, the bird’s eye view of the madness popped up. “Interesting. There’s two, no three men and two women…wow, she’s quite the contortionist.”

“Fix it.”

“And why should I? You took my love and I took your ability to control love.”

For thousands of years, Eros had built a world out of controlling love, lust, and like. If Apollo permanently took that away from him, Eros would have no purpose. He would waste away into nothing and the Earth he’d watched over would fall into complete chaos.

“But I can’t have people going around humping all the time. They’ll become so obsessed with that, they won’t do anything else and I can’t have them stop their need for me.” Apollo snapped his fingers and instantaneously, Eros felt the angst and stress of the need for release evaporate.

He rolled his shoulders from side to side as the muscles in his neck and back relaxed. “Damn, that feels great.”

With a whoosh, his quiver, bow, and arrows shot in through the open doors. They assembled and hovered in front of him. Eros grabbed and held them with a white-knuckle grip.

“I have to hand it to her; she sure knew how to work you.”

“What?”

“The woman. Tessa. She sure knew how to work you well.”

Eros’ anger surged to the surface. “You stay the hell away from Tessa.”

Apollo drummed his fingers on the armrest. “I know she wishes to return to Vesta’s temple and the only way she can do that is to be a virgin again. Agreed?”

Swallowing hard, Eros reluctantly nodded. “Yes, she wishes to return. I promised I’d get her there.” But she also agreed to give me her pussy if I could get her back.

He paused. That makes no sense. How do I get her to Vesta and she’s promising to be with me?

“I see from that furrow in your brow that you are confused.”

“If she returns to the temple, we can’t…fuck…ever.” Eros paced. “Why would she promise something she can’t give?”

Apollo shot Eros a pity-filled look. “Fortuna has been quite a source of information. Seems her and your lover are close friends.”

“Fortuna? What does she have to do with anything?” Not that he cared. The woman had been nothing but a pain in Eros’ ass for years.

Dread settled in his gut like a lead balloon. No.

“That wonderful sweet smell from your lover? The way she tastes. Breathes. Loves. Sucks. The want of you not getting enough? The addiction you have of her?”

“Yes.”

“It’s laurel juice. Well, that and a few other herbs I’ve mixed up, but know it’s all for medicinal purposes only.” Tilting his nose up, Apollo smirked. “She’s been drinking it just as I instructed her to, to get you highly addicted to her.

“She wouldn’t do that. To me.”

“You sure? You took her life away. Fucked her without thought or emotion and left her there without a second thought. Laurel juice is quite potent though. Sadly, the girl gets horribly hungover from it.” Standing, Apollo causally walked about the room as he poured more salt into the heartwounds of the God of Love. “Fortuna asked me to help her. You see, your Tessa wanted to ruin you. She came to Fortuna who came to me and told me how you screwed her to never ending passion right up against that laurel tree. Against my beloved Daphne.”

Eros shook his head, knowing something didn’t ring true. “You’re lying. The timing doesn’t add up. I had…problems before I met Tessa, not after.”

“Ah, yes. Well, the laurel tree drops its berries. You were standing in a sea of them when you went on your fuck-fest. I simply increased their effect on you after I watched you pop Tessa’s maidenhood, drove her to never ending passion right up against that laurel tree. Against my beloved Daphne.”

Apollo’s words dripped from his mouth like poison. “At first, I wanted their magic a bit more, but it did make so much sense to let her be your addiction and your cure. The very person who wants nothing to do with you when it’s all said and done.”

Never had Eros thought he’d see the day where his own heart crumbled from betrayal. Eros’ pride plummeted to his feet. “She betrayed me?”

“I have to say, the girl is quite smart. Bewitching you so. Leading you around by your cock. Beautifully done, but it really doesn’t matter. With the amount of laurel juice she’s consumed, she’d headed for kidney failure. Humans are so fragile. Pitiful.”

Sinking to his knees, Eros screamed an unholy cry that carried all the way to Mount Olympus.

Tears ran down his face at the thought of losing Tessa two-fold, but despite her betrayal, hearing of her imminent death broke his heart far more. “Please, don’t hurt her. I’ll do anything you want.”

A low chuckle radiated around him. “Anything, huh? I seem to remember begging you for something similar many years ago. Do you remember that?”

“Yes.” The pleading look from Apollo as he watched Daphne change into a tree. How Eros knew how to change her to love the God of Medicine but refused to do it.

The feet of Apollo appeared in front of Eros as he hung his head.

Tucking his fingers under Eros’ chin, Apollo tilted his chin up. With a satisfied smirk, Apollo whispered, “Now you know how it feels to have your entire heart ripped out of your body.”

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