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Sunday, February 14, 2016

Blog Hop - Cupid's Broken Arrow - Conclusion

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Chapter 8 - the exciting conclusion

Not even the lesser gods like Eros sunk to their knees easily, let alone stayed there. Yet Eros couldn’t imagine ever rising again. Tessa, his lovely Tessa.
You wouldn’t kill an innocent. . .” Eros words bounced off the stone floor.
Oh, I would do more than that if it serves the greater good.”
Greater good? Anger replaced his grief. Eros may have been a lesser god, but even an immortal had a point of no return.
Eros rose. “How can you say that?”
You’ve had your cock buried in so many nymphs, you’ve lost your purpose.” Apollo lazily lifted a golden goblet but didn’t drink. “And your arrow’s effect on me has made fulfilling my purpose . . . difficult. So, I’ll strike you a deal.”
Apollo poured the liquid from the goblet into a small vial and tucked it into his belt. “Ambrosia. It reverses the Laurel berry’s effects.”
So, you’ll—”
Not yet.” He sent Eros an angry gaze. “Figure it out, Eros. You have twenty-four Earth hours to earn the right to this vial. I presume you know what Earth hours are?”
Apollo’s words dripped with a smug supremacy—the same tone that urged Eros punish Apollo in the first place. Only, Eros didn’t feel like punishing. His only desire was to return to Tessa with the ambrosia.
Could he overpower Apollo? Take the antidote from him? He didn’t get the chance to find out.
With robes flying, Apollo left Eros alone with his thoughts and his roiling gut.
Figure it out. Had Apollo gone mad? No matter, he had to see Tessa. He would help her even if it meant he had to trade in every arrow in his quiver.
Earth had somewhat returned to normal when Eros returned. Filthy streets, people brushing past one another without looking into each other’s eyes, homeless men and women muttering to themselves . . . Yes, Earth--where he’d spent centuries trying to make people’s lives better--was the same, dismal place.
Finding Tessa wasn’t difficult. As he stood in her bedroom room doorway, his heart ached. She lay curled on her side, clutching her stomach. For the second time in recent days, he knelt. As Eros raised her hand, his heart flipped at seeing her lashes lift at his touch.
He hadn’t a clue where to start.
I just came from Olympus.”
She winced. Okay, not the right words. “Why did you pledge yourself to Vesta? Become a vestal virgin?” He wasn’t sure where the question came from. But he suddenly wanted to know everything about his goddess-turned-woman.
She sent glassy eyes to his face. “I wanted a choice.”
His brow must have furrowed in question, as she sighed deeply as if readying herself to explain the alphabet to an Earth child. “I didn’t want to be married off to some male, uh—” she winced “—god . . . just to bear his children and then spend my nights wondering which nymph he chased in the forest.”
Tessa might not have had her own quiver of barbs, but her words arrowed through his heart nonetheless.
You think so little of me?”
I don’t think of you at all. I mostly . . . feel you.” She shivered.
He dropped his quiver and slid into bed next to her. As he played with her hair, his cock stiffened. Now alive, he wanted nothing more than for it to stand down—at least until he gained permission to re-enter his sweet Tessa.
She pushed her ass back toward him. She wasn’t helping his stand-down order.
I know you took Laurel berries,” he said quietly. “I know you plotted revenge for me taking you. I know—”
You know nothing. And nothing’s more dangerous than a God of Love who doesn’t feel love himself.” She groaned loudly. “How do humans take substances?”
Humans often do things that aren’t in their best interest. That’s what free will gets you.”
Her hair smelled so good.
Tessa ground her behind against his ever-hardening cock. “But at least they have a choice. Damn you.” She moved his hand so that it cupped her breast. “I like that. I shouldn’t like that.”
Why not?” He pressed his cock between her luscious butt cheeks, but not getting very far due to the thong she wore.
Because it’s not me . . . it’s the berries. Like your seduction skills. Like your damned arrows.”
My arrows make people very happy.” He nibbled on her neck.
They didn’t make Apollo or Daphne happy. And, hitting anyone you feel like, just because you like playing with these Earth people? Not cool.”
The gift of love—”
Should be earned. You take away everything, don’t you? My immortality, mortals’ free will . . . Oh, God, your fingers.”
Without thought, his hand had travelled down to her folds, soaked with her inability to resist the pleasure he could offer. Something danced on the edge of his consciousness. Who cared? Tessa was in his arms.
Let me help you. Ease some of this,” he swiped a finger through her folds, earning a satisfying moan from the back of her throat.
You want to help me?”
She grasped his hand and raised it to her heart. “Make me immortal, Cupid, and return me to Olympus.”
And then?”
And then I shall pay the price. You’ll have this.” She ground her glorious ass against his aching cock once more.
The thought she considered her precious womanhood a “price” unnerved him. What was wrong with him? He’d never thought of the female-du-jour in his arms more than a prize worth chasing, a willing partner, and a moment of pleasure.
Tessa groaned as his fingers continued to play her. “My desire mocks me,” she said into the pillow.
A tumble of thoughts shamed him. He made her feel good, yet she felt no pleasure? She wanted him to reverse what he gave her—long moments of unbridled passion? She wanted to deflect him? Free will.
He knew what to do. He eased himself from Tessa, who had fallen asleep.

When Eros found Apollo, the god was in his usual stance. Lying back on pillows, receiving grapes from goddesses, looking as smug as ever.
I’ve, as you put it, figured it out,” Eros said.
Well this should be good.” Bacchus’ words slurred as he stumbled into Apollo’s chamber. The man had an annoying sense of timing, showing up at the worst time.
Yes.” Fortuna stepped from behind Bacchus, disdain rolling off her in waves. Damn, Fortuna, another immortal who had a habit of showing up when least desired.
Apollo raised his hand, which stopped any more words from either of their mouths.
Speak . . . Cupid.”
Eros ignored the bait and stepped as close as he dared. He’d seen Apollo’s moods incinerate men and lesser immortals just because he was bored.
I can end your sorrow . . . and Daphne’s. I can reverse my arrow’s effect. If Daphne wishes to return to you, devoid of the effects of the hate arrow, she will. If not, then she has made her choice of her own free will.”
And me?”
The same. Once I reverse the effects, you will either love her . . . or not. But, Tessa must return to Olympus, immortal and free.”
Apollo was truly intimidating when he straightened to his full height. “Do it. And Eros, if you’re lying, Tessa dies.”
The thought that his love—yes, his true love—would be harmed in any way filled him with intention he’d never before experienced.
First, Tessa. Bring her here.”
Before he could blink, Tessa materialized on a pillow nearest Apollo’s feet.
Eros jumped back a little. He’d forgotten how powerful Apollo could be, summoning anyone from his realm, even women once immortal-turned-mortal, to wherever he wished them to be. Except Daphne, he reminded himself.
Another layer of epiphany rose in his consciousness. Apollo’s heart wasn’t the only part of the god that Eros’s arrow had nicked. Under the arrow’s effect, Apollo had irrepressible feelings. It must have galled Apollo to no end to have part of his world not under his control. Eros had had power over Apollo. And look where it got you.
Tessa moaned. Eros leaned down and whispered in her ear, “First part over. You are in Olympus.”
He pulled an arrow from his quiver and made himself a promise. He’d never again shoot them with such impunity—without thought. “Away to the Laurel tree in the forest. Away to Daphne.” He loosed the arrow, which shot through the largest window on the other side of the chamber. He didn’t hesitate to release a second straight to Apollo’s heart. Both arrows needed to strike at the same time for their reversal to work.
A clap of thunder announced his timing had been perfect.
Apollo fell backward onto the pillows, taking the two goddesses who had been writhing their bodies over him earlier, with him. They giggled. Apollo looked. . . relieved.
It’s done. Now the vial.” Eros held out his hand.
Apollo tossed the vial to him. He made short work of dripping its contents between Tessa’s lips. She gasped and for a few seconds, a blinding light filled the chamber.
When his eyesight cleared, color had returned to her face, and her luscious body was encased in a soft, cream-colored gown. Her new look suited her better than those ugly Earth clothes. Still, he’d prefer her nude and writhing underneath him. His cock agreed, pressing against the tight cloth holding him captive.
Eros helped her to her feet. She pulled back immediately, proving her strength had also returned.
Eros still wanted to crush his body against hers, ram his cock between her legs until she screamed his name in pleasure.
Damn, Apollo. “The Laurel berries. They must still be in her system. I still feel—”
Unbridled passion?” Fortuna mocked him. “Don’t tell me. Eros is turned on. What a surprise.”
Shut it, Fortuna.” Secretly, he admitted she had a point. His cock was back to its original state—ready for business whenever the opportunity arose. Only now the only “opportunity” he wanted lay between Tessa’s legs.
Well, it worked.” Tessa brushed her long gown. “I don’t feel like one of those snaky furry things from Earth—”
Whatever. I’m not like one of those cats in heat anymore.”
That’s a pity,” Bacchus said into his cup.
Tessa stretched, sending her breasts closer to Eros’s body. He kept himself from reaching out and suckling on her nipple visible through the thin fabric.
I feel good.” A smile played on Tessa’s lips. She twirled in place, like a very young girl. Damn, could she have returned to . . . no, not possible.
Apollo returned to his feet. “The ambrosia has returned you to your immortal state, but sadly, not a Vestal Virgin.”
Fortuna’s face burned scarlet. “That wasn’t our deal. You couldn’t have!”
Couldn’t have? Have you met me?” Apollo laughed, and the marble statues around the large room rattled. “I am Apollo. Never forget that.”
Vesta rushed in, sandals flapping on the stone floor. “Tessa!”
The two goddesses embraced. “I’m glad to be home.”
I feel terrible how we left things.”
Once again, I am sorry.” Tessa kneeled at the other goddess’s feet.
A pang of desire shot through Eros as if one of his own arrows pierced his heart. Her position taunted him. He rather liked Tessa on her knees.
Vesta pulled her to standing. “Come, we’ll figure something out. Justine and Ophelia wish to see you. They have admitted their part in how things turned out and—”
Not so fast, my lovely goddesses.” Eros had met his end of the bargain with Tessa. It was time to collect his prize—her succulent body, nude and writhing underneath him. “There is the matter of fulfilling a promise.”
Tessa blushed a hundred shades of red. Great. Not only had her immortality been restored so had her modesty.
Eros held out his hand. “Tessa? Come with me now.”
Tessa crossed her arms. “If I recall, it was Apollo who returned me to my state. Not you.”
Apollo’s booming laughter once again filled the space. “Oh, she’s good. You may have finally met your match, Cupid. Of course, if she wishes to bestow her favors on me, her savior, I will not object.”
Over my ashes.” Eros had an arrow locked and ready to shoot at Apollo once more. “I can return you to your own unbridled passionate state quite easily.”
Eros! No.” Tessa stood in front of the arrow. She placed her hand on the tip and lowered his arrow to point at the ground. “Enough.”
Well, well, the two non-lovers saving each other. How quaint.” Fortuna spat on the floor, turned and walked out. Fortuna grew bored easily.
Vesta stepped forward. “Tessa, you should know that you were never meant to be a Vestal Virgin for forever. Only until a holy marriage was offered. You could then retire and marry whomever you wished. Of course, Cupid forced your hand.” Vesta was a kind goddess, though the look she threw Eros on those final words belied that fact. And why did everyone in Olympus insist on calling him Cupid!? No matter. Her scathing look did little to wither his growing hard-on at the thought of having Tessa in his bed every night.
You didn’t let me finish, Tessa.” Eros sheathed his arrow. “I wish to be your first lover, and your last. Bond with me, as only the gods can do.”
Marry you before Hera?” Tessa spit hair from her face and backed away. “Are you crazy?”
No. A wise woman once told me that I wouldn’t be a good God of Love if I hadn’t experienced it myself. You did that for me, my goddess Tessa. I love you. Bond with me.”
I’m not supposed to. I-I can’t.”
You can. Free will, remember? You are free to love whomever you choose.”
Vesta sighed. “He’s right. I shall miss you, Tessa. But you are no longer one of my Vestal Virgins. Not even Apollo could reverse that state. You are free to choose.”
Tessa peered up at Apollo. “Did Eros do what he said?”
I still love Daphne. But it feels less of a compulsion. So, I’d say, yes. But if you ever again—”
He won’t.” Tessa turned to Eros. “Will you?”
If I’m occupied with other pursuits--” he lifted her hand to his lips “--I won’t have time to do much else.”
Tessa’s face colored anew. But when he cupped her cheek, she pressed her face into his palm. “A trial,” she said.
Fair enough.”
Pussy whipped.” Bacchus snorted.
Oh, and Eros, If you ever visit Earth again, you will find yourself called Cupid. Deal with it.” Apollo’s face stretched into a smile.
Eros supposed it was a small price to pay for love.
So, this is what it feels like.” He itched to reach into his quiver. Perhaps one more arrow. . . just so he could share the overwhelming feeling consuming him.
Don’t even think about it . . . Eros.” Tessa gave him a sly smile.
Valentine’s Day is coming up.”
Have faith. The Earth people don’t often make the right choice. But the mistakes are theirs to make. Besides, now that I’m not bound to being a Vestal Virgin, I have plans for you that don’t involve arrows. Or at least not that kind.”
Before Eros could grasp her waist, she turned and fled the chamber. What the…?
Eros gave chase. The forest floor was soft under his feet, and Tessa’s giggles urged him to run faster. He caught her just under the giant Laurel tree. Daphne had remained in her state. He reminded himself it was her choice. And when he sank his cock, now hard as Mount Olympus itself, into Tessa’s wet pussy, he relished in his choice—of Tessa, of real love.

The End

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Blog Hop - Cupid's Broken Arrow - Ch 7

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Chapter 7

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.”
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?”
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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Saturday, February 13, 2016

Blog Hop - Cupid's Broken Arrow - Ch 6

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Chapter 6

Eros drummed his fingers on the table in the coffee shop and considered his situation. It would help if he could consume more caffeine but since the mortals had gone and made coffee so expensive he was limited to one a day. He shook his head. What was a latte anyway? Had they made up that word?
Bacchus stared at him through red-brimmed eyes. When was the last time Eros had seen Bacchus not hung-over? One millennia? Two? “Let me get this straight. The woman gives you an ultimatum and rather than telling her to go fuck off you are actually considering doing what she wants?”
I can’t explain it.” He wasn’t even lying; he couldn’t come up with a reason why Tessa was so damned important to him except she was—and he had to go with the path he was on since no other ones were currently presenting themselves to him. “She’s special. That’s really what it comes down to and the only one my dick is willing to get hard for anymore.”
Bacchus shook his head. “Better you than me, my brother. Alright, here’s the deal. I think it’s fairly obvious that your arrows have gone askew because your dick is acting up. Whatever has thrown one of them out of alignment has made the other one go soft, or vice versa.”
He hated any conversation that combined talk of his dick with the word soft. “Go on.”
If he clenched his teeth any tighter together he was going to give himself a migraine.
Excuse me.” A nasally voice caught his attention and three women stood to their left. They seemed to be wearing some kind of uniform he’d never seen before but consisted of each one of them dressed in black yoga pants, a long sleeve t-shirt depicting various phrases about working out, and sneakers to complete the look. Perched on their hips were three toddlers, one of whom waved at Bacchus like they were old friend. Maybe they were. Who knew who the Gods chose to reincarnate these days or where those souls got sent. 

Bacchus raised a finger and waved back at the toddler, leaving Eros to deal with the woman who had spoken to them. “Can I help you?”
We don’t like that kind of conversation in here. There are children present.” The female on the left accentuated every word she said with a flip of her brown hair over her shoulder. She would be beautiful if she hadn’t pursed her lips and if holier-than thou attitude didn’t radiate from her pores.
Eros leaned forward. “Couple of things. Number one, this is a coffee shop, not a day care. If you don’t like what I’m saying, feel free to leave. Number two, you really need to get laid. Go home and see whoever gave you that beautiful baby and make him get you to come at least three times tonight. See if it loosens the stick from your ass.”
Okay.” Bacchus jumped to his feet, grabbing Eros by the arm when he did. “Time to go. Enough caffeine for you.” They were on the street before the woman could even gasp and rounding the corner. “Don’t mess with those women Eros. Didn’t you see their shirts? They do cross-fit. One of them could probably throw you through the window of the coffee place before you even knew what hit you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood stains out of clothing?”
How do you even know this?” What did Bacchus do when no one paid attention?
Long story. Look, okay, if you’re going to do this crazy thing and give Tessa what she wants because she is the only one you can fuck right now then let’s get to it. I don’t know what to do about getting your dick to behave. That’s out of my realm of expertise, but I do know someone who can help with the arrows.” They crossed the street quickly before the light turned. “Although I hate to ask the bastard.”
Eros stopped walking immediately. “You don’t mean…”
I do, unfortunately.” Bacchus sighed loudly. “I think you’re going to have to go ask Apollo to help you.”
Eros shuddered. “I would rather take a bullet through the head.”
Well considering that wouldn’t kill you, I rather believe you would.” Bacchus laughed. “Listen, you go see Apollo or we could talk to your mother about the dick problem.”
Absolutely not.” The very idea turned his stomach. “My mother can’t know anything about this. Aphrodite would have a field day. I’d never hear the end of it. But really? Apollo is such a downer. He’s going to be all disapproving. I’m going to hear a lecture for the ages.”
And then when he’s done with that, he’ll fix your arrows and maybe even your dick in the process.”
Eros had thought he didn’t want to hear any phrases that contained the words dick and soft in them, but hearing Apollo and his cock in the same description was much, much worse.
Come on, Cupid, let’s go get this over with so you can finally bed Tessa and get on with your life.”
Nodding, he followed Bacchus down the street. He didn’t correct the other man’s assumption, but he had a strong suspSeicion that once he bedded Tessa again, he would never, ever want anyone else. She was it for him and he’d jump through any hoops he had to, to get to her. Even Apollo’s. 

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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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